Superman

Super Baby...

He made a pretty awesome Superman, if I do say so myself.

He'll be 10 months tomorrow. He walks, he talks, he shakes his bum. We'll work on the flying part later. Maybe when he's 11 months.

the 'do

Hair. Glad to have it. Here's a few of Cohen's favorite looks.

Straight (rare, very rare)

Time crunch.


Mohawk.

Windswept.

After nap.

The church 'do

Don't know what to call this but glad it never happened again.

Hard to believe the little dude is 8 months already. He gets comments all the time about his curly hair. And his teeth (all 6 of them.)

He's been crawling for a couple of months and I'm praying that he holds out awhile before walking although it doesn't look too promising. The kid is a daredevil. Love him to bits.

Slacker

That's me. Slackin'. I thought about blogging the other day when I saw a lady at the grocery store wearing a scrub top with her jeans. That's one of my pet peeves. I don't know why but it bugs the tar out of me. Why are you wearing a scrub top? If you just came from work where are your scrub pants? But obviously you didn't come from work because it's 10 am and you are at the grocery store. So, just thought you'd wear a scrub top? What do you do for work? Do you work? And maybe that's why it bugs me because instead of focusing on picking out the best avocados I am worrying about her choice of clothing.

Anyhow, back to me being a slacker. I just haven't known what to blog about, and it's because when I started this blog a few years back I did it with the intention of proving that you did not have to have children to blog. I could have a blog and update it regularly and none of my posts would depend on the fact that I had offspring.

But now I do have an offspring, and I could post pictures of him everyday, I want to post pictures of him everyday. Yet I feel as that would be a betrayal to my former self, and somehow to this blog. Weird, I know. I can be fiercely loyal and sometimes it radiates into certain areas that don't require loyalty, like blogging.

So here's to freedom, here's to blogging about whatever I choose, especially if it's a face as cute as this...

Sleep deprivation

Or at least that's what I'm blaming it on. Tonight I made dinner and thought it would be okay to use wax paper instead of parchment paper in the oven. At 450 degrees. Wax melts at that temperature. Whoops.

Here's what's keeping me up at night...

Impressive

I would never have guessed that something this cute :

Could make a mess like this:

That's right folks, up to the neckline. Awesome.

March 7th

Cohen was blessed on the 7th. Scott only got nervous for a bit as Cohen expressed his dislike of not being held closely. It was a great day and we are so grateful for all of our friends and family who were able to share in his special day.

Cohen on the blanket made especially for him by a good family friend. (Thanks Lee!)

Parents and Grandparents

Stats

Stats. I didn't really care for stats in college. Here's some stats I like.

2 months

12 lbs. 2 oz.

22.5 in.

A perfect baby. (The doctor's words, not mine, though I don't disagree.)

Dear US Airways

Dear US Airways,
We don't like you. Still. You're attempt to smooth out our relationship by giving us 2 $100 vouchers after our Paris debacle was marred by how difficult you make it to use such vouchers. Should I really have to spend 2 hours on the phone with customer service reps to book 2 one way tickets. I don't think so. Is to too much to ask that those customer service reps speak English? I don't think so. Should I have to pay $30 for every bag I want to check? I don't think so.
I'm not so sorry to say that we've booked our last flight with you and that's only because you wouldn't let us give those vouchers away and we don't like waste.
Sincerely,
The Paxman's

for my mom

I'm thinking Aladdin...

The Diaper Genie- sounds somewhat magical, doesn't it? As if you throw your diapers into some deep abyss and the Diaper Genie takes care of them for you. Wrong. There is nothing magical about pulling out and throwing away a 3 foot long plastic sleeve stuffed with a weeks worth of dirty diapers. Nothing magical at all.

Gaining and losing

In three weeks Cohen has gained more than 2 pounds but has lost a good chunk of his hair. He's gone from fauxhawk to mohawk. Poor kid. There's still a hint of the Paxman hairline but I'm sure it will be gone soon. Here's a few pics from the last 3 weeks, in no particular order.

Perfection

Perfection looks like this at the Paxman house.

John Cohen Paxman 7lbs 1 oz, 19.5 in.

Our little man apparently didn't want a Christmas birthday (or a tax break for his parents) so he held out until New Year's Day.

Cohen is doing great and we couldn't be happier.

We love every little bit of him.

And yes, Scott is changing diapers.