My little "Chewy"

Ever since Callum was tiny he has been a "high maintenance" baby. Even with his fussy temperament we have loved every inch of this little man. He will be all peaches and cream until something doesn't go his way and then he begins to whine and moan in a way that sounds a lot like this guy:


Exhibit A: (use your imagination ;)



With a move to a full-size crib, medication to help keep him "regular", and the breakthrough of 2 teeth we have seen a lot more of this:



I am "knocking on wood" as I type hoping that maybe we have outgrown some of his Chewbaca wailing. Hold your breath with me and I'll keep you posted!

Crazy??

My mind ---- seriously I think I've lost it... probably never had much of it to begin with, but what is left is certainly gone. My Family is coming out for a short visit with one request -Tickets to the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City. I dutifully purchased tickets for all 6 of us back in October in anticipation.

This week is packed with random events in addition to the upcoming visit and so I was carefully planning it all out on Sunday. As I attempted to print our tickets I realized they were for December 18th NOT December 4th and then I promptly panicked. I spent a full day leaving messages at "guest relations", e-mailing, and attempting to make contact with Radio City. I just needed to know if a swap was even possible before I ran out and sold our tickets to the highest bidder and purchased new ones for the 4th. No Response - really. By this morning I was a little worried. I still hadn't heard a thing in response to my many messages...After a minor (or major) meltdown and lots more phone calls I had secured new tickets on the correct day and time - WHEW!


Why the breakdown? I don't know...it really wasn't that much of a problem. I knew all that in my mind, but just couldn't pull myself together. You know the straw that broke the camel's back, but I'm pretty sure that makes me the camel. I think I need help...preferably the kind that comes with an airline ticket to a tropical location, massage, and a babysitter.

30-30 Over the Hill

Yes, my little "man" has turned 6. What a sweet guy I have. As I put him to bed last night our conversation went a little something like this:

Carson: "Mom, I don't think I'm ready to turn six"

Me: "Why, Bud?"

Carson: "Because the last five years have been really great." (hint of sadness in his voice)

Me: "What do you mean?" (Trying desperately not to burst out laughing)

Carson: "Well my early years have been so good, I don't think it will be as good now that I'm so old!"

Happy Birthday Carson...I promise we'll make the next five years just as good as the last.

29-30 I just need my bed...

I wish this was it...a little more sleep and I just might kick this cold....

28-30 Little People...

Still feeling a little under the weather so I'll just post a few pics of these sweet kiddos of ours! The first two are of the kids at the pool during our recent trip to Florida. The picture of Cal is recent.

27-30 Feeling "Fuzzy"

When we spent a week with my sister-in-law and her kids in Idaho my niece Alli spent a lot of time with Callum. She loved to play with him, hold him, and talk to him. Cal could only handle small amounts of "Alli Attention" before he would begin to fuss and whine (note: It wasn't only Alli Attention that caused him to fuss ; ) At this point she would look up at me with her big brown eyes and ask, "What is wrong with him Aunt Jenn? Is he getting fuzzy?" With a hidden smile I would reply, "Yes, Alli he is fuzzy." He really was (and sometimes still is) a very fussy baby. There really was nothing in particular that was bothering him. He seems to need things just so or he is just not happy...

Well, today I took a page from Cal's book and have been feeling "fuzzy" as Alli says. I woke up still tired with a headache that has only continued to increase in intensity... I discovered that my camera lens was broken and I didn't accomplish anything on my to do list and grumped and complained to anyone who would listen to me today. I think I need a big dose of Vitamin C and a good rest. Call me tomorrow, hopefully "fuzzy" Jenn won't answer your call....

26-30 Back on the wagon...

Well, I knew it.... and I blew it.

Every time I had a minute I kept telling myself that I should post, but in the end I just ran out of energy and time. Dan spent the day at a "case competition" at Columbia in the city (he was a judge - not a participant) so I had a wallow in self pity day followed by an evening with some girlfriends. It didn't help that when Dad is gone I am on soccer duty. We hit Carson's game at 9 and Erika's at 12:30 -- by 1:10 it was rained out and we came home to warm up and shower. I just missed it yesterday, but when you fall off the wagon you jump right back on, right?