Im back.......and with LOTS of news........lets just say I REALLY need to think of a new name for this little neglected blog of mine
I wanted to post a little background info on my previous births
before getting to "the most recent" amazingness i am so thankful I was
able to experience. Don't get me wrong each one of them was super
special in their own way. Let me just recap them all, as I remember
them.
Kaylee my strong willed, mothering type, who can NOT wait
to grow up. She was born at 5:15pm Sunday, January 7th, 2007 at GMH. She
weighed 7lb 15.4oz. I added the .4 because the nurses actually argued
as to whether or not they should list her at 7lb 15oz or bump her up to
8lb even. Whoever voted for the 7lb 15oz won, because that's what ended
up being her official weight. She measured 20.75 inches long and pretty
sure she scored 9 on both APGAR tests. I was induced with her somewhere
between 5 and 7 days early; mostly because I was terrified of going
into labor while teaching 18 4yr olds. I totally wish I would've know
better. So we basically picked her birthday, told no one, showed up to
the hospital in the wee hours of the morning, started the typical
induction protocol and things started moving along rather quickly. I had
decided I wanted to try going without the epidural, but when it came
down to it I felt bullied by the nurses and sad to say Marcus scared me
into it too. I think he was persuaded by the nurses as well. I dilated
quickly the contractions were strong and close and when the nurse came
in and said "you know it could be up to 2 hours before you get pain
relief from the time you ask for your epidural". So I caved. Had my
epidural shortly after and progressed even faster. I could only lay on
my right side because if I ever tried to switch to my left side, move in
the slightest way, Kaylee's heart rate would be affected and that
didn't sit well with the nurses. So I was banished to my right side no
matter how uncomfortable I was. And I also remember them trying to screw
that fetal monitor thingy to her head, but thankfully she had so much
hair they couldn't get it attached. What was I thinking? Oh I forgot to
mention I had one of those "nurses in training" assigned to me too,
which I didn't really have a problem with, they have to learn sometime
right?? The reason why I mentioned that was because when it came time to
push she had me sitting in a nearly upright position. My body was
basically in a "V" shape. The baby could not descend any further due to
this position so all my attempts at pushing, for like 1-2 hours mind
you, were fruitless. I was beginning to tire, when I perked up and heard
the doctors and nurses talking quietly by the door about a possible
C-sec. I piped up rather loud and said "I will NOT have this baby by
C-sec, so you might as well stop discussing that as an option". I tend
to get really moody and hostile in labor. ;) shortly after that my head
nurse came in to check on me and asked if I was comfortable and why I
was in such an upright position. She suggested they lay the table back
flat and BAM like 3 pushes later out pops Kaylee into our world! Why
didn't I think of that? Total time in labor was about 9-10 hours and I
required a few stitches for a minor tear. I was able to attempt nursing
her almost immediately. Had a bit of trouble, knowing what I know now I
had lots of trouble, and we were off to our postpartum room. She got all
the routine procedures done to her accept that I asked that she be
bathed in my room, not sure if it was her real first bath or not but
they did bath her in my room. I had to be catheterized a few hours after
having her because I had no feeling in my right leg, due to the
epidural, so I was unable to get up and go to the bathroom by myself. It
wasn't until the next day that I regained my mobility. So NOT cool! She
went to the nursery each night and during the day when I requested it.
We were discharged with a healthy baby 2 days later and our little
family became a little bit bigger.
