The Dance

Sunday, Brian and I were making breakfast when "My eyes adore you" by Frankie Valli came on. Brian started to laugh as he always references the Jersey Boys as the reason why I like The Four Seasons now. (True story).
That laugh soon turned into a slow dance, a cheesy one but one that we both wanted at the same time. I think the last time we danced together was at our wedding. And maybe a hip shake here and there from time to time.
Jack seeing us dance had a strange reaction.
"No. Stop dancing!"
We both looked at each other. Then started to crack up. I don't know if Jack was upset that we didn't include him in the dance, or that Papa took Mama away for a bit. Who knows?
That was his only complaint. He then returned to playing with his trains.

The Fourth Birthday

A little late in this posting, but I wanted to continue the tradition of where Jack was at his birthday time.

January 22, 2008 - 5:33 pm


January 22, 2009 - 5:33 pm

January 22, 2010 - 5:33 pm -


January 22, 2011 - 5:34 pm.
 January 22, 2012 - 5:33 pm

Our sweet, little but not so little Jack. Ever the train enthusiast, growing into such a handsome young  boy. This is our kid? Happily, yes he is.

The Fifth Month

We had our first virus with Charlie. It was a scary one. He was having fevers every day and by the 4th day, we both thought that something was up. At that point we were both thinking it was teething fevers. But Charlie was just getting hotter and hotter. We checked his temp and at one point, his fever raked in at 103!! Enough was enough and we took him to urgent aid. It turned out that he was on the cusp of getting an ear infection so he received a round of antibiotics for 10 days. It really wasn't a full 10 days of medicine since I suck at giving my kids medicine. I would forget every day til the next day, Brian would ask, Did you give Charlie his medicine.?" Duh, no, and then I would smack my head against the wall.

Jack had an interesting month. He is slowly learning that babies cry and he is deciding that at last, he doesn't like it. He shows this by laughing. He laughs every time Charlie cries and it drives Brian and myself up the wall. It sounds somewhat maniacal and it is like nails on a chalkboard when we hear it. We constantly tell him that it is not nice to laugh at your little brother but he gives us this look like " I will laugh anyways." If for any other reason, I would laugh when he laughs like this, but the reason why he is laughing is not so cute. It takes a lot of patience to tell him over and over again to not do it, here's hoping that he will stop soon enough.

This was also the month that we decided to baptize the boys. I know and have my reason on why we held out for so long, but a baptism is just a day right? Like Steve Brady said in Sex and The City " Miranda, if you don't believe in the baptism, just think of it as sprinking water on the babies head."
Or something like that. Sorry boys, that is the last time I mention Sex and the City on your blog.

The Look Alikes

Two kids, born 4 years apart. The first photo is Charlie at 5 months. The photo below is Jack at 5 months. These two are definitely brothers. No doubt. And also stinkin' adorable.

The Sneaky Smile

The first pic was when we were about to go to the park and I said , alright here we go! And Charlie gave me his usual serious look.
The second pic was his smile that he gave after I said his name in the cutesey, mama needs to use it to get a smile voice. It worked and he looked adorable.

The Swing

I couldn't stop laughing when I placed Charlie in the baby swing. Not because of his serious look, which by the way Charlie has mastered THE most serious baby look that I have ever seen, but Charlie didn't fit in the swing.
Yes, he didn't fit. He is such a big baby, that his arms were squished to the sides and he couldn't even move them around. No wonder he had a serious look.
Jack at four is a little too big to be going on the baby swings, but I was happy to place him in there for today. Just so I can swing my two boys at the same time.

The Favorite Photo

The Tired Nights

We thought that it was tiring just to get up at 12:30 am, when Jack would wander aimlessly into our room only to put him back in bed. And not before we would make him go into the bathroom for a midnight pee, and deal with him crying cause he was tired and just wanted to sleep.
Confused? So are we at 12:30 am.
Now comes the virus that Charlie is currently battling. This is his first time he is sick and it sucks. Let me say that again. It sucks. He is feverish, has a bit of cough and is on the verge of getting an ear infection. Thankfully, the doctor has prescribed some antibiotics that he has to take and gags every time he takes it. Poor kid already gags when he takes his Tylenol and Motrin. He's only 5 months!!!! Also, the good doctor said that he would have to take a nebulizer treatment since he is a bit congested. But he should take it in the morning and we should pay attention to how he reacts, since that medicine tends to make a kid crazy.
I was just getting used to the fact that Jack has to take a nebulizer treatment for his sporadic cough. And now I find my other son having to do it.
I couldn't take it. Yesterday was the worst and I just cried as I watched Charlie wince in pain, hot and burning with his fever and probably in pain because of his ear. Breastfeeding didn't soothe him. A pacifier didn't soothe him. Our rocking him and shushing him didn't soothe him. I felt horrible and was just thinking of the endless night that lay before us of the crying and no sleep.
So I cried. A lot. I was exhausted and realized that many more nights like this were in store for us. I wanted some magic fairy to literally come through the window and sprinkle some dust so Charlie can be well again. When she didn't come, I shaked off my tears and tried to be the strong mama. I gave Charlie one last try of breastfeeding (it worked ) and put Jack to bed.
A tired mama I am, and I really hope last night was the worst for us.