There was a birthday...

Alright, so we are not as on our toes as we used to be. Or maybe it's just that our toes are distracted.

Either way, Vivian had a birthday. A HUGE birthday. No, there was not a massive party, nor were there banners flown overhead, but there may as well have been. The way I calculate it, the first year of her life was a series of hurdles, ranging from bothersome to life threatening, and by-gosh, by-golly, our girl has cleared them all and made a name for herself in the process. She's suffered more poking, proding, nudging, pill popping, puking and poo interventions than the rest of her family combined. And yet she is still a charming, loving snuggler with steely resolve and iron will. A mother could not be more proud of any one year old.

As for the stats, she nearly average height and just over average weight. Far above average in the 'darling' category.

Following her first birthday, we scheduled her for a "probe and irrigation." In other words, she went in to have her tear ducts roter rootered out so she will finally be free of the nasty goop eyes. The surgery was outpatient, thank goodness, and seemed to cause her no discomfort. She did, however, shed tears of blood for twenty four hours following the procedure. And given the year that she has had, I think it is entirely fitting. Someday I will get around to detailing it all here on this blog, but I am not quite ready to relive it all. I am just so pleased that we can say it's behind us, and look how well we all faired.

Here's to my girl, Vivian Sophia Diana Weiss. May you find every morning more beautiful than the last.

brainwashing our son

Some people teach their children how to play fireman. Or police man. Or gardener.

Here in the Weiss household, we teach our boy to be an angst filled guitar player or a big firm lawyer. He mastered guitar player last year, so guess what we are working on now. With an ice chest as a keyboard, a plastic cell phone and mouthful of an employer, the only thing he needs now is a blackberry to cuddle up with at night.

New Video

Alrighty, the cupcake video is reposted below. My new favorite.

A surprising choice of lovers...

In preparation for a great love affair, or at least a match that was approved by us, Jesse purchased 3 Miss Mouseys for Vivian. After all, Zach and Deedee were an arranged pairing, so why not play matchmaker for Vivian as well?! Because she had designs on something else, that's why not. Her beloved Bullseye. Her crib is stocked with soft toys and this is the one she choses more often than not.

Here are our children and their partners during a Christmas nap.

Conspiring to Undermine Me.

The dissidents at what will be written in history as the Battle of Cupcake Hill. As if I wouldn't have noticed his dye stained face.



For what it's worth to Zach when he reads this as an older child, I DO let him eat a whole cupcake, but only when I make it using only ingredients with 5 or less syllable names.

Also, you may have noticed that Zach is narrating events as they unfold. He does this with all things. All the time. He is the designated Narrator of Life.

Who wore it better?!?!

Our lucky girl has not suffered an insult to the eye, as our boy had, but merely suffers an insult to vanity as we try to strengthen her eyes with daily eye patching. Fortunately, we procured only the cutest in eye patchery for her.