What a great day!

I have wrested control away from the others in my head for long enough to report some great news for our family.

First and foremost, this morning Ian rolled over! He is 10 weeks and 2 days today. I put him down on his tummy for some tummy time, and was watching TV. I looked down and he was on his back with a surprised look on his face - did I do that? Of course, I got all excited and put him back on his tummy and ran for the video camera. When I turned around, he was on his back again! What a great little guy!

Unfortunately, he hasn't done it for the camera yet :( When he does, I hope to post some video for everyone to see!

The second bit of good news today is that I was offered my old job back with the company that bought out my old company - you know, the one that went bankrupt. So I will be starting for them, working from home, until they have some office space set up in town (hopefully in the same building as before, so that I can continue to carpool with the husband). Yippee! I'm very excited to have my job back. I love my son dearly but we need a 2nd income.

So I have to start looking for a day care soon. I hope I'm able to find a decent one that's not too expensive. My boss said that they plan to be in an office by March 10th.

That works out ok for me because when I went on maternity leave, I planned to go back on March 17th. So in reality, the whole bankruptcy thing worked out rather well for me. If I was still with my old company and the bankruptcy had never happened, I wouldn't have been paid for these 12 weeks off. But since I was laid off 3 weeks into my leave, I was able to go on unemployment and I've been paid by that for the last month. So it's been a good thing for me.

I'm excited to be working again and with my friends from my old job. Also today I got to have lunch with several friends from there also. It was great to get out of the house!

Today has been a really good day :)

We can has shopping

What's up my peoples?

I'm a-goin' to get in mah pimped-out ride and blow up y'all's cellies. Holla, yo.

Today Mommy and I went to the mall. Man, that was boring. Mommy went to see the tax people and they all called me "the little tax deduction" and laughed and laughed. I don't see what's so funny. Hmph.

Then Mommy made me ride around with her and shop and stuff. And she didn't even buy anything for me! Jeez! But at least all the other peoples at the mall said I was cute and sweet and stuff. I's the shiznit.

But then we stopped at the photo booth and Mommy took our picture:

I was kinda wishin' she'd change my didie because it was squishy, so that's why I'm not smilin', y'all. Don't get on my case, yo. Darn mamarazzi always takin' my pictures.

Last weekend, my grandma and grandpa and other grandpa and nana and Uncle Jeff and Aunt Pam came to visit me. They said somethin' about Mommy's birthday, but whatever - it's all about me. They all said I was sooo cute and soooo good. I got 'em snowed, yo. I cried when they left 'cause it meant that only Mommy and Daddy were left, and they're on to me and stuff. But Grandma brought cake so it was ok. Mommy said it was good - I dunno, it just tasted like milk to me.

So happy birthday Mommy, I guess. You're, like, way old.

The Saga of the Five Sleepers

Supermommy here, back to regale you with tales of triumph over the Wee Beastie!

Yesterday began like any other day. Lovable Cuddle Baby was happily playing and nursing in his cute duck sleeper until mid-afternoon. I retrieved him from his swing, only to find that - yes, yes - he had definitely peed his pants. Catastrophe!

Off we went to the changing table, where I valiantly battled and defeated the Leaky Diaper foe. Huzzah!

At this point, I did not suspect that Lovable Cuddle Baby had taken one of his potions of Jeckyl-and-Hyde-ness-evil-turning-stuff-that-also-tastes-like-Gatorade. Where he has hidden them, I shall never know! I suspect the cats are his familars and they guard the secret. Perhaps with a threat of shaving, they shall divulge the secret...

Lovable Cuddle Baby and I hosted a visit from our friend Yvette. Shortly after she left, I discovered - horrors! - his yellow safari sleeper was now wet as well. Lovable Cuddle Baby pees a lot, methinks! Off we went to change him, once again.

Lovable Cuddle Baby now wore the ever-so-cute monkey sleeper with the Chicago Bears sweatpants. So sweet! He was looking mighty cute and lovable and cuddly when Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy came home from the salt mines. Unfortunately, twas not to remain so.

Wee Beastie reared his ugly head at 9 of the p.m. as I was trying to get Lovable Cuddle Baby to eat up so that he would toddle off to Beddybyeland. I should have known, my readers! No burpies + eating like a little piggie = projectile vomit! Write that down!

Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy helpfully said, "Ew." Caz the Cat said, "Now THAT'S a hairball." Quite grumpy and covered in milky curds, I stomped off to the changing table to do battle yet again. I shall prevail! Someday, dammit!

At this point, we were quite low on sleepers because Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy has helpfully not done Lovable Cuddle Baby's laundry in over a week. However, being Supermommy, I had some sleepers in (gasp!) a drawer! Instead of piled in the hamper on the floor! How clever of me - no dastardly foe would ever think to look for them there! ha HA!

