too big

the couple that works the sushi counter at my local grocery store love to see willow. she is just too cute. they love to make her smile. today the lady working the deli counter came out to coo at her, too.

"oh, she's so cute. they are both so cute. i have a grandbaby who is 7 mos old. she reminds me so much of my grandbaby."

then the phrase no woman wants to hear--unless of course it is actually true. "oh, are you having another one?"

"um, no."

"oh, well what do you have under your jacket."

"just my boobs."

she was standing behind me looking over my shoulder at the kids, so i'm guessing she mistook my clown boobs for a baby belly. nevermind that the one sitting in the cart chewing on everything in site is only 6 mos old (a fact the lady actually asked about).

this in combination with what my doctor said at my appt on tuesday, "you aren't that big, but your boobs are really big." in a way that makes me feel better.

but in another way, i have to wonder, just how big do your breasts have to get before you are not only mistaken for a pregnant woman (with the boobs playing the part of a baby belly) but that your own doctor, who is supposed to tell you to lose weight, says the bulk of your body is your breasts. however big you have to be to hear those things, that's how big mine are.

clown boobs.
pornographically big.

random shots

nate and willow hanging out on the couch.


the alleged teeth. (sorry for the fuzzy picture.) she's downright vicious with them at this point.


oh, hi.


yes, as with most babies, she can fold herself nearly in half still. she can actually get her toes in her mouth, though she isn't in this pic. she does this mostly when she's au naturale since pesky diapers and clothes hinder this ability.


just cute.

6 months

willow is 6 months old now. at her well baby visit (the day after this picture), she weighed 19 lbs. so she's slowed down some, which is good. i'm sure she'll slow down a bit more when she actually starts moving around. so far she hasn't even bothered to roll over yet, but i'm not worried. she'll get there in her own time.

Halloween 2008

Nate as a bumble bee. (or as Bumblebee. if you are familiar with transformers, you will know who that is. Nate was actually teased at school for this costume. the Bumblebee comment was my comeback to it.)


Willow as a cheerleader. (Thanks Pam!)


Nate and Willow together at Trick or Treat on Mainstreet.

love/hate

nate has, for the longest time, had a love-hate relationship with his fan. yes, his ceiling fan.

when he was a baby, all we had to do to keep him from going down the hall was to put a fan in the hall. he wouldn't get anywhere near it. it was convenient; we didn't need to use a baby gate to keep him confined to the living room.

later, when he got his own room, we installed a ceiling fan with bright rainbow-colored fan blades. he loved it and was completely fascinated by it. but he's also scared of it. he will often refuse to go into his room by himself because of the fan. "it can see me."

the other night, in an i'm-so-tired-i-can't-cope-with-anything mood, he was expressing his fear of the rainbow fan. papa said, "if it attacks you. i'll shoot it, and throw it in the garbage." to which nate said, "don't shoot the fan!"

i've never known another child to be so scared of something that is securely attached to the ceiling. but then nate is an odd duck at times. i think it is cute, and i know that the days of him being afraid of something we take for granted are numbered. so i cherish his little quirks (and blog about them here).