Moo. Maybe she'll get me a free Chick-fila sandwich.

Pouty Punkinhead

Punkinhead Verbage

The more her ability to string a sentence together grows, the funnier the Punkinhead gets!

She's learning when to use contractions like can't, won't, don't - she's a toddler and different ways to say no are important to her. She has not learned when to use them in quite the correct context; mixing up don't and can't most often. The following quote is a good example.

(Watching the new Nick Jr. show The Fresh Beat Band) "I can't like this show." Although Buzzkill and HotMommy also feel mentally incapable of watching this show, we believe she meant to say "I don't like this show."

Punkinhead is officially enamoured with her daddy. "Mommy, look at Daddy. He's so beautiful!"

She's gotten very good at listening to the things adults say and adapting the language for her toddler world. Apparently I often sigh and say how I really need something (nap, sleep, margarita) because upon biting into a Halloween cookie the other day, we got this gem: "(Sigh) I needed this good cookie so much!"

I'm also having to deal with those moments where she says something that is just wrong but all I'm trying to do is not bust out laughing before I give her an attitude adjustment. Today when I asked her to give me a flashlight she was carrying around, she replied, "No, I don't share." And I'm really sure she got the "don't" applied to the sentence correctly this time.

A little late, but "getting real" just the same.

I hope that most have you have read Amy's blog The Lawsons Did Dallas linked under the blogs I read. If you haven't yet, pop over to one of her latest hilarious posts. It's a challenge to us mom-types (dads not excluded I'm sure) to "get real" about how our houses look on a day to day basis. Not to embarrass ourselves, but to let go of that self-condemnation that we're the only ones that have dirty dishes, laundry that needs folding, toys on the floor, unmade beds, and general clutter.

So here's my "confession." Our Achilles heel is toys. I pick them up during nap and before bed, but they're everywhere. I WANT A PLAYROOM for the toys!

The first photo shows what happened after I went to Target for an hour. The toys were under control before I left Buzzkill and Punkinhead to play.



The next photo is just funny; it actually looks a little neater than the night before, but I think is a better illustration of the general chaos that can and does occur an a daily basis.

Sweetums is a month old already?

Some of the mommies of Punkinhead's friends did this creative idea on their blogs, but I was too far along to track Punkinhead's growth this way. The idea is to pose your kiddo with the same stuffed animal every month so that their growth is obvious next to said stuffed animal. Of course, Buzzkill pick from his collection of penguins.

I've decided to use the idea for Sweetums - a special thing for her on the blog and in her scrapbook. Officially, she is 8 lbs, 13 1/2 oz. and 21 1/2 inches long.

I can hardly believe she's a month and I also feel like I don't remember our family without her.

Introducing Sweetums

Joining the Punkinhead, HotMommy, Buzzkill, and Jon Stewart & Stephen Colbert....

Sweetums!!!!

She was born last Friday in the early morning. A precious 6 lbs, 9 oz. and 18 inches long.

Super easy c-section delivery (thanks Dr. K) and we went home Sunday night.

Once HotMommy is off the pain meds and has regained her full brain capacity, she'll fill you in on all the details with lots of pictures.

But am I TV ready?

For those of y'all interested in seeing HotMommy on tv making a grocery list and grocery shopping - and I know my fans having been dying for it - I'll be on CBS 11 tomorrow night during the 10 pm news in a Survive In 09 segment. The segment will also be online about an hour later on their website.

I'm not sure how I'm going to look - I was VERY aware of the camera the entire time, but it's not like Buzzkill and I were planning on providing for our fam through reality shows, so I think it'll be okay even if I look like a deer in headlights.