Things To Love About Cyrus

1. The bunched up, scrunched up, newborn way he curls up in my arms.

2. His baby acne. Let's be honest - - - zits only look cute on a baby. Plus, he doesn't even cry when I tease him about it and ask him if he wants me to order him some Proactive.

3. The excuses he gives me to sit down for 20 minutes at a time and watch TV. a.k.a. nursing.

4. His adorable sleep smiles. I love it! What is making him smile? I'm sure it's me with my amusing stories, lovely singing voice, and sweet breath.

5. Baby gas. I'm sorry. I know that is a little crude. But it makes me laugh that he is so gassy. When he is really gassy, we pump his legs to "help him out." The other day Noah got 7 toots in a row!! That could only make a mother and father proud.

6. I love his natural ability to grow my laundry exponentially. I used to get by on one laundry day a week. Now I have 1 laundry day + several small Cyrus loads throughout the week.

7. His dark eyes. They seem so curious.

8. AND MY FAVORITE - - - - He helped me lose 30 pounds in just a matter of weeks. What a son!!! What a son!!!

Hey Kids! Why Don't You Make Your Own Breakfast?

Nothing says healthy living like a big batch of Trunk-or-Treat candy for breakfast. They even covered the four main food groups: chocolate, fruity, sucker, and gum. Maybe it's time Yo Mama got outta bed and tended to the older two kids.And I'm pretty sure that mass amounts of sugar at the crack of dawn coupled with letting your two year old put himself down for a nap can sometimes lead to this:
Yep, that's the living room floor. The hard, wood floor. Almost as good as a bed. Actually, just as good when you are plunging down from a sugar high.

And Baby Makes 5

When did we become a family of 5? It is still taking some getting used to. We are still working "Cyrus" into the family vocabulary. And most of the time we just call him, "the new baby."

We are also still working on: getting dressed everyday (mostly me), leaving the house, sleeping through the night, not being sad that Memaw Kay will be leaving soon, remembering to be quiet when the baby naps, and getting used to the fact that everything has changed.

The Kiss of Death

Look how happy he is to be kissed.

Cyrus Cruze Shafer

Cyrus Cruze Shafer

October 6, 2009 at 7:42 a.m.

9 pounds even, 20 inches long

Freshly Born

Handsome #1 and His Handsome Offspring

Calvin Learns the Art of Babysitting. We get them started early.
Noah's bruised arm. Proof that my epidural didn't work, and that I might have looked into some pain management classes.

Thanks to everyone for your well wishes. We are happy, tired, and being taken care of by Memaw Kay.

Smooches,

The Shafers

The Forshadowing of What May Be A Mediocre Halloween

How can I be sure? How can I possibly know that Mediocrity is coming our way?

Exhibit A

My Own Attempt at making creepy Halloween decorations to hang in the window.

Possible Problems with this creepy spider:

1. He's pink.

2. He's really more tickish that spider.

3. With deformed legs like that I'd be surprised if he could get to anything fast enough to bite it. Even if it is a black widow, it looks as though it's wearing shoulder pads and has arthritis. Not threatening, menacing, or frightening. All of those qualities must be present in spooky decor, no?

Exhibit B

Wyatt's Costume

He wants to be a puppy for Halloween. I want to fulfill his wildest dreams . . . . . .

BUT

we already have a Batman costume, size 3T (With muscles built in! How much cooler can it get?)

So for now he has been settling for a doggy picture with a cardboard cutout for a face. It's still cute, but as mentioned - - - it's a little mediocre.

The only problem may be how he is going to carry his candy bucket while holding the card. We'll have to tape it to his head, I guess.

Come on, I'm kidding. I wouldn't tape that to his head. Unless. . . .

Gotta Love A Day Like Today

38 weeks preggo.

(Photo courtesy of Wyatt Shafer)


It was a good day. I love it when a good day creeps up on you unexpectedly.

First, I managed to get a nap in at the doctor's office. Yep, she's notoriously late and unconcerned with how much time she makes you wait. So, whilst in the exam room, I laid down on that exam table and got a decent 30 minutes of shut eye. The nap was SOOOOOO good that I wasn't bugged when she told me that I was not dilated. Yep, she even told me that last week's suggestion that I was dilated to "maybe a 1" was incorrect. Have you ever known a pregnant lady to un-dilate? Folks, this is my kind of luck. Call me. I'll tell you about. Better yet, remind me, and I'll blog about my condition: it is a little known syndrome called, "Jungle Girl." You'll know right away if you have it.

Then, after dropping Noah off at the ferry, the boys and I headed out to grocery shop. As I walked into the grocery store and reached in for my list (I DO NOT shop without a list, otherwise cu-razy stuff happens), I realize that I didn't have it.

It could have been an "Ahhhhhhhhhh, Maaaaaaannnnnnnn!!!!!" Moment.

BUT THENI saw the fun size bag of snickers on sale for $1.89. Would you pass that up? You'd be a darn fool to. And since I'm not a darn fool, we waltzed out with a righteous bag of deliciousness. Not too shabby for only two minutes of shopping. Mommy was happy. Boys were happy. Everybody was happy.

Next, nap #2. AND whilst I was napping, Calvin cleaned the living room. Say it with me,

"WHAT???? HUH?????? Your newly minted 5 year old will clean up WITHOUT BEING ASKED. Read it and weep. My baby is not only thoughtful, but hard-working."

SIMPLE PLEASURES.

And Lastly, Noah got off early!!!!!. He was just in time for cardboard pizza and small talk before bed.

Bliss. Pure bliss.