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 *His  milky baby breath. Sweet and so yummy. I want to keep it in a jar.
* Playing on the change table He LOVES the change table…kicking and cooing and smiling…
* His 26 different smiles. The best one being when a boob is coming towards his face. Hilarious.
* Nursing and Nuzzling..
* Watching him sleep. I should sleep when he sleeps. (Why is that so hard?)
* Laying on our big bed with him next to me and being quiet while he coos and giggles and touches my face.
* The way his eyes follow his father’s movements and voice.
* The big stretches and scrunchy faces when he’s waking up.
* Mommy and Baby Yoga.
* Tiny little toenails.
* Tiny little earlobes.
* Tiny little baby bum.
* Not so tiny baby farts. How does a little angelbum make such terrible noises?
* Kicking and splashing in the tub. And every once in a while…peeing in the tub.
* Reading books..especially “Guess How Much I Love You.”
* That in these past 11 weeks my life has meant more than the previous 1669 weeks I’ve been on this earth.

At some incredibly ugly , severely overpriced dresses Oscar fashion, shall we? Oh come on…you know you wanna.

Okay. What. The. Hell. Is. This??????

Not good.

And this is CHANEL. I LOVE the Chanel. But I do not love this:

Next we have SJP. I’m a fan. She is also in Chanel. A Chanel pillowcase, apparently.

Next, feast your eyes on this:

Roseboobs?? Seriously?? Uggghhh.

And just when I thought all of Hollywood was playing some kinda Oscar dress prank on all of us…..this appeared:

Perfection. That looks gooooooood. I heart Sandra. Best Dress, Best Actress, Best Acceptance Speach.

*It should be noted that I wrote this entry in Yoga pants, pink fuzzy slippers and a baby puke stained tank top. So clearly, I know fashion. Whatever. My baby wouldn’t even barf on that Roseboob dress Charlize was rocking. That’s how bad it was.

Teehee.

From the begining of the Olympics. Makes me proud.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYoTJItSPt0

Sorry. But I find most of my time is spent gazing at this:

Don’t be jealous. Sometimes he does this:

But then he does this..and all is right with our world again:

Because some of you adorable listener friends have accosted me at the grocery store and demanded it lovingly requested more pictures of my wee little dreamboat…..I happily oblige:

Here’s the blue eyed bathing beauty:

And here he is telling me bathtime sucks:

And here he is all milk drunk and passed out:

Dreamboat. I told you. And right now the wee dreamboat is screaming his face off for boobs politely asking to be fed, so I must go.

Happy Friday Y’all!

xx00

I looked down at my hoodie today and realized there was baby barf on it but I already had Ayson in his car seat and ready to go to the grocery store so instead of changing it (as I would of done pre-baby if something narsty was on me as I suffer from extreme OCD and would’ve been all crazy to clean! it! NOW!) I simply wiped it off with a baby wipe and went on my merry way. It’s kind of reminiscent of yesterday when on the way to wash my hands after a major poopy diaper I noticed I had some major poopy on my hand and didn’t even flinch. This would have sent me Amy Winehouse crazy pre-baby. Poop? On my hand? THE HORROR!
Also….did you see American Idol when the dude sang the “Pants On the Ground” song that is all the new You-tube rage? At our house we sing that song a lot but have reworked the lyrics to go a little something like this, “Poop in your pants, poop in your pants, smelling really foul with some poop in your pants.”
This is my new life.
And I love it.

http://1000awesomethings.com/

Here are some of my fav’s:

#594- When your windshield wipers match the beat of the song you’re listening to.

#606-The kids table

#619-When the person at the store tells you the thing you’re going to buy goes on sale tomorrow

#622-When the dog is REALLY excited you’re back home.

#642-Slowing down

#641-Kicking the snow clumps of the back of your cars mud flaps

….but instead I just had to share this with y’all:

Oh…and this:

and finally, these:

We are so in love…and next time, we’ll even let Daddy be in the pictures! (He was at work…..making Mama the money..’cause we all know the Nutbrown Motto, “If Mama ain’t happy…ain’t nobody happy”…..lol)

Of course, all of these incredible images are courtesy of your favourite honourary KIX Chick, Sandy Jamieson. Go to www.zaidababy.com to book a session, order the book and capture your most precious memories, forever. 

Okay, now that you’ve been exposed to the adorableness that is Ayson Nutbrown,  I’ll go undeck our halls. Happy New Year my darlings! From our home to yours….may you have a million blessings, a zillion laughs and all good things come into your heart in 2010!

to Ayson Todd Nutbrown:

He was born December 21st, 2009 at 9:19pm. Six years ago on  December 21st….. my mother passed away. What a beautiful gift she sent us to change that sad day into a joyous one. I’ll be forever grateful for her sign from Heaven that she truly is, always watching.

Ayson is a wonderful baby. He loves to eat and only cries when his diaper is off and he’s cold. Fancy that, A December baby, born to 2 beach bums, who hates the cold. Ha!

Thank you all for your love, blessings, and flood of beautiful messages to welcome our boy.

As Sandy mentioned on the KIX Chicks Facebook page, his name means, “his mother’s love, his father’s pride.” Little Ayson is certainly living up to his name.

…..we have some serious Christmas Illuminati. Not weird killer ‘Illuminati’ like from that Dan Brown novel turned Tom Hanks movie….’Illuminati’ like people who take their Christmas lights religiously. And what with my pregnant bitchiness hugeness glow and all, it’s a Christmas freakin’ miracle we even got the tree up and cookies baked this year. So when Todd asked about what we should do about outdoor lights…..I suggested something like this:

It’s the thought that counts.