THAT was really stupid!!!

What was I thinking? If you have ever owned a cat, you'll know what I'm talking about...

As I sat at the computer bloging, I heard my cat start hacking in the front room. Every time I can catch her, I throw her into the bathroom so she'll throw up on the linolium and I won't have to clean up the carpet. This particular time, I was fortunate enough to catch her, by the neck and throw her into the bathroom. Just as she landed in the bathroom, I looked to find the bathmat was down (rare), and of course, she was perched over the mat. I instinctively grabbed the corner of the mat and threw it into the tub. Then I immediately began congratulating myself for having avoided another cleanup project when I looked up. This is what I saw... yeah, gross!

I had thrown the bathmat just as Precious threw up on it. Now I have 2 messes to clean up. Thus my stupidity gives way to yet another project. I believe that the guy who invented chlorox wipes deserves every penny! (Though I think it was a woman)

Baby Porter in his blessing outfit. Thanks everyone for your love and support!

Crying it out

I'm sick of 45 minute naps. I guess I've always known this needed to happen, but lived with it until now. We've come to the end of our rope with middle-of-the-night feedings. I guess we shouldn't complain, cause he's a great nite-sleeper. He goes right down at night, and then right back down after he's fed, it's just the noisy wake-ups we hate.

Maybe I should feel bad about this, but I don't. He has never slept in our room. After a week vacation I am so glad this is the case. We didn't sleep remotely well with him in the same room with us. In fact, we keep our doors open at home, but keep a fan going so we don't hear his cute little noises he makes in his sleep. Then we know only to get him when he's really awake and hungry.

Yet, the time has come to teach him to sleep through the night. Any more putting it off, and it'll just get harder, right? One thing we know...he's stubborn! He will not give in easily. In fact, as I write this right now, he's crying away in his crib, cause he doesn't want to go back to sleep. I say nap time isn't over. I have to force myself to let him cry, though I hate to listen to it. This morning I took a shower during his cries, and now I have the drone of the computer fan to keep his cries muffled. He will learn, right?

So we decided to let him cry out his nights starting this weekend. From what we've heard and read, it should only take about 5 days, right? Then it's the dreaded Thanksgiving weekend, and we'll be at Grandmas, so he'll have to be sleeping throught the night by then, right?

I feel like I can't do this, but do I have a choice? He's healthy, and giving him a good night's sleep is really for the best, right? Help!

Is there a chance he's in that 5%-tile that won't learn by crying it out? I'm warning the neighbors tonight.

He's a pumpkin... literally!

We had our traditional halloween this year. Every year we get together with Evan's sister to carve pumpkins the week of halloween. Now that we live closer, we were over every night last week. Now, I'm not talking about carving pumpkins the way you're thinking, I'm talking week-long sculpting and planning, tracing patterns, power tools, intricate carving knives, etc. Laura goes all out! Last year we carved something like 62 pumpkins.

Anyway, we had a good time this year, as usual, and Evan's other sister, Terri suggested we put baby P IN a pumpkin! That sounded easy enough. I sculpted out his name, and carved out 2 leg holes, and Voila! His first Halloween costume was born. As you can see, he didn't really like it, but he'll laugh at the pictures in years to come. Thanks Laura for letting us tear apart your house!