Everything Baby

One Down for The Count

We've had Number 1 down for the count for two days now. He's been sick, sore throat, fever, pittiful voice, the works.  Now, he's on the mend. I never realized how hard being sick, but better, really is. The poor little guy wants to play, feels like he can play, sees his brother and sister at play. But when he tries to join in, the fact he hasn't eaten in two days catches up with him.

He's got a field trip at school tomorrow, but it's looking like that's a wash out. Let's just hope he starts eating again, so he can mend.

Russell

Tickerteat

Okay,

Buckle up...5...4...3...2...1...and WE"RE OFF!

When our first son was born I thought it was a big deal to put this plump little guy in a superman costume and zoom him around the neighborhood. From family to friend we bounced, giddy with joy over trick or treating with a little meat ball who had no teeth.

A few years later it was the same, but now with daughter number TWO and son number ONE. Watching them toddle about as they tried their best to understand why the forbidden candy is now in vogue and why the sugar bugs don't like THIS Candy. They trick or treat or tickerteat as best they can, eating all along the way, despite our warnings.

Next came number Three. So off we went with Buzz, Hello Kitty and some little tiger. Like three little ducks, they ran from door to door. TickerTeat. Finally out of breath and with a new appetite, my little tiger just camped out in the wagon gnawing on his stash.

Its been six years now. Number one is 6, number Two turns 5 in a few days, number Three is three and a half, and number Four will turn 1 just after number two. It seems as if we've been zipping that baby about the whole time, but it's really been 3 babys.

So now the craze is upon us now and we're starting again. What do we wear, where do we go? Does any one know? We'll get them dressed and take them out, we'll watch three walk, and one crawl.

It'll be madness, but I know what I'll be thinking. Watching those 4 go.

When can we do it again, and man oh man, it is a REALLY big deal.

Trick or Treat?

Russell

My Little Hottie?

Okay. I admit it.

I want my little girl to be a hottie. I didn't fully realize this until last night. Jen and I were having a converstation trying to decide if the boys would be upset about the fact that Bella was taking Dance and Cheerleading at the same time. We just signed Jack up for Cub Scouts the night before and he commented about Bella getting to do two things. Jen told Jack that he gets to play baseball and that is his second "thing". Well, Jen told me about that conversation and that she thinks Bella shouldn't be able to play baseball in the spring.

Well hold on, I said. I told her that I think Bella needs Dance so she learns how to dance (something I never did) and feels confident in that setting. She also needs Cheerleading for the "excersise". And, I added, she needs baseball so she stays a tough little girl (as if 3 brothers won't do). Jen looked at me and said, "why do you want her to be such a Hottie?"

Wow. She would be quite the hottie, she is already cute (everyone says so, maybe they really think it too), she can out run her older brother and has Jen's competitive nature. Jen further added, "You're the one who's worried about keeping the boys away already." (The boys better help me!)

That made me think. Am I giving her the right message? I always comment about how much I love the kids, I ask them about their days and tell them how proud I am when they have a good one.  I always tell them how special they are and how smart they are. But, I'm also fond of telling bella (who I call my princess) how cute or how beautiful she is. The PC crowd would tell me I'm sending mixed messages and I should not comment on her looks. I wonder why I shouldn't. As long as I temper those comments with others about her person, she should be just fine. And if Daddy can't see her "beauty", can anyone? Trudding along, Russell