Ainslee my super sensitive,
caring, thoughtful child was born at the same hospital at 12:34pm
Thursday, February 12th, 2009. She weighed 7lb 4oz and was 20.25 inches
long. Both her APGAR scores were also 9. I was also induced with her
approximately 7 days early, it was originally scheduled for 15 days
early due to our move to Hawaii. But when that fell through we moved the
date back. I chose induction again primarily because I still felt such a
high about Kaylee's birth, in my eyes it was perfect. (You know how
they describe that feeling of your first high, that is never attainable
again which is why people get addicted to drugs so easily. I wouldn't
know firsthand but I clearly remember learning about it in school.) so
for that reason only I chose to attempt to recreate the amazingness and
induce again. Why didn't I realize that the amazingness I felt came from
the fact that I brought home a beautiful, perfect baby girl. It wasn't
the manner in which we chose to bring her home (make sense). Anyways, so
again we picked the birthday, we told people about our induction this
time, kaylee spent the night at my parents house the night before so we
could go to the hospital early the next morning to start the routine all
over again. Again I wanted to try and go without the epidural,
especially with the complications I suffered after delivery last time. I
asked if I could get up and walk around or squat or just try and manage
my pain naturally. All my requests were denied. Finally, I was able to
convince them to just let me get up and go to the bathroom. Labor
progressed much faster this time and again I caved and got the epidural.
I bet if they would've checked me prior to giving me the epi they
wouldn't have given it, because I bet I was 9-10 cm dilated. She was
born about 10 minutes after getting the epidural with little effort
pushing. We were shocked and elated to hear we had another beautiful
baby girl! I nursed her immediately and introduced her to her big sister
shortly afterwards. Total time in labor was about 4-5 hours and I
didn't require any stitches. During our second attempt at nursing, in
delivery room, the nursery nurse came in and attempted to take her to
the nursery for "evaluation and tests". I protested and said she was
nursing and they could do the tests in my room when she was finished.
They stated it was "hospital protocol" to take all babies to the nursery
within 1 hour of birth." WHAT? So she came back at the one hour mark
and physically took her off of my breast and whisked her away to the
nursery for "testing". To say I was pissed was an understatement. When
they finally brought her back, not sure how much time had past, they
informed me that her blood sugar was low and they needed to give her
formula to raise it up. I thought my head was going to explode. I said
"so you took her while she was nursing, and bring her back to me saying
that she needs to eat because of her blood sugar?" Seriously? By this
time she was so exhausted she wouldn't perk up enough to nurse. I was
bullied more by the nurses about this whole blood sugar thing but
thankfully I won and she was not given formula, at least to my
knowledge. I asked if she could be bathed for the 1st time in my
room, they again gave me trouble but finally agreed to the
inconvenience. I didn't learn until days later that they actually bathed
her for the 1st time in the nursery and then lied to me about it! I did
allow her to go to the nursery at night but kept her in my room each
day. Nursing came easier to me this time around. We were discharged 2
days later and our little family got a bit bigger.
Brynlee my
OCD, impatient, game changer, but super lovable one came into our world
at 6:54 am on Tuesday, December 13th, 2011. She weighed 8lb 10.6oz so
they rounded her up to 8lb 11oz. She was 21 inches tall (but still think
they measured wrong). I'm pretty sure I recall her scoring an 8 on one
APGAR and 9 on the other. She is what I like to call my "unassisted
hospital birth." I was adamant I didn't want to be induced, I didn't
want to pick her birthday, I wanted what I set out for 5 years earlier
when I was pregnant with kaylee. I deserved to labor and deliver how I
wanted. This decision, I felt, was met with slight resistance from Marcus,
as I don't think he could understand why I wanted to be in pain when I
could have relief and why I wouldn't want to do the convenient thing and
induce again. Thankfully he came to support my decisions. I went into
labor with her while Marcus was at work about 2:40ish that morning. Got
up, cleaned some toilets, straightened my hair, called Marcus and my
mom.....you can read her whole birth story here. Basically this was
more in line with what I had in mind when I pictured how I wanted
originally to give birth. Well minus the trauma of it all. I wanted no
interventions I wanted to be able to labor as my body dictated. And I
didn't want them telling me what was "protocol". Again, I became hostile
in labor when they attempted to do things I wasn't comfortable with,
but for the most part I was pleased with this experience (again minus
the trauma). I kept her by my side, literally, for the entire time we
were in the hospital. I even had the nurses say to me when they came to
check my blood pressure at all hours of the night, "you are going to put
her back in her bassinet when you finish nursing....right???" Yeah sure
whatever I need to say to make you go away and leave me alone. I
struggled postpartum. I had issues I hadn't dealt with after my previous
deliveries, and thankfully I was able to work through them in the weeks
following her birth. She didn't have any of the typical "newborn
protocol" done to her. I'm pretty sure all I let them do was the heel
prick and the hearing screening. Nursing was super easy for me this time
and we were discharged 2 days later.
