Story Time with Pax

So there's a new member at the breakfast table (and apparently Mae's feeling feisty about that).

After we ate I decided to read him a book. This one was about Alfie and his mom teaching him how to say please.

He absolutely loved it.

Meanwhile, Mae was trying to get her bowl unsuctioncupped from the table, which was just classic Mabel (not the sharpest knife in the drawer).

Back to the book - by the time we got done he was asleep. Finley Skertich, Baby Whisperer, over and out.

Oh, but not to be outdone was Mabel Jane, who had her own story up her sleeve, which Pax also fell asleep to. By the way, this gave me a complex and I'm now questioning my baby whispering skills.

My Brotha, Part II

So couple more things about Pax being born before we move on. On Wednesday afternoon we finally got to go back and visit Mom and Pax, so we did. 

 I got to feed Pax, and Mabel got to feed Pax, which was really awesome.

Then, when Mom and Dad told us that Pax lets out these HUGE burps that we would love to hear, well, Mae got a little gun shy and was afraid they were going to hurt her ears.

And here she is about 7 minutes later, still on the nervous side of things.

She also had some other concerns, such as the "booger cord" as she calls it. Not sure how she got "booger cord" out of "umbilical cord" but this is Mae we're talking about here, guys, anything goes.

The next day Mom and Dad came home with Pax and I got to talk to him and play with his toes...

And then we got some good sibling photos with Dad that Stacey took (Mom was in bed, and rightfully so).

And then I got loose with the camera and started taking a slew of photos, such as this keeper of Alphapha, I mean, Paxton...

And I taught myself how to go vertical with the lens and I got this one as well. G'night Pax-man, don't let the bed bugs bite.

I also proceeded to take 132 (no exaggeration, Dad counted) portraits of my animals. A couple samples are below. I charge $112 for a sitting, and you're about to see why. I do all the lighting as well as the participant positioning (which some say I'm the best in the city at) and as part of the package you'll receive an entire set of 4x6's. Please contact my photo editor with any questions.

Paxton Oliver Skertich, My Brotha!

So the day finally came when Mom was to be induced and our little ?? welcomed into family. Mom and Dad woke up in the middle of the night and headed to the hospital. I was sleeping but from what I hear it was

tick...tock...

tick... tock...

And then, in the blink of an eye, he arrived! Paxton Oliver Skertich was born at 11:03am on May 11, 2013. He was equipped with a pretty sweet head of hair, just like Mabel and me, and that was that (more to come on his hair a little later). Here he is about 4 minutes after he was born.

About an hour later sisters got a chance to go see little Pax, so we headed upstairs to say hello.

After that we headed out to Nana's for a few days where there was a whole lot of this going on.

And then a couple days later we headed back to the hospital to meet Pax again.

Check out the view from his room, high class, that guy.

And just like another little person I know (hint: 3 years old, lives next door to me upstairs at our house), apparently this guy likes his thumb already. Kinda strange, I mean, this binky thing is amazing. I should know... 5 and a 1/2 years later and I'm still rockin the bink.

Oh, and when we came back by the hospital, I taught him a really good trick:

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Well, more to come from the day but I'll leave you with this beaut!

Random Post #224

So there's been not a whole lot going on (still waiting for baby) and a lot going on, all at the same time. Here's some of what's been going down:

Weather has finally broken, which means every day is a park day.

I've become Mae's official storyteller.

Mae went to the doctor for a checkup.

We visited our neighborhood landscaping company to snag some vegetables to plant and they have a chicken (or I guess I hen) there named Buttercup (and another one but I can't remember her name). And not only did they give us a fresh egg that we could take home (and by fresh I mean Buttercup laid it and less than ten seconds later it was in my hand) but you're also allowed to hold and pet Buttercup.

Little did they know, until they obviously knew, I'm a professional chicken/hen holder. And by professional, I mean you can probably find me on CraigsList or something like that.

Nail Salon

So Aunt Erica is in town and she decided, after we had our bath one night, that she wanted to visit our nail salon, which is appropriately called Finbel's (notice my half of the name is first because I'm in charge of the nail salon's finances).

She already had her nails painted so I had to get a good clean going on to remove the existing polish and then we got to work.

Now, hopefully you can tell which one hand I painted and which one Mae painted (hint: the index finger is a dead giveaway... I think Mae started out thinking it was "paint the whole hand" day)? If you can't, please do not ever visit the nail salon as you will not be welcome.

Birthday Candle Catastrophe

We all have our moments, right? And I'm a pretty self-deprecating little gal so I figured after all the posts you've seen of me showing off my best, I'd give you a little look into one of my worst moments.

I was at Sophie and Hannah's (my cousins) birthday party last night. Mom and Dad stayed home to be close to the hospital because Mom is getting very close to having this baby.

Well, here is the text that Uncle Kenny sent to my dad:

I'll keep this short. It was hysterical. All the little ones asked if they could eat the frosting off Sophie's candles. I said sure you can. Five seconds later Fin taps me on the shoulder and mumbles, "Uncle Kenny, this doesn't taste very good."

Yep, I started licking that frosting and as I did that green candle started looking like it might taste just as good as the frosting... 

So there you have it, not one of my best moments but certainly one of my funnier ones.