Baby mine, dry your eyes.

This scene made me cry before I had Jack, so I should probably avoid watching it now.

Jack es muy grande

14 lbs. 14 1/4 oz. & 25 inches long.

It turns out that Jack is in the 95 percentile for both weight and length. This means Jack is bigger than over 95% of babies his age. Andrew's right. He's kicking all the other babies butts. Well, except for that freakish 5%.

Jack had his 2 month appointment today. He had to get 4 shots-- and two of those shots were doubled up with two vaccinations-- so really he had 6 shots. Poor little guy. He cried, I cried, it was all very sad. But the good news is he's got some kickin' bandaids on his chubby little legs (Wile E. Coyote and Daffy Duck.) Also, today was a first for Jack-- he tasted something other than milk! Grape flavored Infant Tylenol. Mmmm! He did really well with it-- didn't spit it out or anything. He just swallowed it and sort of made this face like "what just happened?"

Here's another picture for your viewing pleasure:

What's the perfect gift for anyone on your Christmas list?

A Houston Garden Center gift card!! What? That's what the commercial says.

Well two nights ago, we finally decorated our Christmas tree. That is so unlike me. I'm usually a day-after-Thanksgiving-tree-putter-upper. Not this year. No sir. December 6th. I'm ashamed.

I thought this was kind of neat:






Both Jeremy and Jack's first Christmas ornaments. Neat! I also think it's neat that Jeremy and Jack are a quarter of a century apart.

In other news, I got a new cell phone and Jack outgrew most of his 0-3 month onesies.

Note: I may return my new phone because the camera sucks, and Jack isn't even two months old yet (picture is to show Jacks hugeness.)



And that was taken Thanksgiving weekend. I'm taking him to his two month appointment on Monday, and I'm curious to see if his doctor is shocked by how big he is. I'm sure she won't be, but I keep thinking she's going to think I'm adding steroids to his milk.

Grow, Jack, grow!

My new favorite picture

What's a Jack Butler?

Oh, about 12 an a half pounds.

That's right. Jack has become quite the little chunk. 12 1/2 pounds at 6 weeks.

Today is a big day for Jack-- his first road trip. We'll see how this goes.

Poopin' ain't easy.

Ah, young love.

Can't wait til Christmas

Game, Set, Flush.

Well, the toilet won. I thought my phone would conquer, but I was wrong. If you try and call my phone, I will not answer-- b/c even though I can hear you, you cannot hear me. The good news is I can still send pictures like this one:



Anyhow, I will be using Jeremy's phone until December, which is when I qualify for a free new phone. So if you want to reach me call Jeremy's phone. If you want to reach me, but don't know his number, then call my phone and leave a message. If you don't want to reach me, then bite me.

p.s. I really wanted to come up with some clever variant of the old "calling ralph" line as my subject for this post, but I couldn't think of anything. Oh man, that would have been so clever. Drat. I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to be clever, and, if you ask me, wanting to be clever is pretty close to being clever.

I hear my baby, I gotta go.

If you don't know Jack, you don't know jack.

Well, as you may have heard, Jeremy and I are the proud parents of this kid.



His name is Jack. He is the best. EVER. (I gotta go ahead and say that he is the best baby now, before my future nieces/nephews arrive, so my brother and sister will still agree with me.) He's is perfect.

Jack's presence is bound to affect my blogging frequency, so I apologize in advance. I even failed to celebrate Hello Please's 2nd birthday, which happened to be the day before Jack's birthday. So, sorry, Hello Please. Anyhow, I'll try to forever continue to blog, but be warned that all future blogs may only consist of me posting pictures of Jack and me saying things like "Jack did the cutest thing..." I know I'm going to be one of those annoying moms who only talks about her kid all the time, but how could I not be with a kid like this. I mean, c'mon! Look at him!!

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Here comes my baby, here he comes now.

Doc: "Baby big."

Me: "How big?"

Doc: " 7 1/2 to 8 lbs."

Me: " Oh."

Doc: "Baby needs to come on out."

Me: "When?"

Doc: "Tuesday."

Me: "Oh, ok."


Monday night: inducement. Tuesday: baby.

Please, Lord, don't let my baby look like this.

This little piggy said "shnap, that hurt."

As I was walking behind Jeremy in Bed Bath & Beyond this evening, I stepped when he didn't and BAM. Little toenail to be breaking. I fear it won't be there for too much longer. I ask you, what kind of mother can I be with only 9 toenails?

I am a ticking time bomb

tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...

Jeremy and Amy: Homeowners

Yes, we own a house. Today I went to buy a mailbox for our house. I also bought the little numbers that go on the mailbox. When I got to the checkout, I dropped the numbers (as I usually do these days--whatever I'm holding.) Seeing my condition (being a full-term pregnant woman), and old lady behind me actually offered to pick up the numbers. What's sad is that I was actually relieved and willing to let her pick up the numbers. An old woman! I'm supposed to be picking up HER numbers. I'm still quite happy being pregnant, but the past week I have started feeling quite useless. We've been moving into our house and I can't help move anything, bending over is a ridiculously hard task, and my feet look and feel like they are going to explode at the end of every day. I want the little guy to stay in my belly for at two more weeks so I can get his home ready, but at the same time I want to have my old, functional body back again. Ahhh. That will be nice.

On a stranger note, I saw a chicken in the wal-mart parking lot yesterday morning. You don't believe me? I took a picture b/c I thought you might not believe me.



I also saw a cat in Lowes.

"There are guys in the background of Mary Worth comics that are more important than me."

Nothing says "you're a big loser" than getting your head cut out of a picture. Whoever took this picture found it very important to get Andrea's right knee and left shoe in the picture, but NOOOO, who cares about Amy's head? Not a smile, not a chin. Nothing. Just my lanky 13 year old body. Thanks a lot.

(An 11 year grudge. Nice.)

You'll have to speak up, my phone's in the toilet.

I know that it generally isn't a good idea to talk on the phone while you're in the restroom, but in my defense, I wasn't talking... I was just looking at something on my phone... while I was peeing. Not a crime. I'm sure lots of well respected people have done it before. Don't act like you haven't. (You haven't?! D'oh.) Well, I have-- and for the last time, as of yesterday (well, hopefully the last time.)

I dropped my phone into the toilet. I really wish I had photographic evidence of this for my blog, but, well, my camera phone was in the toilet. What's even more amazing than a grown adult dropping her phone in the toilet is the fact that it still works. I can barely hear it when it rings*, but it still works. You know, Samsung should really use my story as a testimonial to how durable their phones are. I have dropped that phone more times than I can count, and now it has been in the crapper, and it STILL works. Maybe Sprint could even advertise it as the "Pee CS phone." (I kill my head.)

Remember: Think twice before you ask to borrow Amy's cell phone, because you DO know where it has been.

Sorry about the grossness of this blog.

*I can now hear it completely fine when it rings.

God bless you, Yahoo.

So, Yahoo finally listened to me and changed there blasted log in page. Now it is a new face everytime. Now everytime I log into my yahoo account, it's like opening a different present.

YAHOO!!!!

This is why we can't have nice things!

I'm a klutz. I was a klutz pre-pregnancy, but now, nothing is safe.

FeverAll Suppositories:

Poor kid.