I am...

...NOT pregnant. (Are you panicking yet Mimi??) Just to confirm. Since I know there are some of you out there in blog stalker land that seem to correlate a lack of blogging on my part with a bun in the oven. Nope, no way, forget it. I am NOT pregnant.

I will admit, that my absence from blogging is linked to pregnancy though. My previous pregnancy to be exact. Pretty much overnight, my sweet, little, innocent boy has turned into "Mr. Destructo" as he sneaks his way through the house leaving nothing but a trail of destruction behind him. I guess this is my formal welcome to the world of boys! In the past week I've also learned exactly why they put straps in grocery shopping carts. I don't understand how a 9 month old can be so freakishly strong! It's a pretty safe assumption that Hayley's ridiculous endurance and Todd's superbaby strength did not genetically come from me.


And it would also appear that Todd has taken after his father in the food consumption department as well. At his 9 month well baby check, what I thought was my BIG boy, had dropped clear down to the 10% for weight while remaining in the 75% for length. Todd, like Hayley, and like Brian can (and do) eat all day long. And LOSE weight. It's positively maddening. Now that Todd has been introduced to the wonderful world of finger food and the Cheerios, green bean, and chunky goodness that comes with it, the boy cannot seem to ever get himself full. He may ONLY be 17 pounds, but it certainly isn't for lack of eating.

Which has in turn brought about the most vehement bout of sibling rivarly that I've seen yet. For weeks, Hayley's snacktime went like this: Hayley climbs in snack chair and rapidly begins consuming Cheerios. Chloe, a seasoned veteran to the game, waits in the wing for the first ting of a Cheerio to hit the floor before swooping in. Todd becomes aware of feeding action in the kitchen and crawls his way over to Chloe with the "What's happenin' buddy?" look on his face. Chloe, annoyed says, "bring it." And the wrestling match over each Cheerio begins. But the wheels begin turning in Todd's little head and he soon figures that he can cut Chloe off at the pass by just TAKING a Cheerio off the table. Little does he know the dangers of an irrate sister that lurk in these unchartered waters.

Exhibit A: Take special note of the foot on his head