Blizzard #3

The third blizzard for the season hit us Thursday morning. Although they swore it would be worse than the last, it hasn't been as bad so far....again we were shocked that they could be wrong. It is definitely as cold, and we are more than tired of being cooped up in the house. There is only so long we can look at each other in the same environment, in the same pajamas, in the same housebound mood, in one week. Did I mention Chris has the whole week off?

Here's the big picture: Colorado has not seen this much snow since 1978. Last year we had a total of 30.5 inches of snow all season. Winter only started one week ago and we have already had 36 inches of snowfall, all of it landing in our backyard. Of course this has also been one of the coldest winters for us as well, and we just happen to have a baby who recently decided he likes hanging out in only his diaper. It's pretty amusing to watch a 10 month old try to get out of sleeper pj's that are snapped up to his neck. Eventually, we just break down and help him when he cries because both his arms are stuck inside.

Last night he ended up in his diaper because of an apparent weak stomach. He hasn't evolved enough to be able to digest books. These things always seem to happen when Mom steps out of the room and Dad is in charge. I was upstairs putting away laundry, when Chris yelled for me to come down. Miles was sitting on his lap covered in formula vomit, the worst kind I might add. Over by the TV was a nice little puke stain and Chris was shaking his head wondering what happened. I walked over to the evidence and found one of his books to be wet with spit and missing a corner of the cover, words and all. After sifting through the floor fluids and finding no library fiber, I resolved that the book chunks must have stayed down while the putrid smelling milk lost the internal battle.

You'd think at this point we would have given him a bath and cleaned the carpet, but us being well experienced at this type of occurrence, knew that it was futile and repetitive. I cleaned the carpet stain (which I kept stepping in all night) with a baby wipe, while Chris took off the wet garments and we called it "done". Now the bath might have been a good idea considering the heat in the house sits somewhere around 73 degrees, and all night the vomit smell kept wafting into the air off the sweaty baby, making us cringe and shutter, but who wants to go through all that trouble. I was sure it would rub off inside his pajamas when he rolls around in bed that night and presto, in the morning we would have a clean baby.....sort of.

We will be giving him a bath sometime soon though, only for something to do, because we are all terribly bored. I chuckle every time I think of telling my girlfriend how little we bath our child and how her response echos in my ear: "Christine, YOU HAVE PIGPEN. Miles is Pigpen from Charlie Brown." Little boys only get more stinky as they get older, so I promise Kristina we will start to bath him more.......eventually. I have to say it is not a task either of us looks forward to.

Christmas Outfit

This is the outfit Grandma Toni and Grandpa Ernie sent Miles for Christmas. It was a little late because of our blizzard, but we still wanted to have some pictures of it. The hat has tiny reindeer antlers on the top.

This is the fully

dressed version.....

......this one's not!

We'll let you guess which one he preferred.

Our Virtuoso Sports Commentator

Miles got a baby piano for Christmas and it is fast becoming one of his favorite toys. Chris calls him a little "Jerry Lee Lewis", because he likes to stand and play. Basically, he just bangs on the keys and turns the pages of the playbook, but someday he might stop wanting to eat it and learn to play songs.

Babies usually say their first words around 12 months and boys in particular are often even later, so we find it a bit odd that people constantly ask us if Miles talks yet. With that said, we are almost convinced that Miles has said his first word.

On two separate occasions, he has uttered what sounds like the word "touchdown". They sounded more like "tutdow" and "tuchdon" but they were clearly his attempt to repeat what he heard. We know this because they accompanied the physical action of raising both arms over his head. (Something he started doing on his own, followed by us yelling "touchdown" in response.) It always made him smile.

Recently, he has been shouting a two syllable word right after we say it and it distinctly sounds like "touchdown". Because he is hearing impaired, we will both be okay if he doesn't say "mommy" or "daddy" first, a little sad, but thrilled that he speaks. I just wish his first words weren't sports related, but the sooner I succumb to another male ego, the better. When the little female cat, Charlie, dies, I will be outnumbered and all alone. At least he said "touchdown" and not "Go Knicks". I don't think I could handle another depressed NY fan during the NBA season. One is plenty.

By the way blizzard #3 is on the way tomorrow. It's supposed to be worse than the last one. We'll keep you posted considering we won't be able to leave the house again and there will be nothing better to do....look for the pics.

Christmas Morning

Miles opened all of his presents this morning. We tried to take video, but for some reason the battery on the video camera died and we only got through half of the presents. We took a lot of pictures to compensate. Miles still found the boxes and paper more exciting than what was inside, but once those were gone, he really got into all his gifts.

He got Chicken Dance Elmo and a double faced monster ball, lots of clothes and books, giant Lego's, a truck, a musical activity center and some musical toys, a baseball, and a baby laptop. It was a very successful Christmas for him. So successful that he is now napping earlier than usual....he was grumpy. When he wakes up today we will be heading down to Fountain, CO to spend the day with the Meyers family. Hopefully the cranky baby will be more rested by then.

We spent nap time trying to organize and clean up all of his loot. We are going to need to buy a bigger house, just because of Christmas. There is no place to put all of his toys now that both Miles and the toys are getting bigger. There are only so many times we can rearrange the family room furniture to accommodate all the new baby things. I venture to say this time next year we will be looking to expand (our house not our family).

Merry Christmas!!!

Just wanted to wish all of our friends and family a very........

Merry Christmas!

10 Months Old!

Miles was 10 months old on Friday the 22nd. He has decided that he is too big to bath in the sink and too small for his winter coat.

Dress Up

Grandma Carol sent Miles a bunch of new outfits for Christmas. He's only worn two, but so far everything fits with room to grow.