Layla vs Liam aka Jack aka Maybe Jack

Layla so wants to be like her big brother and older Irish twin.  She wants to be able to hold Liam, carry him from room to room, or carry him outside to the car.  But I don't let her.  I tell her, he's half her size.  But I am more than happy to let her sit on the sofa or on the bed or on the floor and hold him.  And she does, until he starts crying, fussing, or she loses interest.  Usually the later happens first.

So anyhoo, we went to the doctor and four-month-old Liam weighed in at 18 lbs and 10 ozs.  He's not as chunky as Teddy was.  When Jory weighed that much, he was walking.

Layla goes to the doctor and she weighs in at 39 1/2 lbs.

There is an 11 pound difference between my baby and Liam.  There is six and a half year age difference between the two of them.

Our doctor is young and so sweet.  He won't call Liam fat.  Uh, he is.  And he basically said, my baby can't afford to miss a meal.

It's a good thing I don't let her walk around the house holding him.  One throwing back of the head and they'd both topple to the ground.  (Not that he throws back his head, but in case he did.)

MLK Weekend

So I put Liam at the end of the baby's bed, while I supervised the girls cleaning out the drawers, since no one knows how to make sure clothes are actually folded properly and laying in the drawer and not sticking out of the drawer.  I looked down and Liam was in my lap.  I thought that's odd.  Did he move up here on his own?  Nah.

I turned him around facing the opposite end of the bed and waited.  Next thing I knew, Pinky and the Brain was on the move.  Friday night of MLK weekend, he lived out Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King's cry, "Free at last!  Free at last!" 

My Pinky is on the move.  God help us all.

The difference between the first and the fourth

When Jory did new things, I was so excited.  I wanted to tell the whole world.  I called Mona at 6AM to let her know her three-month-old nephew rolled over from stomach to back.  She thought someone had died or was hurt.  Really a 6AM call makes you think death?  And not my first nephew from my only sister just rolled over?  Bygones...


I put Liam on his back on his little activity center thingy so I could get ready and take Jory to guitar lessons.  When I walked back into the family room, Liam was on his stomach.  Wait, I put him on his back right?

"Did I roll over by himself?"  I asked his Oma, who was sitting on the sofa behind him.

"Yes," she answered.

He can roll from his back to his stomach to his back. "Ugh.  Now he's dangerous," I said to myself, under my breath. 

And there you have it, the difference between being number one and being number four.  Jory rolling over from back to stomach - -  YIPPEEEE!!!  My baby is a genius.  Liam doing it - UGH!  This combined with his other new skill, really?!  Why can't he stay a cute, non-moving, non-talking baby?

There are tons of perks with being the first.

Francesca Battistelli, "This Is the Stuff"

I was watching UP and this video came on and the song perfectly describes my next few posts and sometimes my life in general.



I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please 'cause I can't find my phone

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use

45 in a 35 sirens and fines
While I'm running behind
Whoa ho ho

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess,
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use

So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I've got a new appreciation
It's not the end of the world
Whoa ho ho ho

Oooooh This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff
Someone save me
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use

Whoa whoa ho ho
This is the stuff You use.

I think Sarah would get this story, but I don't have her email and we all know I'm hopeless with FB so someone please...

pass this story on.


We're driving in the car, Layla sees a billboard and says, "That's the cowboy."

"What cowboy?" Rowan asks.

"The one from the show.  The one who sings 'Drunk on a Plane.'"

My heart sinks.  Crap!  I'm glad we listen to country, but I don't want my six-old year saying phrases like "Drunk on a plane."  But on the other hand, yeah, she recognizes Blake Shelton on The Voice billboard.  Sadly, he doesn't sing "Drunk on a Plane." which by the way is a great song.

Damien Storona

I love my mom, I may disagree with her, she may be insane... but I love her.

  - It's like he's inside my head.

The next night....

he was up for 15 minutes.  It's working!!!  Then he woke back up thirty minutes later and it took twenty minutes to put him back down.  The next night, he'll do better.  But of course, the next night he had the sniffles and then all bets were off.  And the following week when he was better, it just clicked for him and with no effort on my part he slept through the night.  #GreatestBabyEverBornon12/2