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Thursday, November 4


I have a new blog. Should anyone still be coming here and wish to read my new blog please email me at: PixieChickAZ@Gmail.com and I will be happy to give you the link provided you are not genetically related to me. Or if I've recently divorced you. Or if you're a fucktard. Or you're obnoxious. Ok just kidding on most of those. Not only am I blogging again, but I'm also participating in this years NaNoWriMo. What in the hell was I thinking? It's not like I have a lot of free time. We are homeschooling, moving across the country, and suddenly my baby is running everywhere, getting into everything, and generally wreaking all kinds of havoc on us, our pets, etc.

Anyhow, here is my little guys first Halloween. Please feel free to email me if you would like the link to my new blog.

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Thursday, April 29


Maybe I am just old, though I never think of 33 as old, but being a new mother is seriously kicking my ass. I don't remember the other two leaving me this deep down exhausted way down to the bones. Although, I also never was the parent to a child quite like this one. My Max has given me a run for my money his whole life. He never ever slept through the night. I'd wake up to find him looking for ingredients to a potion that would give him super powers, forming a parachute for the cat out the second story window. There were plenty of times I wasn't sure he'd survive the toddler years. Broken bones and stitches seemed quite common. Max also didn't crawl until he was 9 months old. He didn't walk until he was 14 months old.

This brings us to the little character I have brought into this world. Owen is a h.a.n.d.f.u.l.l. Just barely 4 months old now and is into EVERYTHING already. He can't crawl yet really. Instead he chooses to plant his face into the carpet and push himself to where he needs to go with his feet, while his face drags along. He stops his swing by grabbing the bars and proceeds to try to get out. On a few occasions he's been successful. We got one of those ridiculous Bumbo seats for $35 bucks and he just tips that bad boy right over, and falls out to escape. What does this all mean? Future daredevil? Maybe, but definitely a stress inducing spoiled little guy.

I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not be sleeping much. I realize my perfume for the next several months is going to be soy formula puke. All this is worth it as this baby is the light of my life. His personality is hilarious. I've been told most children that were preemies have a harder time getting socialized, and truth be told he is verrrrry spoiled since I've not been working. If a stranger even looks at him wrong he pouts then screams. The lower lip thing already is a riot, and he's had that down pat since he was 2 months old. Our new thing now is fake coughing. He will cough then grin when I look at him. I will close this with a million annoying mommy brag photos of him because of course I believe him to be one of the prettiest things I've ever laid eyes on. The last few days though have left me wishing the teething tablets you find had some prozac in them! If every tooth is going to be this dramatic I believe we will both need prozac before he's one. Now some photos, feel free to click for full size.

Seriously....I never thought I'd become an obnoxious housewife bragging about her cute baby....

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Monday, February 15

Happy Valentine's Day

This is how I woke up this morning. To this face. My god those cheeks!! I ended up with a cheeky baby. YES!!! I'm ashamed to admit that we're still co-sleeping. I've been working on putting him in the crib more and more. Last night he squawked and I put him in bed with me to which he showed his approval for by instantly rolling on his tummy and sleeping six hours straight. YES SIX. Daddy works nights so Owen gets that side. Tonight we had a date to watch Whip It but he went to sleep. Tomorrow he has a two month check up and I've already been crying at the thought of him having shots. He hasn't had shots yet in my presences since I was sliced and diced to remove him and he was in NICU. This is pretty much going to suck!!!!

So I peed on a stick this morning and thankfully it was negative. You know when I thought I was pregnant with Owen I peed on many sticks. Probably 3o. After I got the positive I had to make sure I stayed pregnant. I've always had a hard time staying that way. We're great examples Scott and I. Seventeen year old daughter living in my house "Use a condom!" when we clearly don't know h0w to. So thankfully as of now Owen will not be having an Irish twin. Don't hold your breath although the thought of going through that again gives me hives, just not real super itchy put on a condom ones!
So of course we celebrated the negative with a dozen roses, breakfast in bed, and sex.

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