President, Not Princess

I am not a big fan of the "princess" or "diva" things. It took me a long time to make peace with the massive amounts of pink things that you receive when you have a baby girl. I have never been a pink (or purple) person. But there are a lot of pink and purple things out there for little girls, some of which are adorable. Now Sam wears pink and purple on a regular basis and (of course) looks so cute.

It's not that I am a big tomboy. I like getting dressed up. Getting a pedicure is one of my favorite things in the whole world. I wear dresses and skirts more than pants or shorts. I make a mean key lime pie and Sweet Home Alabama is one of my favorite movies. But the princess and diva thing I just can't get on board with.

Apparently I won't have to. I love this website and can't wait to get one of the shirts for Sam. I can't decide between the "President Not Princess" and the "Doctor Not Diva".

We now have four!

Teeth, that is. We had fun this weekend with Pop, Mom-Mom, and Auntie Kara. And KC and I had a lot of fun since Mom-Mom babysat Friday AND Saturday night - Whoo Hoo! I have some pictures and a funny story to post later but wanted give an update on the teething nightmare. On Saturday morning we woke up with 4 fully cut teeth.

Somehow we survived this round of teething and Mama and baby are happy again.

What Could Be Worse?

I'm sure there is a long list of things that could be worse, and are in fact worse then what I am about to write...BUT none of them have happened to me in my 29 years so this is at the top of my list.

Holding your child at 2am while she screams uncontrollably. A guttural cry that if you ever have to hear again you feel like you might go deaf. And you sob as a result. That's my worst, and that's where I was at 2am this morning.

I HATE TEETHING. We have tried, and continue to try Motrin, Tylenol, Baby Orajel, and those homeopathic teething tablets. Everything seems to work for awhile and then we are miserable again. She is holding up pretty good during the day and even at dinner last night she wasn't too bad. Just wanted to be held and not much interest in eating. She is still nursing, so I am assuming that she is getting enough nutrients that she is not dehydrated. She peed through her diaper last night so I think we're ok. (TMI?) Why can't this other tooth cut? RIGHT NOW.

I think the baby gods are thinking "well, you have had it pretty good the last 7 months and we haven't thrown you too many problems since that whole weight thing right at the beginning. You seem to be getting a little cocky about this parenting gig. Let's throw a wrench in there for you." Now picture me making an obscene gesture at the baby gods.

Side note: if you are wondering I don't have make-up on today either and the circles under my eyes are much, much worse. The whole nap in the car thing has not yet been ruled out for this morning. I am supposed to get a pedicure at lunch today. I wonder of the little old lady will be offended if I fall asleep in the chair?

My mom will be here today. She'll have all the answers.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

We'll start with the bad...


After 7+ months Peanut had her first fever last night. While I was thankful that we lasted this long without one her sad little face and glazed over eyes almost did me in. We sat at dinner with Pop (part of the good news) and just snuggled and watched. I know doctors say that teething will not give them a fever but I'm not sure what else to attribute it to? When we woke up at 4:15 AM the fever was gone and it was still gone this morning. I am positive of this because I took her temperature 6 times in 20 minutes.


That leads us to the ugly...


There are 2 parts to the ugly - first the fact that we were awake at 4:15 this morning and would not go back to sleep until after 5am, a mere 60 minutes before Mom has to get up to go to work. Since KC is on vacation today you would assume that he would have taken care of her. Except for the fact that she screamed like we were torturing her unless I was holding her. Seriously, screamed like... (I'm actually at a loss for words at this point). There really isn't a good way to describe how she screamed other than the fact that it was awful and I couldn't take it so I held her.

The second part of the ugly is me this morning. I am so tired. I have ridiculous circles under my eyes and no make-up becuase I couldn't muster up the strenght to put it on, or care enough about wearing it. Since she also screamed while I took a shower, combed my hair, and got dressed I had to minimize my time away from her. At least when she was a newborn and sleeping in short bursts I didn't have to go to work. I am considering sneaking out to my car and sleeping. The only thing stopping me is the fact that gas costs $4 a gallon and it would cost me $12 to take a nap. Well, that and the fear of losing my job.


I don't want to leave you with the thought that all is bad here in our corner of the world so onto the good news...


Our Pop arrived last night. Yea!!! Even though Pop still lives up in PA he has seen Sam every month since she arrived. We have a special corner of heart just dedicated to our Pop. Here is Pop doing story time before bed last night.

