Saturday, July 28, 2012

Happy 10 months baby boy

Noah James,
How on earth are you already ten months old? It feels like just yesterday we were anticipating your arrival.
You are such a blessing to our family. We are already planning your first birthday party with your PoPo.
Here is what is going on with you this month.

- you still sleep in our bed. We set up the pack n play in our room and we have been trying to get you to sleep in it, but it really is a lost cause.
-you are such a snuggler. I love it.
- you still are nursing at least twice during the night.
- you are about 24lbs and about 29inches long
- you wear size 4 diapers
- you wear 18-24 month clothes.
- you still wear a size 4xw shoe.
- you are a really good eater. STILL
- you are into everything. You even try to pick the outlet covers off!
- you crawl, pull up on everything and a couple times I have seen you stand unassisted.
- you are really starting to bond with your daddy and I love it. But I don't have to worry because you are still very much a momma's boy.
- you love to go swimming.
- you have started crawling up the stairs.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Happy birthday Emilio

Today is Emilio's second birthday. He is such a pain in the butt, but Faith is head over heals in love with this dog. And he loves our kids, and is so good with them. We are so lucky to have this sweet goofy boy

Monday, July 9, 2012

Look alikes

Faith is a spitting imagine of her dad. Yea, as she gets older you can see some of my features coming out in her, but for the most part she looks just like Damian. Noah on the other hand looks so much like my side of the family. His skin is pretty pale considering he is 1/2 Hispanic, and his hair is a little lighter. He looks a lot like my Poppa as a little boy. Check out the resemblance.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I am still alive

I was doing good with my blogging, but have slipped up again. I have pretty much been a single mom for the past four days and it is kicking my butt. Damian has been up and out of the house working before we get up and working until after I put the kids to bed. I am tired, and grouchy. It isn't that I don't love my kids or enjoy staying home with them. It is just that I never get just a few minutes to myself. I try to tell myself that it won't be like this forever, but it doesn't work. Damian thinks that me going to the grocery store at 11pm at night is me time. I think that is what annoys me the most. When Damian is home, I still am the one doing almost everything. I feel bad for him because he works so much. So I let him just do his own thing. But it starts to bother me later. I know he works hard, but so do I. I can't keep up. I am drowning in this cluttered house and it seems like I just can't stay on top of it. Ok, vent over. Instead of blogging I could have probably done the dishes.