ONE-derful!

Our boy is one! Actually, our boy turned one a week ago and life has been a whirlwind ever since. My friend, Sarah, flew in on Friday for a visit and for Adrian's party. I haven't seen her since the fourth grade (well, I did see her once for a half hour or so when we were 14, but she doesn't remember it, so I don't count it - ha!) and we've been out of touch all these years. About 6 months ago, I reconnected with her via the internet and we just picked up right where we left off. It's pretty amazing! We had a fabulous, all-together-too-short weekend together and are already planning a repeat get-together.

Saturday the big one-year-old took his first steps! He took four or five and he is giving no indication of a repeat performance anytime soon. :)

Sunday was his big party in the park. It was a gorgeous, semi-cool morning with almost the whole "digger park" to ourselves.

Monday was his one-year checkup. The beast, as we affectionately all him, is still a beast. He weighed in at 23 lbs., 11 oz.! He also has an ear infection of which I had no suspicion! Poor guy!

So, yes... the first year has flown by. I am a bit sadly nostalgic that the baby days are mostly gone and I am quickly becoming a mother of two big boys. I am happy, though, to anticipate a future of much joy with my little people. I am blessed.

I watched Elena last week while Heidi went to her new job training. Having 33% more children and double the babies went remarkably well. I was even able to get some exercise and a couple good shots for Adrian and Elena's wedding video... :)

I lied...

... It's been way longer than a week since I promised a forthcoming blog. Is anyone still out there?

My mom and dad left early this morning after a three-day visit. I am insanely jealous of people who get to live geographically close to their families... especially those with children.

Speaking of children... Mine are growing up. Fast. I'm not sure that I approve of this. Dominic starts preschool on September 8. This is not too much of a monumental milestone for me in and of itself except as it relates to the fact that this time next year, my baby will go to kindergarten. That's right, folks. Kindergarten. Five days a week. For which he'll need me to buy him a backpack. This is serious.

And Adrian, my sweet little newborn, is on the brink of his first birthday. Was I not just pregnant with him, like... yesterday?

Whoever said, "The days creep by, but the years fly by" hit the nail on the head. This is how people get old. Why do I suddenly feel myself hurtling toward being a crazy old cat lady?

Whoa.

Although busy, life is good... No one is sick right now, Adrian is sleeping all night again (phew!), and they just put in a Cheesecake Factory a mile from my house. :) I will bloggity blog this week, I promise!

B-U-S-T-E-D!!!

Where have I been? Well, fielding dramanic (drama + Dominic = "dramanic"... one of my favorite and oh-so-appropriate words) of course! Actually, the "incidents" have subsided a bit since my last post. Now I am just dealing with the usual daily messes and accidents, per the usual. What a relief! (Knock on wood) I have discovered that there is a direct correlation between those "incidents" and the days that we stay inside for the most part and don't go anywhere or do anything. Let me tell ya... A trip every day somewhere is worth avoiding that!

Anywho...

So, in between diaper changing, kid-book reading, snot wiping, and feeding, I've been up to the usual... Having celebrities over for catered lunches, leaving the kids with their respective nannies and picking up a few things at Louis Vuitton and Versace, jetting down for quick jaunts in the Caribbean. You know...

Contrary to rumors I've heard are flying, I am still alive and still of mainly sound body and mind. Ok, so the sound mind part might be a bit of a stretch, but what's new, right? Since arriving home from North Carolina last weekend, I have been outlandishly busy with the norm, on top of playing fielder to my destructo four-year-old. Dominic has suddenly become fiercely independent and very... er... curious and "helpful" (his word, not mine). Let me give you a run-down of the past five days...



Day #1 - Dominic dropped a large-ish container of yogurt all over the CARPETED dining room floor. It landed in such a precise way that I am still cleaning up hard, sticky spots that have dried a good ten feet away from the area of impact.



Day #2 - During his "rest time", Dominic's four-year-old mind concluded that it would be a good idea to pour half a bottle of baby vapor bath down his drain (and, of course, inadvertently onto the carpet and every other surrounding porous surface) and dump a nearly-full bottle of baby powder down the vent in his floor. You can imagine the problems that I'm bound to encounter when the weather gets hot and I need to start running our A/C. Who needs air freshener? It's going to smell fresh as a baby's bottom in here for about the next 6 years.



Day #3 - Dominic got thirsty in the wee hours of the morning and decided that he needed a drink. I came downstairs the next morning to a skim of Juicy Juice covering an entire counter, most of the floor, and - of course - the areas between the counter and the stove and refrigerator due to the run off.



Day #4 - I vacuumed upstairs and forgot to bring the vacuum back down before Dominic's rest (read:terror) time. I went back upstairs some 20ish minutes into rest time and found the entire contents of the vacuum bag strewn around his room and a baby powder (in the vauum bag from day #2's incident) cloud hovering so thick that breathing was definitely difficult.



Day #5 - Dominic went into my bathroom in search of hair gel, apparently. He proceeded to find and spill the gel everywhere and also spray half a bottle of coconut-lime body spray and another half bottle of expensive perfume on himself and the carpet.

Today is Day #6 and I am living in active anticipation of the daily drama yet to unfold. So, I've been a little preoccupied and blogging has fallen a bit low on my list of priorities. Regular posting should resume when the children go to school or sometime in 18 years or so...