Now it's ok to giggle a little when you read the end of that sentence. Personally I am cracking up. Why? Because I know that story time was not followed by bedtime. Bedtime came a few hours after story time. And even then we can't really call it bedtime, more like nap time since it was just a few brief hours.

And more good news...

Mom-mom and Auntie Kara arrive tomorrow! Yea for Mom and Peanut!!! They will be amazed at how much Sam has changed. I have to be honest. It will also be fabulous to have 4 more eyes to watch our little demon. Her newest obsession is playing with the computer cord. Before you call child services know that we don't let her play with it we just catch her after she already has it in her hands.

One last thought...THANK GOD IT'S THURSDAY....

A Picture Show! (or 2)

We were having So much fun last night just crawling around on the floor that we had to get the video camera out.

Busy, Busy Weekend

Thought I would post some pictures from this weekend. Since Dad had to work we had a lot of Sam and Mom time. And Sam worked on her speed. She has become a crawling demon. I put her down and within 30 seconds she is somewhere else. I can't believe how quick she is. Only a few days ago I was worried she wouldn't crawl at all and we would go straight to walking...famous last thoughts... We also worked on climbing everything in sight (Mom and Dad's bed frame and PaPa and MeMe's fridge included), perfecting our pool skills, and cutting our 2 front teeth. The last thing on that list made for a trying weekend at times. You just feel so bad for them and there is no way for a Mom to make it feel better. Last night we didn't even eat that much dinner. And we had banana's - our favorite! Last I checked the teeth hadn't actually broken the skin yet so it may be a long night!

Hanging out in our pack and play. I love this thing! I officially take back every negative thing I ever said about the pack and play. KC, you were right. The pack and play is a wonderful thing.

Cuddling with our big dog. Just to show how much can change in a few months... When she was about a month old I put her on the dog to take her picture but was super paranoid about her spitting up on it. I took all kinds of ridiculous precautions to make sure that the dog stayed clean. This weekend she let out a big burp, which in the past would be followed up by some spit up and all I thought was "oh well, at least she only has a onesie on - minimal laundry" Not even a thought about the dog. I am pretty sure once your kid has thrown up on everything you own, including your car, things like a stuffed animal with spit up don't even faze you.


Exhibit A why everything in our house needs to be bolted to the wall. She turned to look at me as if to say "Mom, how cool is this?" I was not impressed.

Showing off some of those quick crawling skills.

Hanging out in PaPa and MeMe's pool. We were in the pool for almost 3 hours. She's little fish!

Our bathing beauty...just lounging...

25 Things in 52 weeks

I saw something similar on another blog and thought it might be fun to do something for Sam. I really hope that July 21, 2009 all of these things are checked off!

1.) Go to a petting Zoo
2.) Have Sam's picture taken professionally
3.) Go on a road trip as a family - check! September 26th, 2008 departure
4.) Plant a tree
5.) Finish Sam's baby book
6.) Teach Sam to swim
7.) Make her birthday cake from scratch
8.) Visit her great grandmother in Ohio
9.) Go on an Easter Egg hunt
10.) Sit on Santa's lap
11.) Go to a farmer's market - check! Saturday, August 9th
12.) Put her hair in pigtails
13.) Go to story time at the library
14.) Sleep over at Grandma's house
15.) Have our family portrait taken
16.) Dip her toes in the Atlantic ocean
17.) Finger paint
18.) Go to a hot air balloon festival check! October 4th, 2008
19.) Go to the Fort Worth Zoo
20.) Participate in (another) charity walk
21.) Visit an aquarium
22.) Finish Sam's quilt
23.) Visit 3 new states working on it, New Mexico, September 26th, 2008, Arizona, September 27th, 2008
24.) Spend the night at PaPa and MeMe's house
25.) Visit the Dallas Arboretum

A Real Texan

My friend Amy gave Sam this outfit before she was born. The cowboy boots came from my mom and they are already too big! I had to get a picture before she grew out of the dress too!

When Dad does dinner...

Sam ends up with a handlebar moustache and goatee made of prunes. Prunes are a big hit in our house. After bananas they seem to be her favorite dessert. Trying out new foods is so much fun. I love it. KC has to watch me. I can go a little crazy in the baby food aisle.





