HU-GANTIC

It's like huge and gigantic put together - a "Cole" word that I absolutely love. And that's what kind of weekend we had. We went on a hugantic hike Saturday to Button Rock Preserve with Mr. Wonderful and the dogs. We had a hugantic photo shoot with photographer, Christy Lee. Mr. Wonderful and I had some solo time Sunday to do a great mountain bike ride. The weather this weekend was absolutely incredible.

I'd also like to apologize to my readership, if I have any besides Rachel and Veronica, and say that I will try to be better at posting more often. I so enjoy reading my Nie and CJane because they post something almost every day. And I want to offer that to you...yes, you! If only I had more time.

I've missed some important events from August - yes, I said August. Shame on me. I will post some of the events I've missed, hopefully before we reach Christmas time.

And for the record, I saw my niece and nephew Sunday and can I just say that they are cutest little people and that I absolutely love them? I can say that right? And it's true that I do want to eat their little faces...but I practice self control....Oh, the sweet baby cheeks....I don't know how I resist - oh, I know, because I usually just gum their faces pretending I have no teeth at all and that somehow satifies my need to eat the cheeks.

Turtle Goes Into Retirement

Well, it's official - Cole's first backpack, Turtle, has gone into retirement. He did a fabulous job riding around on Cole's back, being stuffed with little cars, action figures, swim trucks, snacks, and really, just about everything. He lost both his eyes by the time his time came but he didn't much need those anyway since he was always on Cole's back.

We'll miss you., Turtle. We've made you a nice bed in the "save me" bin so when Cole is bigger - much, much bigger - we can show him his first backpack.

2005 - 2009

What every person should have

A BEST FRIEND

Procrastination

There are nights, when bed time is flawless. Go pee, wash your hands, brush your teeth, get your pj's on, climb in bed, read a bed time story, turn the music on, and fade the light, and without a word, he drifts silently into dreamland.

Then, there are nights where most of that happens, BUT only after about five times of asking, each time with increased frustration as he calls from his room "Mommy" for the 100th time and yells something like this:

I need a drink

I need to tell you something

I need to give you a kiss

I need to give you a hug

And so forth and so on.

At some point, there is the threatening to give spankings, but I can't quite bring myself to do it because honestly, how cute is it that he wants to kiss me under my chin because he knows it makes me laugh.

And, on this particular night of which I write, after the 45 minutes of pure procastination and complete uninterest in going to bed, he says,

"Mommy, can I sleep in your bed?"

Exhausted, not up for the battle, defeated, I say, "Yes."

I hear him guide down his slide with no hestitation and appear as fast as lighting in my room afraid I will change my mind with each passing second.

He snuggles in the bed, entangling himself all around me - like a pretzel, with his baby soft skin and his soft warm breath on me. And I entertain his kisses and hugs and pats.

Until, I finally say, "no more talking"! But of course after a moment of silence when I think I'm saved and hear only the candence of our breath as we finally relax, he says something funny that I can't resist and after a few more bouts of giggling, I again say "no more talking"!

And in one last attempt, I try to explain the invisible line that runs down the middle of the bed. The line that should keep him on dad's side, the line that always gets broken when he intrudes on my sleeping headquarters.

And so it goes, atleast a half dozen times during our sweet slumber, I push him back over that invisible line because he has pretzeled himself around me and I am suffocating from heat.

And he is so sweet and soft that I love touching his skin and watching him sleep. I think he slept like bear in hiberation and I woke up wondering if I ever went to sleep at all....good thing it was only Sunday.