Yay!

It broke through! Liam decided naps were ok again. We had a great weekend. Though the Zone diet was absent completely. Especially Sunday, with the Superbowl. I mean I didn't really care who wins but that doesn't mean I can't eat a sickening amount of buffalo wings, right?

Evil Evil Teeth

So my friend was telling me how her daughter who is 2 weeks older then L had 6 teeth (oh my sweet mother of god, 6) by 7 months. I was all like, "OMG you poor thing,  She must have been miserable. Blah blah blah." Meanwhile, I was just waiting for another one of those evil stabby things to torture my little angel....waiting, and waiting.

Well no sooner then I lend her my sympathy, Mr. Fantastic's upper gums get red, like really red. It was awful, a week of crying and sad faces for everyone. No sleep for anyone...except Justin and Fenway. Then one of his top front teeth pops through. Then, he was back, Mr. Fantastic was back. We laughed and played and the tears were minimal. Twas bliss.

Then his other upper gum got red, like really red. I waited for the sad faces and tears, armed with my Oragel and Tylenol. But the smiles continued. We learned how to crawl (omg craziness is a mobile child) And we learned to sit on our own, and pull up, and eat lots of yummy things. But no tooth came to ruin our life.

Then I was tickeling him on the couch and I noticed another tooth- a totally unexpected Chiclet on the bottom. Ok sure, I'll take it! No tears? awesomeness.

Meanwhile, the top gum is festering with owies waiting to hurt my innocent bebe. Then the tears come and the sleeping gets disrupted and the the Orgel numbs and Tylenol soothes the pain...but no tooth.

This fucking tooth will not come out. I can see the little bastard. It wants to come out, but it just stays their on the edge, not daring to cut through and relieve my angel. It stays there teetering and taunts us all.

Teeth are fucking evil.

In the Zone, man.

My husband has decided we are fatties. Actually he decided he wants to lose a few pounds, and since he is the one that cooks in our family, I am to lose weight with him.  No more watching the Biggest Loser eating chocolate in our sweat pants.

Enter the Zone diet. I have heard about it before, I remember that it was the diet that Jen Anisten went on right before she got skinny and landed Brad. What I don't remember is that that bitch is fucking hard. I am now savoring one ounce of cheese like it is tiramisu or something.

So I spend my waking moments dreaming of food. It has only been a few days but Christ almighty I want french fries. On the up side I have lost 3 pounds, on the bad side I woke up nawing my pillow. Good times.

Hello Stranger!

Wow, so we are like pushing 2 months right? I am awesome!

It doesn't help that the only interweb access that I have is on my blackberry, which is super fun. But that is a lame excuse. I guess I have been too busy with life to take a minute to tell it all here. I am a little mad at myself.

Mr. Fantastic is growing by leaps and bounds. He'll be 8 months old Saturday, insane. He has been crawling for a few weeks and is into EVERYTHING. This morning I had to wrestle dog food out of his mouth, and he has learned how the turn the volume up on the TV receiver. Sweet. The little man is quick.
Needless to say my shower time and pooping time has definitely been regulated to when he sleeps.

He popped another tooth, which thankfully wasn't nearly as traumatic as the first two. He is eating solids like a champ. I  have yet to find something he won't eat. We haven't tried proteins aside from egg. And we discovered he has a dairy allergy (awful bum rash, I felt so bad.) But aside from those, he has been trucking with fruits, veggies, crackers and cheerios. His father calls him his little Easter Ham.

I have been sucked into athe Zone diet by my husband. but that adventure is for another time.

Hugs and Kisses!