Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Where to start???

After realizing its been like 6 months since I have blogged, I realized that I needed to start blogging more. I know when I started this blog, I stated I wanted to give everyone a blow by blow account of what our daily life is life, but after realizing that our daily life is pretty lame, I decided that I needed a blog more for a therapeutic vent than anything.

These past two, maybe three months, have been filled with doctors appointment after doctors appointment. When I took Logan in for his 18 month well baby check up, they did the usual weight and height and all of the usual stuff they do. This time, when the doctor came in, she showed me that not only had Logan NOT grown, in regards to weight and height, he had lost weight and he had not grown a single centimeter since he was 1 year old. She then proceeded to diagnose him with "Failure to Thrive". I had an idea of what failure to thrive was, but I had no clue that they still diagnosed children with it. I knew that Logan was a small child. He has always been. Due to the birth defect that he had in utero, this was not something that was a surprise to me. He was only 5 lbs, 15 oz when he was born, which, for a full term baby, is pretty small. So I knew that when he was weighed at doctors appointments, when they told me that he was small and told me that he was less than 1%, the thought always crossed my mind, well, he started behind the scale, what makes you think that he would catch up in his first year of life?

But the Failure to Thrive diagnosis isn't what threw me for a loop. Our pediatrician referred us to a GI doctor, to make sure that Logan doesn't have any metabolically wrong with him. When we first saw the GI doctor, he did a round of blood tests, including allergy panels and such, to get an idea of where to go from here. Only problem? All the tests came back normal. No allergies, no mysterious blood work, no fat in the stool, no iron in the urine, ALL NORMAL. Ok... so what is next? We went back to the GI doctor, and he suggested seeing an allergist and a nutritional counselor, after I had mentioned that Logan was having a reaction to dairy products. Logan would get these HORRIBLE diaper rashes, consisting of open sores the size of quarters that engulfed his butt and his genital area, diarrhea, and vomiting, after ingesting dairy products. After my suspicions of Logan being allergic to milk, our pediatrician and the GI doctor referred us to the allergist. That appointment was today.

I was so anxious last night about our appointment. For me, this was a make it or break it kind of appointment. If Logan was allergic to dairy, then we had at least part of an answer and how to fix it. If Logan wasn't allergic to dairy, then  we were back at square one, with absolutely no answers. After Logan had a SEVERE allergic reaction yesterday, I decided to take pictures of the reaction and show the allergist. He looked at them and stated that they could possibly be related to an allergy. (WELL DUH! Why do you think I am here?? The view? I don't think so....) He asked if I had time to do the testing today. OF COURSE I DO! I don't care if I have to sleep here for the next 12 nights. I will make time!  So he proceeded to take us into another room and set us up to do the allergy testing. He did every kind of allergy test you could think of. He tested Logan for pollen, dog, cat, mold, cockroach (yuck), milk, soy, peanuts, shellfish.... EVERYTHING except the kitchen sink. At first, when I noticed the tests getting nice and red, a part of me was thrilled. Wow, we have an answer. I know that sounds sick and twisted, but for someone who has been to over 10 doctors since Logan was born, any answer at this point I will take. The nurse came back in about 20 minutes later, when the test was over, she came in an examined Logan. She looked, she stretched, she scratched, she poked, she did everything. In my opinion, everything was nice and red, and some even had hives. She then walked over to her chart, and proceeded to tell me the worst news yet. "Everything came back negative. He isn't allergic to anything". Um, what? Maybe you need to get your eyes checked lady. This one is red, that one is red, this one has a hive. OH LOOK, this one has a hive AND is red. She proceeded to tell me that it needs to look a certain way for it to be considered a positive test. Oh crap. Now I am back a square one. She told me that Logan could possibly be "sensitive" to dairy, which means he can tolerate it at low doses, but when he has a massive quantity of it, it could trigger a reaction. That wouldn't show in the poke tests that they did.

As I walked out of the doctors office, all I wanted to do was cry. Not because I was sad that he wasn't allergic to anything. I am thankful for that. What I wanted to cry about was all of the frustration. I have seen so many doctors, and not a single one of them have any answers. The nutritional counselor said Logan is getting all of the calories he needs a day, but for some unknown reason, his body isn't breaking down the food properly to allow him to absorb the nutrients in his food. Logan isn't the first, and regretfully not the last, child to be diagnosed with Failure to Thrive. Why am I having so many problems trying to get someone to take some time and figure out what is wrong. One doctor pushes me off another, who pushes me off on another, who tells me to go back to the two who I already saw. At what point do I just give up?

When we saw the nutritional counselor, she stated that when she looked at Logan, she wouldn't think that he was a child that was diagnosed with Failure to Thrive. Most children with this diagnosis are gaunt, pale, lethargic and overall not looking well. Logan is none of those. He has some chub to his cheek (but none to his waist), color in his cheeks, enough energy for 2 people, and overall a healthy little boy. He is just small. As I was driving home from the allergist this morning, filled with disappointment and frustration, I wondered if I should just give up.  Give up going to doctors, and just maybe accept the fact that he will be a small little boy, and I can deal with that. I keep trying to tell myself that we will all look back at this when he is 16 years old and the line back for the football team, being 6'0", and weighting 250 lbs. But for now, he is a 20 month little boy, who is 30 inches long, and 18 lbs. I get annoyed when people walk up to me when I am holding Logan and ask how old he is. When I tell him that he is 20 months old, I always get a surprised look like "Oh wow! He is so small!" Don't you think I know that?

Well for now, I am still deciding what to do? I moved up my appointment with the GI doctor, from 3 weeks away, to next week. I am done being nice. I am willing to kick some butt and take some names. If I thought for any second that I could march down to Children's Hospital of Los Angeles and meet with the best doctors I could find, and get some answers, then I would be down there marching on someones desk. But I know, that I wouldn't get any other answer than what I am getting right now. So I wait for the doctors that I have been referred to, to get up off their lazy butt and help me figure this out.

Unfortunately, the next step for us is more testing, some of it pretty invasive. As a mother, it just kills me to hold down my son, who is already terrified of doctors, and hear the screams and see the tears rolling down his sweet little cheeks, while some nurse performs a test, that will most likely come back normal. If I could do these tests for him, I would. But I know I can't. So I sit there and hold him, and sing to him, and be strong for him, because that is the ONLY thing I can do. I can't take the pain away, I can't make the test go any faster, I can't do anything but sit there and tell him how strong he is, how proud of him I am and how much I love him.

So the battle continues. More doctors, more tests, and less answers. But I do this for one reason....

For the smile of this little boy. Hopefully, he will start to feel better soon.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Another Recipe!!

So I decided that I was going to share a most delicious recipe with you. This is actually my own recipe. I created this myself. Now granted, it was based off of another recipe, but I change a few things on it. These are Carlos' new favorite cookies.

Almond Cookies

1/2 cup shortening - room temperature
1/2 cup almond butter - room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/8 teaspoon baking soda
1 egg
2 tablespoons whole milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 3/4 cups all-purpose flower

1/4 cup granulated sugar (set aside)
Whole toasted almonds

Preheat oven to 350*F. In a large bowl, combine shortening, and almond butter. Beat with an electric mixer on medium to high for 30 seconds (until the shortening and almond butter have combined). Add the 1/2 cup of granulated sugar, the brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda. Beat until combined, scraping the sides of the bowl down frequently. Beat in the egg, milk, and vanilla until combined. Beat in the flour.

Place 1/4 cup of granulated sugar in a small shallow bowl. (I use a pie dish). Shape dough into 1 inch balls. Roll balls in the sugar to well coat them. Shake off excess sugar and place balls 2 inches apart in an ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake in preheated over for 10 to 12 minutes, or until the edges are lightly browned and firm. (The center will still look raw). Immediately press almond into the center of the cookie. Transfer cookies to a wire cooling rack.

To store the cookies: Place in layers separated by wax paper, in an airtight container. Store at room temperature for up to 3 days (if they last that long) or freeze for up to three months.


New Year's Resolutions...what to do, what to do?

The New Year is upon us, and every year, I hear about people's New Year's resolutions. Every year, I have tried to start a resolution, only to give up on it by day 2. I'm not good with saying "OK...I am (or not) going to do this EVERYDAY." Most people have the resolution to loose weight, or work out everyday or stop smoking. I have always had lame ones, and for some reason, I can't remember a single resolution that I have had. I was on facebook this morning (as I usually am), and I read my friend Anne's status update. I loved her update. It went like this:

Anne doesn't really believe in New Year's Resolutions. Instead I try to improve myself every day, and do the things that are important to me. But I do hope that this is a year I can be successful at that, and all my friends as well.

I totally believe in this. This year, instead of saying I am going to lose weight, or exercise everyday or run a marathon, I am going to try to improve my life, my family and friends lives every day. If that means making a favorite meal for my husband, or taking my kids to the park, or even a simple phone call to see if someone is feeling better, then I will do it. I have many many things in my life that I need to improve on. I am the first to admit that. I have a rather short fuse, when it comes to my temper. I am going to try to improve my temper this year. I am going to take that deep breath, count to ten, remove myself from the situation, and then calm down before resuming. I also need to improve on my house keeping skills. When we moved out of our apartment and into the new house, I realized how bad I let things get. There was food, dust and unknown substances covering most of the furniture we had. Now I'm not saying that the furniture we had is some great shakes, but hey, it works for us, and instead of having to go out and buy new furniture, I rather keep what I have looking nice. Now, since we have moved into the new house, I have been stellar at keeping the house semi-clean. I found that it is easier to do a little bit everyday, and that way, it doesn't pile up on you. Making sure the dishes are done every night, instead of letting them pile up for days and days, is so much easier. Carlos has done a fantastic job at helping me keep the place clean to. We are trying to teach Connor the importance of keeping things nice and clean, but he just looks at me with this blank look on his face when I try to explain it to him.

I too hope that I can be successful at the things I have set out to change. I can't make these changes over night, or blink and everything will be perfect, but if I work on these things, one day at at time, I know I can be successful.

I am wishing each and every one of my friends and family a happy, healthy, safe and fun 2011. Lets make this year the most memorable year we know!

HAPPY 2011!!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Too much to do!!

To answer your first question, yes I do realize that it has been 2 months since  I have posted. But I have a good excuse!! Carlos and I bought our first house!! Now granted, this has only been going on for the last month, but oh boy, has it been a busy month.

Carlos and I had been having our eye on a house out in the Sylmar/Lake View Terrace area since the end of August. The house wasn't being sold as a "traditional" sale, aka, seller lists house, buyer buys house and 30 days later, its now their house. This house was being sold as "probate". Now I don't have a full understanding of probate, but from what I get, it means that grandma died, and didn't leave the house to one particular person, so the house had to be sold and the profit had to be shared amongst all of the beneficiaries. Some probates have to have a court confirmation, and some don't. This one did have to have a court confirmation. Its just the courts way to making sure the house gets sold for a fair amount, and no one gets away with something they shouldn't be. When we first eyeballed this house, we discovered that someone else had already put in an offer on the house and it was waiting for court confirmation. We waited and waited and for a change of pace, we waited some more. We then discovered that the court date would be November 19, at 8:00 AM. We found this out about a month before the date, and oh boy, was that the longest month of my life. The day before we were suppose to go to court, my mom and dad called me and told me about this other house that they just found. It had only been on the market for 3 days. They wanted to take Carlos and myself out to see the house, and oh boy, was I mad. The house was right around the corner from the other house we had been looking at. Why would you be showing us other houses the night before we are suppose to go to court? I was so upset. Why cloud my dream house? But we went out and saw this other house. I liked the house, but it didn't have the backyard that "our" house had. It has a lot more space than the house we had been looking at, but it didn't have the same size back yard. It was a newer house and it didn't need as much work as the other one too. While we were in the house, there was 8 other couples going through it too. I didn't like that too much, because I felt like I was being starred at the entire time. Finally the day came, and we went down to court. Now, I don't know if you have ever been in a court room, and hopefully, I hope you never find yourself in one, but it is very very difficult to hear in one. People are shuffling papers, and the people who are talking are faced away from you, so you can barely hear anything. So, we waited for our case to be called, and finally it was, and without hearing anything, someone walked up, and then about a minute later walked out of the court room, and they called the next case. Um.... what just happened here?? My dad rushed out of the court room to find the attorney who was just in there. We find out that the family continued the case until December 20. Oh great, we have to wait another month. I was just beside myself. I wanted to be in a house before Christmas. I couldn't think of being another month in our little 800 sq. foot apartment. I couldn't think of spending another Christmas in our tiny apartment. So that morning, my dad and I decided to write up an offer for the house that we saw the day before. I didn't think that we were going to get the house, but I thought it would be something to keep us entertained while we waited for court the next month. The next day, my dad submitted the offer and we waited. The next day, the Realtor who was selling it, emailed all of the people who had submitted offers and stated for everyone to submit their "Best and Final" offer. So we submitted our best and final offer and waited again. The next day, we found out we got the house. Um... what? I was sitting in the middle of In N Out when my dad called and told me and I had to prevent myself from screaming my lungs out. I was so excited. I didn't realize at that moment that it would be the beginning of the craziness.

During that point in time, Thanksgiving happened. Oh man, Thanksgiving was a busy week for us. My oldest brother, Mike, and his girlfriend, Jackie, and her two boys, Parker and Preston, came to visit us for the holiday. It was a ton of fun. We went to Disneyland the day before Thanksgiving, which I do not recommend, unless you have a death wish. It was SOO busy. I didn't think it was going to be that busy, but oh boy, was I wrong. We took a family Christmas card picture on Thanksgiving

Mom and all of the kiddos.

Logan, Me, Carlos and Connor

Then played with Connor's stomp rocket. That was a lot of fun. We all took a turn launching the rocket up into the air, including my mom and dad. The kids got a kick watching all of the adults make themselves look like idiots!

Up up and away!!

Its good!!

After the craziness of Thanksgiving cleared, we had to get right back to packing and moving. But first, Ann and I went over to my moms house and help set up Christmas decorations. I love doing that. Its one of my favorite things to do. It took us an afternoon, but we got it all done. I set up the tree, put up the lights and hung all of the ornaments, while Ann set up the outside lights and set up the decorations in the other rooms.

Connor in front of the tree

Grandma show Connor and Logan where each of the ornaments came from

I was tired after I set up the tree!!

Grandma and her two Grandbabies. 

Connor asking when Santa is coming

A couple of days before Thanksgiving, when escrow was opened, I put my 30 day notice in at my apartment. That felt SOOO good. Knowing that I only had 30 days to be cramped up in that little apartment!! During that month, we packed a little, had Thanksgiving, and then packed a little more. We had a rough time packing, because we had no place to put the packed boxes. I didn't want to leave the packing to the last minute, but I didn't want to be sitting on boxes for the next month. Finally, we had access to the house, but we couldn't move in quite yet. We had to have the place tented, to remove all of the termites. That took a couple of days, and then moving day was here. Carlos and I had done a good job on moving most of the boxes of there on our own, but we still needed to move all of the furniture over there. We got all of the furniture over there, and thanks to my family for helping me unpack all of the stuff. We got most of the boxes unpacked the first day and our house was actually livable. It felt so good.

The kids LOVE the extra space. They actually have their own play room. The kids sleep and bathe upstairs and then play down stairs. This helps minimizes the toys around the house. Now keeping the kids in the play room is the difficult task. They like to run around the entire house, which usually doesn't bother me, but right now, since the house has no furniture, it echoes all of their screams. The kids have the backyard to be playing in too, but its was raining all last week, so we didn't get to use it all that much. This week, we have used it plenty. We brought the play structure from my parents back yard out this past week and they have had a lot of fun.

Logan is 14 months old now. He is my little smiley baby. He just loves when people play with him and run around with him. He especially loves his big brother. Him and Connor are inseparable. They love to be with each other all day long. Logan came to sleep with Carlos and I the other night, and when Connor woke up and noticed that Logan wasn't in his crib, Connor ran into our room, at 6:14AM, and screamed "LOGAN IS GONE!" Logan then poked his head up from under the sheets  and the fun ensued (at 6:14 in the morning...).

Connor is 3 and a half. Goodness..... Where did my baby go? He is into Star Wars big time. Carlos sat down with him a few months ago and watched the entire set of Star Wars movies. To this day, I still don't know how Carlos got him to sit there and watch all 6 movies. I can barely do that. He has to have all of the toys and such that go along with the movies. He does everything with those toys. They go with us to the store, they go in the bath, they go to school, they go to church, they go everywhere. He is going to preschool 2 days a week in the morning, and he loves it. He wishes he could go to preschool everyday with his friends.

Carlos is on winter break for 2 months. He likes the time off because it gives him the time that he wants to do things around the house. We have a lot of landscaping to do in the back yard, and by landscaping, I mean tearing out a bunch of plants. Carlos likes to tinker with things, and this gives him the time to do so. He will start back up his diet after the first of the year to finish losing that last 20 lbs. He has done well with keeping the 50 lbs he lost off, but struggles on not returning to his old eating habits. He weighs himself everyday and doesn't let himself get away with too much.

I have been keeping myself busying with a bunch of baking during the Holidays. I love to bake. I love to eat even more! We had our first official dinner party on Christmas Eve. We had Carlos' family over for dinner and it was fantastic (if I don't mind saying so myself). It was a lot of fun, and I look forward to having many  more dinner parties.

I hope that everyone had a Merry Christmas and we are sending you Happy New Year wishes. Stay safe!!

I am hoping, now that the dust has settled, to return to posting on a regular basis, but no promises. I am trying to keep myself busying around here!!

Happy New Year!!

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Barnes and Noble Fundraiser for Connor's Preschool

Dear Friends and Family,

Connor's preschool fundraiser with Barnes and Noble is being held on Friday, October 29, 2010 at the Barnes and Noble store in our area and online at Barnes and Noble offers books, music, DVDs, educational toys and games, gift products and so much more.

For every eligible item that is purchased online at Barnes and Noble on behalf of Connor's school, Barnes and Noble contributes up to 12% of the purchase price to Connor's Preschool.  More details are available  on the website.

Please consider visiting the Barnes and Noble website and making a purchase on Connor's behalf. Click the link below to start shopping and please make sure you entire the school's bookfair ID (10311256) on the payment page to ensure we receive credit.

Thank you so much for all of your help!

Carrie & Connor

BOOK FAIR ID: 10311256

Note: The Bookfair ID is good until November 3, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


Late on the news, I have been hearing a lot about bullying. There have been many teenagers that, unfortunately, taken their own life, due to  bullying. One of the more popular cases was the college student, whose sexual encounter with the same sex, ended up being video recorded and shared with others. He jumped off the George Washington bridge to end the pain. I don't blame him. I too, like most children, was severely bullied. Some of my earliest memories of school, are those days I was bullied. Back then, it wasn't as drastic as it is today. Back then, there wans't things like the internet (OH GOD IM OLD), or youtube/facebook/social networks. Like most children growing up, I was never comfortable in my own skin.

 There was group of girls at my elementary school, who I swore, their life goal was to make my life miserable. I was never good enough to hang out with them, and I tried my hardest to be part of their group. Looking back at it, I don't understand why, but back then, they were the beginning and the end. I just wanted to be a part of ANY group. These girls made it a point in their day to make me miserable and make sure that they made me feel like crap. My mom had some rules about modesty (which I thank her for now!). These girls would wear short skirts and tiny shirts, and, me wanting to be like them, I thought if I dressed that way, I would automatically be liked by them. Well, my mother put a stop to that. She wouldn't buy me the short dresses and the tiny shirts. I thought my mother hated me! I wore the knee length  dresses, and the modest tops and felt like a complete LOSER.  If these girls EVER found out that I liked a boy, they would get that boy to pretend that he liked me and then in the middle of the playground, he would tell me off.  I remember a specific boy who I had the hugest crush on. He "dated" (as much as elementary kids can date) one of the popular girls and she found out that I liked him. She pretended that they had "broken up". She played me like a fiddle. She had me go up to him and tell him I like him. Well, he sat there, and looked me in the eye and told me how ugly I was. Wow......I was crushed. I hated elementary school. I can remember just feeling so low and so down about myself. Now suicide never crossed my mind (at least that I can remember), but I know how much I dreaded going to school. 

In middle school, I was bullied for liking the band Hanson. No joke, I was actually beat up because I liked the band. I also tried out for cheerleading at Wilson, and some girl always use to call me "wanna-be-cheerleader". I never understood that, because at least I had the balls to go out and try. She was just a loser who sat there. I met a great group a friends in middle school who really helped me become who I am today. Thank goodness middle school was only two years, because I don't think I would have been able to take much more of it. Middle school is the time in life where boys and girls hit puberty. I remember this boy who I was kind of crushing over, came up to me and told me to look down. I was puzzled, so I looked down. He asked me what I saw, and I said my feet. He looked up at me and said "EXACTLY!". I was confused and then told me that I was the President of the "itty bitty titty committee" (A title that I am very proud of today!) I was always so upset that my boobs were big enough, my hair wasn't blonde enough, my eyes weren't blue enough and I wasn't perfect. I had a mousey brown hair, freckles and I was short and scrawny. I remember asking my mom if I could have my freckles lasered off, because I didn't want them anymore. She told me that by the time I was 16, they would go away (MOM, Im 25 and they are still there..... IM WAITING). I could have done everything that I thought would make me perfect, and for some reason, I think I would have still been an outcast. 

In high school, I tried SO hard to be someone who I wasn't. I would change my "style" everyday, to try to fit in with what the popular people were wearing and what they were doing. I don't know why I tried so hard, but I did. I just wanted to fit in, like EVERY OTHER kid in school. Finally, at the second semester of my senior year, I gave up. I remember the specific moment, where I sat at lunch, looking at every person in the school and thinking, who am I ever really going to see again? The people who I wanted to keep on contact with, I have, and every other person, I have never seen again (THANK GOODNESS). I am so thankful that I found that point in my life, when I could just give up. Not give up in a bad way, but give up in a good way. I was just so happy being ME. Yes, I am loud, obnoxious, funny, cute, LOUD, vivacious, stubborn and every other thing you can think of, but that is ME. 

We need to teach our children to be proud of who they are. They might not be the fastest athlete, or the smartest nerd, or the cutest on the playground, but there is something special about each and every one of them. I can only hope that I give my boys the confidence to be proud of who they are. Connor might be energetic and outgoing, but he is one of the sweetest kids I know. He is always ready to give someone a hug when they need it. Logan, well Logan is growing into a great person as we speak. He is here for a specific purpose, and I can't wait to see him grow up and be a good man. Lets stop these suicides of young children and young adults and give them confidence to scream at the top of the lungs. "I AM CARRIE. I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM!". To others, I might not always be right, or be perfect, but to me, I am perfect. I want each and every one of you to look in the mirror every morning and every night and say "I AM ME." We can't change who we are, we can only embrace it. It doesn't matter if you are gay, straight, bicurious, Blonde, Burnette, Redhead, blue eyed, brown eyed, short, tall, fat, skinny or all of the above. You are YOU and LOVE yourself. Lets teach this to our children.

 Lets also teach our children that everyone is different. If everyone was made the same, life would be pretty boring. I don't want to be like the next person. I kind of like who I am. 

Monday, October 4, 2010

Ok Ok....I know I know!!

Yes, I do know that it has been quite some time since I have posted. Life has been....well...LIFE. Obviously, a lot has happened in the last month or so. Connor started preschool (sniff sniff). He started at Our Children's Place in Burbank. The school is a co-op, which means, in exchange for lower tuition, I volunteer my time. Connor goes two days a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I voluteer two days a month. Not a bad deal. I can take Logan with me too, which is always a bonus. Connor absolutely LOVES it at "his school" and wishes he could go more often. I'm sorry...the school is not really a preschool, but a playschool. The kids are able to go and be kids for just a few short hours everyday. They can play on the playground equipment, they can do art projects, or they can just sit and talk to the sky if they want to. Its great for the kids.

Carlos has been doing FANTASTIC on his diet. He started on the first of August weighing 287. As of this morning, October 4, he not weights 238. Yes...that is correct. 238. He dedicated himself to losing the weight, and he did it. He lost 50 lbs. He looks FANTASTIC. He went from a size 42 to a size 38. Instead of paying for a gym membership, he talked to the principal at his school and asked if he could use the weight room there. The principal said as long as it didn't conflict with the afternoon sports, he could use it. After school everyday, he hits the weight room for 30 minutes to do some weight lifting. This guy has arms bigger than my head. When we went to buy him new shirts, he wanted to try on a large, instead of a 2XL, but was discouraged that the large didn't fit. We finally realized that it wasn't the waist of the shirt that was too small, it was the shoulders and the arms. Lets just say he was very relived. Carlos has a very particular style that he likes, and to try to find shirts that fit him in this style, we have started sewing him shirts.

RVCA Men's Country Plaid Woven Shirt
We have only partically got through one shirt, mostly because of the lack of equipment (and space!). We have had to borrow sewing machines to try to sew the shirt, but that is getting a little ackward! If you ever wanted to get Carlos a shirt like this, you can always find it on his wish list .  Or if you are feeling generous, here is my list . These are great lists, because if I want to get Carlos a gift, I know exactly what he wants.

I have been busy, trying to keep all of the balls in the air. I am on the board of Connor's preschool and I volunteer at Connor's preschool. Logan is walking now, so he is handfull. He likes to get into everything he shouldn't be getting into, which is typical of any baby at this age! He has such a cute personality. He is such a charmer, until he doesn't get what he wants, and then he lets you know (I wonder where he got that from?). He is starting to say certain words that I can recognize. He says Mama and baba mostly. This kid, unlike Connor, is such an eater. With Connor, we have to sit down and sit with him and basically force him to eat. Dinner usually takes us about 2 hours, just with sitting with Connor and making him eat, and usually ends in Connor going to bed early because he won't eat. Logan has never met a food he doesn't like. He will usually eat anything and everything (THANK GOODNESS!).

As we speak, I am trying to upload pictures, which for some reason, are taking FOREVER. I have so many cute pictures to share, and they are taking like two hours to upload. Great, Im paying for the faster speed on my internet, and my computer just won't deal with it...LOVELY. Well I guess I will post pictures later on. Humph...... Just when I get back into blogging.......