Water Logged

Can someone tell me why the smallest size in swimmy diapers is large enough to fit me? I swear if I really wanted to I could shimmy and stretch my way into one of those suckers. Don't ask me how its going to catch poo (especially MY son's) and keep it from going in the water if the thing is hanging from his hiney even with it pulled up to his nipples. Just something to think about next time you are going for a dip in the neighborhood pool...

Anywho, we were at Target this morning at the crack buying such swim pants and super sonic baby sun repellent. We were going to the pool today. Nothing was going to stop us. We went and picked up Aunt Lo (Lori) and Beau had his first day of fun in the sun. Or more like 45 min of uncertainty in the partly cloudy.

The following is the photographic diary of the day:

Getting ready to go out the door. Sunhat, check. sunglasses, check. Cutest baby ever, check.

At the pool:

After swimming we had to take a bath at Granny P's. We had just finished washing Lori in the sink, and I was next.Later, at home: Modeling his new sunglasses and hat for Dad since he missed out on all the fun.These were just a couple pictures from tonight when we were messing around. They were too cute not to share. TwinsWhat a face

Whew. Finally.

It says "If you think I'm cute you should see my Daddy".

June 15th, 2007
One year ago I took a pee that changed my life. I started taking tests Memorial Weekend because, well, I was late and I was going to the lake for the weekend. I needed to make sure it was ok for me to indulge in a few adult beverages. All the tests I took that week were negative. And by "all" I mean all 12. So I went on my merry way...water skiing and all. Fast forward about two weeks, I was running with my friend Bonnie and I was telling her how I didn't feel like myself. She insisted I take another test. So, after all the negative responses from First Response, I tried an EPT. I'll never forget that. The second my pee hit it it was screaming "PREGNANT! PREGNANT!" with its neon blue plus sign. I still took about 5 more. Turns out I was six weeks pregnant...


June 15th, 2008
One year later...
Happy First Father's Day Leo! Beau and I love you very much. You are a great dad.

Happy Father's Day, too, to all Beau's Granddads and Great-Granddads! He is so lucky to have so many amazing men in his life.


Granddad Leo
Papa LarryPappy EddieChurch with Gramps on Father's Day

On top of all that, it is Beau's 4 month birthday!

He is 26 inches long and weighs 14.9 pounds. So since he was born he has grown 5 inches and gained 6.2 pounds. He can now roll in both directions, tummy to back and back to tummy. He has recently introduced a military crawl to his repertoire. Meaning, he kind of scoots with his elbows and toes. Once that baby is mobile I am going to be so fit chasing him down, he already wants to go go go. We have introduced rice and oatmeal cereal and he loves it. Soon we get to start the very basic solid foods. I have a feeling my son is going to continue to be a good eater. We have reason to believe he may be teething, due to the amount of drool and slobber, among other symptoms. It has been the quickest, slowest, sweetest, frustrating-est, fulfilling-est, funniest, wanting to cry-est, intense four months of my life.

BABY CRAP...and not the kind of crap you are used to reading about in this blog!

Beau helping to update his blog and answering fan emails. Or really just pressing all the buttons on the keyboard.

I know, I know. Save your lectures. I have been slack. Sorry. Since I get to go to LAFitness every-other night it limits my "blogging" time. But it has been paying off. Today I officially can fit in all my pre-baby jeans. Now, wearing them in public is another story... I said I fit IN them, not I looked amazing in them. More like a sausage link in casing...but hey, they zip and button.

Meanwhile...

Last Saturday Leo and I and Beau went on a little excursion to Babies R Us. I feel I should let you know that before I got pregnant I detested baby toys and playthings...hell, if we are being completely honest, even babies. I swore up and down if I ever had children MY house would not be overrun with all that crap. Well, today I am eating my words. I stand before you a converted woman. (about the junk AND the babies...hehe) Thank heavens for that crap. The combination of me being desperate to entertain my son everyday and Leo feeling guilty for being out-of-town was deadly on the wallet. We left there with enough toys and crap to open a frickin' daycare. A legitimate one too... not one of those at someone's house that they painted purple and hot glue-gunned Elmo to their front door. Those scare me.

