Handsomest of handsomes....


Handsome Mister Jameson... fast asleep in a milk coma. :) I can't believe he's a month (and five days) old already. He smiled for the first time yesterday! CJ was making funny sounds and faces at him, and J graced him with two veeerrrrry cute smiles!! And as soon as I grabbed the camera, he decided that was enough. Figures.

Just had to post this over here because it's my kids epitomized.

http://www.clipshack.com/Clip.aspx?key=1F1F7B8C7C0D129B

so the story behind this:

it's cjs days off so he got the kids ready for bed last night while i watched DWTS. there's my big mistake. mercy came running out of her room in that.... outfit, giggling, and says to me "mummy! i SEXY!!" yeah, cj dressed her and saw how ridiculous she looked and decided, instead of CHANGING her outfit, he'd teach her a new word. so after i die of laughter, i send her back to cj to tell him "daddy, you UGLY." (nothing like a little revenge a la child.) when she comes back in giggling from cj and i laughing so much, i decide this needs to be memorialized with photo evidence, and i try to teach her the model stand with her hands on her hips. mercy decides she looks better with her hands in her armpits, and porter starts trying to do it too. i say screw the photos, this needs video evidence. i turn it on and try to get mercy to say she's sexy, but then someone started dancing on the tv, so mercy starts "dancing". why is she thinking marching is dancing? because last week michael flatley (of Lord of the Dance and Riverdance fame) was on doing irish dancing, and mercy fell in LOOOVE. so now when you ask her to dance, she marches, thinking that she's irish dancing. then porter starts trying, and the rest is history. yeah, THAT would be how my kids are normally. that video of mercy being all sweet? it's fake. ha, i tricked you all.oh, and jameson is sleeping away in the bouncer behind them.

I'm supposed to be decorating the christmas tree, but I'm slacking. Yay for slacking! Besides, I'm having a bit of a "poor LoLo" moment; CJ's giving Jameson his third bottle ever, CJ's second time giving him one. (And I'm not sure the first really counts, because it was EBM in a bottle, given by me on the way home from Tucson, we were in a time crunch and J was hungry) Anyways, yesterday we gave J his first ever bottle of formula. well, i made it and CJ gave it to him, and J took it like a champ, which is good for the long run and for CJ, but me... I'm not so pleased. J's at the right time to introduce them, and as much as it kills me to not be the only comforter (I know, it's selfish, but I'm being honest), CJ needs this kind of bonding with him.

Mercy had her second evaluation today with the school district and we found out she needs more. Gah. I'm glad that we finally have the ball rolling on getting her help for her speech problems, but the possibility that there's more lurking under the surface is intimidating. CJ went with her today so I could stay with Jameson and Porter, and he said it sounds like she'll probably get into the preschool, so that's good. She still needs to be seen by the speech therapist, the occupational therapist and the physical therapist for their evaluation of her, and also needs another hearing test. Fun fun fun. But hopefully we'll know what's going to happen soon.

Porter had a nice, boring day, waiting for M's assessment to finish. We went to the park by the school and he had a blast sliding down the slides over and over and over and over. And over. Get my drift? The boy loves slides! And the whole time he had his "ambiance" with him, AKA a toy ambulance that has buttons you push to hear sounds and see the lights flash. Yet another obsession--cars of any sort. It's amazing to see the difference between him at 2 and where M was at at 2. His speech is SO much better than hers was, he's starting to use 3+ word sentences and knows almost all the same words that M does.

Okay... back to the tree I suppose... *mope*

trying the blog thing again. i'd use my old blog, but i can't seem to access it. it's hating on me. that's fine, i didn't like it that much anyways, so ha ha to you, old blog!

it's a month and a day since J was born, and i'm still in awe that i managed to birth him the "normal" way. even when he was born and the doctors and nurses called out "it's a BOY!!!" and they were all congratulating us, and cj kept saying "you did it, baby, you did it" it didn't seem real. maybe because i don't think i really expected that i'd actually be able to do it? who knows... but i'm freaking PROUD of myself for once. and yes, i look like crap in that picture, but i do not care. i had just birthed that 8lb 13oz wonderchild (with HAIR!!!! the heartburn paid off!), i had full right to look crap.

that's enough rambling for tonight i think. :)