Moojo updated

Maureen has pink eye, a sinus infection and an ear ache.

Moojo

Here's a preview of what's to come this Wednesday night - IF Maureen starts feeling better. She has pink eye, or, as of this morning, she has pink eyes. If it doesn't look any better, we can dress her up as Rocky Balboa (after going a few rounds with Apollo Creed).
The poor baby looked miserable this morning - Kristin is staying home from work to take her to the doctor. I'm sure daycare would not let Mojo in the doors with two swollen eyes.

Happy Friday to everyone. We got some good reports yesterday from the daycare (Parents Day Out or PDO for those in the Know) that Maureen has been very sweet to babies. And that the younger tots look up to her. I'm not sure, but I think she is running for class president.

It's getting colder here and it truly feels like autumn - the leaves are FINALLY turning. I'll probably be raking well into late November. We are having some happy hour folks over for some chili (while it lasts) beer and appetizers tonight. After a while, we'll all walk to a neighborhood Halloween party for the kids nearby. I just need to make it through the workday and the fun can begin. I'm going to stop right here before I babble any further. Have a great weekend and feel free to leave some comments (I'm running out of ideas for entries - can you tell?)

Mooooooooooo

Maureen will be a cow this Halloween. No hidden meaning here, someone gave us a costume. We even found a small, red cowbell to hang around her neck. Should be fun. We'll post photos.

Observation

We were at a party last Saturday night celebrating the birth of Katherine, daughter of friends Christopher and Anne. Maureen was there as were several, several children, many of whom were close to her age. Maureen pretty much camped out with some kids in the endless pit of toys. Now, I don't get a chance to see Mo in action with other kids her age to often - usually she's either by herself, or with much older cousins. At daycare I just drop her off and leave before the interaction starts. We've never received complaints about her playing with others. Imagine my surprise when I saw that little Mo is a toy snatcher - and not shy about it. I was both appalled and proud. My mouth said "No", but my head said, "way to go!" How do you raise a kid who's confident, but not a jerk. Seems like a fine line to me!
I hope you've had a great Monday. It's rainy here, but this rainy-day Monday is not getting me down.

Stormy weather

We all spent a little time in the basement tonight, and expect to be back down there later this evening. We're not sure if a tornado touched down, but there were some bad winds coming through the area. The sirens were howling and the TV weathermen are still jockeying for rating points. The local news drives me crazy. Just show regular programming and cut in from time to time with the "Beep, Beep, Beep" and the robot voice of the National Weather Service. Or run a crawl at the bottom of screen. Please.
We've had problems tonight with our digital cable cutting out. I'm not sure if it's a problem only with digital, but it's been a major pain in the rump.
Maureen is upstairs right now, fast asleep, but we are at the ready to jump upstairs with Ninja-like agility to whisk her back down to the basement with us.
Normally, I've never been a Run to the Basement type of guy. I would always stand in front of the window trying to see what I could see. Now, the wife is very persuasive and it's better to go with the flow instead of rocking the boat. I just read what's been written thus far to her and she laughed about my "going with the flow."
Yes. I'm grumpy tonight.

But last night was a different story. I had three home runs and a double (resulting in a run batted in) during our dartball double header at the Bonnycastle Club. I've refined my granny-style, underhanded horseshoe approach to great effect. What does all of this have to do with Maureen? Not much.

PS: one of the Newscasters asked for us to Please stop calling in to ask for regular programming. Honey, hand me the phone!

Horse feed

Here's a photo of Kristin and Maureen at my boss' cookout last Saturday night.

Artsy!!

B-A-T-H

Word of advice: do not say the word B-A-T-H in front of Maureen unless you have the time and dedication to back your words with action. She goes into crazy convulsions when you mention the word bath, kicking her legs and squealing like a teenager about Bobby Goldsboro, or David or Shawn Cassidy, or Leif Garrett, or any one of the New Kids on the Block (they're all interchangeable.) She suffers through the first 10 minutes of actual cleaning in the tub, and then is 15 minutes of water fun. She has ducks, numbers and letters that stick to the side of the bathtub, and she likes playing with the plastic cups we use to wash her hair. We've never tried bubbles, but I'm sure she would go for that as well.


Maureen is saying "Hi" quite a bit now, only in a southern drawl - more of a "Haigh". She says it mostly when she and Kristin greet me outside when I get home from work. It's funny and heartwarming at the same time.

