Dec 18, 2007

Officially proud parents to a peanut

I took Ainsley and Hunter to the doctor today. Ainsley needed four shots (poor baby). And...Hunter's runny nose is out of control! I was informed we were out of medicines to try. Great. That means I am doomed to a world of snot until I can figure out something that will actually work on his allergies.
In other news, Ainsley is only 13 pounds even and 24 inches. Weighed fully clothed and in warm clothing. And she is 6 months old. He said "no worries, since she is healthy and proportional." How is it that I took her to the doctor 2 months ago and she was 13 pounds 1 ounce fully clothed? We are going backwards. Definately Tone's genes are winning here. Consider this: my brother was only one pound lighter than her when he was BORN! I think we are definately proud parents to a peanut. Though Hunter is not so hefty either at only 33 pounds fully clothed. At this rate, they'll still be in car seats when they're twelve.

Dec 6, 2007

What are you getting for Christmas and other thoughts on Santa

Hunter has decided Santa is bringing him a new car for Christmas. Not a matchbox car...but one he can sit in and is motorized. Not happening. I told him it was too big to fit in his sleigh. Tone asked him what Santa was going to bring Daddy. Hunter said very seriously,"Eggs." Then Tone asked him what Santa was going to bring Mommy. "Just a car Daddy." "A black one." Cool. Tone gets eggs. I get a car.
Sidenote:
I know I always write about Hunter, but really, what does a little baby really DO that is worth writing about. Her adorableness can not be described. She just smiles at everyone and sucks her thumb all the time. It must be seen. She just got her two bottom teeth, is just starting rice cereal and applesauce, and can roll all over the place. She loves to grab and chew on toys, and squeals when one is out of reach. She basically just squeals and screeches all the time. For no apparent reason. It really is a pleasant noise. Not. She understands her name, and "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?" You know, the most important words in her little life. There. That is Ainsley in a nutshell.
Back to thoughts on Santa Claus: I hate him. We are doing him this Christmas. Apparently, it's Tone's favorite Christmas memory. So I guess I won't be a scrooge, and I'm going with it. Cool. I am lying to my child. On another related note, Hunter asked me tonight if Jesus was pretend. Ouch. We had a lengthy discussion about His power and being able to hear and see and be everywhere even when you can't see him. I bought Hunter a veggie tales nativity that we play with, and a bunch of Advent Christmas books. We do advent activities every night, pray to Him every night, read a Bible story every night, and talk about Him all the time (not just this month). But you can't see Him or hear Him, so I don't think Hunter at this point quite believes me. Hunter, Santa...he's fake. Jesus...he's real. But I think Tone wouldn't like it at this point if I told Hunter which one is the fakey. Oh well, many good kids have grown up with Santa without scars, sooo....I'm running with it. Bet you know though who I am emphasizing more this Christmas.