Monday, March 30, 2009

Baby Can Read

Yesterday I got the mother of all colds, and Hogan, being a 4 month old baby, really doesn't care. He just wants to nurse and cuddle and play all day even though I am burning up with fever and have a steady stream of snot dripping from my nose. Being sick is one thing, but I have never had to deal with a sick baby, and that is something I am really not in the mood to try today, or ever, for that fact. And seeing that he has never been sick, he really doesn't understand that he is totally flirting with an indescribable danger. So in a feeble effort to keep the germs at bay, I am constantly dousing myself with that stinky hand sanitizer, which somehow manages to make me think he won't catch my cold, at least in a placebo kind of way. However, he will probably get drunk from all the alcohol they put in that stuff, and maybe that is not such a bad thing.
Anyway, I told him that mommy was sick and that he would need to entertain himself, so this is what he decided to do...

He told me while he was reading "But Not The Hippopotamus" by Sandra Boynton that he thought all the animals were jerks, but then they finally did invite the hippo to join in all the fun and he changed his mind...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

A Crusty Face Only A Mother Could Love

So when all else fails, I tend to rely on the tried and true. An old fashioned game of Peek-A-Boo is always good for a few laughs, and with a face like that, seems like I do most of the laughing...

Where's Hogan?

There he is!

Where's Hogan?

There he is!

For some reason this never gets old, for either of us...

Friday, March 27, 2009

Stimuli, much?

I am sticking my tongue out to everyone who said that I needed to give Hogan more stimuli, and that means you, mom... As a matter of fact, there are so many bells and whistles in that crib, I can't even find the damn baby.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Onesie Turbin

Hogan strips down for his first REAL massage with a professional .

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Toxic Toys

Everything was fine and dandy until I told him that all of his shiny, plastic toys were "moderately" toxic, and then he just lost it...

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Furry Hat

Welcome to Hogan McCoy Teles' premier debut as a web blogged baby, which is probably a lot better, and dryer, than a water logged baby, right?
Now I realize that I am not putting any new flag poles on any uncharted land here. As a matter of fact, if you are a stay-at-home mom that is not blogging about your baby then you are pretty much considered a bad mom. So this my attempt to keep an online diary of my little friend.
To be 100% clear, I have NEVER EVER kept diary for fear of writing something stupid, or making a spelling error and having to scratch it out and ruin a page in some fancy book. And we don't even need to discuss my awkward, chicken-scratch handwriting... So fasten your seat belts and hang on because you are ridin' with the real McCoy...