In a nutshell those are
the stories of my first 3 births as I recall them 7, 5, and 2 years
later. Stay tuned for the most recent birth story.....
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
Monday, December 19, 2011
Brynlee -- the labor and delivery story
Here is the detailed description of how our 3rd beautiful daughter decided to make her entrance into our world. I am trying to be as detailed as possible as this seems to be the only way that ive been documenting our children's lives (I really need to get those baby books started)
I've had trouble sleeping most of the pregnancy, and even before getting pregnant, I will wake up in the middle of the night and be awake for HOURS at a time. So on the morning of December 13th when I woke up about 1am I didn't think anything of it. I felt completely normal. I laid in bed trying to fall back asleep, but at 215 I was still awake. So I decided to get the iPad out and check a few things. I laid in bed messing around on the Internet and playing a few games when a few minutes before 3 I felt a strange pain. It was different than my Braxton Hicks I've been experiencing since about 18 weeks pregnant. I glanced at the clock and kept playing the iPad. Then the same pain came again and I looked at the clock it had been 7 minutes. The same pain came 7 minutes apart for the next 5 contractions. I decided to email Marcus and told him that I felt something weird they were 7 minutes apart, not painful, and had been going on about 30 minutes, but it was probably nothing. He emailed me back saying he was about to leave work anyways. I decided to get up at this point and monitor these contractions (which at the time I wasn't even sure if they really were contractions). I went in to the kitchen and ran the dishwasher, I cleaned up our room for a little bit, I cleaned the toilet upstairs that I've been avoiding, all while watching the clock noticing these pains were coming at regular intervals. So I decided to straighten my hair. I figured if this was the real deal I could look presentable for my pictures. Ha! At some point I called Marcus to tell him this WAS the real thing and ask how far away he was and what our plan was for the girls. He was walking out of work and he decided it would be best for my mom to come out to the house instead of me loading them up and bringing them in. I had forgotten Marcus still hadn't completely packed his bag for the hospital, so he needed to come home. I suggested that he pick my mom up on the way home, so I called mom to let her know what was going on. Our conversation went like this (at 4 am)
mom: hello
me: you awake?
Mom: I am now
me: you wanna be awake?
mom: what's going on?
Me: I think today is the day my contractions are 7 min apart and getting closer
mom: what's the plan?
Me: Marcus will pick you up on his way home and we are taking the jetta so you can have my car with the car seats.
Mom: ok I'll get ready.
Mom and Marcus showed up about 515, my contractions were getting progressively more painful but still completely bearable. Oh and in the meantime kaylee had woken up and realized something was going on. I was able to convince her everything was ok and to go back to bed. So when Marcus and mom got here Marcus finishes packing his bag and changing out of his work clothes. I brief mom on what's going on and what to do with the girls. I keep walking through the contractions bracing myself for the strong ones and maybe even uttering a few profane words during them as well. I keep checking on Marcus to find out what the hold up is, and he says to me "I think I'm going to wear a polo". I said "thats fine let's get going". He said "so you think today is the day?" I chuckled and assured him this baby was coming, little did I know just HOW soon. Next thing I know Marcus is changing his shirt again! I said "can we please leave now?!" he finishes loading up the car we say our good byes and get in the car. First I tried getting in with the seat upright, and realized I would not be comfortable so I had to get out and have Marcus recline the seat, then I had a contraction and couldn't get back in the car, so we waited for it to pass and he helped me in. Off we were at about 610, getting just down the street when I realized I took my glasses off and couldn't see anything. I debated, in the middle of a contraction, whether or not to go back to get them. I opted to head to the hospital and ask mom to grab them. My contractions were getting stronger and closer together about 2 1/2 - 3 minutes apart. I was struggling to find a comfortable position while Marcus struggled watching me in pain and not being able to do anything for me. I was using any measure possible to get through each contraction my methods included banging the window which I got in trouble for (Marcus preferred I bang the door instead.......sorry babe), the profanity was