Friday, January 27, 2006

Metamorphosis

It seems like Oliver is transitioning into toddlerhood rather quickly. In the last month he has sprouted three teeth, is pulling up on anything and everything and can crawl faster than his preggers mommy can keep up with. He is an accident waiting to happen! It's like he has "baby-gate radar", as soon as we take one of them down he is off in that direction in a flash. It is much harder work than when we could put him in one spot and he would stay and play for a while, but it is also so much fun to see him exploring and figuring stuff out. He is learning so fast these days, I feel like he has a new trick every day.
Here's a funny thing, I was having this really bizarre dream lastnight (they're even more bizarre when you are pregnant!) and I remember thinking in my dream that I should blog about what was happening. Of course I can't really remember it now, but I thought it was funny that I would dream about blogging.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

By the way...

It encourages me to blog when people comment...just so ya know.

Like Father Like Son

So, I've decided to start planning Oliver's birthday party since I will be super-pregnant by then, and may not be too into birthday party planning or carrying out. I've been thinking about what kind of cake to make and have decided that the only things he really likes at this point are my boobs. Therefore, I think I should make a boob cake. Seriously, even though he is not nursing anymore, he is obsessed with them. He is constantly pulling my shirt down and raspberrying my chest and now they have become handy handles for pulling himself up. Not fun. I told Joel of my idea and he said he wants a boob cake too. Go figure...

Monday, January 02, 2006

Top Ten Reasons Why New Year's Eve Was Sad

1. We're Getting Old. There used to be a time when we would brave the bitter cold and go into First Night in Boston and stay up almost all night...not so anymore. Now we just hang in with some friends and head home as soon as the ball drops.

2. Dick Clark. Did anyone else find themselves choked up while he was doing the countdown? Poor man can hardly talk! What happened to the ageless, invincible, robotic Dick Clark? I could barely make it through the countdown. It was painful to listen to him.

3. Janice and Chris' Upstairs Neighbor. As we were coming into their condo, we could hear the people upstairs talking and the wife told the husband that she wanted to file for divorce. Then the poor man just left. Happy New Year...

4. Ok, there is no # 4. I guess it should be top three reasons, but those are biggies - they can count for three or so each. Don't get me wrong, I had a fun time on New Year's Eve. It's just different, and sometimes different is sad.