The Chris and Amy Show

Merry Christmas, you guys!

We've been pretty busy doing Christmasy stuff and haven't had much time for putting stuff on this website (or any website, if you keep track).  Nonetheless, to our friends, families, and strangers on the internet, Merry Christmas! (or Josh, Happy Hanukkah!, though you say Hanukkah is more for kids, you're our friend and we care about you and want to express our goodwill to you without the b.s. generic "Happy Holidays" bit).

Be safe!

God Bless you all.

We did it!!

I have always been fascinated by the CIM (the California International Marathon.) For years, my mom and I would walk up the street from our house and watch the runners pass us by. Fast forward to 2008. On a whim, which is quite unlike me, I signed up for a half marathon. That came and went and I knew that I wanted to try to run the CIM relay in December 2008. Well, fate would have a different plan. By December of last year, I already had a bun in the oven!  I tried a few times early on to run, but found out very quickly that I was NOT going to be one of those ladies that was running up until her 7th month. So, I had to sit on the sidelines last year and cheer Chris and company on.

I have been saying since before Ian was born that I was going to run the relay this year. As luck would have it, Jill has been bitten by the running bug and she was game. We teamed up with our cousin Tammy and our friend Tara, and today was our day.

I have to be honest, Having a little peanut has changed how much or how well I prepared and trained for this race. By the time I get home from work, the last thing I wanted to do was leave again. So, yes, I am sure I could have trained harder and run faster. But the bottom line is that I did it and I am already looking forward to doing it again.

I have to add that Chris did amazingly well. He ran super fast and made me very proud. Maybe we'll get ii on the running circuit. On second thought, maybe not. As I am sitting here, I already feel like my knees are going to break in half. Ahhh, 30.

Party in Ian's Crib : 2 a.m.

I always thought those bibs were funny, but never true. Wrong.

With Ian's arrival at the 1/3 mark, we have embarked upon what some call the "4 month wakeful." Apparently, this is the time when the little ones start regressing and are like party animals. I'm sure many of you are aware that Ian's sleep has always been a little unpredictable, so maybe we'll sail right through this little spot. With our new arrangement as Chris being Mr. Mom, he tends to II when he wakes up during the night (thanks Honey!!). Last night (or rather this morning) at 1:45, I woke up to the sound of babbling and the Jetson's spaceship sounds that Chris has spoken of. I asked Chris how long it had been going on and he said for about 15-20 minutes. Who is this boy? Just laying in his crib babbling to himself? Although it was the middle of the night, neither Chris nor myself could help but have a little laugh. He's so darn cute, it's impossible to be annoyed.

Watching this little guy grow up is amazing. I love hearing about and seeing all the new tricks he comes up with. I could not be more grateful for the time that he and Chris are getting to spend together!!

Ian is 1/3!

The same weekend we got to celebrate Peter and Katie's 4th and 2nd birthdays (respectively), we got to celebrate Ian's 1/3 year birthday!

Wow, 4 months!  He's just growing out of the 6 month clothes (my 4 month old is in 9 month old clothes, yikes!) and is getting good at his Jetsons-spaceship sounds.  Each day, he smiles and laughs more than the day before.  Happy baby, happy parents!

'Tis NEVER the season...

That's right, friends...  Take a second and drink it all in...  It's cold outside, so you better wear your Ugg Boots (officially renamed Ugh! Boots).

Amy, Ian, and I were doing some shopping on Black Friday and happened across this fashionista at the Chiptopopltople on Sunrise, across from the Sunrise Mall...  Amy spotted her in the parking lot.

You're in for a treat!

No, Amy...  Because of the camera on your iPhone, the world is in for a treat!

Mr. Mom and Mr. Grabby

Ian and I are able to get a lot accomplished during the day because I wear him in a baby bjorn.  For the most part, I have my hands free to do some work and Ian gets to move around with me (instead of hanging out in a bouncy chair or laying on his back on the activity mat).  It seems to work, for both of us...  But there are moments....

Ian grabs things...  I get something from the fridge, he grabs the shelf or the chocolate syrup.  I get a can of soup from the pantry, he grabs the bag of rice.  I go to feed Jinks a spoon of wet cat food, he grabs the spoon, dumping the wet cat food on kitty's head. 

Luckily, the cat was hungry enough to eat the food off the floor, giving us time to wet a paper towel to clean his head off.  Adding insult to injury, Ian laughed while we cleaned the cat's head.

Ian:     1

Jinks:  0

Fortunately for us, fifteen minutes of Google searches reveal that domestic cats don't harbor grudges or seek revenge.

Day one of being Mr. Mom

We got a lot accomplished on the first day.  The day started at 6:15 and we...

• Woke up (it's like a 15 minute process)
• Had breakfast
• Gnawed on giraffe's face and slobbered on teething ring
• Mopped floors and vacuumed carpets
• Took nap
• Got dressed
• Had second meal 
• Went shopping (fell asleep in car on way)
• Had another snack in car ride home, followed by lunch
• Played on activity mat
• Took a huge nap
• Cleaned garage
• Gave Murphy a bath
• Made chicken enchiladas
• Went to store for other Mexican Food Monday side dishes

There were a few diaper changes mixed in there too.

I hope this isn't a sign...

that my baby is destined to have Social Anxiety Disorder. My sister and I always joked that we had it, but we went to a Halloween party the other night and baby Ian was not a fan of the photo ops! I am quite sure it is more about his age and the time of day than his distaste for crowds and people.

  
  

Moving right along...you can see that I am the proud owner of the adorable(if not a little cranky) Dalmatian. Here are a couple of better ( at least happier) Ian pictures.

 

 

What a Difference a Year Makes...

 

October 14,2008

 

October 14,2009

Happy Anniversary Sweetie! Looking forward to many more!

2 Month Shots = worst day in baby Ian's short life

I had heard the stories...half said that it would be no big deal, the other half said the two month shots were agonizing. So being the worrywart (and information seeker) that I am, I read everything I could and decided to dose him up with some Tylenol before we went. Perhaps I should have taken it as a bad sign that when we arrived at the doctor's office, it was a full house. Thank God Chris was there too so he helped to distract me. We chatted with the other parents and found out that we were running about an hour late. So much for the pre-shot dosing.

When we finally were called in, Ian was an angel. He was smiling, hanging out on his tummy, and overall, just hamming it up for the doctor. His 2 months (plus a couple weeks) stats were 16 and 3/4 pounds ( the 97th percentile) and 25 1/2 inches( the 95th percentile). This boy has essentially doubled his weight in just a few short weeks. I can't decide who he gets his good eating habits from!!

So the appointment was progressing well, and then it was time for the really fun stuff, the dreaded shots. 5 shots?? Seriously? The pediatrician assured us that he had enough "meat" on his thighs that he should be just fine. Fortunately for us, he did them very quickly, and we just had a stunned Ian wondering what happened. Fast forward 2 hours. We were at home, Chris was working in the garage and I went outside and said " I think that Ian came out of his two month shots unscathed." Somebody must have heard this and wanted to prove me wrong, because no less than 1 hour later, we had a SCREAMING child on our hands. Never have I ever heard him scream so hard, and been so sad. This continued for about 5 hours off and on. By the time we went to bed, we were all exhausted.

The next morning Chris and I held our breath, wondering what may be in store for us...the worry was for nothing. He was back to his smiling, happy self and had forgotten all about that miserable day before. Too bad his mom has not, and likely will not for some time. I will be packing my A game for the next round. 4 month shots, you won't get me.