coming out with each contraction as well, I was squirming in my seat, unbuckling my seat belt (that made Marcus uneasy too), clinching the seat and headrest next to me, and just breathing through them. Marcus would try to help ease my pain by gently touching/rubbing my leg, which only made things worse. Then there was the time that he turned and said to me "you think you want that epidural now?"' side note: I intended to go as naturally as possible with this one. I didn't want to be induced, I didn't want the epidural, and I wanted very specific things for my baby after the birth (all clearly noted in my birth plan). When we got about 1 mile away from the hospital the contractions were super strong and coming fast Marcus turned and said to me this will be your last one before we get there. Just then he got stopped by a red light. Then I experienced another one and I said "you lied!" I was able to keep the slightest sense of humor during all of this. So we get ready to pull up at the front door and Marcus asks what bags he should grab, I told him the camera bag, but I wanted him to walk me in before he parked the car. So he helps me out of the car and I decided I wanted to walk in because I was so miserable sitting in the car I didn't want to be in that position anymore. I proceeded to walk in by myself, and while he tried to get me checked in I fought through my contractions right there in the lobby with an interested onlooker. I'm sure more profanity came out at this point as I screamed at him to hurry up. Then. it happened, I felt the need to push. I announced this to everyone and the lady behind the desk decided to hurry faster. I have to admit I couldn't fight the urge to push so while leaning over the couch in the lobby I gave my first push. The next thing I know my wheel chair appeared and the nurse RAN me down the hall and into the very first room. As I got myself out of the chair I was yanking my clothes off. I plopped on the bed in the middle of a contraction and the nurse told me she had to check me for dilation. I asked her to wait for my contraction, which she did. Then she jammed her hand in to confirm that I was indeed 10 cm and ready to push. They tried finding the baby's heartbeat on the monitor but she was pushing on my belly so hard it was uncomfortable and I kept yelling at her and pushing her hand away. Marcus said I would yell at them and then immediately apologize. I don't remember yelling at them but I remember apologizing. So the nurses were telling me NOT to push while they held my legs together. I kept trying to roll onto my back, at this point I was still on my side barely even in the bed. I managed to roll over and I pushed with my next contraction and my water burst! When I say burst it went EVERYWHERE it was like a massive water balloon popping. This shocked me as well as Marcus, and then I had to push again, so I listened to my body and pushed as the doctor approached my bed, which by the way they never even dropped the end out of the bed. So when I pushed the 2nd time the babys head came out and seconds later I pushed again and delivered her body, then someone I'm not even sure who announced that we were the parents of another beautiful baby girl. They almost cut the cord without even asking Marcus if he would like to do the honors. Then they whisked her away to check her out and get her under the heat lamp. This was the only part of my birth plan that did not go as I wanted. But in hindsight it was probably for the best that it happened this way. They needed to check her out and I needed to be stabilized. I was shaking uncontrollably and still had my shirt on. I tried desperately to stop the shaking and I ripped my shirt off and begged for them to give her to me. Ad they did, and I kissed and snuggled and nursed her for the first time. I was instantly in love! When they weighed her and announced that she was 8lbs 11oz and I about fell out of the bed, I couldn't believe she was so big!
They gave me time to bond while we completed the paperwork and in no time I was getting cleaned up and loaded into a wheelchair. Oh yeah in the meantime my good friend bethany made it to the room and began taking pictures. I had decided after getting pregnant that I wanted her in the room to document the delivery, but because of the situation she wasnt able to make it for the actual delivery. Just as we were about to leave for my postpartum room my parents got there with the girls. They came in met their baby sister and then made the announcement to everyone who was there. We all made our way up to my room and settled in. Brynlee was having trouble getting her body temp up so skin to skin was ordered. I enjoyed spending that quality time with her, but felt bad that I couldn't let anyone hold her. Everyone waited patiently for their turn while we explained what the heck just happened.
