Post-script

My mom told me that I needed to clarify that Shea does not spend all of her free time watching Hanah Montana. It is just her chosen escape from the craziness that sometimes happens around here.

Build a bridge and get over it

Never in my life did I think I would quote Hannah Montana...or is it Miley Cyrus?? Who knows. Anyway, this has become our family motto. The boys were fighting the other day and Shea burst out with this little gem. Not only are there these wonderful words or wisdom, but there are hand actions too. She proceeded to tell me exactly what was happening when Hannah/Miley said it, but that went in one ear and out the other. This has stuck with us and know Shea has taken it upon herself to throw it out at every little squabble that goes on around her. That is of course, unless she is part of the squabble. When that happens, it has become my responsibility to quote the teen diva myself. I guess there is something to be said for the what seems like hours upon hours Shea spends watching the Disney Channel. Yeah Disney Channel!

It was all my fault

Zachary has adopted the method of screaming to get attention. Sometimes it is fun because he mimicks the kids yells and laughs along with them. Other times, not so cute. Post-dinner is one of those not cute times. He sits in his seat and screams and screams and eventually everyone but good ol' mom has left the kitchen and his screams in search of quieter surroundings. So, the other night I gave Cody the task of keeping him happy. I was absorbed in the dishes and didn't even think that it was strange that Cody was pushing the high chair -with Zachary in it- past me. I was just so happy with the peace and quiet that I was over looking whatever plot was forming in Cody's very "evil" mind. If I could see in his mind I am sure I would have seen the wheels spinning out of control. After a minute or two, I began to hear the giggling in the corner and noticed that Zachary was nowhere to be found. Not just Zachary, but the chair too. Then I noticed that the pantry door was in a not closed not open position. I opened the door and there was Zachary, just as happy as could be, in his little cave. Serves me right for putting Cody in charge.

In the blink of an eye

From this.....

to this.

Yesterday at Alex's baseball game Zachary fell asleep in my arms - something he hasn't done well, since birth. He is not a snuggler and would rather be doing anything else than snugglin' with his mom (much to her dismay). So when he crashed on my shoulder I knew something was off. This is my baby today. Sad eyes and a constant whine. The good news? He slept until 7:00 am! Yeah!!!!