May 8, 2009

• When I was backing up my files onto my nifty new external drive, I wasn’t paying enough attention and I accidently erased all the pictures of Calen (and Colin) except the few that we took at the hospital.  And considering she’s brand new I lost a lot of “firsts” like first-tummy-time.  I was so bummed.  Luckily she looks like Colin so really I can just look at his baby pictures…

  

  Colin is such a good Oppa.  He gives her kisses (and leaves puddles of germy-germ drool on her, )brings her blankets (and covers her face) and toys (and pokes her with them because she won’t/can’t accept them).  If you ask him who’s baby she is he’ll say, “Colin baby.”  I love my son. 

  

  Calen is Colin… dressed in pink. 

  

  My angel…

  managed to project poo over 4 feet… on two playmats, two pillows, my hands/arm/leg, and Colin’s arm in one fatal blow.  Whatta shitty, shitty day that was!

  

  My biggest pet peeve is when Colin says, “mine, mine, mine.”  I tried to spank it out of him… but that only fueled the fire.  Now he says “mine, mine, mine” whenever he wants to piss me off or if I piss him off even if it doesn’t fit contextually.  It really gets under my skin.  I’d prefer if he told me to “fuck off.”  That would make me laugh.

  

  I’ll be sad the day Colin can enunciate better than me. Til then I’ll enjoy trying to decode his baby talk.  Our favorite is the mochocho (remote control).  We just learned that a wacaca is a harmonica.  Colin is also at the age where he is pretty possessive.  Everything is my <this> and my <that>.  The other day he was putting on his Crocs while chanting “my cock my cock”

  

  They grow so fast.  I watch Calen double in weight in a month… and I think… maybe I want a third.  Yikes. 

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