tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70842694099196120392024-02-07T14:45:30.004-05:00Graham and CheeseTHE STORY OF OUR TWO LITTLE MENgraham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-79845439482423626602009-12-06T22:01:00.003-05:002009-12-06T22:07:26.258-05:00Comparison<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Graham at 13 w 2 d:</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24YpHoyqX5Rk1H3TWttbCcFrQ3MBPiNKqli5guDVOJZQ3ONGFZthH-OvJ6oF0iOgu4MfFZ2hckACSy3WuA_Ed1EEB_UvzbHf2Q5y52cM5-zNVbOTM_gfRRwKay0W4c52X22ec3rKvAXU/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24YpHoyqX5Rk1H3TWttbCcFrQ3MBPiNKqli5guDVOJZQ3ONGFZthH-OvJ6oF0iOgu4MfFZ2hckACSy3WuA_Ed1EEB_UvzbHf2Q5y52cM5-zNVbOTM_gfRRwKay0W4c52X22ec3rKvAXU/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412324621328634882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jake at 7 w 2 d:<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXitIHI_d6GTOokqHXkUvTYz3gCt-f3r_UqlLD5tWj7rYkA5Z8INFnA6yR_WhZpZ1xi-a4RYzT5JfwXopgcOo26ly-bbOR55TFzKlE_qHFjeAsTadjDFve_-z3JI4NpvuGBglf4bLGdWE/s1600-h/IMG_2225r.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXitIHI_d6GTOokqHXkUvTYz3gCt-f3r_UqlLD5tWj7rYkA5Z8INFnA6yR_WhZpZ1xi-a4RYzT5JfwXopgcOo26ly-bbOR55TFzKlE_qHFjeAsTadjDFve_-z3JI4NpvuGBglf4bLGdWE/s320/IMG_2225r.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412324617998888626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The more things change, the more things stay exactly exactly the wonderfully same.</span></span>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-69198171886342593462009-12-04T21:19:00.003-05:002009-12-04T21:32:52.583-05:00Hi, my name is TWO and I am EXHAUSTING<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I should be writing more about Jake. I feel like we are falling square into the second child cliche, what with the extreme lack of pictures and video and whatnot. I hope that the cliche doesn't extend to our attention to him, and I don't think it does. But we have to be careful, because Graham is demanding a whole lot of attention these days, and it is hard (in both good and bad ways) not to give it to him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is clearly 1) because he has realized that Jakey is here to stay and that Jakey takes mommy time/attention directly away from Graham and 2) because he is almost TWO, and now has free will and the smarts to whip us into parental submission. Some things that have happened in the past few weeks:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">1) That wicked smile of "I am doing exactly what I know you don't want me to do" appeared for the first time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">2) I got whacked with a matchbox schoolbus in the head</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">3) He has started saying "Give Jakey to Daddy" whenever I am breastfeeding</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">4) And he told Joe to "go to Boston"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">the last of which was extremely funny in that heartbreaking way. We always talked about the grandparents being in Boston, which I guess he now understands is not </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">here</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, and so that's the best he could do when he wanted me all to himself. Send Daddy to Boston.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I don't ever want to portray Graham as a bad or tough kid. 95% of the time, he is still the sweetest, most generous little guy that any of us (and I am counting his daycare providers - they don't even pretend anymore that they don't love him best) have ever met. I know</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> this is all normal and appropriate and even </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">good</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. And it's good for us as parents to think about discipline and what our firm rules are and how to be consistent with what we won't back down on. But zzzzzzOMG, it is tiring. I recently had this one morning when I felt like every word out of my mouth for an hour was "NO." And that's not fun for any of us.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But! Look! Jakey (and my mom)! (And he is now EIGHT pounds. Eight pounds! The big boy turns zero tomorrow.)</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1oNH2K0rSIeckss2jKlQZI15ZRojV__z6sQ8bpVSiKp3F_e_LouarEP-0Swg-ZxAYVchvp3moIkUSKxJrXjnListUt_D01irAqyY8gURdxYIjI6Kf7Bm5dVxqUASnBSSTl2vglyoZII/s320/P1040478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411573884650603794" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And here's my most favorite recent photo:</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpIJFmLsuN1y9JlOc6I-Ya_g7Jg4j9rNVkzcXuaWJCM7Ybt3fP1Wm66rV2n0oTyaV2Gw5zxwlebrkiHIDfZNm8ernmFAGIQgq17NTx1eSXmhin3GAfk476oozwz54Boheth2HyVaAHZo/s320/P1040382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411573888711132498" />graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-65859434346823162892009-11-09T10:38:00.003-05:002009-11-09T10:44:56.076-05:00Home!