Oh how fast they grow

Colt weighed in at 20 pounds today at the doctor.

Which prompted me to look back and see how "small" he was when he was born, a measly 9 pounds, 7 ounces. The first picture is when he was 5 days old. The second, 4 months (taken last week).

I love every back-breaking moment with him!

Hey!! Anybody there??

Ok...so in all honesty I haven't been blogging at either blog in over a week, which is just unheard of for me.

But I've made a decision to start transitioning most of my thoughts over to this blog. So hopefully there will be many more posts to come. Here's to Hope will remain active for people googling or familiar with my story to check in. But I simply can't keep up with blogging, Facebook, Twitter, work, husband, family, friends, baby and OH YEAH!! DVR!!

This blog is about my life, so that means many of my posts will be about being a mom and about the cuteness that is my kid. Since I won't be posting very much at the other one, there will probably be posts about adoption, infertility, and other general everyday TMI.

I hope to, at some point, return to my always entertaining, very exciting posts about Hollywood breakups, people watching, traveling horror stories, and tidbits about things like NOT catching swine flu by eating sausage. (most of you know what I do and who my client is, so you can only imagine the kinds of calls/e-mails we're getting!)

We'll see how long this plan lasts. I am a tad delirious thanks to travel and meetings without so much as a moment to do anything other than Facebook all day. Awesome job, and one of the only benefits to the STUPID iPhone that I HATE.

Hhhhmmm...new posts brewing already...

Stay tuned!

The soundtrack of my death is apparently the theme song to "Dallas"

On Sunday I had to leave for a business trip in Kentucky.

I almost died.

I made this dramatic announcement on Facebook, promising an update to the blog ASAP. Obviously it didn't happen.

So, since today is my 28th birthday, I will update you all with the story in celebration of the fact that I did not die and made it to such a momentous birthday.

This was written Sunday night after finally landing safely in KY.
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So, it was never in the cards for me to have an enjoyable travel experience on Sunday. First of all, it was Easter Sunday...Colt's first Easter Sunday...that would be MY BABY INFANT TINY SON'S FIRST EASTER THAT WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN AGAIN...but, hey, I got over that three weeks ago when I found out I was going. Can you tell?

It was also my first "real" trip away from him. I went to Dallas for two nights, but traveling to Dallas is really nothing. This was a trip to another timezone, and at least one connecting flight away and for some reason it felt like it might as well have been the other side of the world. I was very nervous and sad about leaving this time.

Finally, it was an incredibly stormy day. Lots of rain, thunder, lightning...very gloomy. Set the stage quite nicely for a near-death experience.

Because it was Easter Sunday we all were allowed to take a later flight out and forgo night-before rehearsal so we could get some time in with our families. I chose between a 3:15 flight that would get me in at 8:30 and a 4:45 flight that got me in at 11:00. I chose the former because I needed a good night's rest.

Everything is looking good, we're on time, we load the plane, I get fabulous gate-checked luggage (all the benefits of checking your luggage without baggage claim!), I settle in next to a very sweet, thin, sweet-smelling teenage girl.

We move away from the gate and head out toward the runway. I say my usual prayer, identify a few babies on board to make me feel safe, and sit back for takeoff. The plane picks up speed and we're racing down the runway. We start to liftoff and all of a sudden we're back on the ground coming to a screeching halt.

The plane had some mechanical issues and the pilots wanted it addressed before we left OKC. Frightening, but I'm not going to argue. My only concern was for my connecting flight in Atlanta, I only had 40 minutes between them. We hang for a minute on the runway before returning to the gate. We're advised it could be a moment and we're welcome to deboard and get comfy in the airport. I go to get booked on the late flight out of Atlanta when we hear that it is a SEVERE mechanical issue and the flight is now canceled! They unload the luggage and take the plane away!! WHAT?! It was severe enough to cancel a flight that almost took off? What if we'd been in the air?

I haven't been afraid to fly in a long time until today...

