Pony Up

I didn't write this post, I stole it. However, we were HUGE fans of black pants back then. I didn't wear an oxford shirt, though. I still wear pearls and get teased about it frequently. I love the school. I love the style. I can't wait to get back there. A small glimpse into the "bubble."

Stolen--http://www.csdart.blogspot.com/

When I was a freshman at SMU we wore black pants and oxford shirts with pearls to football games...Playboy ranked us #3 among party schools in the country...about 60% of all students were in the Greek system...and we played pathetic (but super fun) football at the Cotton Bowl.

Today, the students look like they've walked off the pages of Vogue...the parties are still huge, the Greek system still dominates, but our football is strong and we play on campus at Ford Stadium, which means there is great tailgating before the games on "The Boulevard"... I LOVED my 4 years at SMU...but am envious of students today (mostly because of the football situation).

Anyhow, there is this amazing website called, Hilltop Glossy which chronicles the fashionable students at SMU today.
So, as SMU plays for the Iron Skillet against TCU tonight in Ford Stadium tonight, I invite you to take a look and cheer on my PONIES!!!!

GO RED
GO BLUE
GO MUSTANGS
S-M-U!

2 months

I feel like he just got here. How is he growing up so quickly? Yesterday he got his 2 month shots. He was SUCH a big boy about it. He cried way more in the car on the way to Babies R US (the place I hate). His new thing is his tongue. He's recently discovered he can stick it out so he does--all the time. It's pretty darn cute. He also likes to lick me. Weird, but still cute. How can you look at that face and not be in love? Everyday I'm amazed at HOW MUCH I love him and how much I dread going to work in only 3 weeks. Yick.

Yesterday I packed up his newborn clothes. They are SO tiny and were even too big "when we got him" (as Ben said last night. You know, when we went and picked him out.) How has he already grown so much? He's almost doubled his birth weight. Yesterday he weighed 11 lbs and 13 ounces. Was 50% in weight, 25% in height (22.5 inches) and 25% in head circumference (just had to spell check that word.) SO basically he's a short fatty with a tiny head :) LOVE HIM.

Please. Admire away.

at least she's pretty

This morning I was rocking le bebe this morning and maggie came in and was clearly trying to go lay in Ben's closet (her new fave spot.) We are trying to keep her out of there. I put out my foot as a barrier and she tries to go under. I move my foot down, back up, back down, back up. She didn't ever figure out to go above my leg or go around it.

At least she's pretty.

my arms are like target for babies.

My baby is a comfort poo-er. Seriously. He wakes up in the middle of the night and cries for me to hold him and then... he poo's. I mean, it's not just a night time adventure. It's basically always. I think that HE thinks he can't poo while laying down. I'm not sure I could either. I haven't tried, but I think it would be hard.

It's like when I go to target and am surrounded by comfort. It's like when you go to camp and don't go ALL WEEK and then you come home and you're HOME. Target is like that to me. Seriously. I love that place. Just thinking about it, though, made Little G wake up and need to poo. We're connected like that. Yesterday we got him this little halloween outfit. Now if only it would not be a bazillion degrees out AND October!

The dubya dubya

Not George Dubya, but the Weight Watchers. I joined online today. It's time to revisit self control. I signed up while eating graham crackers and nutella. I felt it was fitting. Then I put in what I'd eaten today and it alerted me to the fact that I had 11 points left. I've pretty much blew those (2 on a current glass of wine) because I was starvation station. I say tomorrow will be better. Maybe not? I'm workin on it. Operation fatty pants is under way.

It is also supposed to rain tonight and the weather was AMAZING this afternoon. Cooler and windy. The perfect day to revisit running. Unfortunately, my body is still revolting. I'm having some ligament/pelvic pain when I stand up or run. I didn't make it far before I gave up and came home. It's frustrating because I WANT to be running. I want to get back in shape (and continue to eat whatever I want) and I can't right now. I was reading up on my "problem," (which totally has a name, btw), and they suggest pain pills and physiotherapy. You know I love me some pain pills, but in the way I love elastic pants. I want to wear them because I want to, not because I have to. (Yes, I realize that makes me sound like a pill popping fiend. I'm not. I just like to pretend.)

Ben suggested some "vigorous" walking. That was also painful and I felt defeated so I just came home and had a glass of wine.

Maybe I'll start again tomorrow. Maybe Suzanne Somers had the right idea.

This is the way we roll we roll

So, technically this is 8 weeks (as of yesterday), but he rolled over the first time at 7 weeks. He's very advanced. This must be why he's been awake for 5 + hours...

It's probably not meningitis.

So, fussy baby went to the doctor this morning and had a fever. I'm basically the worst mom because I didn't KNOW he had a fever. (Though my friend told me that he's basically advanced because he's sick now and so building up his immune system for later.) Because he's so little they worry about UTI's and so did a urinalysis (with a catheter!), and some blood work. The doctor actually said to me, "It's probably not meningitis."

Do you KNOW me? Do you realize that I've worried I have had meningitis for like 10 years. I frequently check to see if I can touch my chin to my chest? I mean, this is far more of a realistic fear than sarcoidosis. My eyes were very large when she said this. I decided to not share the previous statement with her so that she didn't think I'm a crazy mom. because I am.

I then came home to dog poo on the couch and pee in the floor. Today has been basically the best day ever. Only by best day, I mean worst day. Maybe someone will deliver me some diamonds or something? Or maybe my baby will start feeling better. I'm going to hope for that one.

I also just finished off a box of nilla wafers. They are kind of like edible diamonds--only not forever.

Doc's office called. Meningitis threat is over. He has a virus. I asked if I was the worst parent ever and they assured me I wasn't. Probably in the running was this lady I saw outside of the doctors office. Her baby, approximately 3 months old, was in his/her carseat with blankets all around her. I'm thinking, wow, it's hot. That's a heavy blanket. Then I realize the mom, and her mom, are smoking right beside the baby. Then I realize the blankets are being used to prop up a bottle for the baby to eat. So, now I kinda feel better about my skills... and a little in favor of selective breeding.