I don't think I mention food once...or Winco. But long live the ellipses.

So the blog has ultimately turned into the family record book. It's all good though. I don't have time to have thoughts anymore, which is probably for the best. I made the mistake of reading through some of my old posts a while ago and holy heck, won't be doing that again. Bleh.

Moving on... So apparently Maggie inherited my ability to obsess. I've always taken obsessions to record-breaking heights, but somehow Maggie takes hers higher. Her current train obsession has been epic. We're totally cool with it though because we've gotten some desired results from it. Basically she's had to "work" for almost all her train stuff...you know, like using the can and staying in bed and stuff. Not only did a $4 Percy train pretty much provide all the motivation she needed to become potty trained, but some stylish Thomas & James boy underwear made it happen. Judge if you must, but she flat out refused to wear underwear until I found these babies:

Yes folks, that's indeed a Thomas skirt and matching Thomas bow. We don't take our obsessions lightly around here. And trust me, this isn't all her Thomas shehaw. She's somehow acquired pez dispensers, cups, DVDs, books, jammies, and a pillowcase (looks awesome in her pink and green room, trust me). My house is basically a shrine to Thomas now, so a special shout-out goes to all the family members who made this happen...I'm sure they're laughing themselves to sleep as we speak.

No need for tracks when you've got a newborn to drive on, eh?

Kory took her to the Union Station and was basically held hostage for over 2 hours while she obsessed over the trains.

Alright, enough with the trains. So I kid you not, this is how I found her sleeping one night (pre-Thomas pillowcase).

We somehow ended up at a few parades this year, despite Kory's hatred for them. I think he's starting to realize that they're not half bad when you've got kids. Either that or he finally realized that he automatically inherits a healthy portion of Maggie's salt water taffy if he takes her.

We've gone swimming a few times.

Overall, she's still super intense and demands a lot of attention, but she's also becoming really sweet. Every morning when she wakes up she asks, "Are you happy mom? Not sad?" and then gives me a big smile when I say yes. And if she does something naughty, she always makes sure I'm happy afterward. Then she usually won't do it again and lets me know that she doesn't do it because it "makes mom happy." She's even more intent on making Kory happy, and tells me at least twice a day that she doesn't wet her pants because it "makes dad happy, not sad." I'm trying to decide if this is a good thing or not. I love that she's cares so much about how we feel, but hopefully she can do things that make her happy as well, because I know what it's like to always be trying to please other people and I don't think it's always the best way to be...so, yeah...

Here's the little dude. He looks very two-month-oldish, don't you think?

This picture's blog-worthy because it's the only time he ever slept in the bouncer. Hates it with a passion. My kids are loyal to the swing.

Aaannnd, there goes the hair. But shortly after came the smiles, so it's a fair tradeoff.

See that? That's my mouth. Don't know how to break it to him that he's gonna have a lifelong battle with drool to overcome...

He's just so chill. Maggie had to be swinging nonstop in order to fall asleep for the first 4 months of her life. This kid will be kicking and squealing his heart out and then suddenly he'll be in a slumber. And best of all, he sleeps between 7 and 8 hours straight at night. I get teary-eyed just thinking about it. He still vomits up like 96 percent of what he eats, but he doesn't seem concerned about it, so I'm not either. I've just gotten used to carrying a bath towel around with me and looking like a hobo all day.