Among the loot was a couple Baby Einstein DVDs. I mean, I want my baby to be entertained AND smart...it seemed like a no-brainer. Let me tell you Disney just bent me over and spanked me hard. And while my pants were down took the $20 in my back pocket. They are basically just video of toys. Yes, it is to classical music, but someone set up the tripod and filmed the train set in Grandpa's basement. Homemade hand puppets that don't even do anything... I mean, I could have made this EASY. Only one thing...I didn't. Damn. I mean, I guess I shouldn't be so critical of a DVD that is made for 3-6 month olds...

One thing we did love was the Baby Einstein jumperoo. (Yeah, we are suckers for the Baby Einstein brand...)Beau loved it too...once he got used to it. This picture is before he was comfy with it... he wouldn't put his feet down. Toes curled tight, as usual. Then he got the hang of it. We have to stuff towels in around him because he is still a teeny bit small for it. Yes, I know, he's naked again.

My house looks like a Chuck E. Cheese, but my baby is happy. Happy baby=happy mommy.

Just thought I'd throw in a few more cute pictures...

He's getting so big...and getting a big personality.

It's a hard life. I know. Don't you just want to squeeze those leg rolls. More than that, don't you wish people looked at your rolls and wanted to squeeze them instead of trigger their gag reflex? Yeah. Me too.

We go to the doctor on Friday for check-up. I can't wait for the official weigh-in. Be sure and check back!

A break and Awake

So I tried to post this two days ago but "Blogger" has not been my friend. After everything we have been through together. We haven't spoken since. I'm even considering taking back the friendship bracelet I made.

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Warning: You may find this video clip to be boring if you have no emotional attachment to my son. It is a little long with not much action. I was going to post it so Leo could at least see Beau while he was out-of-town. I can (and do) entertain myself all day by watching these little antics but I do understand not everyone thinks my kid is the cutest thing on the planet (although something is clearly wrong in their head).
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So, Beau has gone on a nap strike until his dad returns home. This was today's napping attempt. He had been lying in his bassinet quiet, but when I checked on him....well....he was not sleeping. However, before you watch this video I have to defend some things. First of all, just because my child has no clothes on and there are no sheets on the bassinet and I'm pretty sure you can hear Judge Alex on tv in the background, that doesn't mean we are trailer, ok? I usually have my child in clothes but it was 92 degrees in Atlanta today and my baby sweats like..well...his daddy. I have no excuse for the sheets and Judge Alex...

The voices you hear are mine and my mom's (who like a saint came over to help today and spend the night). He has kicked his way out of the sleep positioner and is entertaining himself as an alternative to napping. The first look he gives me is like "oh, hi, it's you again...great". Then you can't hear it but he farts and of course I crack up because I am THAT mature. Be sure to pay attention at the end when we are talking about his daddy and he poops, laughs, and grunts, and poops.

Today was my first taste of single motherhood. Wow. I'm. So. Tired. Leo left today for his first out-of-town work assignment since we have had Beau. Palm Beach no less. Just thinking of him in the same zip code as the ocean while I'm stuck here in sticky Austell...well...it makes me jealous, ok? Judge if you must. Plus I'm trying to keep my sanity and the house all at the same time...it's quite a feat. Now, I love my son more than anything in the world but it IS nice to at least have the option to hand him off for a few minutes so I can do something selfish, like, I don't know... pee. And today was just day one. We have to make it thru Friday. If I remember to feed and poop the baby, the dog, and myself all in the same day I will consider it a success. I will keep you updated.

I miss you and love you Leo! I know you are going to sign on to look at pictures of Beau while you are gone. (Sometimes in the mornings when Leo is leaving for work and I am feeding Beau he'll come in and kiss Beau and say "Goodbye Son, I love you very much and I'll miss you today" and then walk out the door without so much as farting in my direction. I have to yell after him "I love you too husband". And he's all " I told you goodbye didn't I" and I'm all "Um. NO.") But he does make up for it by leaving me a turkey sandwich in the Frigidaire every day...GASP...no turkey sandwiches this week... Someone may want to call the house to make sure I've eaten...

