Doctor Report

Violet had her 1-year doctor's appointment on Friday. Here's the breakdown:

Weight: 48th percentile
Height: 19th percentile
Head size: 97th (!) percentile

I'm consoling myself with the thought that for people this small, a couple of inches either direction probably has a huge effect in the percentile department.

Birthday news and other stuff coming soon!

Handy Daddy.

So our toilet had been leaking, and this past weekend decided it would take the plunge and evacuate itself all over our bathroom floor. Josh, being the uber-handy boy he is, removed the old toilet, installed a new one and will put the finishing touches on the project tonight.

This is good because we no longer have to descend a mountain (our staircase) to take a pee, and my children can bathe again.

As Wilson would say, "Good job, Daddy!"

Out of the mouths of babes.

I swear to God that Violet looked at me this morning and said, "Stinky".

...Then you're too old

Wilson's favorite volume level for music is "too loud." If something is playing and he says, "too loud, Daddy", that's his way of telling you to turn the volume not down but up. Which I guess came from one of us at one point turning music down and telling him it was too loud.

See, we're making a little rocker man here (well, except for all the Eagles, I guess).

Gimme Five Steps

I'm happy to report that Violet Baby Miss is now an official walker! We had a report that she took five steps last Tuesday at daycare; hoping to avoid the whole "Violet can now talk" debacle, I decided to wait for confirmation before announcing it. Yesterday morning I saw her take seven halting and shuffly but real steps. That's some baby!

Jelly legs.

So in celebration of Violet's impending first birthday, I decided I should finally try to shed these baby pounds. While I'm back to where I was before getting pregnant with her, I am nowhere near where I was before Wilson. So what am I doing? I joined a gym and am going to see a personal trainer.

I had a mini-session today. He pretty much laughed in my face. Not good.

And I can barely walk now. Also not good.

But hey, if it means I'm in bikini shape by September, it'll be totally worth it! Then me and Wylet can be cute in our suits together. ;D

Sleeping with a younger man.

Daddy's in Vegas for the weekend celebrating his 39th in high style -- chuggin' a 12-pack with his buddy Al and rolling in the dirt or something.

Anyway, in his absence, I've replaced him with a man much younger, but equally snorey and warm. I shall sleep soundly and happily, provided I can make room among the pile of toy cars he brought with him.