The L dude kicks it one year style.

Man, it's been ages since we posted photos of Leon and we have about seven million of them to go through and put online. A daunting task. I'll post some here in the meantime.

Tomorrow, Leon will be one year old. One year! One year ago, as of right now, I was at the Maison de naissance, with my water having broke and contractions just mildly beginning, happy that I wasn't at the hospital. That changed over the course of the next 20 hours and we ended up transferring to the hospital with the old c-section deali-o, so it's not the most fairy tale birth memory, but I sure was glad he was born when he was finally out. 42 weeks we waited with baited breath and then, there he was-complete and awesome.

He has remained thus ever since and will continue to be completely awesome I suspect. Even though he's starting to learn to demand things and man oh man does he have will. He balances his bossiness with a dazzling smile, a hearty laugh, an ability to dance and sing on his knees with his hands in the air like he just don't care and a charming way of smooshing his face into me when he's tired. Plus oh ma gawd, cute? Hell yes!

Happy Birthday Leon Faraday. Many, many more.

And soon, we will post the rest of the photos from the past few months.








Watching Passe Partout don't ya know.

New year, new beer. 'Clink'

New year, new beer. That's the saying I just made up. I don't drink beer, but I like to picture myself clinking an old-style stubby bottle and flashing a sly smile under my handle bar mustache as I say it.

I've never been much for celebrating New Year's Eve. The day after Christmas I just feel like the party is over and it's back to the same old same old.

This Christmas sort of blew. I was sick, T was sick, Leon was sick. I even spent Christmas Eve in the hospital (thankfully only for a couple of hours) to get some drugs for an ear infection that was most brutal.

To be honest, it's been sort of a rough month. I think I'm feeling caged in by the winter. Not as easy to just pop Leon in a stroller and get out and about. Life sort of seems to be just drifting by as of late. Lots of days, on the floor, looking at the same toys.

The contrast is that Leon is getting so much more mature. He points, he waves his arms victorious when he's pleased, he bounces when he's excited and he babbles away like crazy. We still haven't taught him to sleep fully through the night...we are such scaredy cats about it. He's just so willfull. If he wants something, man oh man, look out. I do believe I was much the same so in my face eh?!

Our little one-bedroom is feeling way too little now that L is moving around more. We'll need to make a move when we can. T is still toiling away on his masters. He would really, really, really like to be done and I don't blame him. We are all 3 of us up each others butts everyday and we are all a little snakey from it. Spring will be welcome, but it's still a ways off.

So the new year begins, sort of grey and cold and poopy, but it's stretching out, unwritten with potential to be good right? Let's hope so for all of us, including you, dear reader.