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Happy New Year!


Andrew, sitting human and wishing you all a happy and safe New Year!


Time Keeps on Slipping


Well, Paul’s nice two-week Christmas vacation is slowly coming to an end. Time is quickly slipping away, but we have really enjoyed this time together… so much so that we have been spending pretty much every waking moment together.

And I love it!

Unfortunately, that doesn’t leave me with much time for blogging. I know, I’ve not been posting as frequently as I would like. Heck, I haven’t even had time to do my Yoga, which sucks because I can feel the Christmas Pounds piling on slowly… like I’m walking in mud and each step is a little harder to take because mud keeps caking on my shoe.

Only, IT’S NOT MUD I’m actually talking about.

Doing Yoga is fun, though. I have this DVD that came with the Yoga mat Paul bought me. It’s a mixture of Yoga and Pilates… and let me tell you, if you are out of shape like me, it’s HARD! I mean, there are all these crazy poses I’m trying to figure out. Stuff that I can’t even pronounce. But dang it, Internet, I am bound and determined to lose this weight. So I will do as many Cobras and Downward Dogs as it takes.

Even though I am quite sure I look more a spastic mouse in a blender than someone doing Yoga.

So as soon as the holidays roll over, I’m going to resume my Yoga and hopefully, and I am saying this with all my fingers and toes crossed, I will see results soon.




Nathan, 8 days old. It’s am amazing how much babies change as they grow.


Nathan’s First Christmas Part II


Yesterday, I talked some about Nathan’s First Christmas and the fun Nathan had playing with the television’s remote control. But today is all about Nathan opening his first presents. Well, actually, he was only able to open one present. He was in the middle of opening his second present when he had a total meltdown and we had to put him down for a nap.

So anyway, the present-opening ritual went great at first. Nathan and I smiled for the camera because, of course, you have to have pictures of you with your child(ren) on Christmas.

Then I took a rare picture of Nathan and my husband. Paul generally doesn’t like to have his picture taken, much to my dismay because, well, I’m a little Camera Happy at times.

Then, I introduced one of Nathan’s presents to him. He wasn’t sure what to think, but he was totally diggin’ the colorful wrapping paper.

I tore a hole in the paper and put his hand in it, encouraging him to unwrap it himself.

He was curious about this new tradition… the tradition of Ripping Things. But he wasn’t really sure if it was truly okay to just rip something. So I helped him.

Just a little.

When we finally extracted the present from it’s cocoon of festive paper, Nathan took a close look at the box and, yes, HE THREW UP HIS HANDS IN EXUBERANCE. It was a Nathan-sized laptop! I don’t know if he was excited about the new toy or the box. He loves playing with boxes.

He couldn’t believe his good luck. How did he manage to score something so cool without having to do anything for it?

He spent the next few minutes exploring the box, running his little hands along the edges and not quite sure where to go from there. So we took the toy out of the box and handed it to Nathan to play with.

He didn’t just play with it, though. He kept picking it up, turning it over in his hands and thoroughly exploring every aspect of it. He gently touched the screws holding the toy together. He studied the different designs engraved in the plastic. He opened and closed the lid, a quizzical look glued on his face when a childish voice said “bye bye” from the speakers.

But now it was time to open a present labeled “To Paul and Nathan” from Paul’s dad. Paul laid down on the floor with Nathan and showed him who the present was from.

Nathan intently watched his daddy rip off little pieces of the present.

But then, Nathan had a meltdown.


He was like an engine that had been running smoothly suddenly starting to smoke and sputter. He randomly threw a tantrum, signifying the present-opening was to be halted so he could nap.

And he napped very well, indeed. I’m sure he dreamed of Nathan-sized laptops, disembodied sing-song childish voices wishing him farewell, and shredded festive wrapping paper wafting in the air.

It was a glorious Christmas, my friends.

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