Tuesday, March 27, 2007


It's over. It went smoothly. We are living in chaos. But we are at the new house!!!!!!!!!! It seems so surreal and I am still trying to grasp the change, but we actually bought a house. We also bought baby gates and they are causing another bout of chaos, but I think both the move and the barriers will prove positive in the end.

Logan has been doing just fine, but he did have a moment of "um, can you please put me in my REAL room?" last night. Poor kid. He also has 3 lovely bruises on his head from various incidents. How can he get so many injuries on carpet? We went for a walk to the local grocery store yesterday (less than 4 blocks away!) and he very much enjoyed the trip. I am amazed at his charisma, I think we are in trouble. He is such a happy kid and (of course) so cute. People are always stopping us to make comments about what a sweet boy he is. I am very thankful to the universe for sending me this little man, and as much as I would like to take credit for his stunning personality, I fear I have very little influence over it. Another teacher who sends her son to Ms. T was saying that the Hoagie is the happiest baby she has ever met. This teacher told Don that she HAS to meet me because I must be the most laid back person ever. HAHAHAHA! Wouldn't she be disappointed?

L has a new face that is pretty funny. I will try to get a picture of it today. We can all bask in his cuteness together.

Thursday, March 22, 2007


Holy cow. The condo is sold. As in no longer owned by us. Escrow has closed and money is about to be transferred *fingers crossed sooooooo hard for this one.* We are renters for the first time in 6+ years, but only for two short days. Please send positive thoughts our way for these two crazy days. Aye! Moving is stressful, but the payoff, oh it will be good. Woot!

In other "send positive thoughts" news, please direct your attention over to Babycakes, where a new little life is about to emerge. We here at Logie the Hoagie are truly exited for the Babycakes gals and hope everything goes perfectly with LB's arrival. Love from the west coast girls!

And because I know I will be disappointing the masses if I don't give a small Logan update, he is standing more on his own, and is doing great with the packing. Especially the part where he gets to play in all the empty cupboards and drawers with his measuring cup. Which, by the way, is his favorite thing right now. Who knew measuring cups would be so beloved?

Aaaaaand, one last but certainly not least thing, Happy Birthday Great Grammy Brown! We hope your day was wonderful and we wish we could have been there to celebrate with you. Much love!

Monday, March 19, 2007

Bathroom humor

Oh it was a wild weekend of packing and small repair work here in San Diego. Luckily we got lots accomplished and Logan was only slightly ignored. He did very much enjoy the exersaucer down in the garage, as he had never been down there before (you know, to spend any time). Once Sunday night rolled around, we were all a bit slap happy. Which led to the following two events--which are both, unfortunately, funny at Don's expense.

First, Logan needed a bath and Don decided to join him. I got Hoagie ready and brought him into the bathroom with just his diaper on (to avoid any accidents you know). I took said diaper off right in front of the tub and Don lifted him in. As I was wrapping up the diaper I noticed it looked, um, darkish, and I said to Don, "you know, you really didn't do a very good job wiping himmm ............... OH NO! POOP! There is POOP in the TUB!" Yes, we put a poopy kid into the tub with Daddy. I had to scoop the offending patty(s) out with my bare hands, and Don ended up with it smeared on his leg. Logan was none the wiser. He was just enjoying the show ("Poop? Really? I hadn't noticed.... hee hee hee!"). I was laughing so hard I could barely catch my breath. I mean, you know as a parent that things like this are going to happen, but I was unprepared for the hilarity. I love a good potty joke. Once things calmed down everyone was rinsed off, the tub refilled, and a good time was had by all.

Later on Don decided to cut his hair (!) ,which he mostly does by himself with the clippers. I usually come in just at the end to do some clean up. Last night, when I was called in for my part, I noticed his hair was shorter than usual. He looked at me and said "I am using a #1 guide instead of #2." And I think, ok, whatever you want. Then he turns his head. There is a wide patch on the side of his head that is shaved CLOSE. Evidently, he was doing his side burns and forgot that he didn't have a guide on and just kept going up into his hair. But he didn't want it that short because, well, it is really short. So we tried to disguise it, but the chances are pretty good some tyke at school today will notice Mr. M's weird hair and ask what happened. Luckily hair grows in fast, so this will be a memory in no time.

