Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I don't get her... but we got her...

I don't get it... What is it about this toy?!?

When I started going to a mommy group at Texas Women's I noticed that all these babies had a cute little rubber giraffe teething toy. I was told by one mom that her's son's giraffe was named Sophie.  Then another mom said something about "Sophie". And then I learned there is a Sophie Epedimic with new moms.

What is it about this toy?

Meet Sophie:

So here is why I was adamantly against purchasing Sophie for little Roo.

1. She is delightfully expensive. $25 for a 'Chew Toy' as Eric likes to call them. And let's be honest, with my dogs chances are she will end up in Lola or Patton's intestines before too long... I just could not justify spending that kind of money on a toy for infants!

2. She is French. I figure Andy was a little young to get too excited about 'designer' toys. Next thing you know he will be begging for some Marithe et Francois Girbaud baggy pants... 

3. The squeaking... oh the squeaking! And this isn't your 'squeeze it hard enough and it will make a little noise' squeak toy. I mean, if you look at this thing funny it will squeak enough to wake a sleeping baby! God forbid the baby falls asleep while Sophie is in the vicinity.

4. Confusion.... This goes quite nicely with the squeaking issue, but it is getting very difficult for Patton and Lola to distinguish between a puppy toy and a baby toy. And I knew that any time I heard a squeak, I would have to look around to make sure Roo wasn't putting a dog toy in his mouth, and the dogs weren't putting a baby toy in their mouth!

5. Sophie is a female named Sophie. I kind of like being the most important woman in Roo's life right now, and it seems a little early to give it up to this floozy!!!

But who am I to deny happiness to such a sweet boy? After seeing how IN LOVE all of Roo's friends are with Sophie I decided that she would go on his Christmas List and low and behold, Grammy got Sophie for the Roo! 

He. Loves. Her! The dogs are confused as hell... I've been replaced, He's squeaked himself awake on several occassions... but He. Loves. Sophie.

So... I don't know what it is about this little gal that the babes love so much... but trust me... all your preggo mamma's out there... your child's every happiness depends on it! :)

Dear Baby Jesus...

So Andy's first big Holiday Season has officially come to an end... as has my maternity leave. So now I'm just a regular working mother with nothing to look forward to until the birth of my next child I suppose... sigh

So for Thanksgiving we went to The Lake with my dad's side of the family. Of course Eric and I had tickets to the last A&M/ UT game... at least the last one for a while. So on Thursday my aunt, cousin and I got up early and went to White Bluff for their second annual Turkey Trot. My cousin finished first place and won a t-shirt! (There were probably only like 20 people that went, but she is still a badass runner, so she gets props still).

Then we had lunch, and little Roo got passed around to everyone. He also got to hang out with his cousin who is only about 3 months older than him. After lunch Eric and I packed up and headed to College Station for the big game. It was pretty depressing. Andy-Roo stayed and watched the game with Mimi and Poppy... Which was probably a good thing since Mommy had some very foul language! GRR! It sucked to see the Aggies lose, and the season was such a disappointment... but oh there's a whole nother blog for that...

Two weekends later we went back to Mansfield for "Christmas" with my side of the family. My mom has been dying to take family pictures so we finally got some! (Apparently I can't add photos from the computer I am on or something, so I will try to upload them later). We got to give all the kiddos their gifts which was a lot of fun.

Andy got  his picture with two different Santa's this year... and I even got Christmas cards out... sort of... actually there are some sitting on my dining room table that still need stamps... so I guess they'll be more like New Year's cards!

For Christmas we stayed in Houston and spent the holiday with Eric's family.  A few days before Christmas we got a phone call asking if Andy would be available on Christmas Eve to play Baby Jesus! They figured he behaved so well in the nursery he would be the perfect baby Christmas eve (ok, I may have made that part up myself, but it sounded good)!

Of course, Christmas eve morning he comes down with a cough and obviously wasn't feeling well.  Grammy brought over Chili and Tamales and we had dinner at our place. Also, our dog Patton had a siezure, which was pretty devistating. He has had a few in the past, but there is really nothing we can do about them. We still took Roo to the service and he was perfect the entire time! He was the perfect baby Jesus. Of course we didn't get any pictures, which is sad... but oh well... It felt kind of strange to pull out a camera and take a picture in the middle of a worship service.

Christmas day we went over to Grammy's and spent the day over there. The Roo still was sick... but he toughed it out and was super adorable for everyone. Fortunately I had the day off on Monday so I got to spend the day loving on my little sick guy and trying to make him feel better. Sick babies are no fun! He still got lots of loot from all of his family, so I can't wait until he is feeling better and can start playing with all his new toys.

So it wasn't exactly the Christmas I expected, and I didn't get to clean the house on my day off like I had planned, but at least my little guy is starting to feel better!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Roo and the Poo

A little over 4 years ago, I rescued what I think is the most adorable little doggie in the whole world. After a lot of talk, we decided on naming our little guy General Patton. However, not long after that, for some reason I started calling him "Peanut". Our little guy now answers to both Patton and Peanut.

About 3 years ago, we adopted Lola, our very hungry 13" beagle. Out of nowhere I started calling her Lola Bear. I don't know why... though she could probably out-eat a bear if she ever met one.

My point is that I have a tendency to accidentally create nicknames. I even call my friend Brent "Brently" (Which now his wife sometimes even calls him from what I understand).

I thought "Andy" was going to be a sufficient name for Little Andy when he was born.  However, out of nowhere I started calling him "Andy-Roo", which has since been shortened to "Roo", "Little-Roo", and sometimes "The Roo". I worry that may one day turn into "Drew", which will only be a problem if my friend Sallie has a little boy because she has already 'claimed' that name :) But I suppose we will cross that bridge when we get there! :)

Now onto the Poo. My little Roo is growing up quickly, and after SEVERAL explosions over the Thanksgiving weekend, we are moving him on up to size 2 diapers.  He has officially christened several family members so far! Grammy, Grandma and Uncle Aaron have all been beneficiaries of his overflowing diapers! Hopefully we have that under control for a while. They say around 10 weeks babies may start pooing a little less, but The Roo has not gotten that memo...

Also, for everyone that I told over Thanksgiving that Andy was 11 weeks, I was wrong! :) He was 10 weeks on Thanksgiving and is 11 weeks today. I think I'm gonna stick with 'months' from here on out, because quite frankly I'm loosing count!

I still can't find my camera cord, maybe Santa will bring me one...