New Pics

Fun with the laundry

Two new teeth

Maureen has two front teeth now, way ahead of the December 25 deadline. We had to seek these teeth as Mojo was not so anxious to show them off. Kristin had to lean her backwards until she was almost upside down and we had to open our mouths in order for her to mimic us to be able to see them. She definitely does not like us putting our fingers inside her mouth to root around, but honestly, do you like that? She does, however, like when we give her Baby Orajel, though we have to be swift about the application before she sucks it up off our fingers and winds up with a numb tongue.

Her birthday party last Saturday was an absolute gas for her. I've never seen her quite as excited as she was that night. It was all family with the exception of her favorite teacher Unida and her husband John, and our friend Rachel came as well with a beautiful Mylar balloon in hand (all balloons are still standing tall!) I think Maureen was able to understand that since all these important people in her life were here together at one time, it must be for her, and it must be for a good reason. She truly amazed us by being appropriately interested in her presents, and showed great enthusiasm once she saw what was inside the pretty packages. Even the clothes. I believe what put her over the top was being in the family room with a dozen balloons being batted around in a mad frenzy. If she could construct a sentence, she would have said, "This is Awesome!"

Almost an Unhappy Birthday Party

The Traditional Chocolate Cake shot

Yes, we couldn't resist giving our baby free rein on a poor, up-suspecting chocolate cupcake tonight. She was not hesitant and went at it like a pack of wolves on a baby calf. We giggled for a very long time.

She LOVES chocolate cake!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Mo is one today. Hurray!

Countdown to the big day

Good News

Bad News

Dancing lessons

Apparently Mo and her cousin Claire have been sneaking out at night to take dancing lessons. Though we are disappointed that they had to go behind our backs, we are really astonished with the results. Go to http://www.jibjab.com/starring_you/receipt/1009123 to see what they've learned.

One year ago!

Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog celebrating the life of our little girl. We have been through so much in the last year that this entry seems somewhat laughable. Thanks for reading - 6 more days until Maureen's big day!!

Posted 9-28-06 - This is an attempt to document the pending birth of our first child whom we are 99.23% sure has the name Maureen. We are not quite sure what the middle name will be, but our top three contenders remain: Josephine (named for Kristin's Grandmother, Mary Josephine, and for my father, grandfather and brother (for that matter) Joseph(s)), Elizabeth (almost everyone on Kristin's Mother's side of the family (including the men?) have Elizabeth as part of their name, including her grandmother (Ellen) Betty (short for Elizabeth), mother Karen Elizabeth, sister Kathy Elizabeth, and my sister Erin's middle name is also Elizabeth), and Caroline, named for Kristin's sister Carrie (only if born on October 3 - Carrie's birthday.) Our due date is tomorrow, Thursday, September 28; she may come this week, she may come in two weeks. We may have more of an indication after today's doctor appointment. We've had two rough nights this week. Sunday night I had the bright idea to carry out Indian Food (dot, not feather). Though we ordered medium spice, medium holds a significant heat index for non-injuns. By the time we went to bed I found myself timing Kristin's indigestion pains - they were approximately 15 minutes apart. It was good practice for me, a great deal of pain for Kristin.
Last night brought rib pains on Kristin's left side. They were so intense we had to call the doctor. We believe the baby's getting so big the cartilage in Kristin's ribs are being pushed out a bit. The pain is still there, making it hard for her to breath. It wasn't so big of a concern that we had to rush to the hospital, but she is going to the doctor today to get things checked out.
I believe we are as ready as can be expected - we have a ton of pink clothes for the little squirt. I never realized how much pink would become a part of our lives. Of course I was the one that had to know the sex of the baby. Paybacks are hell. We have her room ready to go, the color scheme is Sage Green, Navy Blue and Puke Pink (I made that name up!) We bought a funky rug to lay in front of the crib and Jezebel (the cat) has already given it a trial run and gives it two paws up. The pack and play is in our room, we have bouncy seats, a baby bjorn, excersaucers; things I never knew we needed. The only thing that is hanging over our heads is getting the baby seat base installed properly in the car, which I hear is a necessary step if you want to go home from the hospital with baby in tow. We'll get it done.
That's the set-up. Hopefully we'll keep this going. Please feel free to be a part of our blog by responding, or just check in from time to time to check on Maureen (what's her name's) progress.