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I may or may not add to this list, but whatever I do, it doesn’t matter much because you, dear reader, couldn’t possibly care less. It’s one of those Important Only To Mom things. Adam and I were watching Family Guy last night and a guy whipped out his wallet to another guy and said, “I love children! Wanna see pictures of my kids?” and then starts slapping the guy in the face with it until he started bleeding. It was hilarious. This sort of post is like that.
Liam thinks Spongebob Squarepants is a piece of cheese.
Liam pronounces the word “meteor” as “meatyhorn”.
Lucas is 8 weeks old and SIXTEEN pounds.
More to come, if I can get up enough energy and time to A. remember them and B. write them down.
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God, whoever said, “One kid is a hobby; two is a job” was right. And I say that with an infant who pretty much just sits there. I’m really still only chasing after one.
Lucas is a good boy. Good-natured, likes to smile. But he’s gassy. So very, very gassy. And a gassy baby is an unhappy baby. He’s on soy formula, because milk formulas made him constipated (NOTE: a constipated baby is an even unhappier baby). But now he’s just this gas bomb. I’m telling you, we could eat beans straight from a Mexican latrine all day and just blame it on him.
Still, he’s easy. He doesnt complain about anything (except gas). He doesnt roll over or crawl or get into anything. He doesnt whine and he doesnt defy me. Babies are easy. Toddlers are HARD.
At any rate, I’m so burned out on kids today, I dont even want to talk about them. I want a margarita and a Full-Moon Fish Sandwich while sitting near the open-air doors at Sloppy Joes down in old Cayo Hueso. Bone Island, yo. I’m talkin’ KEY WEST, my homies. I also want to show you my clematis.
I’m a clematis fan. Love them. I have four clematis plants, three of which are new and nothing to write home about. But THIS one is my baby. This will be its third summer. The first one I got one measly flower. Last summer I got maybe four, somewhat less measly flowers. This year …
BA-DOW!!
I’m just so pleased.