So that's the story, it was short, only about 4 hours from the first contraction until she was born. From the time we pulled up to the hospital and the moment she was born only 12 minutes passed. And the 32 minutes we were in the car were the worst. If I could've been up walking around or anywhere but confined to the front seat of a jetta it would've been much easier. And I have to say despite everything this was by far the best and easiest labor and delivery. I wouldn't have changed anything well except to have a camera handy. The recovery has been surprisingly easy as well. I am loving being a new mommy again and brynlee is absolutely perfect!
More on the aftermath of the delivery to come in another post
I've had trouble sleeping most of the pregnancy, and even before getting pregnant, I will wake up in the middle of the night and be awake for HOURS at a time. So on the morning of December 13th when I woke up about 1am I didn't think anything of it. I felt completely normal. I laid in bed trying to fall back asleep, but at 215 I was still awake. So I decided to get the iPad out and check a few things. I laid in bed messing around on the Internet and playing a few games when a few minutes before 3 I felt a strange pain. It was different than my Braxton Hicks I've been experiencing since about 18 weeks pregnant. I glanced at the clock and kept playing the iPad. Then the same pain came again and I looked at the clock it had been 7 minutes. The same pain came 7 minutes apart for the next 5 contractions. I decided to email Marcus and told him that I felt something weird they were 7 minutes apart, not painful, and had been going on about 30 minutes, but it was probably nothing. He emailed me back saying he was about to leave work anyways. I decided to get up at this point and monitor these contractions (which at the time I wasn't even sure if they really were contractions). I went in to the kitchen and ran the dishwasher, I cleaned up our room for a little bit, I cleaned the toilet upstairs that I've been avoiding, all while watching the clock noticing these pains were coming at regular intervals. So I decided to straighten my hair. I figured if this was the real deal I could look presentable for my pictures. Ha! At some point I called Marcus to tell him this WAS the real thing and ask how far away he was and what our plan was for the girls. He was walking out of work and he decided it would be best for my mom to come out to the house instead of me loading them up and bringing them in. I had forgotten Marcus still hadn't completely packed his bag for the hospital, so he needed to come home. I suggested that he pick my mom up on the way home, so I called mom to let her know what was going on. Our conversation went like this (at 4 am)
mom: hello
me: you awake?
Mom: I am now
me: you wanna be awake?
mom: what's going on?
Me: I think today is the day my contractions are 7 min apart and getting closer
mom: what's the plan?
Me: Marcus will pick you up on his way home and we are taking the jetta so you can have my car with the car seats.
Mom: ok I'll get ready.
Mom and Marcus showed up about 515, my contractions were getting progressively more painful but still completely bearable. Oh and in the meantime kaylee had woken up and realized something was going on. I was able to convince her everything was ok and to go back to bed. So when Marcus and mom got here Marcus finishes packing his bag and changing out of his work clothes. I brief mom on what's going on and what to do with the girls. I keep walking through the contractions bracing myself for the strong ones and maybe even uttering a few profane words during them as well. I keep checking on Marcus to find out what the hold up is, and he says to me "I think I'm going to wear a polo". I said "thats fine let's get going". He said "so you think today is the day?" I chuckled and assured him this baby was coming, little did I know just HOW soon. Next thing I know Marcus is changing his shirt again! I said "can we please leave now?!" he finishes loading up the car we say our good byes and get in the car. First I tried getting in with the seat upright, and realized I would not be comfortable so I had to get out and have Marcus recline the seat, then I had a contraction and couldn't get back in the car, so we waited for it to pass and he helped me in. Off we were at about 610, getting just down the street when I realized I took my glasses off and couldn't see anything. I debated, in the middle of a contraction, whether or not to go back to get them. I opted to head to the hospital and ask mom to grab them. My contractions were getting stronger and closer together about 2 1/2 - 3 minutes apart. I was struggling to find a comfortable position while Marcus struggled watching me in pain and not being able to do anything for me. I was using any measure possible to get through each contraction my methods included banging the window which I got in trouble