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; ">Jake came home last week, and wow, I forgot how both relaxing and exhausting a newborn can be. At one point, I found myself saying, hey, this just watching bad cable on the couch with a sleepy baby on my chest and eating Oreos all day (and sometimes raising the will to brush Oreo crumbs off the baby's head), yep, not so bad. Then I find myself up at 11 pm, 12:30 am, 3:45 am, 5:00 am, 7 am and my boobs are just going to FALL OFF MY BODY, and I say, oh, yeah, right. Damn those hormones that make you forget about this part so that a year from now you want to have another baby. You won't fool me again, hormones! That shop is CLOSED FOR BUSINESS.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I can't quite believe this, but I don't think we've taken any pictures of Jake since he got home. But this is the day he came home:</span></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhToFTUVQIxsJzOCavCKBb1Fy3aVlspsCUE7YkwZUzMOAKTsdv-wk2ImAXwVNSBRpywPbuhAThrqwxijQXXzfEsqviYzBicPtoA4OOtCxx4ww4OnIrNP1P5YHHw2eIWn7Pmw2ruS5216ro/s320/phone+097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402129980379860434" />graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-33870331161246723012009-10-25T21:17:00.005-04:002009-10-25T21:33:09.860-04:00Dino suit, dino suit, everybody loves a dino suit!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYU0rBVAVxkZYhQsU-KgrJzlmogz10cEROr0tgn29mgUfsjKFZ4qzFooIvi1eKBPzEKDuJpXWundhhwPZVj3hcpcn1E9iW9KMHYvhYV2d42Qgc6gVsAE2kVpJ1cvPLNroOPWL4pn1abA/s320/IMG00013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396712385666189970" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jake is in clothes! He's wearing adorable clothes, and is off his bright blue lights! I am excited! Can you tell! that I am excited?!?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Weight is up to 4 lb 11 oz, so we are creeping ever closer to birth weight. He's pooping regular old mustard yellow breastmilk poop, and if you are a parent and reading this, you know exactly what I mean. He hasn't has a residual in at least a day, and breastfed enough today that we only had to give him half of his meal via the NG tube. In short: things are going really, really well. Knock on all wood that you have in your immediate vicinity, please.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">In other news, it is 10 days post-partum, and I am starting to fall apart. Hopefully this follows the pattern of last time and only lasts 48 hours. Poor Joe.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">And lastly, for comparison (Grahambo in the dino suit at 13 days old):</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUiyK_md_wmLK5GVW70NlpmfTuZ3Sz-XhqCAC2tikWavPLd-O51V_54jL1oTR3aaVKZjFRIWgf9SV29CT0guc7nGQ4-9h95JtbLymtvKt7A9cPHwBNtONcqWMZOHYdLz35lWE8RNL8vg/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396712392697614466" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My sweet, sweet, sweet boys. I am so very lucky.</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-34987294177760722932009-10-23T19:16:00.003-04:002009-10-23T21:29:41.525-04:00Jakey, milk? Mommy, milk, Jakey? ALL DUN!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Graham has actually been doing really well with this new concept of a baby. Of course, I think it helps that the baby is not actually </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">here</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. But he definitely has latched on to the routines that have sprung up this week - when he sees me pumping (and he stands waaay far back, because it clearly is some freaky stuff, there), it's "Mommy, milk, Jakey, breakfast." When Joe leaves for the hospital after bathtime, it's "Daddy, Jakey, home, soon." And while the tantrum-o-meter <i>has</i> been ratcheted up a notch, I am inclined to think that it is more being almost TWO ("one, two, FIVE") than it is due to his sense that things are not quite as they used to be or should be. Minus the world-ending trauma that is taking off his shoes at night, he is adjusting remarkably.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jake update for today: </span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i></i>He is back up to about 4 lbs 10 oz (which is what Graham weighed at birth), which is not up by leaps and bounds, but we will take it. He's still pooping meconium (that black tarry newborn poop), and the fact that he is still doing that at a week old is a pretty good indication that his gut is not, how should we say, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">speedy</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. (Which is in turn likely the reason that he has been having some residuals [left-over milk in his stomach] at each feed. Or it could be that the fact that he hasn't fully passed the meconium that is making his digestive process slow. Chicken, egg.) Other than that, he really has no issues. Breathing well. No infections. Bilirubin levels coming down and hopefully off the lights again tomorrow. