Please help me...

I'll admit it, I have a problem. The first thing I do when I wake up is run to the computer to check the latest polls and headlines. Then I quickly peruse all of my favorite political blogs to catch up on anything that might have happened while I was sleeping. Don't worry...I do tear myself away from the computer to clean my house, play with my children, and cook dinner. It is, however, a painful separation. J-P took this picture last night to document my insanity. I was watching the debate and (at the same time) reading the reaction to it on all the blogs. Please ignore the messy house...the debate was priority number one. Cleaning up the family room was priority number two.


Perhaps one of the reasons this race is so intriguing to me is because Mitt Romney is a serious contender. As a result, there many people out there who are devoting their lives to spewing egregious, slanderous, anit-mormon rhetoric on all the political blogs. I find it thoroughly entertaining. I laugh out loud everyday. I don't know where people come up with this stuff. My favorite blog comment of the week: "Mormons believe things that are so crazy they should be arrested for what they believe!" Pure comedy. It will be interesting to see how the primaries play out.

Rub Dub...

Just relaxing in the tub. Today Max refused to get out of the bathtub, even after I drained the water. He basically does the opposite of whatever I ask him to do. And then he laughs. The good news: he has grown two inches since October...which means that we get to hold off on the growth hormones for now. Phew. I'm pretty sure his growth spurt has been sponsored in part by fried potatoes and Costco tamales. I am so hoping he grows out of these food allergies. Enjoy our post bath photo shoot...

Two Month Stats

Here are the results from Ian's two month appointment:

height: 23 1/2 inches
Weight: 12lbs 11 oz

He has almost doubled his birth weight, yet seems so small compared to Max at this age. Max was over 15 lbs and over 25 inches long. I thought Ian was small for his age, but it turns out he's in the 75th percentile. Max was off the charts.


Ian is very friendly and loves to talk. He inherited chubby cheeks from his mom. He inherited the balding pattern from his dad.

Same shirt

The only good thing about having a child who grows slowly is that clothes last a long time. Max is wearing the same clothes that he wore last Christmas. Here he is at 6 months old.


Here he is in the exact same shirt at 19 months. I can't believe it still fits. We go back to the endocrinologist on Saturday to see if he has grown and to discuss growth hormones.

Here he is trying to whack the camera out of my hands. Good thing he was the size of an average 18-month-old at 6 months.

Two Months Old

Ian is two months old today. How did we celebrate? We took him to his first political rally. I think he liked it. He got to hear famous Sheriff Joe Arpaio give a speech about why he is endorsing Romney for president. Max got very bored so we kept him quiet with an unlimited supply of (all natural) fruit snacks.

I got a brand new diaper bag. It's not exactly new, but the sticker turned it into a piece of political propaganda. It feels like a whole new bag. It now serves two purposes instead of one. I think all moms should put a Mitt sticker on their diaper bag.


The rally was fun, and the trip home was pleasant thanks to a quick stop at In-N-Out. It was also the first trip in our new Minivan. I can't tell you how great it is to finally be a part of the minivan club.

Don't forget to call everyone you know in Michigan and remind them to vote for Mitt on Tuesday!!!

Addiction

I can't pull myself away from political blogs. They are like a drug; I can't get enough. I hate that the media has so much control over the political future of our nation. The news is filled with so much bias. I hate that my fabulous comments never make it past the "awaiting moderation" stage on blogs. I have been sitting on the edge of my couch waiting for today's results...only to be disappointed again. There are way to many incompetent voters out there.


To deal with my frustration, I have started my "fit back into my clothes" exercise plan. Speed-walking and spinning provided much needed stress relief today. I'll pull out the pilates mat as soon as I'm done with this post. Ian is sleeping on the couch keeping me company as I write this. He loves to hold onto his pacifier while he sleeps. Pretty cute.