for (Marcus preferred I bang the door instead.......sorry babe), the profanity was coming out with each contraction as well, I was squirming in my seat, unbuckling my seat belt (that made Marcus uneasy too), clinching the seat and headrest next to me, and just breathing through them. Marcus would try to help ease my pain by gently touching/rubbing my leg, which only made things worse. Then there was the time that he turned and said to me "you think you want that epidural now?"' side note: I intended to go as naturally as possible with this one. I didn't want to be induced, I didn't want the epidural, and I wanted very specific things for my baby after the birth (all clearly noted in my birth plan). When we got about 1 mile away from the hospital the contractions were super strong and coming fast Marcus turned and said to me this will be your last one before we get there. Just then he got stopped by a red light. Then I experienced another one and I said "you lied!" I was able to keep the slightest sense of humor during all of this. So we get ready to pull up at the front door and Marcus asks what bags he should grab, I told him the camera bag, but I wanted him to walk me in before he parked the car. So he helps me out of the car and I decided I wanted to walk in because I was so miserable sitting in the car I didn't want to be in that position anymore. I proceeded to walk in by myself, and while he tried to get me checked in I fought through my contractions right there in the lobby with an interested onlooker. I'm sure more profanity came out at this point as I screamed at him to hurry up. Then. it happened, I felt the need to push. I announced this to everyone and the lady behind the desk decided to hurry faster. I have to admit I couldn't fight the urge to push so while leaning over the couch in the lobby I gave my first push. The next thing I know my wheel chair appeared and the nurse RAN me down the hall and into the very first room. As I got myself out of the chair I was yanking my clothes off. I plopped on the bed in the middle of a contraction and the nurse told me she had to check me for dilation. I asked her to wait for my contraction, which she did. Then she jammed her hand in to confirm that I was indeed 10 cm and ready to push. They tried finding the baby's heartbeat on the monitor but she was pushing on my belly so hard it was uncomfortable and I kept yelling at her and pushing her hand away. Marcus said I would yell at them and then immediately apologize. I don't remember yelling at them but I remember apologizing. So the nurses were telling me NOT to push while they held my legs together. I kept trying to roll onto my back, at this point I was still on my side barely even in the bed. I managed to roll over and I pushed with my next contraction and my water burst! When I say burst it went EVERYWHERE it was like a massive water balloon popping. This shocked me as well as Marcus, and then I had to push again, so I listened to my body and pushed as the doctor approached my bed, which by the way they never even dropped the end out of the bed. So when I pushed the 2nd time the babys head came out and seconds later I pushed again and delivered her body, then someone I'm not even sure who announced that we were the parents of another beautiful baby girl. They almost cut the cord without even asking Marcus if he would like to do the honors. Then they whisked her away to check her out and get her under the heat lamp. This was the only part of my birth plan that did not go as I wanted. But in hindsight it was probably for the best that it happened this way. They needed to check her out and I needed to be stabilized. I was shaking uncontrollably and still had my shirt on. I tried desperately to stop the shaking and I ripped my shirt off and begged for them to give her to me. Ad they did, and I kissed and snuggled and nursed her for the first time. I was instantly in love! When they weighed her and announced that she was 8lbs 11oz and I about fell out of the bed, I couldn't believe she was so big!
They gave me time to bond while we completed the paperwork and in no time I was getting cleaned up and loaded into a wheelchair. Oh yeah in the meantime my good friend bethany made it to the room and began taking pictures. I had decided after getting pregnant that I wanted her in the room to document the delivery, but because of the situation she wasnt able to make it for the actual delivery. Just as we were about to leave for my postpartum room my parents got there with the girls. They came in met their baby sister and then made the announcement to everyone who was there. We all made our way up to my room and settled in. Brynlee was having trouble getting her body temp up so skin to skin was ordered. I enjoyed spending that quality time with her, but felt bad that I couldn't let anyone hold her. Everyone waited patiently for their turn while we explained what the heck just happened.