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Adults in the house update for today:</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I think Joe and I have really hit our wall. We've been running on fumes and self-delusion for a few days now, and the realization that tomorrow is the WEEKEND, when there is no daycare, and absolutely no plan for who goes to the hospital when, or how the laundry gets done (I know, not the priority, except I have no more underwear, so, well, yes), or how to entertain Graham when good lord, all we both want to do is sleep, has been a hard one. Sleep, take a magical instantaneous transport to the hospital in our pj's, snuggle Jake for a bit, transportify back, sleep some more, get snuggled by Graham at his snuggliest, sleep. Maybe have a snack. That is</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> all.</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-14746846313273310982009-10-23T04:17:00.006-04:002009-10-23T04:38:13.034-04:00And introducing....cheese<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Obviously, this blog, this outlet, has been kaput for a long time. For many reasons. But now, as evidenced by the fact that I am up at 4 am, and have been since 2 am, I have much on my mind that I think would be good to get out. It's like my compulsive list-making. It makes sense to me, that if I empty my brain onto a list, then I can forget about it. I can stop obsessing (and/or compulsing) about said item, because it is there, written down, and I can come back to it when I need to. I think this might be that, for now.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Which is an incredibly dour and introspective way to start off a post that says OMG! We had a baby!!! A beautiful, wonderful, healthy little boy named Jacob. He made it past his brother's gestational age by about a week and a half, and comes in swinging at 4 lbs 13 oz. He is in the NICU for now, but doing so so so so well.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />It is just, this is hard. Did I actuall</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y think it wouldn't be? I guess in the whirlwind of emotions and tasks and events since my water broke, we decided that oh, this was so much easier the second time around. And hey, we're at home this time, and not living out of a suitcase! And we know what to expect! And pshaw, we know our way around a NICU. We know from feeds and residuals, from infiltrates and head ultrasounds. We know for sure that everything works out okay, that babies like this turn into boys like Graham, smart beyond words, happy, healthy, beautiful. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Except that, no. This is just as hard. This is just as emotionally draining, to go home without your baby. To not know him. To not be able to hold him, because he needs his time under those bright blue lights. To be so careful with his fragile little old man preemie body. To watch him tire so quickly. Even though he is one of the healthiest in his pod, even as we listen to the nurses tell us to "get ready!" for him to come home, even as we feel the sadness of the other parents in the pod with sicker babies who will still be there after Jake has come and gone. Even then, it is still so freaking hard. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">B</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >ut. BUT. He is here, and he is healthy, and lovely, and obviously already following the trend of babies in our family who are unlike their parents in that he is so calm, so mellow and sweet. And even though there is all this, we fall a little more in love every day.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkTULEOD-4skIT-GCVVWbC7b03GP6GGMmNOKlzJFQ74L4bAJcb-0JKrSl6hHoho4fY5IcJW7XXDRTRI5l5Z_dVHofW2RlKJcl5nfUu2GnmRlS0-wfyKbX3uxSjS_wXCXCDS_rU9Wn3Us/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkTULEOD-4skIT-GCVVWbC7b03GP6GGMmNOKlzJFQ74L4bAJcb-0JKrSl6hHoho4fY5IcJW7XXDRTRI5l5Z_dVHofW2RlKJcl5nfUu2GnmRlS0-wfyKbX3uxSjS_wXCXCDS_rU9Wn3Us/s320/IMG00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395710856034145442" border="0" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-13824506338550024762009-02-28T20:18:00.006-05:002009-02-28T20:27:18.861-05:00Mommy and me<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is so rare that I am actually the one in front of the camera that I wanted to share these photos from last weekend. If nothing else, I think they are a fantastic series on 1) how much I love my child, and 2) how much he loves to eat my hair.