High School Reunion

No. Not the ACTUAL high school reunion. This was the reunion of us girls...women...no, wait...mommies. O. M. G. I never thought there would ever be the day when all of us were in a house filled with babies. Lots and lots of babies. It was a beautiful madness and I still have a smile on my face. The last time we were all together...we were fawning over our friend's daughter, G. She was the only kid in the circle. Now she's the eldest of six!!!

It's still incredible to me that we all ended up having babies at the same time. What the #@*$%!! Right?! It makes no sense except that God has a plan. There were those of us trying for years. Those of us who weren't. And those of us totally not planning at all. So this baby boom is just a big mystery to me.

This is G. The big sis of the group. Sweet, no?

And this is cutie E, who in so many ways is like W's twin. Welcome to America!!

Here's little M, holding on to his monkey. How cute is that!

We all know little B. He's a good boy.

And the baby of the group, precious K. Look at her holding her head up like there's no tomorrow!

Don't worry, my little man. I didn't forget about you. He loves his auntie K.

It was nuts. So many babies around, crying, pooping, wipes of all brands, and a collection of diaper bags big enough to open our own store. I loved every second of it(except when W fell back and hit his head. Poor guy). These guys get funnier and funnier as they get older. Wait until they start baby talking to each other. Do babies have inside jokes?

Look at my cellphone, it's soooo cool!

Oops. Nevermind.

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Don't look at me. I didn't do it.

Thank you Auntie B for my microphone. How did you know I wanted to be a singer?

The gang. Look at W and E crying. Told you they could be twins. LOL!

It was only a few short hours we got to spend together. But let me tell you, each of us could've used a nap by the end. As we all took turns feeding our babies and changing dirty diapers, I got this overwhelming feeling of fulfillment and joy. I still remember passing notes in class, gossiping about boys and stressing about our AP Bio quizzes. Can't believe it's been over 10 years!! I won't say the exact number so don't ask. No matter how different our lives are, we're all here together as sisters, sharing this new chapter of mommyhood. I'm one very lucky girl.

Man, next time, we might have even more kids on that couch. You know what that means, right? Time to get a bigger couch!

Shut The Front Door!

Lunges. I do a lot of lunges. W is constantly trying to crawl away from me and I spend my day chasing him, picking him up and repeating this process until it's time for his nap. I love how happy he gets because he can get around on his own now. He gets this huge grin on his face when he's on the move, leaving a trail of drool behind. Love it!

You know who doesn't love it? Bug. Poor Bug. For some odd reason, W keeps crawling to Bug's doggie bowl and it's really stressing the poor dog out. He eats like 5 times a day now! He's so paranoid that W is going to eat his food, he just starts stuffing his face even though he's not hungry!! Any solutions? Is our dog going to blimp out? I'll keep you posted. Even though it drives Bug nuts, I love watching the baby crawl there. He knows he's not supposed to so he tries real hard to get there fast and sometimes, he beats me. I'll admit it. He's dipped his little fingers in Bug's water bowl quite a few times.

He loves trekking over from his room into ours. And when P is in the bathroom, W turbo crawls. Then he just watches his daddy get ready for work.

I hope I have as much hair as you do, daddy.

Help!! The baby is coming towards me with a mouth full of drool!!!

Yes, you may use that sock to wipe your face. In fact, please do.

I shall climb and conquer this mountain of mommy! (pls ignore laundry in the background)

I AM THE MASTER OF THE CRAWL! RAAAAARRRRR! YOU SHALL NEVER ESCAPE ME NOW!

It's a little scary now because W keeps pulling himself up to stand. Most of the time, he can sit back down on his own. But sometimes, he just gets this blank stare going and then he'll let go of whatever is holding him up and CRASH!! And as we all know, his noggin is not little. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Poor guy. That reminds me, gotta buy some pillows to put around the house.

My hands have been busy, trying to make as much as I can for his birthday. Don't worry, I'm not going overboard. It's just that I want W to have a great party and if my two hands can make that happen, I'm going to do it. Besides...I love making stuff. All kinds of stuff! So this is right up my alley. We splurged on the photographer but that's about it. Everything is made with paper and glue. LOL! My only regret is not having started this much earlier. I wanted a themed party at first. And I thought Star Wars, baby!!! It's perfect!! P's a huge fan and this would be such the "circle of life" type of thing, but W is too young to appreciate it, so it'll have to wait. These awesome cookies will have to wait as well.

OMG, only two more months!!! Ahhhh!! Where's that glue gun?!

My Water Baby

I wasn't sure how he'd handle the water. I have photos of me as a baby, crying my eyes out at the beach when my mom took me in the water. To this day, I don't like being in the water. I don't hate it, but .... I could name a couple hundred other things I'd rather do first, know what I mean? So, I was really surprised to see W having such a great time :) P was real good about warming him up to the water. Eventually, we ended up with a happy water baby!

I bought this floaty thing at Babies R Us. Cute, right? But sooo poorly designed. All the air is in the front if the baby leans back at all, he'd probably flip over!!

Here's our solution. I hope W riding in the back seat of the police car isn't indicative of future events.

He was totally fascinated by this group cannonball. One day, my son. One day.

P was showing him how to splash in the pool.

Am I doing it right, dad? LOL!!

And he just kept splashing and splashing...

Until he was totally drenched!!

When can we come back, mommy?

Sigh. Look at that face.