Jun 09 2006

Le PINCE, Monsieur Bretodeau!

(I’ve probably butchered the spelling. Sorry, Naomi. Please don’t be TOO disappointed in me!)

Cole is in a pinching stage right now. He doesn’t pinch to be mean and it’s really more like he grabs with the tips of his fingers than pinches like an older kid would. But it still hurts. He likes to squeeze the fat on the back of my arm and on my side. He also grabs the tendons in my neck. And, recently, he has been grabbing my waddle.

You know the waddle- the skin along the front of your neck that’s just a bit looser to allow you to put your head back. The first time I heard that name for it was on Ally McBeal. I didn’t watch that show for long- I got into it late and got out when it turned unabashedly weird with all the forced strange character traits, weirdly unfeminist and sexist character development, and absolutely plodding plot. But anyway- the waddle.

I don’t have much of a waddle- I don’t look like a turkey or anything, but there’s just enough skin there for Cole to grab and pinch. And he doesn’t just do it once. Instead, he squeezes repeatedly, as if he were trying to milk a cow.

I know he doesn’t realize what he’s doing, but every time he squeezes my fat I feel like everyone is noticing all of the extra I have and I get really embarrassed (Does it make me stop stuffing doritos in my face? No. But it’s still embarrassing)(By the way- Doritos and wine, as suggested by Beth= really good idea).

I guess I’m not asking for advice or anything. I’m just thinking out loud.

(I mean, you guys do realize that this blog is 100% stream of thought and that I don’t edit posts AT ALL. Each one takes no more than about 15 minutes.)

(Now you’re all thinking “Oh! That explains a LOT! Except, Oh. Oh my. Much freakier than we even realized. Gosh. I think I’ll stop reading now.”)

Jun 09 2006

Project: Cole Update

Oh, a blossoming nerdling. How sweet…


The nerd baby will slay you with his light saber and then eat 10 frozen burritos.

Cole has now decided that this is the appropriate face to make EVERY time I try to take a picture of him. It would be hilarious if it didn’t mean that I can never show you haw cute he truly is:


Seriously- he made this face EVERY TIME! I am NOT joking!!! It was maddeningly frustrating! But also hilarious.

It was an unintentional hiatus I took from blogging the last few days. Wednesday Blogger was being a bitch (like, what else is new?) and I had a CRAZY day at work. Thursday I took the day off because Cole had his well baby checkup. With shots.

Ouch, ouch and……………………ouch!

But he was so brave and strong. He cried for a second until I picked him up and gave him kisses. I love having the power to make it all better. It helped that the nurse was the quickest draw I’ve EVER seen. She was slapping those bandaids on faster than I could say Mercury poisoning.

He checked out just fine. He’s now 19lbs, 8 oz. and 28 1/2 inches tall- long and THIN for his age! Can you believe it? Those cheeks and he’s still considered thin…

Random beautiful baby parts:


He’s mine and still I say “squee, Squee, SQUEE!”

And guess who finally found the black and white setting on her camera? Shut up. I don’t have a manual- I FOUND my camera, remember? I have to figure it all out by myself. What? There are websites about that?

Shut up.