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm951XUxCkTKf1-wWg5twurs39gwOaddFjG0ZWCKzHjtNpUcWzky9kMADejN4aZL2drwYBAc4R-NZSg8Izkl-FtvzeTSeiQ0TBSwKobiQZryErckB-wT46zj_C5hCbCme4UWqXrZ4LpvI/s1600-h/HPIM1111_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm951XUxCkTKf1-wWg5twurs39gwOaddFjG0ZWCKzHjtNpUcWzky9kMADejN4aZL2drwYBAc4R-NZSg8Izkl-FtvzeTSeiQ0TBSwKobiQZryErckB-wT46zj_C5hCbCme4UWqXrZ4LpvI/s320/HPIM1111_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308023875974664562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSnOMdiZvU8yAIcL586hINUD18zX5pDQHeCjqrxYg4VOJ56OYzRbfuWVEd8Jl35JAH6xWl6tWz-Qv0plvWxhUivDbdE3GTYzfRZglp0ICAbmEEvoCHwflSvXBJrgN9O0HWOUlc0pPfsU/s1600-h/HPIM1112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSnOMdiZvU8yAIcL586hINUD18zX5pDQHeCjqrxYg4VOJ56OYzRbfuWVEd8Jl35JAH6xWl6tWz-Qv0plvWxhUivDbdE3GTYzfRZglp0ICAbmEEvoCHwflSvXBJrgN9O0HWOUlc0pPfsU/s320/HPIM1112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308024520273402834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Cvdf-wvJMjAEgKDJoYEGrRhYPjPcBPUnb_Mdo45YdKhZjF85UfGJUsNkm7u4326wc9u3aQEbINkaQ9cWZnQFRIEi1QDUhRpqRlJ_HvPnVSG6fUbBy7xkpxEzJ431KFSr3Di9Z-Vl5C8/s1600-h/HPIM1122_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Cvdf-wvJMjAEgKDJoYEGrRhYPjPcBPUnb_Mdo45YdKhZjF85UfGJUsNkm7u4326wc9u3aQEbINkaQ9cWZnQFRIEi1QDUhRpqRlJ_HvPnVSG6fUbBy7xkpxEzJ431KFSr3Di9Z-Vl5C8/s320/HPIM1122_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308023295724667346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbNzAkdRtP5pLD_OIo4b0hPN_LtG7io653BRf86avKsJeclxAxEkGLL1Jw-kSgtZI34RFurIQPRL3rTC8t9c0rTYcsEzZspqs1o-1buP-dn7lO2ra42wdrJ7raeBOFkSjI1faGFw-bdRQ/s1600-h/HPIM1123_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbNzAkdRtP5pLD_OIo4b0hPN_LtG7io653BRf86avKsJeclxAxEkGLL1Jw-kSgtZI34RFurIQPRL3rTC8t9c0rTYcsEzZspqs1o-1buP-dn7lO2ra42wdrJ7raeBOFkSjI1faGFw-bdRQ/s320/HPIM1123_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308023294258749890" border="0" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-16307079199150682072009-02-22T18:50:00.003-05:002009-02-22T19:05:31.634-05:00Ha!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I totally fooled you into thinking I had left the face of the earth, no? Funny joke, right? No, it was just Thanksgiving, and then Christmas (did you notice how there was only the tiniest little break</span> between the two this year? <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">exhausting</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">), and then I went back to school, and then OB/GYN and oh, I've been sick a quadzillion times. In fact, I am sick right now. It's awesome.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;">So! I owe some Grahambo photos. He's doing tremendously well - talking like crazy, loving and snuggling and going at his own sweet pace on some other things, like, oh, <span style="font-style: italic;">walking</span>. You take your time, buddy. I could use some sciatica to go with my stomach flu. I kid!<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oiQfZELK8jgEUmgZ2C9rrb2xUOlh55r0L5xwLwSPEwLBW60Ex-cW51pY7GGgBhBYbBv3f1N64aAS-QTbzs7V6XfCnXLz45EboqL1SXhgYAmLWw8HDjH-8U6neX1cM9ZHSS0kRgDtedA/s1600-h/IMG_2049r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oiQfZELK8jgEUmgZ2C9rrb2xUOlh55r0L5xwLwSPEwLBW60Ex-cW51pY7GGgBhBYbBv3f1N64aAS-QTbzs7V6XfCnXLz45EboqL1SXhgYAmLWw8HDjH-8U6neX1cM9ZHSS0kRgDtedA/s320/IMG_2049r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305774703125041090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jammin out on his new drumset from Grandma Lorraine </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">(although, let's be truthful - Joe totally played it more than Graham did)<br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqPn00DEqbzAgcd9FiFjoNrXMTOfAooobgkR2Y4BPkQykRhjbta2r5by7m8GGcSRwDTYjd1mHu7XpK51GAkye3M-FjENmpGOHy7ONRbdJCuWmr-uK3mczc9FxtSZeitza71zIpLQTh_8/s1600-h/IMG_2057r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqPn00DEqbzAgcd9FiFjoNrXMTOfAooobgkR2Y4BPkQykRhjbta2r5by7m8GGcSRwDTYjd1mHu7XpK51GAkye3M-FjENmpGOHy7ONRbdJCuWmr-uK3mczc9FxtSZeitza71zIpLQTh_8/s320/IMG_2057r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305774721743205410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A little shoulder ride from Daddo</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhx21NMk2S9SHzH07ZSRHjO71EdCGHcqUaHUwkJpv7UZr5_c-VBYgseWApqD-mR91tYtubXDXBn-jKNSkNIg4ANZr8E95jUdnwWov3q1iLn1s-2zov466mDa3MyUjhkIlTt7i2nyHctM8/s1600-h/HPIM1053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhx21NMk2S9SHzH07ZSRHjO71EdCGHcqUaHUwkJpv7UZr5_c-VBYgseWApqD-mR91tYtubXDXBn-jKNSkNIg4ANZr8E95jUdnwWov3q1iLn1s-2zov466mDa3MyUjhkIlTt7i2nyHctM8/s320/HPIM1053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305774727347074402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">In his Christmas pj's</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplRMzjgjy6FDDNyRLy3IzZHey518t6ZyS6tQ8pk43wgQq6typtAnXt-ckwyRt_90oa5597ViS928yb6SP6fvp_9GIkE4mBE1TB4hBVl4AQx3HrwTAjWmXURtUvjXgGsRP3ILfM5Yt_s8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplRMzjgjy6FDDNyRLy3IzZHey518t6ZyS6tQ8pk43wgQq6typtAnXt-ckwyRt_90oa5597ViS928yb6SP6fvp_9GIkE4mBE1TB4hBVl4AQx3HrwTAjWmXURtUvjXgGsRP3ILfM5Yt_s8/s320/Christmas+2008+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305774735460501090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And being totally underwhelmed at his first birthday party - </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">he was shocked by the coldness of the ice cream, and was so tired by the time </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">we got to cake he basically put his head down on his high chair and went to sleep</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So, I'd like to make some promises about more frequent posts, but I am headed into 3 weeks on the pediatric intensive care unit, so those promises would probably all be lies. But then I am on (essentially) vacation for two weeks, so, fingers crossed! Much love to you all.