So that's the story, it was short, only about 4 hours from the first contraction until she was born. From the time we pulled up to the hospital and the moment she was born only 12 minutes passed. And the 32 minutes we were in the car were the worst. If I could've been up walking around or anywhere but confined to the front seat of a jetta it would've been much easier. And I have to say despite everything this was by far the best and easiest labor and delivery. I wouldn't have changed anything well except to have a camera handy. The recovery has been surprisingly easy as well. I am loving being a new mommy again and brynlee is absolutely perfect!
More on the aftermath of the delivery to come in another post
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Updates (a big long list)
Once again I have been neglecting this blog, I get on every now and then and get ready to post but I say to myself "let me just read everyone else's posts and then I will write mine". I have my ideas in my head then I finish reading and I dont feel like writing anymore. So today I am NOT reading everyone else's blog I am going to write on mine! Here are some updates:
- Our oven is FIXED!!! Finally! We practically have a new oven (on the inside) because of all the parts they ended up replacing, but hey Im not complaining. I WAS complaining......but now that it is working I am a happy
campercooker. - We signed Kaylee up for soccer, if nothing else this experience will be entertaining. She has her first game this weekend, along with 2 more birthday partys. We have had 1 each weekend for the past 3 weekends. busy busy busy party party party
- Marcus got our computer fixed, I dont think I have even written about it but our iTunes wasnt working properly, which meant i couldnt sync my iPad and had trouble downloading apps. But in order to fix it, the ENTIRE hard drive had to be wiped clean. Apparently the last backup was done in August (before our Germany trip) so we have lost all pictures from that date. Marcus thinks that there still might be a chance that we have them, but I have yet to see them. I was really really upset at first, but I am sort of over it now.
- I have been hanging out more with the moms from Kaylee's class (which is so unlike me). I mean I am friendly and all, but I have never been quite the social butterfly, and tend to stay i my comfort zone when it comes to friends. But recently we have gone for coffee (I drank hot chocolate) and even on a walk after we drop the kiddos off at school. We decided we are going to walk everyday after drop off, whoever wants to join us can, its nice. It was quite fun actually. Today there were 4 of us, and it made me feel really good afterwards.
- We are gearing up for spring, we are experiencing an uncommon cold front right now, but besides that we have been outside A LOT, which leads me to my next update
- Ainslee has been experiencing some allergy symptoms. I figured I would wait until later to have her tested, but when she would not stop coughing for 12 hours I decided to make an appointment. She had the dreaded testing and found out she is allergic to trees and grass. PERFECT!!! After a long consult with the doc we both just decided to try and manage it with saline nose spray and Benedryl (I wont be using the Benedryl but he said I could try it if i was desperate). So far so good, she seems to be doing better with just rinsing out her little nose with some saline spray when we come in from outside.
- I am starting a GARDEN!!! I am so thrilled I finally decided to do this, just wish I wouldve made this choice a few years ago. I cant tell you how excited I am to start this new adventure. I hope it will be not only a learning experience for the girls but also a way to save money and eat healthier home-grown fresh veggies. One of the reasons why I had reservations in the past is because of our location. I would need to put up a fence to protect from all the wild animals roaming around, and then I would have lots of dirt work to do. I dont know what made me think about doing my garden upside down, OH yes I remember, I was checking out at WalMart the lady in front of me was buying 3 upside down garden planters. It was the last 3 they had and the manager said she could have them for 3 bucks. They were regularly 44 bucks so I asked where I could find them. She told me there were no more but I could have one of hers. I was very eager and thankful and thats what began all of this! I decided that if I was going to do this garden thing, I was to do it right. I am totally committed to this, and have so many ideas I am bursting at the seams. Right now the plan is to sink 3 4x4 posts in the ground and run another 1 (maybe 2) 4x4 posts across the top to make sort of a soccer goal, with 3 posts. then I am going to hang hooks from the crossbar and hang my baskets from the hooks. Right now the plan is to try and grow bell peppers, a few different varieties of tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers, zucchini, jalapenos, strawberries, and some cold weather crops I might try are broccoli and sugar snap peas. I figured the upside down gardening thing solved all of my reasons why I havent gardened in the past. I figured I would install a drip irrigation system to the frame of my garden as well, that way I dont have to worry about watering everyday (which is a huge CON to gardening that way, the watering can be brutal). The cost of my irrigation system was only like $35 and I used a GC we received last year for Christmas, so really it was free. I have so much more I would write about this, but will spare you........for now. I will just say that I am not starting the "BIG" garden this year, I am going to grow a few things in the upside down planter I purchased this year and see how it goes. And in the meantime, I am busy reading and researching more about how to grow a garden (I have the blackest thumb known to man, everything I touch dies), I am slowly going to purchase all the supples needed, so that I dont have one huge start up cost, build my contraption, and installing the drip system. I figure by the time next spring rolls around I will be more than ready to start my garden, so stay tuned.
