The Connolly Family

The Adventures of Matt, Shannon, Liam & Paige

Month: February 2011

By The Numbers

Number of articles of clothing/burp cloths/exersaucer seats/changing pads covered in poop as of 8:45am = 0

Number of articles of clothing/burp cloths/exersaucer seats/changing pads covered in poop as of 8:46am = 8

Number of parental units in our house at 8:45am = 2

Number of parental units in our house at 8:46am = 1

Number of poop-covered feet on our baby at 8:46am = 2

Number of poop-covered feet in our baby’s mouth at 8:47am = 2

Number of poop-covered hands on our baby at 8:47am = 0

Number of poop-covered hands on our baby at 8:47:30 = 2

Current approximate height of our baby = 27″

Approximate number of inches of our baby (in height) covered in poop at 8:48am = 23″

Approximate height of our baby’s head = 7″

Approximate depth of our baby’s belly button = 1/2″

Approximate amount of our baby’s belly button filled with poop at 8:48am = 75%

Total number of crevices between our baby’s toes = 8

Total number of crevices between our baby’s toes covered in poop at 8:48am = 7

Number of baths required in our house as a result of the events of the morning = 2

Number of moms in our house who need a vacation = 1

Paige Laughing Video

Paige apparently enjoys being bounced. Check out the giggles in this video (but please ignore the “suggested videos” that YouTube puts up after our video is over — from what little I’ve seen, NO ONE I know would actually suggest you look at any of them…):

Sweet Baby Girl

Here are some pictures I took yesterday afternoon.  I’d like to have pictures of both of my children but Liam is generally uncooperative of anything I’m asking him to do these days and fighting for pictures just isn’t worth it.  I got a few shots of him that I’ll put up here, but as you’ll see by the disproportionate number of pictures of Paige, she’s a much more willing participant.  I’m taking advantage of that while I can.  Here are some pictures of (mostly) our sweet baby girl.

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Do my children have the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, or what?

Valentine’s Day 2011

Liam started out the day by making a heart cake with Gran.  He then devolved into refusing to nap.  He finished the day by waking up multiple times crying for water, the last time at 10:30.  We’re in a war with his sleep habits right now and Matt and I are losing.  Badly.  We have tried EVERYTHING that we could think of, EVERYTHING we have read about, and we’re still losing.  He’s still losing, because he is exhausted and cranky and generally a pill to be around.  We’re not giving up, but it would really be okay with everyone involved if this stopped.  Soon.  Everyone’s tired of fighting.  But I digress.  Before the day ended in a puddle on the floor, Liam made a heart cake with his Gran.  Here are the pictures (I think they speak for themselves):

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Happy (slightly belated) Valentine’s Day!

Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’

Yesterday I put Paige down on her tummy in her crib while I went to help Liam in the bathroom.  She’s finally tolerating “tummy time” for more than a few seconds so I thought I’d let her spend a few minutes on her belly.  She basically spends the time in a full-on Superman position (coincidence, or genes?  we’ll never know…) while teetering back and forth and ultimately getting super angry that she’s not in any position other than the one in which she finds herself.

Not this time.

I heard her screeching in frustration (as usual) for a few minutes and then she was back to cooing and gurgling (and, let’s be honest:  screeching and yelling out excitedly).  I finished up with Liam and went to check on her and found that (you guessed it) she had turned over onto her back.  I’ve basically been (slightly neurotically) watching her weeble to the brink of rolling over (from both belly to back and vice versa) for a solid month waiting for this to happen.  And she does it for the first time when I leave the room.  I am trapped in this house with these children for all but about two hours per week.  The very least that I’d like to take from it is not missing their milestones and triumphs.

I know she’ll do it again when I’m watching, but I hate that I missed the first time.

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