These are cute pictures for Leo (and you) to look at...

I added this one (above) because Leo was trying to argue with me about Beau's hair color. He thinks it is brown and I keep insisting that it is red. Compared to Leo's RED hair doesn't Beau's look the EXACT same color?

Much Ado about Nothing

Sorry it's been almost a week since I've updated. However, things around here have been pretty uneventful. I FINALLY got my car back today, good-as-new, but severely depreciated. I should have taken pictures of the reunion... We pulled into the collision center and there she was. Like a long lost friend. The sun shining on her new parts (which would include the hood, headlight, driver's door, bumper, fender, wheel, and an assortment of other small but costly items). The best part... she still had her new car smell. My dad has been nice enough to lend me his Trail Blazer for the last two weeks and filling it with $75 worth of gas every three days got old REAL fast, so we had been limiting our outings.

BUT we did go out for a few special occasions...BOTH of my sisters had birthdays this week. Jessie's is the 26th and Lori's is the 27th. They both turned 22. Now, those of you who don't know my family are trying to wrap your brains around that one I know. I'll let you think about for a minute and I'll get back to you...

Give up? Well, they are technically my half-sisters (although we don't consider ourselves that at all...) Jessie on my dad's side and Lori on my mom's. Crazy huh? Love those girls more than anything, well except maybe my baby...but definitely not Leo...hehe. Just kidding. Not really though.. No I am. Ummm...anyway...

Oh.. I rejoined LA Fitness this week. My account had mysteriously gotten cancelled after extreme inactivity. But I'm back now. I don't know if you noticed (hehe), but I gained a LOT of weight during my pregnancy. Make that about 65ish pounds, give or take a 8 1/2 pound baby. Wow. I know. Impressive. Well, thankfully most of it has just come off naturally, but I do have about 10 stubborn pounds left to lose. Plus things aren't where they used to be even though I've lost the weight. Jogging up the stairs its me first and then my rear end comes flapping along a few seconds later when it used to be perky and tight...So I'm going to work out. I'll keep you updated on my progress. For those of you who have forgotten where I started this is a picture of me a full month before Beau came. I still had about thirty days of ice cream gorging to do. That will stayed burned in your retinas all day. Seriously, when you close your eyes you are going to see my thunder thighs. I'm sorry. Public humiliation/motivation never hurt anyone. I was lucky, though. My husband always said I was cute, for a chubby girl.

So...that was just a bunch of words to tell you I don't really have anything to update you on. Beau is his usual easy-going, charming self. He's a poop machine and makes no apologies for it. On top of that he has discovered that he can, in fact, slobber. He takes great joy in spreading slobber all over his clothes, bed, toys, swing and most importantly, my best shirts. He talks in his little Beau language all the time...except for when I turn a video camera on him. I keep trying to get some footage to put up here but he has a little performance anxiety for the camera. I'll keep working at it though. Meanwhile maybe these will make you happy...

A Furlong Weekend

Some of the Furlongs were in town this weekend celebrating a Monday off, cousin Brent's graduation, and of course spending time with Beau. He loved seeing his family!Beau spending time with Nanny
Beau and Grandma Pat

Enjoying a game of peek-a-boo with Uncle Ben
Playing with Uncle Ben
Sitting with Grandad

Congratulations Brent. He graduated from South Cobb High School this weekend. We all went over to help celebrate. Steak, beer, cake, and someone to hold my kid while I ate in peace. My kind of night.
Brent the graduate
The cake says it all Cousin Anna

Enjoying the outdoors, family, and a yummy thumb Beau and Ben. When Beau gets older Ben is going to teach him archery and martial arts...among lots of other things I'm sure. Thanks for coming and visiting us! We had fun.