Question for other parents: How much does your baby eat? I have tried finding a schedule or a recommended "menu" for babies to no avail. Sam eats a vegetable with oatmeal for lunch and then a vegetable with oatmeal and a fruit for dessert. Should she be eating more? Less? Do I drop the oatmeal? Introduce meat now? Should it be three meals a day? I checked the AAP for their recommendations and they are pretty vague. KC is wondering if we are overfeeding her. Now I'm freaking out about that. Does she get enough vitamins? Are we force feeding her too much? Encouraging childhood obesity? Why do I have such a hard time with what she eats???

Footnote: If you happened to read about the day where everything that could go wrong did go wrong you know that prunes are banned from our house. These pictures were taken the day before that day.

It can't get any worse, right???

There are some pretty disgusting descriptions in this post so if you are eating or just don't want to read about someone else's gross day - stop now.

I have said that no less than 10 times since yesterday at 5pm. I got home from work early, so excited to be able to put a load of laundry in before going to my MIL's house for dinner. KC stayed over by work to play in the work softball league. I was greeted at the door by one of our labs - not a good sign. Apparently they had broken down the gate during the day and done god knows what. There was no evidence of any wrongdoing so I am hoping for the best (and keeping my fingers crossed that I don't discover something a week or two down the road).

Then I walk into the kitchen. And into a puddle of water. The freezer door is open about a foot. Unless the dogs learned how to open a freezer door (in which case I am calling David Letterman immediately) KC or I must have left it open that morning. Within 5 minutes Loni (MIL) comes over with Sam and we start to clean up the disaster that is now my kitchen. KC's first question was "There wasn't too much breast milk (aka liquid gold) in there, right?" The large supply of frozen breast milk is in the freezer in the garage. So I only lost about 10 bags. But if you have ever pumped you know how painful losing even 10 bags is. While I fed Sam and started cooking the 4 packages of veggies, a pound of chicken, and 2 pork tenderloins (the things that couldn't be savaged and were not too disgusting to throw out) Loni actually cleaned the freezer. Now our freezer is bright, shiny, and clean like the day we bought it. Seriously, my MIL rocks.

Unfortunately the whole time this is going on Sam is not herself. She is really clingy, and always seems like she is on the verge of crying. Emily said that she didn't really want to play with the other kids she just wanted to be held all day. I am wondering if her teeth are bothering her. She is eating ok thought so who the heck knows what is going on.

After KC gets home we put Sam to bed. She doesn't go down easy though. By 11pm she is sleeping in our bed again. We would get her down and then she would wake up screaming. The hardest part for me is that even when I was holding her she was crying. We blamed it on teething and then we blamed it on the prunes she has had the last 2 nights so really we don't have freaking clue what we are doing or why our daughter is miserable. (Yea - mother of the year!)

This morning I wake up thinking today will be a good day. It has to be better than last night. Sam is still pretty subdued, just laying down talking to herself while we get ready. Usually she is all over the place, playing with toys, trying to crawl off the bed. I leave our room to let the dogs out and can't find Raja. I am looking everywhere and then I open the door to Sam's room (pretty much the only no dog room in our house). Usually the dogs are really good about not going into her room. When we are playing in their they usually hang out in the doorway but not crossing into the room. I guess the door was left open when we got Sam to come sleep with us and Raja decided to make herself at home in Sam's glider, her white, chenille glider. Not too bad, just get rid of the dog hair. But one of her paws was bleeding so now there is a bit of blood on the edge of the chair. I almost lost my mind. Needless to say Raja is spending today in the laundry room. We're done right? Bad evening, bad morning, day has to get better, right???

Sam's is sitting in her highchair waiting for us to get our act together, get lunch packed, pack her bag with bottles, etc and get out the door. I can tell she is pooping so I pick her up to change her diaper before we leave. Here is the disgusting part. Not only has she pooped through her diaper but it is dripping down her leg, into the chair on the floor. There is also a huge amount in her high chair. It was the most disgusting thing she has done so far BY A MILE. You can only imagine the scene, I am holding her about a foot away from my body trying not to get poop on my clothes while trying to get her to the changing table where KC has laid a trash bag down for her but trying not to get poop on her carpet. If I wasn't so panicked about the whole thing it would have been hysterical. We ended up taking everything off of her and taking her into the bathtub where I hosed her down while KC held her up. Note to self: Prunes are off the list of acceptable foods in our house.

Finally, we get everything in the car and are heading to Emily's. Late for work and really sick of the day and it is only 7:45am. About half way there Sam lets out a cry and then we hear the puke. We pull over to see that she has thrown up all down the front of herself. It's on the car seat, her outfit, the toy she was playing with, lovely disgusting sweet potatoes and corn from the night before.

Could this all be from teething? I have taken her temperature twice in the last day and each time she was fine. She did give Emily a big smile when we got there so I am hoping that she is feeling better.

And I am really, really hoping that this day gets better.

"Let me out! Let me out!...

Let us in! Let us in!" Clue (1985)

As a kid one of my favorite movies was Clue (yes, my parents - dad - should have shown better judgement in what we watched. Our other favorite movie Major League). If you have ever seen the movie there is a part where some of the guests are trying to get into one room and other guests are trying to get out of the same room. And they are all saying "Let us out! Let us out!" "Let us in! Let us in!" I guess you have to be there or at least have watched the movie in the last 5 years. That's what I think when I see this.

I also think "thank god we have a pack and play."

Cruising, Indians, and Sippy Cups

KC and Sam survived my work trip. When I finally made it home on Saturday Sam had all kinds of new tricks to show off. I had to catch them on video.

We are an expert at pulling our self up using the ottoman and the couch. And we can even cruise a bit if something we really, really want is out of reach.

It looks like a rough spill at the end of the video above but she was fine!

Our first sippy cup. I still can not believe that she is old enough for a sippy cup!

The introduction of the sippy cup has KC singing "I drink from a sippy cup, sippy cup, sippy cup. 'Cause I'm a big girl now." Charlie Waffles (The drunk kids singer that Charlie Sheen played on Two and a Half Men)

Our little Indian (Is it even PC to say that? I am offending a ton of people right now? If so, Sorry!)

And we discovered the book on our Around-We-Go. She will be running around and around yelling and making noise and then get to the book and get really quiet. She seems like she is concentrating so hard on it.

Bedtime Update: Not that this explains the randomness of the last 3 months but apparently this week can be explained by teething AGAIN! I'm not sure that she's actually cutting teeth but her top gum is really swollen. Miss Emily (the most amazing caregiver in the whole world, who Sam absolutely adores) discovered this on Thursday. KC mastered bedtime while I was gone with a lot of rocking and snuggling and both nights she slept great! But just in case it was a fluke the sleep book Christina recommended is sitting in my mail box waiting for me.

A Very Bad, No Good Day

Last night was a continuation of the bedtime issues. I swear when I walked in to her room for the 50th time last night she looked at me and "Hell no, I won't go!" or maybe that was the sheer exhaustion. In the bedtime struggle she has shown to be unbelievably stubborn. We have had this issue before but stubborn and mobile is getting to be a challenge. At 10:30pm last night I went on Amazon and placed the order for the books (while holding my whimpering, exhausted baby under my arms like a football). It has already shipped and should arrive on Monday. If Sam doesn't right herself over the next 2 nights while I am gone we will have some work to do next week.

Yes, I said "over the next 2 nights while I am gone". I leave this morning for a work trip and don't get home until Saturday night. I have had one overnight away from Sam back in April. That trip (also for work) only lasted about 36 hours from good-bye smooch to hello smooch). This one will probably clock in at about 60 hours. Saying good-bye this morning was awful. Just for me, because poor Sam has no idea that her mother is abandoning her for the next two days.

Send good thoughts KC's way. Since he is without the boob (works like a charm every time) he is at a clear disadvantage. He does have Grandma home now so between the 2 of them Sam will have a great time. She may not even notice that I am gone...

I am sure I will update when I return home. After giving my daughter about a thousand and one kisses.

We no longer believe in bedtime

At first Sam was a pretty good sleeper. From 2 months to 4 months we would sleep for a solid 7-9 hours a night. I thought I was in heaven. Smugly, I figured I was one of the lucky ones. And then we took the swaddle off. Sam loved being swaddled from birth. We used a hospital blanket and then discovered the Swaddler (which I think is the BEST thing in the world besides TIVO and Weight Watchers). Swaddling for dummies - I loved it. Then she rolled over.

Our pediatrician told us that since she rolled over we needed to take the swaddle off since she might roll over in her sleep and would be stuck (picture upside down turtle here). The first night was hell. We woke up every 45 minutes or so. The fact that KC was out of town on business made this night that much more fun. We didn't wake up every 45 minutes for too long. About 4 nights after we started the no swaddle routine we were doing much better but not as good as before. It's never been the same.

