More big sister cuteness

My mom came through with some photos of my sister and me at 23-months-old welcoming our baby brother, Jordan, home from the hospital. Somehow, Jordan survived the loving adoration of not one, but TWO eager toddlers as older siblings. I guess that probably prepared him for the wrestling team. Or something like that.

Hey Mom! What's this little squirmy thing doing in here?



My parents look like babies themselves!



Jordan was only five days old in this photo, and he already looks tired of dealing with his ornery sisters.



Don't lose your little brother in the couch cushions!!



Poor Jordan looks like he's fearing for his life here. My mom must have had a lot of confidence in our driving skills.



Suddenly I feel a lot more confident -- I only have to keep ONE pair of grubby toddler mitts off the new baby. Just to hedge our bets, please cross your fingers for little Peter and hope that Charlie Jo treats him better than the practice baby dolls we got for her.

Flash forward a month...

Actually, this is a flashback to help us picture what things will be like in about a month. When Corey's parents came to visit last weekend, they brought some super cute photos of a 20-month-old Corey meeting his baby sister, Stephanie, for the very first time. After you recover from the attack of cuteness, try to picture these same poses with Charlotte meeting baby Peter in about a month. Eeeeeek!

Here are Corey and Barb at the hospital, peeking through the nursery window at baby Stephanie. I love that Corey and Barb are sporting similar hairstyles.



Awwwww! Note the parental hand coming in from the left side, ready to rescue Steph from her adoring older brother. I think my parents had the same dishes (or something awfully similar).



If only Barb and Larry knew what the future held for those two little cuties...

Gestationally challenged

As of yesterday, I am 35 weeks pregnant. I feel like I'm 355 weeks pregnant, but it's all good. I have another ultrasound tomorrow, and I'm excited that Corey's mom is coming along to get a peek at Baby Peter. Really, she's going to have her hands full keeping Charlie Jo under control while I lie still for the scan, but hopefully she'll get a glimpse or two.

Anyway, it's been a quiet week full of sewing curtains and pillows with Joslyne and Zozo plus preparing for the upcoming weekend with Corey's parents. My blogging energy has been sucked into just making it through the day until Corey gets home, but I have big plans for a triumphant return. Until then, I leave you with a photo of the cutest scrawny pigtails ever:


Is it tacky to put Rogaine on Charlie Jo's Christmas wish list?

Helpful Jones

Charlotte is SO helpful. I tried to sweep out the garage and she DEMANDED a turn with the "brush". She even mimed brushing her hair in order to make me understand what she was asking for. She then pushed the broom around in front of her and splayed out the bristles something awful. But there's just something so cute about how little she looks next to that broom...

Just a morning in the park

The fall weather has been so beautiful this week! Joslyne and I couldn't resist taking the girls to the park to play in the leaves.





Pretending to be airplanes...




Too bad CJ was a little too cranky for us to get a similar mommy/daughter shot!

Separated at birth?

Anyone else see a resemblance between little Charlie Jo and the character Frances, from Mercer Mayer's "Little Critter" books?




I think it's the hair and the big eyes.

More of the Halloween fun

The Toddler Tantrum roadies did a sound check before the Halloween gig at the neighborhood pool.



I didn't have any idea there was a such thing as a banana-flavored Tootsie Roll Pop, but CJ sure seemed to love it.



Zozo whipped out some of her best moves at the gig.



I have no idea why we posed completely blocking the pumpkin.



First house on the band's tour!



After the girls played their gigs in Zozo's neighborhood, we packed up the whole crew (including Zozo's grandparents) and headed back to Cannonwood for some pizza before the next stop on the tour.



Backstage, the 'Tantrums ate some grub. True to the band's name, CJ threw a tantrum when I tried to put a bib on her.



After we hit a few houses in Cannonwood, the roadies made an executive decision to get the hair color washed out of the girls' hair before the band split up for the night. We were pleasantly surprised that it came out so easy.



They wouldn't be a good punk band without trashing a hotel room or two. We let them practice on CJ's room, but the most damage they did was rumpling the sheets. Oh well - there's always the reunion tour.

Shower for Peter-in-the-belly

I have been putting off posting about the AWESOME surprise baby shower Erin, Joslyne, and Alicia threw for Baby Peter last weekend for several reasons: (1) I was completely overwhelmed by the amazing surprise (including my parents flying out all the way from California!), (2) I took no photos at the party, and (3) how do you do justice to something so wonderful? Nothing feels adequate. Both Joslyne and Erin wrote some terrific posts about the party and the preparations, but here are some photos off of my mom's camera:







Peter got some killer presents, and the outpouring of love for our little growing family was amazing. Words cannot express how grateful we are for the shower and how thrilled we are that Peter will be born into such a terrific family and group of friends. Thank you!!!

Curtains

I skipped my nap this afternoon (which I usually take while Charlie Jo sleeps) and finished up the valances for the windows in CJ's room. I'm dying to put her bed up on the frame so we can use the head and footboards, but CJ probably needs a little while longer with the mattress and box springs on the floor.

For One Night Only - TODDLER TANTRUM!

For One Night Only - Playing in Franklin Green and Cannonwood - Your Favorite Punk Band - TODDLER TANTRUM!

By popular demand -- the DIAPER DANCE!

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Reading the Halloween Card

Great-Great Aunt Bev and Great-Great Uncle Leo sent Charlie a Halloween card, so Charlie sat and read it to us before bed.

Once upon a time . . .

And then . . .

The end!