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I am a delinquent!

So I realize I have been a little delinquent in posting on this blog. I realized this particularly when someone I do not know posted on my blog asking if I am alright, which made me feel kind of amazing (Wow, I have random people following me and concerned about my welfare!!) and a little crappy (wow, I am so delinquent, people worry about my safety!)

So here’s my flimsy excuse:  I have been up to oh so many things; among them, raising an 8-almost-9 month old–wait, how did that happen?- -and working on some “real” or “legit” writing projects (ie, a book of short stories I would like to someday get published because there are not nearly enough authors in this world trying to make it with thier substandard drivel!!1!), aaaaaaaaaaaaaand making the following video of my baby, entering in the Johnson’s Big Bubblin Stars Contest, and being selected as one of the finalists!

To view it, and to vote for us, (and please do!), go to http://www.youtube.com/baby, click the vote tab and give “Puppy Kisses and Bedtime Bubbles” a thumbs up!  You can vote once per day and the voting only goes until the 27th so we need all the help we can get 🙂

Also I am currently in GA visiting my crazy family, so here’s the deal.  As soon as I am back in my own digs and this voting craziness is over, I will get back to posting. With the dog blog Mondays and everything.  You’re so welcome.

oh, I’m sorry, are you still here?

Sebastian is officially 1/2 year old.  Everyone always says that the time flies, and I know it’s super(!) cliche but I don’t think I ever understood how serious they were.  It might be the constant sleep deprived haze I’m in, but I’m all, didn’t I just bring you home from the hospital yesterday?  and why don’t you still look like this, all wrinkly and not fitting into your skin yet:

And how could I possibly have kept you alive this long; I have no idea what I’m doing!

Yet somehow (miraculously!)  that knobby little tadpole has turned into this full fledged goofy baby:

(pretty sure the caption that should go with this photo is “tiiiimbeeeeeeeeer!”)

He’s working on sitting up, but is still super wobbly.  Pat and I have invented a drinking game called “timber” where you guess how long and to which side he will fall over.  Admit it, you want to come to our house.

He’s started eating cereal, and just about anything else he can get his hands on, including (but not limited to!) handfuls of dog hair as he is able to snatch them from poor beau.

and that’s the story of my life, oh and check back monday, its a really good dog blog.

By popular demand

So I realized that I promised pictures of Sebastian in his Easter best and have yet to fulfill that promise, and as one commenter so aptly put it, “not that beer reminds me of Sebastian or anything, but please post pics of him in his Easter outfit!!!!”

Which is good, since beer had noooooothing to do with Sebastian’s conception…  …  …at all.

This is the suit that Patrick wore when he was a baby, and under the coat…  it has… wait for it..  wait for it..  suspenders. yeah, it’s pretty pimp.

Here he is on the couch Patrick’s great grandfather built, which we have aptly named the “porno couch”  Pretty sure that’s not what his great grandfather was going for.

and, oh yeah, suspenders

You can’t get me down

so I managed to enjoy this beautiful day despite the following events:

1. While pulling in to the forest preserve, my front tire decides to go completely flat for some reason, likely voodoo.

2. As I am getting out the baby/stroller/baby paraphernalia, Beau decides that I have most likely forgotten about him and proceeds to jump out the window, and run around the forest preserve like a crazy person.

3.Turns out the spare I had in my car, is not the spare that belongs to my car, and it would be, oh, too much to hope that it might fit.  I also have to pay a guy $60 to tell me that no, no it does not fit.

4. I cram into the back seat of a pt cruiser with me, Sebastian, and Beau.  Picture that me, the baby seat, Beau.  My camera, camera case, diaper bag and mother-in-laws purse are all at my feet.  At this point it is pretty much inevitable that Beau will decide his seat is dangerous and he must crunch himself past the baby seat, and also down by my feet.

5. Last, but by no means least, the tire place informs me that I really need to replace all my tires, because  what else could I do with that extra $300 dollars?