3 months later our sleeping is still hit or miss. I am bringing this up because last night was awful. Awful as in "are you kidding me kid? You're freakin' 7 months old. Aren't you over this by now?!" Every night it could be a great night (2 nights this weekend we went down so easy and then slept until 6am - 10 hours) or a horrific night.

We/I do almost every single thing they tell you not to do - she falls asleep nursing or rocking, if she cries we go get her, and when we are really desperate, like last night, she sleeps in our bed. Sleeping in our bed is something I hate. But offered a choice between no sleep and some sleep, even at the price of our bed, I will take some sleep.

We tried to let her cry. The first night we really just left her alone and watched the clock she cried so hard that when I went in after 5 minutes - actually 4 and a half - she was hoarse from crying so hard. And of course that made me cry. I just couldn't do it. So, I am not sure Ferber is the answer for me. But I don't know what is the answer either.

Suggestions are welcomed (please, please help me). Suggestions other than "stop doing all of the things you know you shouldn't do" are welcomed. I can beat myself up on my own.

What stinks the most? Not knowing. Not knowing how to fix it or how well she will sleep that night. This is the same problem I had with the third trimester of my pregnancy. I can't stand not being able to put it on a list or make up a schedule or put it on the calendar. I am the person who makes up an excel spreadsheet for EVERYTHING and then emails it to everyone so we are all on the same page. I have standard packing lists saved on my computer, schedules for when we go home to visit to make sure we have enough time to do everything, a notebook with me at all times to make sure I don't forget anything. Reading this I sound like the least fun person ever. KC is lucky to be married to me, isn't he?

Lots of Firsts on the Fourth (or the weekend of...)

We squeezed a lot into this past holiday weekend. I always get a little over zealous on holiday weekends. We have more time than the average weekend so I figure we should be able to get that much more done. Except by that much more I usually multiply what we should get done by about 10 - with only 2 extra days. Every time I do this and every time we get to the end of the weekend with things still on my to do list. I also forgot to factor having a baby into the equation. That slows things down quite a bit. Especially when she is moving around. A LOT.

This weekend our firsts included actually crawling (graduated from scooting!) our first real snuggle with Jake (a result of actually crawling), first swim in PaPa and MeMe's pool (ad first pool side nap), first dinner out with all of the Little Elm people (Poppy and the blueberries included), sleeping with a lovey ( I was always to paranoid before), first real food (a baby carrot), and then IT happened. This is what I mean by it:

Our conversation on Saturday afternoon went something like this:

I walk out of Sam's room after putting her down for a nap.

KC: "Is she sleeping?"

Laura: "Not a chance. She's fighting it."

Sam screaming in the background.

Laura: "I am going to get the monitor"

KC: "Do you really need the monitor? I'm pretty sure we can hear her." (Ha. Ha.)

The screaming stops. We look at each other and think Can this be real? Did she fall asleep so quick? I get the monitor.

Laura: "Uh Case, I see legs."

KC: "What?"

Laura: "I see legs! As in standing up. I SEE LEGS!"

Now we are both running at top speed to her room. We open the door and see this:

My second thought (after ok, she's safe) OH. MY. GOD. I am not ready for this.

Obviously, nap time was over. At least until we got the crib dropped. We dropped the mattress on the crib to the next level down. This does not mean that she can not get up to the rail now (She can. See below). It just means that she isn't in danger of falling over the side anymore.

Other firsts: pulling our self to a standing position using the ottoman, the couch, and Dad's back.

Seriously, NOT READY FOR THIS.

And yes, I have quite a bit still on my list of things we should have gotten done on the weekend of the fourth.

As a side note - right now my mother is thinking "Serves You Right." I had to be locked in my room as a baby/toddler. An actual dead bolt on the outside of my door. I'm sure these days CPS would be knocking on my door in a millisecond but back then it was all she could do to keep me in one room long enough to sleep. The deadbolt was installed after finding me in the front yard when I was supposed to be napping. I was so fond of climbing out of my crib that my parents placed a bean bag below my crib and I would sleep there after climbing out. Looking back on that I'm not sure how I survived or how my parents avoided Child Services. I have a feeling Sam may require a deadbolt of her own. Or maybe we just station Jake outside her door...

A Daddy's Girl already

An All American Girl on her first 4th of July

Sam and Claire (Her partner in crime)

PaPa and Peanut taking a swim

Dad and Cleopatra (aka Sam)

First of many, many poolside naps

First real food - a baby carrot

Sam the baby say "hi" to Sam the cat.