Eventually I get booked on a completely different airline, connecting through Detroit. Still getting in around 11:00. I'm just glad I wasn't on that other plane.

Anyway, we takeoff safely - and in all fairness they warned us it would be bumpy (remember thunderstorms) - and I proceeded to have the worst flight EVER. Of my whole life. The turbulence was terrifying. Everyone was white-knuckled and I cried through half the flight. I felt nauseous the whole time. Literally, my life was flashing before my eyes.

I tried to turn my phone on to call home and say goodbye to my boys...that's how scary it was. I kept looking at a picture of Colt, so sad that this morning would be the last time I hugged and kissed that little miracle. I kept thinking of how his Easter pictures were on the camera and it was with me and John would never have those pictures because the camera would be burned up in the wreckage of the plane.

I'm not kidding.

As my life was flashing before my eyes, it was all set to music. A strangely familiar song that I later realized was...the theme song to "Dallas". I used to watch that show as a child with my mom (it was her favorite) and that should have brought me some comfort. But NOOOOO...I'm a conspiracy theorist and I just thought it was my childhood flashing before me as I neared my end.

It was terrifying.

In the end, all that calmed me was endless rounds of solitaire on the iTouch and Huey Lewis blaring off the iPod of the guy next to me that every once in a while would overtake "Dallas".

Now I'm here in Kentucky, settled in to look at my presentation one final time before going to bed and getting up in a few hours to pitch new business tomorrow. Awesome. All I really want is to be at home with my boys and my kitty and falling asleep to some HGTV and baby snores. OR, I'd like to be one of the super drunk army guys that slept through the entire experience as their smell of beer wafted through my nose as I prayed for my life. Because that might be good, too...no memory of those horrifying 2-hours.

Oh, when drinking has a benefit....
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There you go. The rest of the story included a flight to Dallas on a plane that had mechanical problems during flight and our cabin wouldn't pressurize. And thankfully a scare-free flight home that lasted all of 45 minutes and allowed me home before Colt's bedtime.

I won't be flying again until...well, next week.

Happy Easter!

BFF

Anna is three weeks younger than Colt and they are both in daycare class together now. The other day Liz (Anna's mom) found matching outfits at BRU for them, pink for Anna and blue for Colt. They were the hit of the class Easter party and made for some cute pictures. Especially when they were holding hands and looking off into the distance!

Clothes Horse

Here is all of Colt's newborn and 0-3 month clothes. An entire tub for 3 months worth of clothes. he is quickly growing out of his 3-6 month clothes as well.

Bittersweet...

Don't hate me because I'm awesome

Boyz II Men.

Tonight, in concert.

With 5 AWESOME girlfriends.

A sit-down dinner with no kids first.

Then slow jams from high school prom.

My friend told me to "have fun tonight at the end of the road".

I will.

The making of a perfect photograph

For every awesome photo we post, there are a million others trying to capture both the smile AND the adorable clothing with hilarious sayings. An example of this process is below. Actually, I thought they were all cute so I wanted to post them all. #2 is about to make me rush to daycare and eat him up...for real y'all, I'm starving.

Here's what I imagine Colt is thinking as we snap 200 photos of him in the same position and same outfit each day:

"Yo, what's up? Good lord, not that stupid camera again. Geez, people, I'm not going to give you a show...I'm a dude, not Lindsey Lohan. Stop asking me to smile...I don't smile on demand. Oh, wait HA, the big guy tripped. Hilarious. Anyway, if I'm not giving autographs, why on earth would I give you a smile? I just want my privacy. As soon as I'm able to crawl, I won't even have to pose for these stupid photos. Me and Joaquin Phoenix will be livin' life large in a shack in Baja. We'll grow beards together and write rap songs and wax poetic about how we hate the entertainment industry. The paparazzi is so overrated. Sigh...do you have your shot yet? Can we get this show on the road? I've got bubbles to watch in 30. Peace."