Greetings

Beau has finally mastered the word "Hi". We've been working on it for a while and when we would say "Hi Beau!", he would just smile and wave. I would plead with him, "Beau, can you say 'HI'? Say 'hi' for Mommy. Hi! Hi! Hi Beau!" ...Just a wave back. Until late last week. We finally got greeted back.


Nap schedules at the Furlongs are really up in the air right now. We used to be clockwork over here. Two naps a day. Two hours each. It. Was. Awesome. These days naps are hit or miss until we figure out the new ideal time slot. One particular day last week we were having a "miss". Beau was jumping around in his bed, singing and laughing. Usually he ends up throwing out his passy and Baby and gets upset after doing so. He'll fuss a bit until I go in and collect the discarded items, place Baby in hand and passy in mouth, lie him down, and try again. These days this little ritual goes on about four or five times before he finally settles down and goes to sleep. This day was no exception. However, each time I went in, the moment he spotted me, I was politely and enthusiastically greeted "HEY!".

As Promised...

I swear he doesn't cry all the time. Just when you interrupt something he is doing, like, walking toward a storm drain, playing in the toilet, climbing on the fireplace, or eating dog treats.

See? Here are some good ones. Don't 'cha just want to kiss those cheeks off?

Spring Break

I guess you've noticed a lack of postings here. It is Spring Break, after all. Don't stay-at-home moms and one-year-olds get a Spring Break? Air brushed tee shirts, anyone?

No, really the reason I haven't posted anything for a couple weeks is twofold:

1. Nothing really exciting has happened here in Furlongville. Beau is great, strong as an ox, healthy as a mule, and BAD. Tantrums. This boy can throw a tantrum. We are working on that... Pictures are hard to come by because now, when he sees the camera, he wants it. And when I don't let him have it, guess what happens... Same for videos. He loves walking up and down our street with the other kids (and we parents, too...don't worry). Beau loves walking, period. He gets mad when you pick him up and doesn't like being told which direction to go, either. His vocabulary is expanding everyday it seems. The newest additions are "WOOF WOOF" (more like a "uh uh" grunt, but we'll take it. He'll say it everytime he hears a dog bark.), "Beau", and "OOOO". I had a mediocre video to include at the end of this post to demonstrate these couple words; however, Leo did some sort of upgrade-y thing-y to the computer and I have no idea where it went. (Let's all look forward to the comment that my husband will leave mocking my complete and utter lack of computer know-how.) I'm beginning to the think the tooth fairy is going to have it easy over here at our house, as we are still counting in at ONE tooth.


2. Aside from nothing major happening, a TON a minor things have been going on, keeping me away from the keyboard.

Let me expound...

1. Oooo...I'm really feeling the numbered lists today, aren't I?...hehe. Ok, number one... I started rehearsals for a show I'm doing at the end of April. Four nights a week, sometimes five. Crazy schedule. The details of the show warrant an entire post for themselves, so we'll save that for another day.


2. I have temporarily (anyway, I hope it's temporary) lost my mind. I cut off all my hair (a classic symptom, no?), I left my keys in the door and COULD. NOT. FIND. THEM. meanwhile giving complete strangers the open invitation to come on into my house, oh, and please, use my key. Don't forget to help yourself to the car key too! Luckily, it turned out OK. Oh yeah, and lastly, I registered for a half-marathon. In two weeks. Yeah. Now, I've been a runner for a long time, but never done anything over a 10k (a bit over 6 miles) at one time. I just tell myself its just running two Peachtree Road Races back to back. That seems do-able? Right? Anywho, I've spent my spare time pounding the pavement so I'm not a complete embarrassment and the guy in the golf cart with oxygen and megaphone doesn't have to come by and go "Ma'am, the course is closed now. You've exceeded the time limit and we are going to reopen the roads now. I'm afraid you are going to have come with us..."


3. I have morphed into a tween boy. Meaning, I saved up some money and I purchased a video game console. I did. For me. Not my husband. Me. I don't know if any of you out there have played Rock Band, but I could be obsessed. I can literally play it for hours on end...and I have. I force my husband and other unwilling participants to play with me. Yes, my own mother has rocked the guitar. In fact, just typing about it makes we want to go downstairs right now and pull out those damn drums. I might need rehab, or better yet, there might be an entire episode of "Intervention" dedicated to my Rock Band habit.

So, there you have it. My lame excuses and a deeper insight to the complete dork I am. My hand to heaven, I will try and get some picture of Beau here soon. No promises on if they will be good or not...

Peace Offering

It is the Easter season, after all. I decided to put our past "problems" behind us and do something nice for that damn dog. Ok, ok...in all honesty, I was sick and tired of looking at Leo's circa 1994 bedspread that was doing doggie bed duty. So I made Baxter a new bed. Black and white stripes with red damask trim is much easier on my eyes.



Let's just say if I find poo on this work of art... it will hit the fan.

March 1st in "Hot"lanta...hmmm.

Leo and I would both like to publicly apologise to Glen Burns, the local weatherman. "Snow, yeah right. Way to be overly dramatic, Glen."



2 hours later I was leaving the gym and by the time I got to my car I was COVERED in snow.



When I got home, we bundled up the little guy and let him see the white stuff for the first time. It was a bit too slushy to play in, but he was happy just to walk around in it for a few minutes.