Sam and MeMe

Taking a snooze on Dad's chest

All ready for bed - and exhausted after a fun-filed weekend!

I think she's pretty cute but...

You may think there is another baby in the DFW area that is cuter than the Peanut. Of course as her mother, I would disagree with you but everyone is entitled to their own opinion (even if it is wrong). So as the mother of the cutest baby in DFW, I did something I though I would NEVER do. I entered her in a cutest baby contest. Am I crazy? Do normal mothers do these things to their child? I figure if we don't win (or make it into the top 100 - a definite possibility. There are some really cute kids in this town) I just won't tell her. What she doesn't know can't kill her self esteem later in life, right?

If you do decide Sam is worthy of your vote the photos are organized by name (She is listed under Samantha Chewning) or you can just look for her picture. To try to tame any cheating that may happen, you have to enter your email address and then confirm your vote via the email they send.

Happy Wednesday!

Why are we so happy it's Wednesday? Becuase KC and I are taking off tomorrow to celebrate our 4 year wedding anniversary! It's actually Friday but we have no sitter for Friday so we're celebrating a day early. Plus I took this cute picture this morning before work and I wanted to share it. Notice the collar on Sam. She can thank her dad for that. My favorite part of the picture are her thighs.

We survived our first road trip!

We survived the drive to Houston and had an awesome weekend with Auntie Kara. It took us a very long 6 hours to get there and we had one or two meltdowns but overall we did very well. I had not been to visit Kara in her new place since she moved in last summer. It is so cute! Sam loved crawling around on the floor. ( I forgot what it was like not to worry about dog hair everywhere.) We even showed Kara our new scooting skills. She was so impressed.

Sam had dinner when we got there and for whatever reason the nail clippers sent her into fits of giggles. Here is the video that I managed to get with my digital camera. (The video camera stayed in Dallas).

Saturday was filled with pool time, eating, shopping, more eating, more shopping, and a trip to our favorite place in the whole world - Target! In all our adventure lasted 9 hours! Thank god Sam is a trooper. Marathon shopping days seem to happen whenever girls together. Auntie Kara even put Sam to sleep. Back tickles and lots of snuggles seemed to do the trick.

On Sunday we got to have brunch (homemade waffles, crispy bacon, fruit, eggs, and all kinds of other yummy breakfast food) at the McCord's and meet Buster. Since Buster weighs in at only 5 pounds Sam wasn't sure what to make of him. Her own pups outweigh Buster by a mere 80 pounds each.

Overall we had a fantastic weekend in Houston and I am sure we will head down at least one more time this summer.

Ready to start our big adventure

Showing Kara our scooting skills (with a little Zoe motivation)

The bathing beauty is ready to hit the pool

Hanging out with Auntie Kara

Lunch at the Black Walnut Cafe (We had salad and pasta. Sam had table and pears.)

Wiped out after lunch and a few stores.

After a nap ready to keep shopping! (Obviously my kid, even if she doesn't look like me.)

Future Mustang? (KC says only if Auntie Kara is footing the bill)

Meeting Buster

On our way home. This is the look of "please, please get me out of this seat. My butt is falling asleep."

Birth Announcements

I'm not sure about other moms but finding a birth announcement that I loved was a daunting task. Almost as bad as finding bedding that I loved. Add in the post baby craziness, lack of sleep, recovery from a C-section...and did I mention the holidays...and you have a recipe for disaster. I did end up finding an announcement that I loved but it took me forever. I am not a big fan of pink and everything I came across was either ridiculously expensive (in my opinion) or pink, pink, and more pink. But for baby number 2 I am all set. If you are looking for baby announcements check out this website. These are awesome. (No Mom, I am not pregnant. Just addicted to baby blogs where I found this.)

Peanut's Birth Announcement
Image coming...Sorry, I am a little technically challenged at times...

Speaking of Birth Announcements....

We have some friends who will looking for some fabulous birth announcements by the end of the year. Sam will have quite a crowd to run around with. Our friends Amy and Matt found out that they are having a boy! She is due November 14th and we are so excited! And the exciting baby news doesn't end there...Our friends Jill and Junior are pregnant too -with TWINS! Best of all she started a blog to keep us all up to date. She is due New Years Eve. We have a lot to celebrate this year!