I’m still sticking with the cute and happy posts.  I have a few topics about which I could write at length, but I have decided to stow those topics and maintain the cute and happy vibe I’ve got going on  here.  So many of the people that I follow on the internet have been in terribly crabby moods lately and are posting very grouchy blog posts and it’s bringing me down!  I understand the need to vent and I understand the crabby factor, but right now I am choosing to pretend like my life doesn’t involve those things.  I have a new baby and a great life.  I have NO reason to bitch…..well not really at least.  Unless you want to ask how trick or treating at my house went.  Or about my repeat c-section.  If you really want to know, ask away!  Otherwise, I am going to pretend like those things didn’t happen.  Now I am going to harass you with pictures of my children.  Because it’s cute.  And happy.

Ruegen’s Halloween outfit.

Lukas was Woody.  He kept yelling “Howdy, howdy, howdy!” instead of “Trick or treat.”  That kid cracks me up.

When I look at this picture, I know how the Grinch must have felt when he realized that the Who’s revered Christmas for things other than presents and his heart grew three sizes.  Having your heart swell that much is a sweet, sweet ache.

For once, Lukas is being cooperative.  Ruegen however, decided sleep was better than hamming it up for the camera.  Give it a month or so.  It will change.

When Lukas was this age, his favorite song for me to sing to him was “No Rain” by Blind Melon.  Ruegen is a bit more mellow in his tastes and prefers that I sing “Hey Jude” by the Beatles.  Don’t look at me that way.  He’s too young for the Stones at this point!

I’ve decided that I’m going to force pictures of my cute babies on you once a week.  I’m going to try to maintain this and do it every week for at least the rest of 2010.  You have no choice in this matter.  None at all.

I call him Ruegen for short

I’ll save the gory details for another post and just post a bunch of pictures of this magnificent creature.  My miracle baby.  My 50% chance baby.  And he’s here.  I’m tickled.

I named him after one of my favorite movie/books of all time.  The six-fingered man in “The Princess Bride”.  Yes, I named my youngest son after a villain, but I love the name and I love that it’s not a name that you hear a lot.

He looks nothing like Lukas did as a baby.  The shape of the head is way different.  The hands and feet are totally different.  The shape of the eyes is different.  I know at this age it’s subtle.  I say all newborns look like Mr. Magoo and my babies are no exception, but I can see the differences.  I gaze(d) into those tiny faces more than anybody else and I know every line and bump and it’s so funny to me that these two brothers look so different.  Jessie and my mom both insist heavily that this child looks like me.  He has dark hair, but that’s all I’m seeing of it right now…that and the fact that his ears don’t stick out at all.  It WOULD be nice to have at least one of my children not look like they gave me the wrong baby at the hospital, but in the end, I don’t really care.  I’ve known this child for 4 days and I’m crazy about him.

As a new parent, one gets tired of CONSTANTLY hearing “It goes by fast” from other people. I still do. But then I noticed that I was saying it to people who had babies. “It goes by fast” is the worst thing a parent can hear 1) because EVERYBODY says it and 2) because it it true.

How in the hell did I end up here? A three-year old? Where have I been all this time??

It was a nice celebration for Lukas, though. It was low-key and all about HIM. He was a happy boy. The night before, I snuggled in bed with him and we talked about how the next day he would get presents and cake and Grandma and Grandpa would be coming for a visit. This little chat got him so excited that I was summoned back to his room later that night to talk him down and rock him to sleep. That was the first time he was too excited over something to sleep.

I filled the living room up with balloons because this child LOVES balloons.  When he came downstairs after his nap and saw all of the ribbons dangling from the floating spheres of happy, he squealed.

He was so excited, he blew his candles out twice.

I love Wilton and their cake pans.  They require ZERO skill or talent to make a cute cake.  He LOVED this 3D train cake.

“Can’t talk now.  I’z eating mah cake!”

I like to give him little favor boxes for his birthdays.  I get them from party stores and pay almost nothing for them.  These fabulous Elton John glasses were $0.99!

This Woody doll has by far been his favorite present.  Woody eats with him and goes to bed with him.

And, of course, in true Lukas fashion this was a pants-less celebration.

This post is keeping with my “CUTE ONLY” blogging until baby #2 is born.  It’s not been easy.  The news lately has had me closing the top of my laptop chanting “cute is my zen, CUTE IS MY ZEN.”  Luckily, I’m still surrounded by merciless cute, so I rebound rather quickly.