Photos of babies

Our very dear friends Kyle and Sarah are visiting Maine this week. We were so excited to meet little Katy in person. She's a talker and is so adorable. Katy and Timothy got to spend some time together yesterday.

Size-wise, Timothy is fatter, longer and has a bigger head. Katy out does him with her talking, ability to hold things and her neck muscles. She can really hold her head up. Poor Timothy has a hard time because his head is so big.


Here they are laughing and talking together. Katy did most of the talking...typical woman.


And here is Timothy this morning posing for his three month photo with Pooh.

One of those days

Today was one of those days...

Ryan threw up at lunch after choking on a bell pepper that he didn't bother chewing. Lucky for us, I always carry a change of clothes in the diaper bag. I didn't have clean shoes for him, though, and it bugged him for the rest of the afternoon (I had clean socks). Adam had the joy of cleaning him up in the men's bathroom.

Then, we went to visit my brother-in-law and my niece. While playing outside, barefoot, Ryan stepped in dog pooh. To top it off, we didn't know what he stepped in at frist and he touched it! He was trying to wipe it off his foot. Adam had the joy of cleaning that stinky mess up too.

And then... we're driving home, Timothy is sreaming (he always cries in the car, plus he had four shots yesterday) and Ryan starts saying, "It hurts. It hurts." I suppose he was meaning his stomach hurt because two seconds later he was throwing up all over the backseat. Sigh... We both had the joy of cleaning that up. Thank God for the throw up contingency kit in our trunk (Ryan's thrown up too many times for us not to have it there. It consists of a few large trash bags, extra diapers, fabric cleaner for the car and Febreeze).

While we're laughing at it now, it wasn't so funny earlier today. We're both beat and we're hoping there is no more throwing up this week.

Silly Ryan

Here are some random silly things Ryan has said or done in the past month.

• Yesterday, he ventured downstairs by himself while I was in the bathroom. When I went to find out what he was doing, he said his hair was wet from the rain. Now, it had been raining outside so I began trying to figure out where the water could be coming from. When I took a closer look at his hair I realized he'd put diaper rash cream in his hair and what he was trying to tell me was that he needed a bath.
• One evening when we were reading a book about dinosaurs, I pointed out that the dino had a tissue. I was about to tell Ryan he was using it to wipe away his tears when Ryan asks, "Sneeze?" Well that would be a logical explaination since we tell Ryan he has to wipe his nose with a tissue when he sneezes.
• Ryan has a potty that he sometimes uses. He agreed to put on big boy underpants the other day. Right after he went to the door and asked to go in the pool. We use a real swimsuit on him when he goes swimming, not the swim diapers. I guess he figured that the underpants were a smaller version of a swimsuit.
• Pee-doh is how Ryan pronounces Play-doh.
• If Ryan comes up to you and asks for a "new." He'd like his diaper to be changed. I suppose this is because both Adam and I always tell him he needs a new diaper when he needs to be changed.
• A half hour after putting Ryan to bed one evening, he came running into our room and said, "ta-da!" He wasn't so happy when we walked him back to his room and put him back to bed.
• Yesterday, I was sure Ryan put his plate from lunch next to the sink while I was feeding Tim. While helping him clean up his toys last night, I opened the seat of his Mater ride-on to discover he had put the plate and the last two bites of his sandwich inside.

One never knows what a two year old will do or say next.

A sixth sense?

Dear husband is convinced I have a sixth sense. He's sure of this because I can ruin a surprise like no other and I've been doing it for years. I just feel or know something and I ruin all his fun.

I'll give you a few examples. Once Adam and I took a trip up to Bangor to see some friends. On the drive I was getting hungry and mentioned that it would be wonderful to eat Quiznos. At the time, there were no Quiznos sub shops in Maine. I really missed our Friday Quiznos outing from our college days in Illinois and was just expressing my craving for the food. We get to Bangor and pull into this shopping centre and I scream, "Quiznos! Oh my gosh, did you see there's a Quiznos?"

Adam had only been planning this surprise for over a week and my one mention of it ruined it for him.

I've ruined surprises for massages, dates at a specific restaurant just by mentioning things just prior to the surprise. He's even convinced I knew about my baby shower, but I honestly had no clue. I also have this sense when I think someone may be pregnant. I'll say to Adam, "wouldn't it be nice if so and so would/could have a baby?" They call and tell us they are pregnant within a few days.

My sixth sense came in handy this week. I need to give you some background information first for this story to be clear. When we put all of our belongings into storage the storage company gave us this horrible payment booklet with a little sticker on the front that stated our due date was X day of each month. I hate these booklets. I really stink using the pages in them. I do well for the first few months and then I just forget them.

Well, I missed a payment one month and got the late notice in the mail a month later. Adam and I discussed the issue and decided it would work best if they just charged our credit card each month and then I'd pay that bill. In addition, we'd be earning dollars at a local store we love.

Other than that one charge each month, we generally do not use our credit card and if we do it's rare.

So when I get a bill last month that has a charge on it for {horrible store that will not be named} I called the credit card company to dispute it. When I talked to the first lady I asked if the car could be frozen or the number changed to avoid future charges since someone obviously had our number. We did all the steps and I was satisfied.

So my sixth sense worked yesterday. I just had this feeling I should check out our card online. There was another large charge from {horrible store that will not be named} on our supposedly non-existent card.

I called the credit card company. The first lady I spoke to told me there was no way to stop future charges like this (uh, yeah, I'm not buying that) and after we argued for a while, I hung up unsatisfied. I called Adam and expressed my frustration to him and got some advice for the next phone call.

I called the company again and this time asked for someone in the fraud department. We sorted out the issue. The card is no longer usable and since we've had bad customer service with the credit card company, we've closed the account (we know it's not the best credit move, but we're just super frustrated with them).

I'd also like to mention that {store that will not be named} has a phone number, which when you dial it, it rings, and rings, and rings. No one ever answers. Also, when I Googled {store that will not be named} I discovered other people had similar charges from them.

I'm glad my sixth sense came in handy before more charges were made.