petri dish

ugh! yes, I am a complainer. I like to complain. In England they call it "whinging" pronounced (win-jing) and someone who whinges is a whinger. I don't want to be a whinger but I so enjoy whinging. Today I am whinging about being the host for all sorts of viruses unknown to me before baby. Renee and I are recovering from our 3rd cold since the New Year. I know, I know, I have little to complain about aside from minor illnesses. Can I complain some more? Now about my sweet hubby. He was going to make me soup for being sick, well I had to beg and didn't even get any soup until 10pm! I felt sick and unloved. Where's your mom when you need her? When Charles was sick once I made some special concoction soup right away and even dug up some dandelion root from the garden for its special healing power! Where's the love? It must have something to do with the over riding significance of the "man cold." (see hilarious video pasted below).

question

So, has anyone else's baby transformed into a crazy monster? My sweet little baby seems to ALREADY be throwing temper tantrums! She screams with frustration at the littlest thing, ABSOLUTELY hates to be dressed, acts as though I am trying to eat her. When I go to lay her down for bed time she arches her back and flails like a fish out of water trying to resist being laid down! I worry that she will squirm right out of my arms and onto the floor. She grabbed my finger the other day and bit it. HARD! I wasn't expecting that, and she has lots of dangerous teeth. I am worried for my safety. What's it gonna be next? Oh, and she went on a nursing strike; refused her bottle completely for 2 days! That may not sound like a big deal but she was having NO FLUIDS. I've always heard that a human can last only 3 days without water and she was getting close to that threshold. So, we went to the doctor thinking she must have a painful mouth or throat condition causing her to refuse her bottle, but she SCREAMED and cried at the doctor and nothing could be found to show a throat or ear infection. Turns out, the little princess just didn't like the taste of her milk! Can you believe that? We changed her milk and voila, she started drinking again. A hunger strike? I guess that's one way for a 9month old to assert herself. I think Charles and I are in for trouble. I better start reading the toddler years books soon.

i'm gonna bite youuu!

Wuhat?! You're gonna do what I say.

Don't believe the cute pictures or the charming smile. Help me! I'm being held hostage by a baby dictator! Okay, okay, she's still cute.

Orange juice is SO SOUR!

Return of the Blog

OK, I understand there have been crowds of angry villagers with torches gathering in cyberspace calling for Renee's blog to return. Well, here it is...

It's February and the winter has been quite mild here. Not the dreary rainy cold gray season we might have feared. Sure it gets cold but it is often sunny.

Renee is now over nine months old! You know what they say, time flies when you wipe baby's butt. She has a mouth full of six teeth.

Check out this Bath Montage:

She loves the camera.

blur

that's right. the holidays were a blur. so i need to relive them here, enjoy them again.
merry christmas!

sweet little christmas tree

here renee is on christmas day with a sweet little bunny her aunt betsy gave her

here Renee is partying (again!) this is her Aunt Terrell holding her at her Aunt Sarah's party

and here she is donning some of her beautiful christmas presents! She has a better wardrobe than her parents!

renee's caribbean vacation

she's baaaack! She survived the havoc of the holiday season and even managed to squeeze in a wedding in paradise.

renee is napping in the little tent.


here she has awoken and is ready for her lunch of tropical fruit and french fries, yum!

she got lots of love from the grand folks

she got a little bit wild at times, i think it was all the rum punch!
well, that and the jenny cakes.

but, this is the look she gives when you try to rein her in.
she's not havin' it.

omigosh!

Okay, this is not a baby post, but I couldn't resist. Jen will like this one, if she hasn't seen it yet. It's not kitty torture, it's for kitty charity, it's KITTY WIGS!

So, if you haven't thought of what to get that special kitty in your life, now you know.

Happy Christmas!!


ooh wait!
this just in!! there are going to be chihuahua wigs too! mom H. (aka gigi) won't be disappointed!

Yo quiero cabello rizado.
Yo quiero taco hell también.

Scary Parade

OK we live in Bizzarrro world. There we are having a nice domestic evening in the terraced house, Momma, baby and me. When all the sudden a loud BANG BOOM CLANG is heard outside the door. What is it? We all ran to the door and I lifted the sash to see and we were met with this spectacle...

It seems it was time for another Pagan ritual to be played out on our street. I love this country! But Renee was scared! I got out my Faerie gun and fired a few rounds but no one was hurt.

Then she calmed down and settled in for a good read.

"I'm reading! Pictures Later" she demanded!

Then her vanity caught up with her, "OK, but just one picture! Ha ha ha, one I said!"