From our surprise baby shower on Saturday night:
Gore friends have an excellent sense of humor, and easily embraced Dad's nickname for Rocky. Although they tend to favor the "Rocky Balboa" boxer idea, as opposed to the Norman Rockwell idea.
Rocky poses for the camera. Although he has a bit of an eerie glow. Christie thinks he's an alien.
Look at that good multi-tasking Dad. Absolutely, I can hold a kid and eat a cookie at the same time!
Already a ladies man, Rocky poses with Larysa, Christin, and Maria
Resting happily in his infant carrier, in a prime spot next to the most fabulous cake EVER!
I also am learning the fine art of multi-tasking. A mom can definitely eat cake and hold infant carrier. No problem. This parenting thing is a breeze!From the complete disaster area, AKA Rocky's bedroom:
New pretty crib (thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!), plus random assortment of computer and office supplies that shall soon be unceremoniously dumped in the basement, plus dog's steps that I broke (no worries - she hated them, anyway), plus pile of baby diapers (yay, diapers!!) that nice people brought to our baby shower on Saturday.
Ummmmm. Yeah. Enormous pile of baby goodies that are just begging for Christie Zukor to come up, unpack them, and put them some place in this mess of a room. Help!And that doesn't even show "the rest of the story", meaning the two closets in this room that are packed full to overflowing with assortments of baby gear and Christmas gifts. Crap! Christmas gifts! Must wrap them and remove from this room, before I go nuts!
1 comment:
The pic of Rocky by the cake is cute, but what would social services say about the extremely large knife that is right beside him? Looks kinda scary!!
And no worries about Rocky's room: this organizational freak is at your service! We'll have that room whipped into shape in no time!!!!
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