The pumpkin is 10 months old this week. One of my friends is pregnant with twins and asked me what the hardest part is, do I miss the days of it just being Rick, Cooper & me, and when does it finally become real that you’re having a baby.
I told her the hardest part was in the beginning, not having any fricking clue what the problem is when she was crying. Is it because she’s tired/hungry/wet/gassy/colicky? I also have a hard time being the primary caregiver due to Rick’s work schedule; I think getting married later and being an older …
Month: September 2007
A couple of pictures
I am a little late posting these pictures of Mallory’s first date with Kyle from last week. Kyle is 13-mos old and a total charmer. He & Mallory enjoyed appetizers of blueberries & goldfish, and a main dish of chicken pasta. They were so cute at dinner :-) These pictures are after they did a little post-dinner shopping.
And here are some pictures from the pre- & postgame tailgate on Saturday:
With daddy on his pre-game golfcart (I must point out that this child loves any steering wheel she can get her hands on!)
Trying to get Miss Mallory asleep…somewhere in …
"How was your weekend?"
Really? People are *really* asking me this question? Are you kidding me? Michigan lost to a division 2 school and people really think I had a good weekend?
I don’t normally care about the outcomes of the game – I enjoy the atmosphere, the band and spending time with my friends tailgating and a win on Saturday afternoons in the fall is icing on the cake. Of course I want Michigan to win every game but this loss hurts more than any other that I can remember. Yes, even more than losing to OSU the day after Bo died last fall. …
Fire up! It's Saturday!
First football game this afternoon!! The car is all packed, jello shots are ready and now I’m just waiting for Mallory to wake up.
I woke up extra early so that I wouldn’t forget anything so since I have a few minutes (I think) before MC wakes up, I’ll share some of Mallory’s latest tricks: She is getting BEYOND independent. If I’m walking with her holding her little hands in my fingers and I try to change her direction towards where I want her to go, she shrieks in protest and sits down. And she is obsessed with having her sippy cup …