Juli & Co.

That would be four fingers (total) we are holding up...not the peace sign. Just felt the need to clarify. Not that we are against peace or anything. :)

So we celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary on the seventeenth with a great night out and a fabulous dinner at The Palm. Thanks again, Erin, for the suggestion. It the perfect spot to celebrate and the food was wonderful!

In lieu of the typical mushy "anniversary post" about how fab my husband and our life together is (again, not sayin' that it isn't but...), I thought I would write Nick a poem. This may or may not rhyme. I have entitled it "Nicky-Poo" for obvious reasons.

Eh hem...

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, how I love you.
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, I hope you don't get the flu.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, you are my best friend.
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, you have a nice rear end.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, thanks for loving me.
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, and for getting down on one knee.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, 'cause I would really be up a creek,
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, if you had thought I was a geek.

Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, I'm not really a poet,
Nicky-Poo, Nicky-Poo, but I love you and what you to know it.

My new baby niece was born last week, so we got to spend the labor day weekend snuggling and loving on her and all of her sweet little chwubby-ness. Apparently, big cheeks run in the fam. Remember this picture of Olivia?

This picture makes me laugh. Strange? Yes. But do you see how happy she is? And to think all it took was a few diapers strapped around her knees and elbows, ninja turtle style. Then we pretended that Sissy was a "diaper monster" and let her chase us around.



And if you are wondering if this was my idea...ummm, no. Lukey gets all the credit. Genius, I tell you, that kid is a genius. See him practicing his kung-fu moves in the background. He's cool like that.

Here are a few pictures I was able to snap on Luke's first day of school at Friends In Christ preschool. His teacher was wrangling the girl I have termed "wild child" so I wasn't able to get one of Luke and Ms. Michelle. But, I'm a momma on a mission and yes, I will have my camera in tow for day two.

As if we didn't already have our suspicions. And as one can clearly see from the photo in the previous post. Olivia is a little bit on the chunky side. She went in for her one year visit (a little late, I know), and Dr. Lestz said in the sweetest, gentlest way possible...olivia is a chunk and we need to make sure she is eating good foods and need to cut back the milk.

I guess with the second child, it is easy to overlook the fact that she is consuming 4-6 large milk bottles/sippies a day. And as all the mamas in the 'hood know, I am always running to the store to buy more. Apparently she is supposed to be consuming no more than 20 oz. a day, which is two medium sized sippies.

And, let's just face it, the girl likes to eat and sadly, I think she has inherited her mama's love of food. I gave her three fish sticks and peas the other night for dinner. Not only did she eat all of that in about 5 minutes flat, she was then pointing and screaming at Luke's uneaten fish sticks. She loves her veggies and fruits and all the good stuff. The problem is that she loves everything. She wants to try everything and enjoys everything. So we will not be putting Oivia on a baby diet, but I will be making a better effort of only giving her the good stuff and limiting the corndogs (!!!). Yes, she eats corndogs (bad mommy).

So without further adieu...drum roll, please...

Weight: 27 pounds (95%), pretty sure that's more than Ramsey and Taylor put together :)
Height: 32 inches (95%)
Head: 17 inches (97%)

She also received three vaccines and the first dose of the flu shot.

Oh, and how did I forget to mention the worst part??? Dr. Lestz said no more paci and no more bottles...immediately! Ouch. That's going to sting. I figured I would give her one last night of both since her widdle weggies are sore from the shots and then tomorrow we are going cold turkey.

For starters, Lukey got a "new, brand" bicycle.



Secondly, Luke started preschool yesterday and had a so-so day. His teacher told me at pick-up that he was being disruptive at naptime and wouldn't stop chatting with a little girl named Jasmine (his new BFF). She told me that she took one of his pennies away so he didn't get a trip to the treasure box and was very sad. She said that he asked if he could earn it back and she told him he could earn it back on Thursday at naptime if he was quiet. Hmmmm...still letting this marinate.

My first instinct is that he should have had a chance to earn back his penny that day so that he could leave on a good note and not have to wait two days to be back in good graces. But then, I also know that naptime is at the end of the day and so there probably was not much time left to earn a penny back. And, I know what a little turkey Luke can be...but still. I feel sad for him. He has been talking about it since yesterday. Let's just hope he can keep his little mouth shut tomorrow at naptime so he can hang on to his pennies. But, seriously, do 3 1/2 year olds still nap? Especially on the first day of school? I really can't imagine any kid Luke's age just crashing out at naptime in a room full of other 3 year olds. Am I being a psycho, over-protective mom?