</span><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oiQfZELK8jgEUmgZ2C9rrb2xUOlh55r0L5xwLwSPEwLBW60Ex-cW51pY7GGgBhBYbBv3f1N64aAS-QTbzs7V6XfCnXLz45EboqL1SXhgYAmLWw8HDjH-8U6neX1cM9ZHSS0kRgDtedA/s1600-h/IMG_2049r.jpg"></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-19877065002047381172008-11-21T15:17:00.002-05:002008-11-21T15:19:39.691-05:00Day 21: oops, I did it again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2C6BDInU0NVEBfmDNP71Bfrkb3_DWMEAXtFbZT9ltRG_QV60Lk5SgcoCvsKBL1ZrWjqFhdK8uKAZsLYqXz-uPubmm1YzqE1X8Bykg2iaEGNr2qbrqT2Ur1qSUaxJZ3U-9k643dFoXJU0/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2C6BDInU0NVEBfmDNP71Bfrkb3_DWMEAXtFbZT9ltRG_QV60Lk5SgcoCvsKBL1ZrWjqFhdK8uKAZsLYqXz-uPubmm1YzqE1X8Bykg2iaEGNr2qbrqT2Ur1qSUaxJZ3U-9k643dFoXJU0/s320/IMG_2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208044895580546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I missed another day. And unless Joe decides to take one tonight and post, there won't be a bonus picture to make up for it, as tonight I am embracing my inner tween and going to see </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Twilight</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Yay, vampires!</span>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-393700644335007962008-11-19T19:03:00.003-05:002008-11-19T19:06:25.240-05:00Day 19: Mom had day off, got sad<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Oh man, I missed my little guy something FIERCE today. I fairly leapt out of the house to grab him and smooch him and boof his little belly all over when he and Joe got home from daycare. I honestly don't know how this whole going-back-to-school thing is going to pan out.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicWCW4kktwQxv0o_fG23jmY8d7HKmZvE6x1yh2fiUWogxGUNAudgN8MAypKxwsbVy08deu5vzmacwEu_U7J7IgXaJ4W2zbqz-KhNosvsmpcDYYca4_-UgjDF_Ays6v0mue0DwfiqLsFk/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicWCW4kktwQxv0o_fG23jmY8d7HKmZvE6x1yh2fiUWogxGUNAudgN8MAypKxwsbVy08deu5vzmacwEu_U7J7IgXaJ4W2zbqz-KhNosvsmpcDYYca4_-UgjDF_Ays6v0mue0DwfiqLsFk/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270524250879617250" border="0" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-91640363549098715342008-11-18T22:43:00.003-05:002008-11-18T22:46:33.450-05:00Day 18: BONUSI took these after Joe got home today (yes, he was the one who bandanna'd our son), and when I was asking which one he wanted to put up on grahamandcheese, Joe said "Put up both! 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We'll still love you just as much.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVz-I5dIwTpQlJiwPHrhG0QLWokTJnNYsa4hWKHI24aWDEhboi-ZtfmN6XqOOUnx6szXGio4zCPOr-J8aB-j_J2rEAoMRrbwBs2txzVSEWu5UyEDGvjCw94FOwcU9lnK0d0VoV6mUj_4/s1600-h/IMG_2018r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVz-I5dIwTpQlJiwPHrhG0QLWokTJnNYsa4hWKHI24aWDEhboi-ZtfmN6XqOOUnx6szXGio4zCPOr-J8aB-j_J2rEAoMRrbwBs2txzVSEWu5UyEDGvjCw94FOwcU9lnK0d0VoV6mUj_4/s320/IMG_2018r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270209892215299170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbxhdjgvUB3hJbRkjYFskm-wpDP8A43Kaw6rSrKfwpviSuHXMFpntIVVj20trmckDdYxjl860FdcpR28NtAjuTCfvjPlJKxpSvqQkZXF9yOeFCFFOVhrybFy-8PXYovfAYqOP7QI1rL4/s1600-h/IMG_2019r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbxhdjgvUB3hJbRkjYFskm-wpDP8A43Kaw6rSrKfwpviSuHXMFpntIVVj20trmckDdYxjl860FdcpR28NtAjuTCfvjPlJKxpSvqQkZXF9yOeFCFFOVhrybFy-8PXYovfAYqOP7QI1rL4/s320/IMG_2019r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270209896930414642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"> <object wmode="transparent" data="http://apps.quibblo.com/static/flash/qwidget/qwidget.swf?s=&theme=pink&quiz=33t17UI" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="400" width="300"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://apps.quibblo.com/static/flash/qwidget/qwidget.swf?s=&theme=pink&quiz=33t17UI"><br /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><br /><param name="allownetworking" value="all"><br /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><param name="bgcolor" value="ffffff"><br /></object><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <a href="http://www.quibblo.com/">Quizzes</a> by <a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/33t17UI/Which-pink-pirate-do-you-find-more-charming">Quibblo.com</a></span> </div><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjcwNjYxNTIzMDEmcHQ9MTIyNzA2NjE2NjEzOCZwPTE2MTYwMSZkPTMzdDE3VUkmZz*xJnQ9.