Poor Trey!

I turn my head for one second to grab a towel and when I turn around Mya has stuck suction bath toys to Trey's head. Poor baby. He just sits there and happily lets Mya do whatever she wants to. I laughed so hard when I saw him. I then left them on long enough to grab the camera and snap a few. Note to other mothers! Do not leave suction toys on your baby's head for more than a second. When I removed them they left little circles in his head with some bruising for several days and I even worried about possible bleeding under the skin. I am an unfit mother! I spent the next 2 nights waking him up at night to make sure his pupils were equal and he didn't have increased pressure in his head from a slow bleed! In know, that is the psycho PA in me. Anyway, other than that trauma in his life, he is doing great. He is almost 9 months and crawling like a crazy man. Nothing is safe. He eats potpouri, sucks dog bones, and most horrific of all rips Mya's art projects when he gets a hold of them. Let me tell you, all hell breaks loose when one of her 50 papers she has colored in a day gets the slightest tear in it. Trey is also adjusting to our new nanny that comes 4 hours a day. I was worried that it would be a tough transition on him, and he has proved me wrong. Ms. Cheree, as we call her is wonderful and I am so thankful for her. My new job as a Pediatrics PA has also been great. I wasn't sure if peds was my thing, but I absolutely love it. For all you mommy friends of mine, give me about 6 months of work and I will be a much better resource for you as far as treating kids.

Mya Update!

It has been so long since I have posted on our blog. I always have good intentions of keeping these types of things updated, but as usual I have not done such a good job. At the end of the night, once the kids are in bed, I have a million other things to do. For instance, right now I should be getting things ready for Mya's first day of preschool. She is so excited. I know she is 4 and a half and many people have hinted that she should have already been going, but I wanted to keep her home with me as long as possible. Admitting that she is ready to start preschool means that she is no longer my baby and that she can do things without me!!! I need to get a grip, I know! As you can see from the picture, she loves bowling with her dad, swimming, hanging out with her "baby boy" as she calls Trey, and doing anything crafty. She is working on reading and last night she read her first word. Not the first word that we had in mind, and hopefully it isn't an indication of what is to come. We were watching the Olympics and the TV was on mute and the word VISA flashes across the screen and I hear her say "VI...SA. Anyway, she starts preschool tomorrow and soccer next week. Andre went out and bought her all the gear. We could have done it all for $20 but Andre insisted on her having the best stuff and came home with a $60 receipt. Oh well, I guess that is how it is going to be married to a coach!