The most awesomest, raddest, smartest, cutest, funniest baby EVER

Is mine. I know some of you may argue with me - most likely those of you who have your own bundles of joy, or nieces, or nephews, or whatever....but you're just wrong. I think I will amend my statement to the most awesomest, raddest, smartest, cutest, funniest baby BOY ever is mine. Then I will just offend half of you.

Maybe some of you are wondering why I rarely "blog"....well, duh, it's because I work all day and then love love love to spend time with the ARSCF baby when I get home, not waste time blogging. But, since above mentioned ARSCF baby is teething and therefore hopped up on baby Tylenol and sleeping, I can just blog about how he's the best baby (boy) ever.

Sense of humor. The kid laughs at everything, and lets everything roll off his shoulders. I don't care how stressed, fussy or hungry the kid is, it's super easy to make him laugh. All other 7 babies at daycare could be screaming and crying, and Bennett will just laugh at God knows what. It's pretty awesome.

He's a boy's boy. Those who know Nick know he's pretty jock-ish (I know, how did this coupling happen?). Well, Bennett, at a mere 6 months, already loves to rough-house. Nick throws him in the air and twirls him upside down and he just squeals with joy.

He sleeps like his mom. Awesome. The most recent sleep schedule is from 8:00 to 6:30. Need I say more?

The little guy loves tummy-time. He's been digging this for a couple of months, but now it's just hilarious, because he's trying so hard to crawl - he looks like special forces, creeping under the barbed-wire.

He's Bennett. That's really enough for me. I can't believe he's 6 months old, although I am of course late at getting him to the doctor. I'll post some new pics soon.

4 month check-up (a month ago)

So, it's become expected at this point that my posts will be few and far between, and will include mostly pictures of Bennett. So why disappoint? I've been meaning to post about Bennett's 4 month check-up, which was almost a month ago now for, well, about a month. He is still freakishly long - 27 inches at 4 months, which puts him in the 98th percentile for length, and size 9 months for sleepers....crazy! He's about 16 lbs and is doing great- rolling over, obsessed with his feet, all that good stuff. While I was gone for a few days this week, he started jumping in his jumper, which is pretty funny, and sitting up on his own for a couple of minutes at a time. He has been eating rice cereal for a couple of weeks now, and he REALLY likes it. Maybe I'll even get around to posting a video. In the meantime, here are some pics:

Best intentions

So, my grand plan for today was to update the blog, along with about a million other things. Unfortunately, it is now 10:17 pm and I am way too tired to post!

Ok Ok Ok

So, I have been harassed enough to finally post after almost two months of being post free. It's not that I didn't want to post, it's just that I took Bennett to Vegas for a couple of weeks in late November, then started back at work December 10th. So much has happened, but instead of droning on and on, I'll just post some pics:

This is Bennett with his Uncle Erik in Vegas on Thanksgiving



Nick, Bennett, and I at Redrocks in Las Vegas


Me and Bennett on Christmas Eve - it was all just too much for him


Bennett smiling in his new jumper (even though his feet don't touch the ground yet)!


Bennett in his newsie hat on Christmas Day.


Looking very worried.....


Bennett in his Bumbo chair staring at his grandpa...


Bennett being baptized....he seemed pretty happy about it!

Like Father, Like Son

It's a Bird, It's a Plane...It's Finn!

Last night Bennett was having tummy time with the dogs. They are still a little freaked out by him, so we put him down and let the dogs kind of explore him a bit. So far so good- all was going well until someone pulled up outside, then this happened:
Yikes! I must just say that both dogs expertly avoided Bennett!

Could my cat be mad at me?

I got my cat, Ponch, in 2000 when I was in law school. He was not an only cat, as I got John at the same time. Unfortunately, John went MIA during the great storm of December 2007, and Ponch has not dealt with that loss well. Ponch has had a rough life for a spoiled kitty. He used to have me all to himself. Then I packed him up and moved him from sunny Las Vegas to rainy Washington. This did not make him happy at all, and, to add insult to injury, at the same time poor Ponch had to compete for my attention with a human male. This is obviously Nick. And, not only did Nick take me away, he also took Ponch's spot on the bed.

Since that time, Ponch has had to deal with a steady stream of intruders: first we got Atticus, the adorable 9 lb puppy who wanted a kitty playmate. Atticus grew to be 90 lbs, but still wanted a kitty playmate. Ponch has made it resoundingly clear over the past five years that he wants nothing to do with a 90 lb. lab. Then we got Finn, who was smaller than Atticus (well, shorter at least), but what he lacked in size, he made up for with his insitance that Ponch be his playmate, no matter Ponch's feelings on the matter. Finally, our house has traditionally been the drop-off point for all sorts of four legged houseguests (I guess people have always figured what's one more), most of which are not used to treating cats with the respect and deference they deserve. Ponch does not enjoy our houseguests.

If our other four legged friends have gotten Ponch's nose out of joint, then the addition of Bennett, our new two-legged friend, has him downright angry. I cannot claim to be surprised by Ponch's feelings. What has surprised me is that Ponch is freakishly protective of the baby- it's me who he has decided to grace with his anger. Here are just a few ways that Ponch has decided to let me know in no uncertain terms that he is not happy with me:

- Ponch's new favorite toys are bottle nipples. He takes them out of the sink, off the counter, and even off of the bottle dryer. He does this and drops them in defiance in front of me. He also likes to play with the Dr. Brown bottle inserts.
- Ponch often waits to do this until I am breastfeeding the baby or otherwise engaged in such a way that I am stuck on the couch and helpless to discipline him to do his misdeeds. Then he laughs (OK, I made that last part up).
- He also like to come and sit on my computer keyboard and stare at me....again, this is always when I am in no position to kick him off.
- Ponch's new favorite comfort zones are anywhere I want to put the baby- the crib, the co-sleeper, the bouncy chair. Wherever I plan to put the baby next.
- The other day, Ponch came into the bathroom where I was getting ready, looked at me, meowed, and proceeded to pee on the bathroom rug and shower curtain.
- He has also begun projectile vomiting, but only when he is up high and gets the best arc for the vomit.

Ponch has also become decidedly more aggressive with our friends when they come over (not just our friend Josh, who he has always hated). Maybe he thinks they're going to stay? At least the dogs still like me.