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" />graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-28477744768928257072008-11-18T22:28:00.004-05:002008-11-18T22:35:09.926-05:00Day 18: Mea culpa<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So, as some of you may know, Joe got very sick this weekend, either by food poisoning from an evil taco place known as We Shall Never Eat There Again, or by some dread stomach bug that apparently has been going around his place of business. Which led to the 24-7 Mommy Show. Which led to me not really having the energy to take a picture, much less download a picture, much less write anything resembling witty about said picture. So! My bad. But here's TWO PICTURES from today to make up for it:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1) For Ben and Erin</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxM5JMGJ6cbnhsApqU4bRe3r3lgmw9s3kgQJyN4eWtma5_tZf8wwvCb8nx3QQqt8l5rGj57IaQapGziSbqdTIXFQ-i2T_LGpl4kMBwLDDDS4LLF6GVjk-YGmYEZBoHU8hHDcpxKe7x39k/s1600-h/IMG_1994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxM5JMGJ6cbnhsApqU4bRe3r3lgmw9s3kgQJyN4eWtma5_tZf8wwvCb8nx3QQqt8l5rGj57IaQapGziSbqdTIXFQ-i2T_LGpl4kMBwLDDDS4LLF6GVjk-YGmYEZBoHU8hHDcpxKe7x39k/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270206351868203490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and 2) Doo-doo bird looking askance in his snowsuit</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mvdBUJoCU8vnuSEkbQJOwIF2rtgLCbWLtF5nqtnHvCOqw2PbyqTDCxv1MojQ8ortGZE-ZH4_GVTGT9fv7deJ7FFemDsHHq2pzGYxQV6SmzfEVfpE9tbOA_ykzOID2kcPcLXsFAxSgbY/s1600-h/IMG_2014r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mvdBUJoCU8vnuSEkbQJOwIF2rtgLCbWLtF5nqtnHvCOqw2PbyqTDCxv1MojQ8ortGZE-ZH4_GVTGT9fv7deJ7FFemDsHHq2pzGYxQV6SmzfEVfpE9tbOA_ykzOID2kcPcLXsFAxSgbY/s320/IMG_2014r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270206358373798562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">That one just kills me. I get that look about twenty times a day. "Are you SEWIOUS, Mama? I mean, you can't be SEWIOUS. Mama, you so crazy - your antics are</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> highly</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> amusing."</span>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-45604546954839805152008-11-16T20:23:00.003-05:002008-11-16T20:25:19.935-05:00Day 16: The rare mommy photo<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think I was in the middle of saying his name over and over to get him to look at the camera. or maybe I was whistling to him, like a little puppy. Either way, it worked in not the way I had intended.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFBbbr9ANE1RT2JOkQwhPPdSqJQ2gnqcP36Ejd6fB_GnHABHIlXLrdCOH4NI2rvy6ylZwQEuHMLEU1l-53Ob4saRQNKim49WafOt9ISexUc1V_WH_jrGh9tTzgNtK6XPZ5_Hvm8rszo4/s1600-h/IMG_1981r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFBbbr9ANE1RT2JOkQwhPPdSqJQ2gnqcP36Ejd6fB_GnHABHIlXLrdCOH4NI2rvy6ylZwQEuHMLEU1l-53Ob4saRQNKim49WafOt9ISexUc1V_WH_jrGh9tTzgNtK6XPZ5_Hvm8rszo4/s320/IMG_1981r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269431312213157922" border="0" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-87734412175848649752008-11-15T22:52:00.000-05:002008-11-15T22:53:12.741-05:00Day 15: This kid will not stop moving long enough for a good picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdtEho6Q9H-etnGCM6Qq6adnZiMEnE14tAzN_KSXJR7YYZHpR4Qu_KnaNAH0CHk4D7RqhI6OMqLF6xDmTOYIRx4d-ygTS_RcIKLdm3hLNFnWUFCQHL6mwEEazg3oh5Lpz3RMI5CN7tsU/s1600-h/IMG_1975r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdtEho6Q9H-etnGCM6Qq6adnZiMEnE14tAzN_KSXJR7YYZHpR4Qu_KnaNAH0CHk4D7RqhI6OMqLF6xDmTOYIRx4d-ygTS_RcIKLdm3hLNFnWUFCQHL6mwEEazg3oh5Lpz3RMI5CN7tsU/s320/IMG_1975r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269098453970846946" border="0" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-69139003117128636302008-11-14T21:45:00.003-05:002008-11-14T21:50:04.998-05:00Day 14: I tried to take a bunch of pictures today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I tried to take a picture of Graham standing by himself (without holding on to anything!) but he fell down too fast.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I tried to take a picture of us out on a walk during the last nice day of the year, but the camera was buried too deep in the stroller bag.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I tried to take a picture of Joe holding him when I was walking behind them, Graham whispering something very important (hint: most likely some version of "heyDADAaDADADA") in his ear, but the flash was too flashy and the office too dark for non-flash.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Then I tried to take a picture of how tired I was after we walked to visit Joe at his office (8 miles) and then walked back home (5 miles; we had directional issues on the way there) but I died from the tiredness.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">New picture tomorrow, promise.