I managed to pull it all together and stay happy because of these things:

1.  Sebastian and his cousins, who are adorable:

2.  This dog who mostly I love when I don’t want to throw him on a porcupine (also it kind of looks like he’s about to eat the little one.  bonus! :

3. This boy who makes my life infinitely better just by existing:

4.  Baby sunglasses!  No, no, seriously, baby sun-fucking-shades!

Zoo Date

Tomorrow me and Sebastian have a zoo date with his 4 cousins.  We are super excited!  I will post photos!

Things have been really crazy around here.  The other day Ash was with a babysitter and starting throwing up (not spit up) and dry heaving.  The saddest thing was that when he was heaving, he was obviously not happy, but as soon as it was done, he would look at me and smile.  It was heartbreaking.  I called the Dr. and they finally called me back (after a grueling hour of waiting!) and told me just to keep an eye on him and keep him hydrated.  We are thinking it was probably just an allergy to the milk based formula she fed him, so not that big of a deal, but really not fun nonetheless.  Except for the Pedialyte and Bourbon shots me and Pat were doing.  Because those on the other hand – super fun!

Happy Camper

Sebastian has been officially 4 months old for several days now, and I never want it to end.

This is him wearing his favorite onesie.  His aunt got it for him, it says:  Sorry Bitches, I only date models.

so true.  so true.

Although at this angle I might be lying.  It might say, Sorry twitches, I only date yodels.  You’ll just never know.

So what is my favorite miniature person up to these days?  Well, I’m glad you asked!  He has started smiling and laughing all the time now, which pretty much melts my heart and makes his daddy want to buy him things.  (point accomplished, I’m sure, devious little one)  He especially loves getting undressed, everytime I get his little arms out of his sleeves he giggles and giggles.

Is this not the best smile in the world?  (his, not mine) I showed this photo to my mom and she was all, Wow your teeth are white, and I’m all, wow, have you never heard of photoshop? shhh…

(Also, sorry my boob is super awkward in this photo.  I wasn’t going to mention it, but it’s all right there being squished and weird looking and his smile was just too cute not to use this photo, and then you were all going to be like, wow, her one boob is super awkward, I wonder if she knows.  So guess what, I KNOW! it looks super weird.  I’m sorry, just look away.)

…and moving on…

He gives us some pretty good sleep at night, usually 5 hours at a time, knock on wood.  And then he sleeps in.  Case in point:  I am writing this at 9:30am–he woke up to eat at 5:30 and has been sleeping since.  Although sometimes I don’t accomplish anything because I love watching him sleep/wake up.  He is the groggiest little waker upper ever.  It’s pretty adorable.  He arches his back and the arms go over the head then he turns from side to side to side for about 3 minutes trying to wake up.  I ❤ it.

Also, one day he may need therapy because every time he wakes up, his mom is right there staring at him like a creeper.

He is also a conspicuous user of Apple products.

Mom, Dad, why can’t I have my own iPhone?  And when can I get the iPad?  and can we discuss my needs for a Macbook Pro? kthxbai!

Quick stats – boy is up to 15lbs 8 oz – almost double his birth weight… is babbling all the time, he especially loves to make a guttural kkkkkkk sound.  I’m not sure if he learned growling from the dog, is super cranky or is learning to speak Klingon.  (speaking of which, he needs one of these).  He chews on everything he can get his hands on and may be teething.  If not, then holy hell, there was a lot of unexplained screaming yesterday.  Ummm… so thats pretty much our status update for 4 months.  No crawling or sitting or rolling over – although he does play a mean stand up bass.  not to brag, just… you know.

So I  know everyone is in love with their own child, but seriously, I never thought I could be so obsessed with someone who does so little.  I’m all, did you see the way he just moved his foot?  I’m pretty sure he’s trying to tell us something.  Isn’t that adorable, right? right?  No other baby in the history of the world has ever moved his foot so adorably! Basically I’m a mom, and I’m already planning out birthday parties, and presents and trips to disney.  I want to give him everything, everything in the world, and it breaks my heart to be away from him even for a minute.

This is 4 months and I never want to forget.

Seabass!

This is what it is:

also could be this:

what it is NOT:

an appropriate nickname for my little monkey, with one caveat.  If the entire phrase is “kick his ass Seabass!” then yes, you may call him Seabass, in fact, please do.  Because I’m pretty sure we are going to get kicked out of every little league soccer game for yelling exactly that.