Random thoughts

• Right now John is out selling a dryer he fixed. He is so cool.
• New blog title- cool, or corny?
• You want to hear a funny story (promise not to judge me, I realize now, it is kind of messed up what I said.) So I am talking to Baby Johnny and Caity comes up and repeats everything I say...and it went a little something like this:
• Me: "Hi Johnny!"
• Caity: "Hi Johnny!"
• Me: "Your so cute, yes you are!"
• Caity: "Your so coot, yes you are!"
• Me: "Oh I love you!"
• Caity "Oh I love you!"
• At this point I am a little annoyed...I need my space sometimes, you know?
• Me: "You are stupid, yes you are!"
• (I said don't judge me, I just wanted to see what Caity would do.)
• Caity: "No mommy, Johnny not stooopid, Johnny coot."
• She is smarter than I thought.
• Should I get in the shower? Probably...
• My kitchen floor REALLY needs to be mopped.
• I gave the Wiggles another chance today...still not a fan. And its not that they are cheezy, I can do cheezy...but I really can't watch them sing "Away in a Manger" with Jazz hands again...they. are. weird. Caity loves 'em though.
• Speaking of which, lately I have been on a negative streak- I really need to work on that. You know, the whole glass half full concept.
• Just finished the book, "The Hiding Place" Probably one of my favorite books ever. Really.

And there is my brain waves at the moment.

Valentine's Day

(what is vday without a pink tutu, an overabundance of jewelry and a doll that sings an exteremely obnoxious Valentine's day song that I totally have memorized...)

Valentine's Day was pretty low key at our house. Caity and I made pink donuts for Breakfast, and I decorated our table in everything pink and red I could find, and hung hearts from the ceiling to which Caity exclaimed, "Oh my Dosh! Heart Surprise Table!" Which made it worth it. We made Valentines for Caity's friends which by the time we were done I was too tired to deliver...blast, sorry kiddos. I made John a scrap book of all the notes and things I have made or written John since we have been married (they have previously been stored in a big bucket.) He liked it, or at least he was a good sport if he didn't. It was fun making, and brought back a ton of memories. John brought me home a beautiful bouquet of Magenta roses and Caity a pink rose which she mutilated doing the flower dance and singing "The Dad Gave me a flower Song" That goes something like "Daddy gave Caity a Flower! Daddy gave Caity a flower! Pretty Flower! Daddy Happy!..." and so forth.

We spent the afternoon walking through farmer feilds freshly sprayed with manure in search of John's lost wallet. Romantic, you know? And because we are REALLY cool we crashed at like 7:45pm. But all in all a good day. Any day in which pink and red totally go together is bound to be a good day.

Right now...

John is in his American Lit Class

The Little Man is asleep:
Caity is singing "The Happy Song" that goes something like this: "Happy, happy, happy, happy Happy, HAPPY, happy." With the occasional "Happy Baby Johnny happy Mommy, Happy Daddy, happy happy..." She is singing this while getting her baby Johnnys ready for a walk around the house:

Isn't she the cutest? (...)
I am wearing my super cool lamb slippers that John thinks are grandma slippers- when in reality they really are super cool....I love them.

(and I am writing on our blog, of course.)

2 week check up

Johnny went in for his 2 week appointment. The good news is that he is still alive. He is a healthy growin' boy.

Here are his measurements and his percentile in comparison to other babies his age:

Hieght: 24 inches 100%

Weight: 10 pds 6 oz. 98%

Head: 14 inches 95%

So....he's a big boy. And his 4 day appointment he weighed 8pds 1oz. So yes, in 10 days he gained like 2 and half pounds!! I can't beleive how big he is getting....and I can't beleive how many pictures I have of him in the same outfit making "the same face" (as John says.) and I just love every one and want to bore the world with them! But I restrained and narrowed it to three.

The last one is Johnny with his friends Caity introduced him to. Their names are baby Johnny too. How fun.

I just love the second one- I just want to cuddle with him...I love his chunky little cheeks- I think he looks a little more like me than John- my face kind of chunks like that too.

Baby Johnny Comin'!

Don't even worrry Caity lays down next to me. Bloats her stomach. Breathes in and out rapidly. and says, "Oh man! Baby Johnny comin'!" What? "Mommy! Hold my feets! Hold it tighter!!" Still breathing rapidly mind you. And yes, she then started grunting and yes, pushing. Awkward. I swear she was in the labor and delivery room for like an hour. MAYBE two. What a weird girl.