</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-60210000818477291662008-11-13T21:49:00.002-05:002008-11-13T21:54:41.240-05:00Day 13: Too tired to smile<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouBOptLqox8Y1_MxlGk2BNofPv4ocN4OUDssye6Rq3P6BNI-8battBEQDQSHy5gF7JC-wD-oIFgrZHfL6SIB5QrpA_PeUPbJuyIh6xzxHjbIfsAoCmaZwSSp783innLLEraOAtEs8_Z4/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouBOptLqox8Y1_MxlGk2BNofPv4ocN4OUDssye6Rq3P6BNI-8battBEQDQSHy5gF7JC-wD-oIFgrZHfL6SIB5QrpA_PeUPbJuyIh6xzxHjbIfsAoCmaZwSSp783innLLEraOAtEs8_Z4/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268341143212417858" border="0" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-12150549932626234912008-11-12T21:29:00.001-05:002008-11-12T21:31:23.270-05:00Day 12: Doo-doo brain in motion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcr_ZrfaSWCxw_P9hSNGzkVM6zadIRMpD-2DTbbaJCR6s_HHJiDnqm2h5OvtvLQF01NL5_Sw768TDY3ga8hddEhoTzUx7AI-TX4y-q7sLMuGjBEatyT3Y_P1d6QtvAz3dP-bEef0a5QSM/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcr_ZrfaSWCxw_P9hSNGzkVM6zadIRMpD-2DTbbaJCR6s_HHJiDnqm2h5OvtvLQF01NL5_Sw768TDY3ga8hddEhoTzUx7AI-TX4y-q7sLMuGjBEatyT3Y_P1d6QtvAz3dP-bEef0a5QSM/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267964082672050706" /></a>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-45459091092838891352008-11-11T22:59:00.003-05:002008-11-11T23:03:52.291-05:00Day 11: No new picture for you, vets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-RX2MbdKzN1vTh_7XY2zveq9FGLyjTVvpatAgH6LReN14k1zZJZezAonDj1m1f9ZM5HpRsNRs7DW6RawftLVAwhh68TN_tSeJiG9cDs80dB7BTmw2BKRSXvXV5-Kru7XFVJBBPe7m0k/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-RX2MbdKzN1vTh_7XY2zveq9FGLyjTVvpatAgH6LReN14k1zZJZezAonDj1m1f9ZM5HpRsNRs7DW6RawftLVAwhh68TN_tSeJiG9cDs80dB7BTmw2BKRSXvXV5-Kru7XFVJBBPe7m0k/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267616664017223058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Sorry, we were all out of sorts today (I was flu-ish, and everybody else was just supremely cranky that I was out of action). So, here's an oldie but a goodie - our best little man, sleeping soundly, just as he is right now, on the day he came home to us.</span>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-68851648607376461152008-11-10T21:20:00.002-05:002008-11-10T21:25:22.005-05:00Day 10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBqJn7nP8Kih4MeFfCuiMvKRtsEuL59CLYo94ejGKLDBcheamg_Eq5cotKUAJH97_5Hhu7XHt4mNeSPFK9IiEtpjl10pgYo0H03VgjWW4n7mlcGHGNjSVRLumLNMZ2wJAITMLwQMu2RM/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBqJn7nP8Kih4MeFfCuiMvKRtsEuL59CLYo94ejGKLDBcheamg_Eq5cotKUAJH97_5Hhu7XHt4mNeSPFK9IiEtpjl10pgYo0H03VgjWW4n7mlcGHGNjSVRLumLNMZ2wJAITMLwQMu2RM/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267220380305583634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Daddy - on your bike! Follow that milk truck!</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-66911492161653019752008-11-09T13:10:00.003-05:002008-11-09T13:16:35.239-05:00Day 9: If you like the weather in upstate New York...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1c4yyLIzNYhBPcoVsZzbMtYUoeGUQSdBVBEzQylPJGviVYJamaU3j23DHQYOODLy18ZaraOiMRw85ItZ8btMVm8HZa49iCcD0cZ8XJs_7cOrTFeGI5LGdL0rebjaoPsKuvQJqDRvs00/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1c4yyLIzNYhBPcoVsZzbMtYUoeGUQSdBVBEzQylPJGviVYJamaU3j23DHQYOODLy18ZaraOiMRw85ItZ8btMVm8HZa49iCcD0cZ8XJs_7cOrTFeGI5LGdL0rebjaoPsKuvQJqDRvs00/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266722999564352482" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">...wait five minutes, head out with baby strapped to oneself to the coffee shop down the street, turn around after getting two cups of coffee and realize that it has started to pour, wait five more minutes for it to stop, when it doesn't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">run</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">home </span>with said baby strapped to chest trying not to spill coffee and also keep baby's hood up with chin, and then have husband have to wrap baby in blanket to warm him up. Note bright red cheeks of poor mothering.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">(Also note that he looks more and more like a little boy every day, and less and less like</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> MY BAAAABYYYYY</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. Sniffle.)</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-1883639189058415022008-11-08T21:34:00.003-05:002008-11-08T21:40:10.563-05:00Day 8<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYcYn_14r72AZuJR5Pp_UHj9PTI6RTLTdH2ivCg9ZSQZs3bHYExy3zVPdwvRHf-fbtZFZLShcaAJiV2wSnPmYTJA81ab7LPJQiQJJNZRO1aZQHL2dVpK4N5D50WV8_8ZpKcdJVQXs4rs/s1600-h/IMG_1942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYcYn_14r72AZuJR5Pp_UHj9PTI6RTLTdH2ivCg9ZSQZs3bHYExy3zVPdwvRHf-fbtZFZLShcaAJiV2wSnPmYTJA81ab7LPJQiQJJNZRO1aZQHL2dVpK4N5D50WV8_8ZpKcdJVQXs4rs/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481737812794194" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Graham had such a lovely afternoon with his dad today. And when they came home, he was on FIRE - grabbing at me and jumping around and even mimicking me when I was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">super</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> funny and talked into a water bottle. And then in the tub, he fed me his duck! Ha! Children </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">learn</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> stuff. It's like, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">crazy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">.