So, dressed in his Christmas sleeper that was cleverly held by myself in reserve for just such an emergent situation, we came back out, Wee Beastie vanquished and quiescent (or so I thought!)

Off I went to make Lovable Cuddle Baby some more food (should he ever return from the place which is not here where he goes when Wee Beastie takes over the body, where presumably they have Gatorade). Sadly, twas not to be an easy evening. Already on our fourth sleeper of the day, I was despondent to hear Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy call out from the living room, "Um, honey?"

Sadly, yes, Wee Beastie had evilly forced his pee out of his diaper and onto his sleeper, once again.

I am proud to report that I finally vanquished the Wee Beastie fiend at 10 pm - or perhaps he was just worn out from laughing at Mommy and Daddy all day. We are quite humorous.

Luckily, Lovable Cuddle Baby took over right at the end. I'm SO glad he decided to come back! (grumble) Thus he slept for 8 hours and woke us up at 6 am, as per usual. I'm glad something finally went right.

My parents are geeks.

What's up my peoples?

As you can see by my sci-fi vestments, Mommy is playing dress-the-baby-up-and-take-silly-pictures today. Are they not total geeks or what. Also:

I mean, come ON.

Mommy says the probabil- the proba- the CHANCE of me being a geek too is like eight six point four two niner roger roger what's your vector victor. I don't even know what that MEANS.

I am being fussy today and refusing to take a nap because they keep dressing me in geeky clothes and taking my picture. Power to the babies, yo.

In Ian's Words...

What's up my peoples?

So like check this out. Mommy is totally in the corner chewing on the furniture. Sometimes she goes "blee blee blee" and does something weird with her bottom lip. I think she's lost it, y'all. So I has to write this today.

Today I totally got Mommy up at 2:30 and then she didn't get to sleep until after 4. Go me! And then, for real, I got her back up at 7. Rawr! Then she was all trying to get me to eat and go back to sleep and I totally fooled her, I wouldn't! Ha ha! She was all like, "I don't know what to do with you!" and it was quite the funny. Finally she said, "I give up!" and she decided she was all up for the day and stuff, and I went to sleep. I am so hilarious! Mommy didn't think so, but she has a bad sense of humor. Don't tell her though, because then she'll make me take a bath.

So then, right, after she got me to wake up, we went out. First we went to a restaurant so that Mommy could be around other grown-ups for a little while, even if they no hablan ingles. I don't know what that means. Mommy ate a lot of chips and salsa and I threatened to cry and ruin everyone's lunch, but she told me to be good and so I did. Not that it helped me later when it came time for the bath.

So then we went to the grocery store. Why do those mean old ladies hit my stroller with their carts? Mommy says bad words when they do that. Anyway, we bought some stuff for Mommy to make for dinner. Because when he comes home from the salt mines - I don't like salt and I don't know why he wants to make it but Daddy is weird like that - if he doesn't have any supper his face gets all

and I don't like my Daddy to be like that. Mommy, yes. Daddy, no. I like Daddy because he has fun furry stuff on his face and I like to pull it as hard as I can. Daddy likes that.

So we bought Daddy some meat products and came home. So Mommy thought she would just hang out the rest of the day and watch "Buffy" but no, I had other plans! She is just lucky I totally waited until we get home. Then I totally pooped my pants, you guys. It was all up the back of my baseball outfit. Mommy was going to take a picture of it but it was just too gross.

But then, it all backfired on me, yo. I had to totally take a bath. It sucked. Mommy was all "Ewww, Ian!" and I'm all like, "What, yo, Moms?" Like a guy can't poop in his pants these days without some chick getting all mad about it. Jeez. So I had to do the bath thing which I do sorta like but don't tell anyone because I gots a rep to protect and stuff. I got to wear my Little Hero outfit then because the baseball outfit is total yuck.

But before she put on my Little Hero outfit, right, I totally peed all over the changing table! Ha! Mommy almost cried. But she didn't. I need to work on my technique - she's getting used to me, boo.

Now I'm hanging out in my swing, practicing my meditation, yo. I'm quite the little swami, ya know.

Ohm, dude.

Not much else is going on for Mommy and me. We sleep and poop and eat. Oh I went to see Great Grandma last week, she's nice and smells good. She told me she's going to keep candy in her house for me when I get bigger. Yay Grandma!

And we went to Mommy Group last week where there were lots of babies, and they were all worse than me, I was totally good! Mommy needs to quit her complainin' cuz those babies sucked and I rocked. Mommy weighed me and I was at 11 pounds and 9 oz and that's really good because I eat like a pig and I never let Mommy put the bottle down, almost. Ha!

I will write more later but right now I want to go tell Mommy to change my pants again.