Now the foot thing:

When I would get a strong contraction I would ask John to squeeze either my foot or hand...why my foot? I don't know. I am strange that way I guess, but just trying to get the pain focused somewhere else.

Well, while John was squeezing my hand, here is Caity squeezing my foot, making me laugh, making the contraction even harder, making me want to kick her. Look who decided to wake up!

Love this little guy.

Dare I go into her feeding her babies? Just crossing my fingers her new learned skill doesn't make it to nursery.

An Update

Well, thing 1 and thing 2 are asleep right now and I feel like the world is my oyster...except I don't even like oysters, so lets make the world my arby's value chocolate shake...mmm...much better. So here's a little of what everyone is up to:

Little John, Johnny, Johnny5, Little man, LJ....or whatever you want to call, I sure as heck don't. besides plain "adorable" that is (moms can say that.) Here's a low down of what Johnny has been up to the last few days:

Sleeping:

More Sleeping...

And more sleeping...

When he isn't sleeping he is typically eating (we will leave out those pictures.) Some little things I like about Johnny though- he likes being held, not in the fussy baby hold me or I will scream kind of way but you can just tell he likes being held and loved. He has the cutest "smiles." He smells good. He has peed on me a couple times, and I think it is just the funniest thing in the world (don't quote me on that...) He tolerates Caity very well. I also like that I get to dress a baby in dinosaurs, cars, and anything blue.

Caity...Oh Caity.

Caity is loving being a big sister and always makes sure I know Johnny is her little brother. "MY wittle brover." The other day I was doing my hair (which is a miracle.) and I hear Johnny gaggle the weirdest cry: "Caity what are you doing?" "Nuffin, Mom!" Right. I walk in on her in Johnny's bassinet, straddling him trying to shove a binkie in his mouth. Later I walked in to check on Johnny to find a stool next to his bassinet with lotion all over his hair, eyes, ears, you name it: "Caaaaity?" "Yeah, Mom?" "Did you put lotion on Baby Johnny" "yeah...(steps on stool) he looks so pritty! He likes it mommy!" Then today John said he left the baby on our ottoman and came back after throwing a diaper away to find Caity on the ottoman and Johnny crying under our couch. John picked him up and he had the cutest little pout I have ever seen and he just wimpered: "Caity, did you push Johnny off?" "No, dad, I was juss helppin' Johnny likes it, Daddy."

She got a package from my mom including a little doll from the Roths back home. The doll sings a valentine song in a highly annoying (yet cute) voice and says things like "you're my super special valentine!" to which Caity responds, "no, your MY super special balenting!" Needless to say...they are best friends.

(Caity and her doll...yes, she is whereing those shoes with her pajamas and yes, she tried wearing them to bed.)

John- the big one.

(insert cute picture of John holding Johnny which John made me take off because he didn't like it.)

John has been gone all day trying to catch up on school after dealing with his psycho-give-me-sleep-or-give-me-death-wife this weekend...he has been working pretty hard, and so far is keeping with the straight A's...I'm so proud. He picked up a little ford truck for $250 last week that needs a little work but is drivable and he is pretty stoked (even though when we were first dating he told me he would never drive a small truck.) He loves having another man in the house and because johnny is so chill in comparison to Caity he makes sure to let me know John is HIS child and while Caity is flinging herself on her bed in the depths of despair she is MY child.

Mary...(me.)

(I don't have any pictures of myself.)

I am feeling pretty good. I deep cleaned my kitchen and front room this morning (by this morning I mean, all day on account of 2 hour projects take like 10 hours.) Needless to say by the time I was finished both my children were ready for mommy time...which is so much nicer in a clean house. And I am proud of myself that I finished it...and that is about the jist of my life today. (Besides smelling like rotten milk and feeding my two year old cookies for breakfast.)

So there are the happenings in Brasselland....hope you all are having a wonderful tuesday.

Next time I am dressing up for Walmart.

This is what John and I looked like going to Walmart Saturday night:

(death.)

(I'm the one on the right.)

This is who we ran into:

(the whole blasted world.)

No kidding...we ran into EVERYONE!!! To say Caity's hair was unruly is an understatement, to say we working the isles like supermodels would a dramatic overstatement...last time I hit up Walmart after a day like that thinking I won't see anyone.