Friday, September 28, 2007

The WHITE spot!

It has arrived!
No...not the black spot, not the infamous plague! The white spot!
After months of hype, the white spot has finally shown up...on Baby Poni's gums!
Yes, my little nipple gummer will soon be a full fledged nipple biter!
At nearly 10 months old, I was beginning to wonder where this child's teeth were - so today is a milestone!


Oh, and just an extra note, this kid is also starting to let go of the furniture when she stands! She is very proud of herself and giggles every time!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Baby Braveheart!

Baby Poni got her first shot today. We're on a delayed schedule.
My stomach was sick the whole visit...I work very hard to keep my children from experiencing any pain; physical, mental and emotional. So, getting shots always sucks!
But not for my little Poni. She double blinked as the needle pierced her skin and looked at me funny, like "what the hell did you do THAT for?"
And then it was over.
No crying, no tears, not even a fuss.
That's my girl...now next time won't be so hard!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Boo boo central!

Now that Baby Poni is crawling, we see a lot of boo-boos!
Here is her first rug burn...on her nose!
DH tried to explain this one, but couldn't without sounding like a negligent father!
I think Poni crawled off the couch face first. Ouch!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Dane Cook ladies and gents...enjoy.

I sure did!
And after you watch it think about how great it would have been to see that sneezing jerk become a tissue for my runny nose!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

You know it'll be a bad day when...

1. You cannot get your kid to get going for school and, as he rolls around on the couch moaning about his tummy, you have to resort to telling him "You can only skip school if you actually throw up right now!"

2. Your son tells you the kids at school are making fun of him because he has a sippy cup of juice at lunch time. But he won't drink any of the juice boxes you bought.

3. You then find out that the leader of the teasing gang is none other than the boy my son thought was his best friend.

4. Your five year old, who has loved school until now, weeps silently as he gets dropped off and signs "I love you" about seven times as he walks away from the car.

My heart is broken and I cannot curl up in bed and wait for the hurt to pass.
I want so badly to teach my son how to give a smart retort to whoever makes fun of him!
"Yeah, well you have hair like a girl!" or "You cry like a sissy," or "Grow up and stop wishing you were as cool as me!"
But none of these things, though they feel so good to say, are profitable in teaching my son to be a leader.
So, instead I teach him to say things like, "I thought you were my friend" and "You're hurting my feelings and that's not cool of you."

Maybe when he's older I can teach him to fight dirty!