nesting extravaganza!

i just thought i'd first share that layne has had enough of mommy and has puchased a ticket on the midnight train to goergia. i thought he was smart, but not smart enough to call greyhound and get a bus ticket using only the words, "mine!" "moo, cow" & "no way!". he will be dearly missed, as i was really counting on him to be able to change the new baby's diapers when he/she arrives. side note: i find out the sex of the baby in 4 weeks!



so we're finishing our basement! we need more space in this tiny 800sq. ft home, so the obvious was to maximize the space already in the house. i'm really excited and really cracking the whip--as this must be done before the papoose arrives in sept! and since i'm nesting like crazy, i've been doing a great job of harassing my husband daily, and sometimes hourly, to progress further on the new project. it doesn't look like much now, but it will have a 2nd bathroom, a laundry room, an office, a living area, and storage for when i compulsively dumpster dive in people's trash. some of which has been turned into magical treasures, whilst others sat in our basement for a year until i recently(and tearfully) had to put them in my own trash in the hopes that some crazy person would take them.

i'll keep you updated on the basement as we get more stuff done...stay tuned!

my child is not a demon

in the last blog, i alluded that layne was cutting all 4 of his molars at the same time. some time after that, my child left his body and was replaced by a demon, reminiscent of chucky--the freckled toy doll gone mad( i know you've all seen this on some late night TV and thought it was funny--but then you kind of got scared and had to change the channel). he could not be consoled even by his beloved binky(pacifier) and blankee. at first i thought he was just throwing fits for hours, like any decent strong-willed child; thus i put him in his bed and shut the door--once, for an hour. i did consider googling a priest at first, but little did i know that the best cure for demon possession is not a priest-- it's cheaper and less scary. they call it "Ibuprofen" and it must be given everyday for 3 days every 6 to 8 hours. i am happy to report my child returned(for the most part) and is now just 1/4 demon instead of all demon.



layne has picked up the love for baseball and also for hitting live animals with his bat. it's padded though--but even still, our dog steers clear of our budding all-star. he doesn't hit the baseball unless you throw it directly at the bat, where it is inevitable that there will be some contact with ball and bat. but i really think it is building his self-esteem. world here we come!

here we have layne dressed in a stunning pants-less look(it's all the craze in europe)--pants hinder movement for our little guy. he has huge snausage feet, and is now wearing size 11 in men's tennis shoes. it must be all that macaroni--or "roni" as layne calls it. ok so he has an obsession with wearing our shoes. he tried my heels, with no success in movement. of course i didn't take a picture of that because that would be a direct blow to daddy's ego.