Christmas with grandparents

Christmas, part 1

I finallly loaded the Christmas pictures onto the compy, so here we go, 2 months late!

Christmas eve...Lily can barely contain her excitement!

Oliver playing with a "cuckoo" (bird house)

Lily Bates with her namesake, Great Grandma Dorothy Bates

Hanging out with Uncle Gabe

GaGa and PopPop's basement is so much fun!

Christmas morning

underwear.hooray.

Rocket!!!

Looking through the new Curious George book

My new Ergobaby carrier!

best present of all...Oliver painted this by himself!

Christmas with both sets of Grandparents to follow!

The un-cute side of babyhood

This is for my friend, Michael Ann, who said she was dying of cuteness reading my blog.

Well, here, my friend, is the uncute side of babyhood...

Lily wakes up at 545 every morning to poop.

Every morning at 545, she poops up her back.

Oliver is getting closer to potty training...he poops in his diaper, then demands to sit on the potty. Hooray! Now I get to clean his bum AND the poo covered potty seat!

Sometimes the warm water of the bath makes him poop. Guess who gets to clean it up?

My friend's status the other day was "I just found a booger in my hair. Thanks, son!"

Gross. Gross. Gross.

Speaking of boogers, Oliver picks his nose, then looks at it and says "Mama, ewwwww!" until I wipe it off his hand. (at least he doesn't eat it...)

My brother was making pizza dough the other day, looked over at his daughter turning green, and picked up the dough exactly 1 second before she puked all over the kitchen counter.

Oliver threw up on Shane's face once. I still cringe when I think about it.

Lily woke up 5 times last night.

Did I cure you of your over-cuteness, Michael? :)

Morning Snuggle

Now that Oliver can get out of his crib and bedroom, he likes to come into our bed at around 530 and snuggle for about an hour. I love this quiet time in the morning, when I have my baby sandwich. Lily is on my left in the co-sleeper, Oliver on my right clutching my thumb (his comfort object, oy!). It is so sweet to be surrounded by my babies when they're sleeping and everyone is happy and quiet. These are the times that being a mommy is worth every trial, every tear, every tantrum.

Growing Up

In the past few days I've noticed something...

Oliver's been doing something I'm not sure I approve of...

I know it's for his own good...

But my sweet baby boy has started using...

actual words.

It's not a broombroom now, it's a car

It's not a cuckey, it's a truck

It's not a blubblub, it's a fish

It's not a baabaa, it's a sheep.

My little baby boy is using more and more words, and while it is so exciting to see him able to express himself more and more, I see his babyhood slipping through my fingers way WAY too quickly.

We have a roller!

Last night Lily had her first official roll!

She's rolled a few times before,

but only if we placed her arms in the exact perfect position.

But last night she was having tummy time for about 5 minutes,

when she got her arms in the right position...

I needed to get behind her and talk to her,

so that she would turn to me and...

VOILA!
Our teeny, tiny girl rolled!

How exciting!

In other news, I haven't posted pics because we haven't gotten to the store to buy a new camera battery...eventually there will be more pictures of these beautfiul babies! I promise!

Sick babies

Oliver has had a cold for three days now.

In the duration he has also figured out how to efficiently climb out of bed.

He has also figured out how to open his bedroom door.

Today he is refusing to nap.

Sick little boys need naps!

I'm not sure what to do, as this is a new frontier.

The past two nights he had a hard time going to bed, too.

Lily caught the cold last night.

Luckily, its still light enough that she can use her dummy.

Tommorrow will probably be the worst day,

I hope my antibodies do their thing

and help her kick it quickly.

There goes my mother of year award...

Yesterday Oliver was playing on his car mat when he came out to the living room and started shouting, "DinDins! DinDins!" (Dinner)

He pulled me into his room and showed me that one of the buildings on his car mat is yellow and red.

He then proceeded to exclaim "More fries!"

Oh brother...