</span>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-43206463937999236682008-11-07T21:01:00.003-05:002008-11-07T21:07:09.467-05:00Day 7: Yet another day when I did not take a picture<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But with good reason, again. Graham fell and cut his lip this morning, and honestly, I was too distraught for the rest of the day to even think about picking up a camera. (He's totally fine, and I was way more shaken than he was.) So, here: I don't think I ever posted his take on </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The Sopranos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> over on this site...</span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGUDDios0ddyCtfR2RdUOCoopUNp92bQzvoiIGwh8_joigN2vm7rnAVl49Qjj9QNqYP1_Kywnm-eUOruuouCWyMtqWi0mT2jAH-RL06XpyRVhu2L1qoeW126Eyh8vpceRT3TaKT6G1Do/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266101968567404130" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwLsowXMVP8-AWIKIr0HDgJoGCISDtiyxvAjHZl4BACToiuLzbAljMF2PZyjxhJPl_0Cnqp93cNsXJYyFbCN6AjkSW9mOUv0kQo6XdSkcG9TNe4kVmPrfs_RCR_7IjzemD7yhQp6ecMg/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266101971467069474" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Bada <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">BING</span>, ya know?</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-38919149262090474122008-11-06T18:25:00.002-05:002008-11-06T18:35:20.007-05:00Day 6: recent Graham obsessions<ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3dJMBJlaOJezdVTRND8b6rRnDqjpJDobVBbPFzsow0RWGG9ECnJaFsApuQkWl5j6yaD6PTWVt208vouFliMTHam7_bTiMazdWyu1LIm0MQMLXLeYI6HdapU7n7aFARXks_ZKEGMizr4/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3dJMBJlaOJezdVTRND8b6rRnDqjpJDobVBbPFzsow0RWGG9ECnJaFsApuQkWl5j6yaD6PTWVt208vouFliMTHam7_bTiMazdWyu1LIm0MQMLXLeYI6HdapU7n7aFARXks_ZKEGMizr4/s320/IMG_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691927934656866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"reading" books, by which I mean turning the pages as fast as he possibly can (so much so that </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> has been reduced to "brownbearredbirdyellowduck (gasp) greenfrogbluehorsepurplecat (gasp) whitedogblacksheepgoldfish (gasp) teacherchildren!"</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dada. like ALL THE TIME. <span style="font-style: italic;">dada dada dada dada HI HEY dada dada dada</span>. we don't think it's intentional quite yet, but oh man is it cute. especially when joe's face lights up like he has won the lottery or something.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">walking while having his hands held. back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and as of today, </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >changes in</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >VOLUME</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. as in "hey hi dada dada DADA DADA DADAAAAA!"</span></li></ul>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-56301834374448322822008-11-05T19:03:00.002-05:002008-11-05T19:08:49.836-05:00Day 5: Poop!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Poop!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> I forgot to take a picture of Graham today, as he was at daycare and then Joe is still not home from work (sad for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">everyone</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">) and so it was the All Mommy Show this evening. Here - will this suffice?</span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyXX5GVvncD5kJMuMaqpGlxn7D7GWv-VAQN9z3pIpb2IhMBvE80lf2uXF_QpgVfwLdyJDoZrxOONwrghSzrRzgjdmEpKuNj_hqXUPbc0AzrKZLxFPRCZr-pMrdFI-_FXfwvcw0uaE8aE/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265329666358030130" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Poop!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> Graham pooped in the tub for the second night in a row this evening. I need to put my foot down and say that the tub poop is the worst, most dangerous kind of poop.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Poop!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> Or rather, un-poop. The un-poop for today is that G's daycare lady said he had his Best Day Ever today...totally content and happy. Sigh. I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">love</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> un-poop.</span></div>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084269409919612039.post-21215551638553823962008-11-04T12:25:00.003-05:002008-11-04T12:35:28.891-05:00Day 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofDFL6qQmxpDzpV5qsP0T4pEDbn17WMt-_3aSSMPqJfUM0h6OsSmkIlZ-5KaWGPulq3f_LUjJtbpuj45XIbbhDdOzjTpQAw_rI-GmxdYi0CxSoNByKFRmxIY1-wyPZqFDapi5sl783Iw/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofDFL6qQmxpDzpV5qsP0T4pEDbn17WMt-_3aSSMPqJfUM0h6OsSmkIlZ-5KaWGPulq3f_LUjJtbpuj45XIbbhDdOzjTpQAw_rI-GmxdYi0CxSoNByKFRmxIY1-wyPZqFDapi5sl783Iw/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264857304884595042" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">We went to our polling place early so Graham could vote twice. I wasn't allowed in the booth with him, but I am pretty sure he voted for Senator Breastmilk, who ran on a pretty conservative "No daycare" platform.</span>graham's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261582788727785877noreply@blogger.com0