I really hope these aren't "you had to be there" type stories. They were sooooo funny at the time and I am glad there is now a record of them for Logie to look back upon. I am sure he will be so grateful.

Friday, March 16, 2007

They say they come in pairs

After massive teething action while the grandparents were visiting, another tooth is popping. Guess that's why feeding him was an absolute CHORE yesterday. Hhmmm....

In other news we are living among boxes and continue to pack for the big move. I know Sunshine will fare the worst for this adventure, and she is starting to show the stress already. For example she dug a hole in our area rug last night. Luckily it isn't too noticeable, and the coffee table will cover it, but I foresee a series of unhappy acting out incidents. Poor baby.

Stolen Meme

Taken from Tex and Blondie

A is for age: 1
B is for beverage of choice: Breastmilk
C is for career right now: looking cute and melting hearts
D is for your dog’s name: no dog, but I love Gabby's puppy Sasha
E is for essential item you use everyday: H.ylands T.eething T.ablets
F is for favorite TV shows at the moment: My videos on uTube
H is for home town: Sunny San Diego, but soon...La Mesa!
I is for instruments you’ve played/play: tongue, measuring cup
J is for favorite juice: Prune? The only kind I've had
K is for whose butt you’d like to kick: Where's my butt? How do I kick?
L is for last person to call you: My grammy and grampa on the web cam
M is for marriage: Too young
N is for your full name: LPMB
O is for overnight hospital stays: Not since the NICU
P is for people you were with today: My mom, dad, Ms. T, and my buddy R
Q is for quote: Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was that they escaped teething. ~Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson, 1894 (smart, aren't I?)
R is for biggest regret/mistake: Eating that kitty litter nugget off the floor
S is for status: Single!
T is for time you woke up today: ??? (the transcriber left before I woke up)
U is for the underwear your wearing right now: Huggies
V is for vegetables you love: squash, sweet potatoes, carrots, green beans, carrots, peas
W is for worst habit: Reaching for the toilet brush (over and over and over)
X is for x-rays you’ve had: None
Y is for yummy food you ate today: Breastmilk, so far
Z is for zodiac sign: Pisces!

Monday, March 05, 2007

No, stabbing

First, here is proof Logan is learning how to express himself. Yes is also in the works...

Second, I stabbed him today with my thumbnail. I just missed his eye. Scary close. Ouch! And to add insult to injury he also had vaccines today and pinched his finger in our dresser. Wow. I am so getting that mom of the year plaque now. I can't even bear to take a picture of the injury--it looks really bad. Hopefully tomorrow it will be better, cause you know, I did this to him just in time for my parents to see it. They arrive on Wednesday.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

One + one

One year and one day. Looking cute, here are some recent pics...

oh flower

look at mum


prune smile

Birthday party is this afternoon and a post will follow. I promise.

Friday, March 02, 2007



Mom with Logan in NICU




I love one. One is so happy, loud, busy, curious, and sweet. One is nursing better than ever before and is eating like a champ. One is fascinated with shoes and anything Mom and Dad are holding. One likes to drink out of cups even though very little water actually goes in the mouth. One loves the outdoors and cheerios. One wakes up and smiles at us when we enter the room. One entertains himself in the crib with his toys. One has an obsession with the dishwasher that I can't explain. One is also very into the vacuum, and I can only hope it stays this way. One still loves Sunshine more than anything else in this world. One thinks Mom has a wonderful voice, especially when singing Old MacDonald. One will go by too fast. One's sloppy kisses will give way to neat pecks on the mouth and silly giggles will eventually become eye rolls. But right now, one is the best ever and today we will celebrate.

Happy One Logan.