It is one of those nights. Patty was up with the little guy for an hour. I took over almost 45 minutes ago. He was cranky. He spit up. He passed gas. He flailed. I put on some music and eventually he calmed down. Was it because of the music or was it because he was just plum tuckered out? I don't care. I might be able to go back to bed soon

have I ever told you... that I hate computers ( Read more... )

Today was supposed to be a quiet day. I suppose it was. It jut wasn't the day that I'd expected. I was supposed to spend the day taking care of the little guy so that Miss P could get some rest. At about 8:30 AM I got a call from our alternate to Presbytery... She threw her back out. Of course today was the big big vote on the church property ( Read more... )

Yesterday was another big day. Our friends Steph & Mike had their baby boy yesterday. The details are unclear right now except that it was a long labor. We can't wait to meet him. Not only that, but our Michael had his first fitting of his christening gown. It's a lot longer than I thought it would be. It's going to be a instant heirloom... ( Read more... )

Easter is going be a big day.
Not just because of the bonnets, the bunny or, basic reason of Easter.
On Easter, there will be a baptism.
Michael will be officially welcomed into the church.
We have been told that kids named Michael have a little it of the devil in them.
Maybe the baptism could also be part exorcism?

Well we saw the pediatrician today (yesterday... at 3AM who cares?)
The little guy is 14 pounds. That puts him in the 95th percentile... he's big.
The little guy is also 25.5 inches long, also in the 95th percentile. He's tall.
We must be doing something right 'cause he is growing.

It's 4:00am... what do you think I'm doing up?
I'll give you three guesses.

Sorry but we've been a little busy.
Since we've been spending 12+ hours a day at the hospital, there isn't much time left for writing in the journal.
Check back soon.

Twas the night before induction and all through the house ( Read more... )

It's Christmas eve morning and I think Ginger is getting anxious.
She's sitting by the presents under the tree. She looks like she's guarding them. Ok some times she licks one and looks like she wants to eat it... but that's not often.
It's almost as if she wants to open presents. It's a good thing she can't read. She'd be very disappointed to ( Read more... )