
I've added a clock to my cubicle. Now I know when to leave!!


random picture of thomas sitting in the laundry basket. he tried to climb out shortly after and did a hard face plant into the floor. gave him a nice big bruise on the forehead just in time for thanksgiving. :)



victory over the teepee!!! ha ha... his little stubby, charlie brown arms barely clear his head.
at this point, i interceded before too much teepee was wasted :)
i was running an errand in pleasanton tuesday around lunchtime and decided spur of the moment to have tea with thomas. we were right here, i was hungry, might as well treat myself and thomas! i had read both bad and good reviews but my experience at the english rose tea room on main and neal st. was very pleasant.... maybe because i went when they weren't busy, who knows. the server was very nice and paid a lot of attention to thomas which he loved. he gave her lots of smiles and talked up a storm to her. plus there were two little girls there (maybe 5-6 years old) having a birthday tea and of course he watched them closely. they were also fascinated with him and came over to ask "can we pet him?" that was hilarious. they proceeded to pet him and talk to him like a little kitten.
funny thomas - digging for candy. it will be worse when all the babies know what it is... he held that snickers for a long time and by the time i took it back, it was melted into the shape of his hand.

wheee! thomas riding a roller coaster on dad's shoulders.
look how tightly thomas is grabbing william's hair in both fists :)
now that he has teeth, another thing that i started noticing is that his spit smells. you know, before teeth, they have such sweet smelling baby breath. just warm slightly moist air. now with food and teeth, sometimes, it smells a little like sour milk or rotten fruit. ha ha.... probably has to do with the last thing he ate. i try not to be too fussy about getting his spit on me. i figured that is just part of being a mom. but these last couple days, i noticed that by the end of the day, I smell like spit. just my whole self, smells like a spit ball. you know, they get spit on your clothes, arms and hands and since he likes to hold onto my neck, i get spit there too. he likes putting as much of his hands in his mouth and then putting that drool covered hand all over the back of my neck. it wasn't so bad when it didn't smell, but now it smells! so i spend the rest of the evening getting whiffs of his spit here and there. yucky!
of course, i wanted to sleep in the bed the nght we got it, so i spent all saturday afternoon buying sheets for our new bed. i didn't want to wait for Overstock.com to mail it (even though they have some truly fabulous deals on there) so i went to TJ Maxx and Marshalls to see what i could find. the first thing i got was a king duvet cover and sheet set. 400 thread count and even made in italy! i bought 600 thread count sheets for our queen and i don't think the high thread count made them wear any better. maybe if i sat there and ironed them after each washing... but who the heck has time to do that! ha ha... anyways, i figure we are not that high brow. plus we can't feel the difference while we are sleeping in it so as long as it looks nice, that's all that matters. but i LOVE the big bed and thomas loves it too - he did his 4 limbs-thumping-all-at-once happy dance. we got two king pillows thrown in when we bought the mattress, so i bought two accent pillows as well which just happened to match the color of our bedroom set. might as well buy into the whole "bed ensemble" thing right? :)
finally, in the den, thomas is always taking all the tapes off the shelf and trying to find a way to stuff his hands in the VCR. yes, we still own one :)

face. it is his smile that he uses when he knows we want him to smile and he wants to please us and smiles really really big. it is so funny!
i am sure all babies do this - flapp all four limbs up and down when they are excited or happy or very pleased with something they have just accomplished. this pic actually captures that somewhat - just all hands and feet a blur with excitment.
such blanket kickers, there is no other way to keep him warm. and i can't imagine putting more clothes on him - he would be like this little hot dog boy with 5 layers of clothes on :)


I also started teaching thomas how to shop... he is a very fast learner and has already started reaching for things he likes, like shoes :)
Part of the evening routine before bed-time is story time! Thomas and mommy (sometimes daddy will do it) will sit down for a 3-5 minute story reading.
This particular book has a "reflective mirror" star on it. Thomas loves to stare at it (seeing another little boy inside the star) and sometimes he plants a kiss...actually a multiple of face plants as if to say...hey, who're you?


finally got some pics with the doctor...
he is currently 28.25 inches and 19.5 pounds. he is doing well, but his stupid undescended left testicle just does not want to come down. she said we might want to start thinking about going to a specialist, a urologist/surgeon that does babies. but i am just cringing thinking about him having to have any sort of surgery. we're just going to keep praying for now. God can heal - just depends on the method and the timing. we'll see...




last week, we painted the TV room - gray cashmere - sort of a light green/gray color. it is hard to get a good picture of it b/c it's a light color. i really wanted to use this great cement gray color they just put out for 2006, but william really disliked the idea of gray walls so i used the green/gray. it turned out really well so today we started painting the kitchen. it is called "light khaki" and looks like khaki during the day but at night, it turns a very strong green... split pea soup. that was not expected but oh well, that is why i am not a professional designer.
a pretty good sized breakfast, thomas played by himself on the floor for 45 minutes! 45 minutes.... i kept looking over, expecting him to look over at me and grunt, letting me know he was ready to do something different. but each time, he would just look over at me, smile and look back at whatever he was playing with. it was so nice to be able to get some stuff done, but it was a little sad too. i kept waiting for him to lift his arms out to me, but it just wasn't happening. it was like "uh uh... don't come over, i am fine here playing by myself for now. got too many interesting things to look at." getting bigger every day...