Happy 40th Birthday to Tony!!

Tony had a mellow, low key birthday today. As you can see the candles could have caused a major fire. Thankfully we got to enjoy the birthday song and dance before the raging inferno had to be extinguished. Xander hadn't had enough of the festivities and was trying to put the candles back into the cake, but was easily distracted with piece all his own.
Thank you to everyone who called and sent cards. He really appreciated the thoughts.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

SAMPSON & DELILAH

Tony is turning 40! on Sunday. ha!ha!

Here's a tip: In the midst of a busy day you decide that you don't have time to eat something nutritious, instead order french fries. If in the haste of your meal, a salt packet is half eaten before it is realized to be in your mouth.............you should really re-evaluate your daily schedule.

I have been trying to study, so Xander has spent the majority of this weekend with Tony. This morning before they left the house Xander gave me a kiss, his style is hilarious. He turns his head and leans his cheek in, and you kiss him! Lately he's been giving kisses on credit, so I was pleasantly surprised!
Xander&I

Through out my pregnancy and after Alexander Brody was born people complemented me on how calm I was. How well I adjusted to having a new born...I was a natural!Ok. He's not a new born anymore.
I can handle the stomach flu he picked up within his first week of daycare.(Poor little baby.) I can handle the match box cars he flushed down the toilet(.Awh look how inventive he is!) I didn't even freak out when he was bleeding to death after pulling the christmas stocking holder down on his head.And he eats toilet paper, but that's ok.
The one thing that turns me into the worst parent ever is WHINING. I can't stand it. To my dismay Xander is exceptionally good at it.
Right now he has whined to the point of tears because he wants me to feed him his peanut butter sandwich.(I attempted to ignore him, that is why he is in tears)He doesn't want to touch it, but he wants to eat it. That in itself is fine, but why can't he just ask me to feed it to him? Why does he have to whine and snort and huff like some little two legged, hairless bull.
He must have learned to speak greek before english. This would explain our communication gap.