So apparently there was an issue with my old blog, so here are all my old posts so everyone can be up to date.
Aunty Nicole and Poison Potatoes
November 22, 2010
Last night I got to take my bestie friend Nicole to go see baby Trae. Sadly for her he was having a rough night, his tummy was a bit upset. Even though he was fussy for a bit of the night he was still the cutest baby in the whole wide world! He loved meeting his aunt Nicole.
Tonight, as I was mixing my mashed potatoes on my plate I saw something a little funny poke out the side. So I go to grab it thinking, "Where did a piece of asparagus come from? We aren't having asparagus tonight." As I pulled it out I quickly realized that the one inch long cylinder that was heavy and burning my finger was definitely not asparagus. It was a pice of metal. There was a piece of metal in my mashed potatoes. Turns out a piece of the hand mixer fell off into the potatoes and I happened to pull out the chunk it was resting in. Boy am I glad I mixed those potatoes before chomping down on a nice hunk of metal!
November 18, 2010
Traeson is now a whole 3 weeks and 1 day old. He is a whopping 9 lbs. 4 oz. (That's 1 lb. 9 oz. bigger than he was at birth.) He was once I tiny little baby, and now has a double chin. Let the rolls begin!
I think you may have gotten the wrong idea
November 10, 2010
I think I may have offended you a few weeks back when i had that nurse put a little tubey in you and drain you for all you're worth. It wasn't because I didn't trust you to do you job, it was because I was number from the belly down and could not walk to the bathroom. So please stop punishing me and releasing your fluids whenever you feel like. I know you can do your job, in fact, you are quite good at it. So please accept my apology for not explaining my motives beforehand.
Now you are not so loved as my dear bladder. Remember those fun little games we played trying to get you to go away? Well, those weren’t games. I was really trying to get you to go away. It just not working between us. It’s not you, it’s me. I want to finish my schooling first. I’m not ready for a serious relationship. And just because I went to see baby Traeson last night does not mean I want you back. So please, let’s stop the charade and go our separate ways. It would be very much appreciated.
alexa. you so freakin dang funny! I love that! The bladder one make me pee and pee and roll and roll on the floor. You da best.
Can't get enough
Novemeber 6, 2010
So because I just love pictures of this little boy and, thanks to the greatest adoptive mom ever, have only about a million so far. Here is just a bunch of them to show off how stinkin’ cute he is!
These are taken on the blanket I made him.
Isn't he just so precious? And this really is how he is all the time, just so peaceful.
Then there are always the goofy ones. He is so tiny that hardly any of his clothes fit him, his mom had to go out and buy smaller ones because he had nothing to wear. And him with his beach baby, I think they are going to become great friends.
He made it home just in time for Halloween. He was 3 days old and the plan was for him to be a pirate, but then he was drowning in the outfit and the eye patch was a bit more like a face patch, so he was the cutest little bull dog you’ve ever seen instead.
So these last few don’t really go together, but they don’t really go with anything else. They are just bits from the many photo shoots Dani does with little Trae. There has never been a more photographed baby, I’m sure of it.
All kinds of crazy
November 5, 2010
Today was the first day since placement that I went up to see little Traeson. Talk about an exciting day. Chris, Dani, and Trae, along with Eric and I, got some “family” pictures taken.
Crazy #1: Two set of parents, one baby
“Casually look at each other,” the photographer said. We all took that as awkwardly-look-and-laugh-at-each-other.
Crazy #2: Was that baby on a motorcycle?
So we forget to check Trae’s hair, he looks like he was caught in windstorm. But who doesn’t love a brandy new baby with a full head of hair?
Crazy #3: When a baby loses it
None of us were quite sure how Trae was able to simultaneously go cock eyed and stick out his tongue. I attribute it to an hour long photo session with no nap breaks. he was a little pooped and apparently went mad.
Crazy #4: Only took you 8 days..
I birthed a genius! Trae is only 8 days old and can already hold a binky in his mouth with his hand. He doesn’t totally have the sucking thing down, he’s a little too aggressive and shoots it out, but he found the solution for that one!
Crazy #5: And faceplant!
All the pictures of him screaming are on Dani’s camera, but he did not enjoy this one bit. Believe it or not, it is not small task to keep a baby still for more than 7 seconds in the position you want. We are making casts of his hands and feet. We’ll see how those turn out..
So I promise baby Traeson is the most adorable little guy you will ever see, and doesn’t always look so crazy. To prove it here are some other pictures from the photo shoot:
Definitely one of the craziest, and best, days I’ve ever had. I love this little boy and he couldn’t be more perfect.
OH I LOVE THESE! So so so cute! I can’t wait to see more!
SO SO SO SO cute! I love him! You belong in the valley of the gorgeous Alexa.
November 4, 2010
After many weeks of considering it, then being told today that I must, I have started a blog. Apparently many people are interested in my life, and since I lack an addiction to Facebook a blog seems to be the only solution.