It's February!

Here we go again! It's been a really long time since I posted because I couldn't figure out the new Blogger. Would you believe that I'm considered a little of a techno-geek at work? At home, though, I have the TRUE geek, so I get to be helpless...

I am hearing a huge uproar about the website not being updated! I agree with you all! What kind of craziness allows a gorgeous little boy like Caleb Zakai to go undocumented in picture for two full months?

We haven’t quit taking pictures, really, it’s just been tough getting them up on the website! First of all is Jonathan’s new position at work – he has transitioned into sales, and suddenly he’s away from the house for more than twelve hours a day, needs to work more weekends, and has just been away all of this weekend on a business trip. So he hasn’t had a whole lot of time to get new pics up.

Also, there lies the issue of our fourth Fashbaugh, who has made my life a little tougher to lead. When Caleb was just a kidney bean in my tummy and making me this sick, I could sleep in, haul myself to the office, do my job, go home and collapse. Jonathan understood and was very supportive.

Caleb DOESN’T understand, doesn’t let me sleep in, and doesn’t allow for anything less than a fun-as-ever Mommy at night. So I have to maintain my attitude for him, but everything else has gone to heck in a handbasket. My dishes don’t get done for days, my laundry is clean, but sits in a basket for a week, and before yesterday, I couldn’t have told you the last time I swept the kitchen floor.

Which brings us to the point of how much I miss the dogs. Not just for their cuddle-ability, but because they helped me get away with not sweeping or vacuuming every week if I didn’t have time. But now, if I go even a couple of days without those things, it’s pretty obvious. Oy.

Let me think of the coolest Caleb things going on. Hmm. He’s gotten fiercely adamant about WALKING up stairs like a big boy as opposed to crawling up them. I try not to baby him, but he sure seems to fall down a lot more than I would like now! He fell down a few of Angela’s stairs on Saturday – hard wooden ones, too! It’s a good thing that he was already battered from his day on Friday so that the new marks weren’t noticeable.

Tomorrow is the Teddy Bear Parade at Caleb’s school. I’ll be taking some time off in the morning to go check it out – I’m taking cut up fruit! What a fun mom-like thing to take to a school! With his peanut allergy, I’m becoming more sensitive to the nutritional limitations that others might have. Now just cross your fingers for me that a lot of fruit will be on sale tonight!

Wednesday is our first doc appointment for the fourth Fashbaugh. For those of you who know my Dad, it will come as no shock to hear that his nickname for this baby is “Tater.” Niiice. My sister took it one step further to bring about “Gator Tater.” My mom called her Petunia, but I countered that if it is indeed another little boy, he might be scarred. Besides, everyone knows that if it’s a girl, we’ll call her Lola Monet!

So Tater seems the easiest and least offensive nickname at this point. I tried to use my own nickname of Jellybean with Caleb, but everyone ended up calling him Punkin because that’s what Grandpa called him. Oy. Overruled on the name of the fruit of my own loins!

Ew. Loins.

Everything that he does is so perfect that I’m having trouble even thinking of something fun to put here! He’s started greet everyone he sees with “HI!” and a big wave. He points out birds in the sky. He loves black olives. His spoon work is getting a little better, and his meals more varied. He’s running a lot rather than just walking. He will say “Nigh-nigh” when it’s time for bed. He thinks he’s awfully clever for figuring out how to climb up on absolutely everything.

Oh, and his new trick is throwing everything into the trash. Joy! We’ve lost toys and hats to the Big White Can, but it’s getting worse. Yesterday, since Jonathan is in Miami, I had to distract him while I spent some quality time hanging over a toilet, suffering a bout of afternoon-morning-sickness. So I handed him my phone, which is always good for five minutes without interrupt. Unfortunately, when I finished my business, he had “lost” the phone. It took me to the end of the evening to find that stupid thing. I had thrown macaroni and graham crackers onto it. Gross.