I’m behind on my 11 months photo.  What else is new?  It’s a wonder this kid gets fed and dressed each day. (Before you pick up the phone to call Child Protective Services, be aware that he IS fed and dressed each day.  Parent of the Year Award right here…)

Here’s little dude at 11 months…

11 months with copy copy

He actually looks a little different now because I DID finally get his hair cut.  Now it’s short and goes straight across his forehead like Lloyd from Dumb & Dumber.  He looks like a little friar.  Friar Fox and his bowl cut.

I thought for sure my kid would have crazy curly hair like me, but it wouldn’t be his personality to comply.

Anyways.  We’re celebrating that milestone birthday in less than 2 weeks.  I can’t believe he’ll be 1.  Be prepared for the next blog post to be emotional and sappy.  I’ve warned you.



That’s right, folks.  Mr. Man is 9 months old.

9 months with copy copy

We had his 9-month doc appointment two days ago and he promptly broke out into an angry, all-body rash that very morning.  He did the EXACT SAME THING for his 6 month visit.  I kid you not.  It’s like the little dude already has “white coat” syndrome or something.

Here are  his stats.  17 pounds, 13 ounces – 1oth percentile. 27 and 3/4 inches – 30th percentile.

Translation – I  might have birthed a munchkin.

And we’re wondering if he has a hollow leg because, seriously…he’s eating, like, every hour.

He’s also teething and has been a goblin for the last 2 weeks.  One top tooth finally poked through this past Tuesday, but no sign of the other one.  Which means we also might have given birth to a hillbilly.

Here are a few more photos from this shoot.  I wish I was this happy eating beets.


Mother. Kindly promise me that you’ll never use your own spit to style my hair again.








A month has passed since I’ve updated all you lovely people.  I know this because the last blog post was to post Fox’s 4 month pics.  And here I come (a day late and a dollar short) to post his 5 month pics.

You haven’t missed much.  Here’s the Cliff Notes version.

Still no sleeping happening in our house.  In fact, Fox has reverted back to waking every 2 hours, so we’re actually sleeping less.  How’s that math for ya’?

Still nursing and pumping.  And nursing.  And pumping.  And cleaning pump equipment every night.  And pumping more.  And feeling like if I pump one more time I will possibly stab myself in the neck just to end the misery.  Oh. And having the building manager walk in on me while pumping.  That. Was awkward.  Not gonna’ lie…

We’re in the laughter phase, which is too damn adorable for words.  He’s slowly moving into a weird shrieking phase as of late, though, which is the cross between a scream and a dolphin noise.  He even carries on a for a few minutes, which leads me to believe that I might have birthed the very first human baby to ever speak “porpoise.”  Be jealous, ya’ll.

Work has been incredibly busy for me.  I plan parties.  I write flyers.  I go to meeting after meeting after meeting and then leave said meetings to go to another.  Then I go home and bring my work computer.

Oh, and then I do the mountain of dishes.

Woe is me, I know.

But that’s ok.  It just explains why you haven’t seen a post in forever.  But here’s some cute baby pictures for you to nibble on.

5 months with copyThis is the best of the shots as he was full of pickle juice on photo shoot day (as he is most days), although I do believe the term is “spirited.”

DSC00785Rolling with my fox homies, ya’ll.

DSC00790Just all around confused here.  What do you people want with me?!




And just when you begin to think this child hasn’t learned the art of smiling…

He hits you with the one-two punch:


DSC00815Have you come to rescue me?

DSC00816Cloth-diapered baby bottoms…turning baby butts into J.Lo booties since 1865.




Someone needs to drive/fly/hitchhike/hoverboard to Wisconsin right now and stop me from purchasing thousands of unbearably cute baby items from Etsy.  That website is the devil.  The devil disguised as insanely adorable, reasonably priced, homemade goods.  Often made with love and a personalized card included with the package.  Damn that devil and his personalized thank you card!

This pretty little print is residing in Fox’s nursery as we speak.

Sidenote: we’re being very cautious about all the “fox” stuff in the nursery.  AKA we’re not completely losing our marbles and decking everything out in a fox theme.  There’s a fine line between a key piece or two that touches on the cheeky fact that our son will be named after a small woodland creature and making our child grow up in a bedroom forest full of wild animal goods and art.

I also bought this:

That, my friends, is a cloth diaper cover.  A cloth diaper cover that has little furry monsters all over it with the words “Ooga Booga.”  I will die from cuteness now.  On the nursery floor.  Still clutching to my Ooga Booga diaper cover.

Someone alert Etsy please.

Because this damn onesie is just too. freaking. sweet.

I die.  From the cuteness.  That is all.

P.S. – I did not lie when I said all the Yankee candles were packed first, as you can see from the boxes in the background.  Priorities, my friends.

P.P.S. – Oooo – and I need to give credit where credit is due.  I found this little number on Etsy – here’s the link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/94846464/f-is-for-fox-american-apparel-onesie