Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Butt Up

I seem to find the Punkinhead in this position when I go to wake her up from her nap. I think it looks tres comfortable.

She got it pushed up a little higher during this nap.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

And this is when Buzzkill agreed to babyproofing

I'm ashamed to write I watched her do this for thirty minutes while I gave myself a much needed pedicure.

This is just too cute not to share. Could a HotMommy be any more blessed? Sweet child, smokin' fine hubby.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Playdate Saturday

Miss Montana came over a few Saturdays ago while her parental units went and had some cocktails at a coed baby shower. Her dad seemed "super pumped" at being included - ha! We all know that men love nothing better than baby games, pastel gift ahhing, and finger sandwiches.

The Punkinhead was astounded that Montana was content to be in the baby jail, uh, we mean Pack 'N Play.

Punkinhead was determined to break her friend out by any means necessary. Even if she had to slap on the side. Okay, that was her only means.

And the view from Montana's side.

We think they're gossiping about some other babies here.

Buzzkill really appreciated the help changing Montana's diaper.

She's chillaxin'.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Do you know what Punkinhead is looking at?

A very, very, very bad dog named Jon that help to make another embarrassing moment in HotMommy's life possible.

We've installed the baby gates in our great room and renamed it the great playpen since the Punkinhead crawls freely about in it. The dogs live in the kitchen and sunroom now with continuing access to the backyard through the doggy door. Our thought was that the dogs would only gain entrance to the great playpen when Buzzkill or I invited them through an open gate door. So, the gates would keep babies in; doggies out. Flawless plan, huh?

Except.......I was standing at the open front door with a neighbor, Punkinhead in her crib and the dogs supposedly behind the gates, when I feel a tiny dog (Jon) dart past my leg. I was totally shocked, but know I must catch him before he gets to the end of the block where he'll spot cars and be off after them.

I'm barefoot, in dirty sweat pants, spit-up covered tee, no makeup, uncombed hair, glasses, but glory, glory, I do have a bra on!

Now picture that sprinting down five front yards of moist grass yelling, "no, no, bad dog, Jon! Come here boy, bad Jon!" Yelling at the top of my lungs and I swear I've never seen so many people outside at 2 p.m. before. Everyone just stopped and looked at me chase Jon. Some people may have actually come outside just to watch.

I finally catch him after doing a hurdler's leap over a pile of poop. He's actually stopped to smell some poop when I get to him. Yuck. I scooped him up and then proceeded to do the "walk of shame" down the sidewalk back to my house. My neighbor thankfully closed the front door I forgot to close when I ran after Jon.

How did he get past the gate you ask? Well, he did a leap over the back of the sofa pushed up against the gate. I watched him do it again later in the day to get the remaining chicken sandwich from my TV tray. No running start or anything. He just sits and then springs up over it. He's less than a foot tall and apparently made of superballs. I'm talking about the bouncy toys, not his Cajones, but those are pretty big too if he thought it was okay to go investigating without a leash!

I'm always glad to give the neighbors a good show!

Surprise! We've returned to blogging world.

Yeah, we've been gone awhile, but HotMommy will get everyone up to date this week with many stories and pictures of the Punkinhead. The camera had a SERIOUSLY long download today.

Monday, April 7, 2008

I'm all about healthy living

If you think that a two day vegetable and fruit juice fast includes a McDonald's double cheeseburger combo, 2 skinny vanilla lattes from Starbucks, sausage pizza from Little Cesaer's, and half a Mexican pizza and a taco from Taco Bell, then I can definately befriend you. I had to make Buzzkill take away the remaining taco and Mexican pizza half before I puked. Seriously.

Oh yeah, I also drank a half a bottle of Chianti.

I am a picture of health and a cleansed digestive system. Tee hee. I promise to start anew tomorrow. Right after I finish my leftovers from Taco Bell. And go to Starbucks again at noon for their "Venti" event.