Grrr, get the kitty

Its hard to deny myself the little smiles I get from thinking about 'some day'... "Some day I'll be cheering on FIN as he tackles his opponent on the Tigers team", or "Some day he'll be inspired to rock out to Eye of the Tiger", or, and lets hope this isn't the case, "Some day FIN will be beating up the other school's mascot of a Tiger".
***FIN wasn't wearing this outfit when he left the house this morning which means he must've had an accident. Like the header line says, he'll blame me later for ruining his life :-)

The picture is dark & fuzzy, but thats a laughing baby

This is what happens when you have an empty water bottle and you squeeze it in FINs face. Listening is about all you get to do on this one, but its F-U-N-N-Y!

Confession

Its important to note that this entry is my equivalent to going to the therapist office, and for those of you that can't relate - church, to confess what has been plaguing me all day. This morning FIN took a slo-mo nose dive off the bed. I play it over and over in my head, as I turn around from having my back to him for a minute, watching this chubby hand reach forward for the ground that just wasn't there, land on his head and flip on his back. To say "I lost it" doesn't give the moment justice. Francisco, in heroic form, calmly said as I hold onto the wimpering baby, and me screaming a scream that stemmed from my toes, to give him the baby. Long story short, FIN is ok. I'm pretty sure the daycare lady has turned her phone off because I have called every hour on the hour, wanting to know if, I don't know, FIN is spewing pea soup from his ears.

Work has been reassuring. Other people have come out of the wood work with confessions of their parental mishaps of momentary backs to babies. My favorite, however, was my dad recounting the many times my sister took diggers off the kitchen table, went down the stairs in her baby-walker, almost bit her tongue off... I'm thinking that he must still feel a little bad, but don't worry dad, you've been vindicated. Sara is doing fine, that bitch is on a cruise as I type. ;-)

Random pics and thoughts

If FIN could talk, I'm certain he would say,

"So my mom got a new phone, with lots more buttons. For some reason she thinks I would still like to play with the old one, but I know better. I know that one can't make outgoing calls. How am I supposed to make the necessary calls to do stuff like, I don't know, hire Bobo the clown?! Anyway, I wasn't about to sit still for pictures with the new phone, so you are all stuck looking at semi-blurring photos of me. Haha, that will teach you all. **sniff**sniff**, does something smell funny?"

6 Month Update

When the doc came into the exam room today and saw FIN, his response was "Whoa, you're a big'en", I think that was short for big one. But rightfully so, his stats are:

21lbs 2oz - 90 to 95th percentile

28 inches tall - 90 to 95th percentile

80th percentile for head size

As a new parent, I marvel in how much he can do, how much he has grown, and just how ding dang cute he is. He is just so happy, and prove it, he pulled off having a double ear infection, unbeknownst to me or his father. I blame his father for not noticing, because when we signed our parental agreement forms, mine stated to birth, feed, clothe, love, hug, diaper, and so on and so forth. His form was - to notice all ailments and to drink beer with when he gets older... clearly he failed :-)

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Does this kid even look like me?