Wednesday, August 16, 2006

And we thank you for your support

I can't stand to see the picture of the Sleastack any longer so I have to post something in order to move it on down into the archives as quickly as possible.

I have nothing interesting to say. Prepare yourselves (ha, I say "selves" as though I have people -- plural-- reading my blog. I think I'm the only one, unless I explicitly send a friend the link and say, "Read this and leave a comment so I somewhat look like I have readers.") for boredom beyond recognition. If it gets too tedious, click here and of course heed the warning.

I completed my third triathlon on Saturday. It was the shortest one I've completed to date and I'm insanely proud of the fact that I'm digressing in my training. I lost my timing chip somewhere along the way, so I have no idea how slow I went. The important thing is I finished and I have the t-shirt to prove it.

Sam signed his first sentence. My 10-month old genius of a baby signed, "More, please." I am gushing with pride at my son's intellect and manners. He did this right before he ate a puff off the table with his tongue. "Look, Ma! No hands!"


I mistakenly shared my blog with my parents. It was only then that I realized that I have this picture on this post and tried to quickly scroll past as I was showing my Dad that I have his website linked to my page. He commented that he didn't think he wanted his business associated with a pornographic site and walked away. Again, I fear with the number of readers I have, he has nothing to worry about. And for what its worth, I didn't really lick that statue.

Patrick decided he wants to start a magazine. He was brainstorming ideas with me and decided to create a magazine about Triathlons for Fatties. Rob cleverly came up with the magazine name, "TriFATlon Magazine." My husband, he's a funny guy. I about peed my pants laughing.


I weighed Sam yesterday. The scale read 27.8 lbs. My son is a tank. 'Nuf said.


Rob and I decided to BOTH step on the scale to see what we weigh together. The scale read "OL" which I'm taking to mean either Obsequious Lovers or Over Load. Hm. You decide.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Sammy Sleastack

Sam makes this cute whisper-grunt noise when he is concentrating on something or when he is crawling. Rob says he reminds him of a Sleastack from Land of the Lost.

Hm. I'm not seeing the resemblance. I think this more accurately depicts me at the end of a triathlon. :)

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Our first post-baby vacation

Rob and I went on our cruise. We had a great time. We drank wine. Lots and lots of wine. Alcohol, combined with the time-released medicine from my motion sickness patch, apparently causes me to lick uncircumcised male statues who's entire package is smaller than my tongue.

We really need to get out more.

Slow day

Today is a slow day for me and Sam. Since Rob and I picked him up from my Mom's house, Sam has been sleeping a marvelous 12 hours a night and he is still taking 4 hours worth of naps a day. I know not what my mom did to make this happen, but my eternal gratitude is with her.

Sam and I went for a swim today. He was all chill in his floatie. I expected him to do his crazy splash routine which causes him to inhale sharply from the water flying in his face, but he didn't. He just did his gangsta lean and chilled out. He even wore his hat the entire time. He pointed repeatedly at the table umbrellas and at some birds flying overhead. I gently splashed to spur him into action, but once he tried he frowned at the droplets on his face. He has apparently outgrown that phase. But fear not! A new phase has taken its place! Its the Rub-Food-All-Over-My-Face phase! Any boy is it fun! Nothing I could do could keep this baby clean during lunch today. He seemed to love the carrot-apple-mango facial and even tried some in his hair. He seemed to love even more the sight of me walking up with the camera. He gave me a Cheshire Cat grin when he heard the camera power up. Baby being cute = Mom takes pictures. It's like he knew.