Our Computer Crashed

So I had to find alternate means of posting. I won't tell you where that alternate means is, because it will get me into trouble.

Birth story is coming as SOON as our computer is up and running again.

But in the meantime, Cole and I had our 2 year anniversary last Monday. And, as always, Cole ROCKED IT at the gift giving.

He came home with two matching white outfits complete with baseball caps. I was told we would be decorating these with inside jokes that no one else would understand, and then be wearing them out on our date that night. Confused stares from onlookers? count me in.

I wrote things on my shirt that COLE has said that made ME laugh.

Cole wrote things on his shirt that HE has said that made HIM laugh.

We went to The Cheesecake Factory to make these whilst we ate. We used fabric markers. It took us a little too long to discover that fabric markers could bleed through metal. It took us much less time to save the wooden tabletops and lamanated menus with a quick sprint to the men's room for some wetted paper towels.

End result? See for yourself.

three truths and a lie

our (former) pediatrician:

*sent me to two specialists, Phoenix Children’s hospital, made me wait a total of 3 hours each visit, and diagnosed him with pyloric synosis.

*weighed Smithboy with all his clothes on and a VERY full diaper, then told me he was overweight.

*said his hairy ears were inherited from his faher.

*managed to conclude each visit with a diagnosis without ever touching him.

In the first month of being a mother, I have:

*perfected how to go to the bathroom while holding a baby.

*only slept through the night once.

*attended a yoga class and had to leave so no one would see me pass out.

*cooked dinner 5 times. and discovered upon completion I couldn’t eat them.