Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The best parents EVER!


Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I know some are repeats but I just can't stop :-)
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And the cutest baby is....

Isaac Thomas-Allen Gardenghi! I know, shamelessly "new mommyish" of me.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006

She got me!

Hi Everybody! Mommy loves to try to catch me smiling but I can usually trick her by smiling until she disappears behind that big ugly black monster that flashes a bright light. She got me here though before I could stop smiling.
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Saturday, August 26, 2006


 We had our 2 month check up on Wednesday.  Boy, I wasn't kidding when I said he was getting big!  Isaac weighs 15lbs 6oz and is 23 inches tall.  We also got our first vaccination. That was about as much fun as having my heart extracted by way of my nostril.  I had to mentally steel myself against the very strong urge to break the nurse's nose with my elbow as she stuck that needle in his chubby little thigh.  Good thing my Mom had warned me about that one.  

Thursday, August 24, 2006


Yes it really is that short. No, it's never been this short. Yes, it is SO much cooler! Yes, I love it!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Some of my favorite men...

Yes, I have a few. These aren't even all of them :-p Sorry about the gap in postings. The internet demons had possesed my computer once again, it would seem. Saints and ministers of Google defend us...(slight paraphrase of W. Shakespeare there :-) Posted by Picasa

Monday, August 07, 2006

Holy growing baby, Batman!

I can't believe it! Actually I can, that's what made me check on his growth in the first place. Isaac is almost 25 inches tall and is probably over 13lbs. Insanity! He is tall and thin like both of his parents at that age. As for development, he can hold his head up with virtually no lag, tummy time is going well although we don't like it for too long and cooing is here in full force. Crying has changed from "I must panic and scream uncontrollably for everything I need no matter how close someone is to me" to "Hmm...small quiet fusses work just as well as this screaming thing". He spends lots of his time smiling and cooing to himself (he doesn't mind laying around without being able to have me in direct line of sight anymore) and he now smiles when I kiss him and has the beginnings of laughter. Too much fun!

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

The "new" me.

For those of you that have known me for a while or lived in close proximity to me for any length of time you will know that I am not what would be termed a "neat freak". Actually, I probably wouldn't even be termed "neat" :-) Barring those days at in college where freakishly tidy rooms were strictly enforced by women who had nothing better to do than inspect sinks for crud under the faucet, my living space generally looks like my closet threw up on it. Another thing...I have always been pretty creative (sewing, bead work, wood work, computer generated images etc) but while I loved to do those things I seemed to not use all the time I had in pursuing those things. This used to not bother me. At all. Then I had Isaac.

I think that before Isaac I had all this time to do what I willed and therefore always assumed there would be more time to do things (whether that be hobbies or housework) later. Now I have limited amounts of time to do ANYTHING due to a constant schedule of feeding, changing, burping and soothing. Given my previous tendencies I would predict that my house would self destruct inside of a week. However, what I have discovered is that I am now motivated to see how much can be accomplished in the small windows of opportunity afforded by nap time. Is this some kind of maternal instinct I haven't read about? Is it just a weird personality quirk (I have plenty of those :-) ? Or is it just that, all of a sudden, I can't be the kid anymore and there is an innate sense of "I must be a certain way because I am now the Mommy"?

I don't know, but I need to go start dinner.

PS. My house still isn't one for the Martha Stewart books and probably never will be but I just find that the mess gets on my nerves faster (possibly because there is nothing I can do about it even if I wanted to much of the time)