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.

The Griswold's

I did not marry Clark Griswold. Or at least I didn't think I did. It's not so much the lights, we have an appropriate amount on our roofline. But the tree, that's when I begin to question. There's that one scene in the movie when they are out in the middle of the forest and Juliette Lewis appears frozen as does the rest of the family as Clark finds the perfect, albeit slightly ginormous Christmas tree. I relived that moment in recent history. Minus being completely frozen because let's be honest, I live in Portland, and while it has been cold in recent weeks, it's not cold enough to frost your eyelashes.

Scott's idea of the perfect tree resembles that of Clark Griswold, the bigger the better. I like Christmas trees, I even like tall Christmas trees, I just have never thought that an eight foot tree would be considered shrimpy. This is the beauty that Scott and I ended up with. It's about 11 feet and somehow my husband feels like we should have gone taller, after all there is still a good 5 feet to the top of the ceiling.

Scott is 6 feet tall, just for reference.

Scott cut down our manly tree with an equally manly saw, or at least that's the story we're telling.

Then he strapped it to the Rodeo and we headed home, losing only minor branches and pine needles.


Merry Christmas.
love,
The Griswold's