Little Miss Z

I have always looked forward to the day that D and C would have cousins. Growing up, I always looked forward to the family get-togethers because I knew that most, if not all, of my numerous cousins would be there to go swimming, play a game of cards or two, and just be there if I wanted some company. So, needless to say, when my sister L told me last July that she was pregnant I was ecstatic. I couldn't wait for her to experience this amazing journey because I knew she would be an awesome Mommy and the boys would finally have a little cousin to play with. (They would actually be getting three little girl cousins to take care of since my older sister told me that she and her husband were expecting IDENTICAL TWIN GIRLS around the same time, but that's for another post)

The only downside to all of this was L lived four hours away.  She lives in a little town called Brawley, which is about thirty miles away from the Mexican border. With her being 234 miles away, I was only able to see her once. That was when she came out in October to visit family and attend the baby shower that her older sister threw her. It was great to see her, even if it was only for seven hours.

But I suppose you can call me selfish, because I wanted more. I wanted to be there for her when she had questions. Or wanted some company when she went to the doctors. I wanted to be there for everything... just like she was for me when I was pregnant with D. So this past weekend I took a nice, long trip to Brawley. It was an extremely long and lonely drive but the end results were worth it. I finally got to see L! As it turns out, it was a good thing that I went or I may not have been able to "rub the belly" as I've been wanting to do ever since I found out that she was pregnant. Or I suppose ever since she "popped" and Z started moving.

Friday I left around 7 pm. After a lot of traffic and a quick stop to refuel my tummy, I finally made it to Brawley around 12:20 am bearing gifts :) We stayed up until 3:00 am, just catching up and looking at all the new baby clothes that my sister sent her (thanks sis!). Let me just say that it was an exhausting night...

The real reason that I made the drive was so that she could have a family member at her baby shower that was being thrown by her friend (best?). It was so much fun to just relax and enjoy the party. I brought along my camera and was able to snap many cute pictures for her to put in Z's baby book.

 Time to get ready for the shower! 

Big sister Blue Dream was on her best behavior that day

 Her friend K came over early in the morning and made some yummy cupcakes...

and helped me set up the decorations for the party
(I made her the diaper cake myself)

L was so excited to have everyone come...

And her friend was a great hostess.

We had fun decorating the mommy-to-be...

Eating great food...

And watching the parents-to-be open their presents for their princess 

But my favorite part of the entire trip was when Z kicked my hand :) Auntie loves you too! 

Teeth

As a mom, you are told that the longer it takes for the teeth to grow in, the stronger they are. That they had more time for their jaw to grow, and so there is more room for the teeth and less likely for braces later on down the road. Does this make you feel any better when, at 15 months, your child only has six and is just beginning on their seventh? No. Not when you are postponing the majority of "people" food so that he doesn't choke while other babies his age have been eating them for months.

Well C has finally done it. He has finally got his third tooth on the bottom, seventh total. This momentous occasion earned him his first Oreo cookie and a reprieve from his drool.

And out came my camera.

We spent an hour together, playing and giggling, all while I was trying to catch the elusive shot...

I'd get so close when we'd say "Ahh" together...

And then he'd close up, like he knew that I wanted him to show off his pearly white(s)

Or he'd become super goofy and I'd completely forget why I'm snapping a million pictures in the first place.

But then I got the money maker :) I'm so proud of my Buggy. 

Silly Faces

Want to know a secret? 


I love pictures. 


Not of me mind you, but of my boys. And when I mean boys I am also including Kelly. 


I've come to the realization that I need to be in more photos with my boys. I have a ton of them individually, together, and with other people. But I don't have a lot of them with me. I think that will be my New Year's resolution (yes I know that it's already February but I couldn't think of one that I had any hope of actually keeping). 


Now that I have my handy dandy new camera (yes that was a Blue's Clues reference, C and I just got finish watching it) taking pictures WITH the boys instead OF the boys should be easy. It's not as if I don't take a camera with me where ever I go. Ask anyone who knows me, and they'll tell you that I take way too many pictures. And I'm guilty of posting too many on Facebook. But I just can't help it. I love capturing the moment and knowing that I'll be able to look back on it for years to come. 


So I've decided to include some pictures of the boys with this post from several of the "mini sessions" over the past few weeks. But I'm not going to make it about all the "cute" and "perfect" shots that I got. Those get boring and will probably be littering my Facebook. Instead, I'm going to include some of the funny and not so perfect shots and hope that you laugh with me, not at me. 


So enjoy :)

D was being... D

Buggy had just woken up from his nap and was being goofy

 Kel was mid-stretch I believe and yes that is the string to my camera

I honestly don't know what D was doing but my camera only took out one of the "red eyes" so D looks a little scary here...

  

And this is my absolute favorite one. I think I'm going to frame this...

Why Start a Blog

I have no idea why I'm starting this blog. I was never one who enjoyed writing while in school. In fact, I always tended to put it off to the very last minute. But now that I'm home, and am with my boys, I figure I now have the opportunity to start documenting the things that I only wish I could have done while I was working.

Like C's seventh tooth finally decided to poke through the bottom on February 8th, 2011. He's been crying and drooling for so long that it had just become a normal occurrence and I didn't think anything of it. Until one day, while eating his yummy Gerber dinner out of a can (jar? cup?), he finally smiled wide enough to show me that he's finally got his seventh tooth :)

And D is still being stubborn about potty training. Everyone has promised him some type of treat or prize and still no luck. He has two big boy potties to choose from, his favorite Cars underwear, and even his beloved Toy Story 3 Pull Ups, and no change. Last night, while driving to get dinner, I finally asked him why he still chooses to wear diapers. His response? " I just don't like it Mom, I'm not ready. I still want to wear my diapers." But this is a topic that deserves its' own special post.

This is actually my second attempt at a blog. I had started one while my family was in a transition phase between houses, but I never really got into it. Hopefully this one will stick and I actually get some followers ;)