What Dreams Are Made Of

When I was pregnant, today was the kind of day that Warren & I would dream about. I think it's the kind of day all expectant couples dream about.

Wintery Sunshine. Dogs in tow. A walk through the park, with your wee babe in a sleigh during Christmas time. Only back then, our imaginations really couldn't do it justice. Honestly, you can't dream up cuteness like this...

Rhys, not too sure he's going to enjoy this:

What? We have dogs?

Token me & Rhys shot, so I'm not the invisible mom:

A father's loving glance:

Okay, maybe that wasn't so bad:

Christmas 2009

Merry Christmas Everyone!

This is Rhys Cronin here. I'm guest blogging today. I'm still learning what 'blogging' is, so I hope I'm doing it properly.

This year was my first Christmas EVER. Well, sort of. Last year I was in my mom's belly and I think I was really small and looked like an alien. Glad I grew out of that stage.

My Auntie and Uncle and cousins went to Australia for Christmas this year, so I got to go to an early Christmas dinner at their house. I got to sit at the big table with the grown ups. I only threw my toy in mom's mashed potatoes twice, and only spilled one glass of wine on Auntie Donna, so I think that means I did really good.

Here's me on the table:

When 'real' Christmas came, mom and dad took me to church the night that Santa comes. They told me Santa doesn't go to church, so I'm still a little confused about all that, but I had a good time anyway. In fact, I had so much fun at church that I fell asleep on Papa. Reverend Lee says that if you need a good sleep, church is a good place to go.

After church, we went to Grampa's house where I opened my first Christmas presents.

Here's me with Mama and Aunt Kayley and Uncle James by the tree. I got some colorful books from them:

Then, on Christmas morning, mom and dad took me downstairs to the Pub to see what Santa brought. It was decorated so pretty. I really liked it down there:

Here's me with my Santa presents & stocking. The big red bag beside me is my 'Santa Sack', and it has my name on it. It used to belong to Papa, so I feel very lucky that it's mine now:

I love my new highchair that Gramma gave me, but I'm not so sure about that blue bow:

I also really like my new sleigh that Nana gave me. Can't wait to take this puppy for a spin:

Me and my Nana:

Me and GranDan:

Me, Nana & GranDan:

Here's me with my Gramma at Christmas dinner that Nana hosted:

Here's a photo that mom and dad wanted. They said they needed a picture of the 3 of us together. But we were all REALLY tired, so the picture was taken quickly in the hallway. Mama wishes it was in front of a tree, and that we all should have red sweaters on, but I told her that it was a nice photo anyway.

Hope you had a Merry Christmas too!

XOX

Rhys Cronin

Random Thoughts

1) You know how 'Survivor' always has the final votes on the island, then everyone returns to the studio in Hollywood for the final reveal of the winner? Of course, once in Hollywood, all the women are 'done up' in full hair & make-up. In my opinion, every single one of them ALWAYS looked younger and prettier au naturel. Makes me wonder if maybe we all would?

2) The Balloon Boy Family. Everyone hates them. So why are we worried they might get a reality show? Who would sponsor that? Who would watch that? Who cares?

That's all I got right now. Just trying to get back 'in the swing' of blogging, since it's been a while.

5 and Counting

Mr. Rhys continues to grow and change at the speed of light, but instead of getting all sentimental and teary eyed I'll just post some picks of him with his Papa:

This one just cracks me up for some reason:

Oh, and one MAJOR development to report: Rhys has abruptly decided that NURSING IS FOR WIMPS. I'm trying desperately not to take it personally, but when the fruit of your loins screams bloody murder when you put him to your breast after months of heart ache (and nipple ache) to give him nature's nectar, it's hard not to. I simply can't pump enough for this very HUNGRY boy, so at the 4.5 month mark I was learning how to feed my baby all over again. He now nurses first thing in the morning, then has bottles of breast milk and formula the rest of the day. I'm thinking solid foods can't wait for the 6 month mark...we'll see.

Anyway, here he is with his NEW love. THE BOTTLE.

Random Cuteness:

Taken at exactly 5 months old: