The Connell Chronicles: Admitting I am an addict..

Hello, My name is Melody, and I am addicted to coffee..

Last week, actually beginning the week before, was engulfed with the nights being filled with the teething terrors that I have feared since before Brady was even gracing the world with his presence. The poor guy has 6 coming in at once and they are coming on with a vengeance and I wish I could squash the pain he is having to endure. For almost 7 days beginning 4/20/11, we (Brady and I, someone has to get rest- AKA BABY DADDY :)) were up throughout the night with the exception of that Friday, we both got a full nights sleep on that night. Monday (4-25) night it went as far as Brady getting a fever, and at 2 am that fever made it up to 1:55 am (and yes I know the exact minute for almost every time I have been out of bed to nurse him back to comfort :)), and I didnt make it back into bed until around 4:30. For some reason my skin must have a S on my chest that I can’t see, or it just thinks that it is SUPERWOMAN because most of the time when I try to go back to sleep, yeah it doesn’t happen. SOOOO FRUSTRATING! Especially when at that point my life is literally a clock and I sit there and think in my head just how much sleep I will be getting at this time, or that time. It soooo took me right back to the good ol’ newborn days, and I soooo wanted to go right back out of those good ol’ newborn days of sleep deprivation ;). EVERY.TIME, I get back in bed after getting Brady back to sleep I say a prayer to the poppa above telling him thank you for giving me the “knowledge”, strength, and the coffee ;) to do what needs to be done. Last night we both got a full nights sleep, I am pretty sure that I could run a marathon today… ok well not so much, but you get the point. Hopefully we are back on track with our snoozing, I pray we are. He has started waking up for like 30 seconds, cries softly once or twice and then goes back to sleep. It's weird.. so of course now I am going crazy with the dang thermostat.. is he hot, cold, medium? :)

The sounds of shattering haunt me as little guy and his inspector gadget arms can now reach up and open my ever so fragile china cabinet GLASS doors. He can reach things at crazy distances now on counters, at tables at restaurants. I can’t find a picture, which is making me bonkers by the way because I know there has to be one out there), of the scene in ET where all you can see are his little fingers reaching around on the counter. That is what it is like at our house now haha! All of a sudden you can see these little sausages feeling around on the counter to see what lucky “find” he might be able to reach. Mom and I had a giggle at lunch the other day because now when we go out to eat there is a lovely half moon of cleared area to salvage anywhere his little “windshield wiper arms” might be able to clear off :). I am really amazed at just how much a waiter will place in front of him that I want to say, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?? :). I try to remember if I thought of stuff like that during my waiting years.. Of course I can’t remember :).

Loves to smell things- He is really funny with his “smelling” of things. He will pick anything up and hold it INTO his nose and smell it. WEIRD :).

MR. MIYAGI, aka, Brady’s hero.. well living in hot Texas where the BBQ’s are abundant means that we will forever have to fight the winged devils that drive me (and I can’t forget to mention the poor basset) crazy. Well, not anymore.. not only does our house come outfitted with the prettiest pinkest fly swatter hanging on the fridge ready to smush the flying rats if I am quick enough, I now have a fly catching son. I feel lucky for having a basset that will bite the air so quickly, sometimes quick enough to actually catch the devils that drive him to the looney place. This biting the air, snapping the flappy lips every 2 seconds makes me want to go batty too. WELL now do I not only have a sometimes talented basset, but I also have a toddler who TWO TIMES now has handed me a fly, and about freaked me out. A- I am so not a girly girl, and I am so much of a girly girl at the same time :). When it comes to anything bigger then a rollie pollie, and it touching me, yeah I will get the chills and be so grossed out in about .1 seconds. I don’t know when or where it happened that I just cringe with the thought of something touching me. Well, our flies are different in our household, they actually take naps I think. There are times that I think they are possums, I swear they play dead when I hit them, maybe trying to help my self esteem? When I go back to clean up my defeated fly, there is no fly, and next thing I know that buzzy rat is flying at my face. They like to hang out in the Connell household, I swear you can catch them once they are full and fat.. they love to hang out around the windows, OF COURSE. Who wouldn’t want to hang out at the one place that will make the most noise and drive the occupants crazy. Well my son has decided that it is a fun game to take his thumb and pointer finger in a pinching type of posture, he will follow the fly along the windows constantly trying to pinch it.. until he wins. For the record let’s just say that I AM HOPING that the 2 flies he has brought me are the ONLY 2 flies that he has caught because the thought of there being more.. OH GOSH THAT IS GROSS.

BAAATHET- Do not ask me why or when we started, but we have taken on to nicknaming Clyde, basset lol. The poor dog is just getting more and more neglected, I mean he lost his name for Pete’s sake :). I really don’t even remember when it started, it was before Brady.. we would play with him and be like AWWWW SWEET BASSET (on a good day he would be called “sweet” ) :). Well it has stuck, and badly. We got home yesterday and Brady went running to the sliding glass door and was saying BAAATHET, BAAAATHET. Hahaha! It is so stinking sweet. Poor Clyde.

Pretending to talk on the phone- Hello, shoulder are you there? He is just a hysterical little guy.. he has started holding his folding cell phone upside down to where it basically balances on his shoulder. He tilts the head to the side and all and will just jibber jabber away. He has started this new thing lately where when our phones make a noise, text alert, ringing phone call, he says UH OH. I am not sure where he got that, but it’s very funny to me.

I better get this post on the blog before I am another 3 weeks behind :). I will continue on with all of the most delightfully, INSANE things that the baby boy does, the next time we meet again :).

Until then, I leave you with fun pics. of our beautiful, craziness.. our life.

I think I need to find that halo again, could he not look anymore like a perfect angel with this smile! IT'S A TOTAL PLOY!! ;), but he got me with that ploy of his :).

No more halo, we are now trying to shut dada up.. LOL.

SUUUUP, WHATCHEW DOIN?

Hangin' out at Colby's Bday party.

Playing with the new mower that his sweet great grammy/ great granddad gave him.

We are veeerrryy busy these days, lots to see, and we must go in FULL SPEED MODE, in order to see everything out there.

Big guy in a liiiiiittle tent (that was for you Chris Farley from Black Sheep, RIP :))

ITS A JUNGLE OUT THERE!

Momma spyin' from the sky :).

Awwww, ssswweeeettt wiiittlllee baby boy :)

Does he not look thrilled to be held down to go through a torterous photo opp with momma?

Cookin' up sumfin' gooooood!

Shew wee, it's break time after that hard work of cookin'.. gettin' a snack!

So I am not a stranger to the stage of toddlerhood that ends with momma wondering where all of her goodies, gadgets, jewelry, etc., have gone? I didn't realize that we were THERE, and that our little TOT, was playing magician right in front of us. I didn't know that he had all ready pulled a couple of TA-DA'S until he couldn't fit this in the trash can,along with a skillet that he couldn't fit,which meant it was time to throw a fit.