- Marcus and I had a date night the other night, it was AMAZING! I dont know if I even told him how much I enjoyed it! We had an awesome talk over dinner, we both splurged majorly on dinner (me probably more than him), and then we enjoyed a movie. It was quite nice! We pledged to have a date night at least once a month, considering this was the first in like 4 months, we have some work to do. THANK YOU to my mom who drove so far to come pick them up and who kept them overnight for us, I really dont know how moms survive without the help of grandparents. I am SO THANKFUL!!! I am sure there is more that I wanted to write about but I cant think of it now, plus this post has rambled on long enough
Monday, February 14, 2011
Heart Day
I'm not really a Valentine's Day type of girl! I could completely care less about spending money on flowers that will die in a couple of days (although the VERY occasional flower or 2 is quite nice). I eat enough chocolate as it is so I don't need more on Valentine's Day. And frankly I love the people I love EVERY day (and tell them) so why is Valentine's Day any different? Call me a scrooge, or whatever it is for not agreeing with "manufactured holiday" that card companies make millions over. Did I ever mention I don't like cards either? Man I'm a double scrooge today. I think homemade cards are perfect. Why go out and spend 3-5 bucks on a piece of paper that gets tossed in the trash? that is more money that could be spent on the gift! Anyways that's not really the point of this post......technically this post doesn't have a point, but that's not where I wanted it to end up.
Our heart day started like any other Monday, but quickly changed into a WILD and CRAZY day! I was on the phone most of the morning with the insurance company (more on this in a later post), the adjuster, Dr's offices, car dealerships (to schedule oil change for my car), and repair companies (to fix the oven). The girls were getting crazy from the lack of attention from me so I had to wake Marcus up early to help me out. Usually on Monday mornings he sleeps in because he has to work that night, but today we had to pick up his mom and sister so he was going to have to wake up early anyways, I just moved that time up a bit. To make it up to him I made him breakfast in bed. Then I got everyone ready to go, and I headed out the door ALONE in the Jetta to run some errands. it is nice to get to drive in a car all by myself sometimes! Marcus loaded the girls in my car and headed to Cville, I met him and switched to my parents car. We then drove to the dealership to drop my car. After that we headed to pick up Marcus' mom. Then we had lunch at Booya's, the girls' most favoritest restaurant of all time. I took the girls to my parents to nap while Marcus headed home in the Jetta to take a nap himself. A friend of my moms came over to ride with me to pick up my car this evening when it was ready, I completely lost track of time, and we made it there only 9 minutes before they closed. We then came BACK to my moms house to spend the night, because I was supposed to pick Marcus' mom back up tomorrow morning (but that got cancelled), and we were already late for dinner, so I figured we would crash at my parents' empty house. So here I sit, the girls are asleep, I am waiting for Marcus to bring the list of things I need for tonight and tomorrow, so I thought I would blog. I wanted to hit the sack early, but obviously that didn't happen.
That was how my V-Day went.......hope yours was just as exciting!
Our heart day started like any other Monday, but quickly changed into a WILD and CRAZY day! I was on the phone most of the morning with the insurance company (more on this in a later post), the adjuster, Dr's offices, car dealerships (to schedule oil change for my car), and repair companies (to fix the oven). The girls were getting crazy from the lack of attention from me so I had to wake Marcus up early to help me out. Usually on Monday mornings he sleeps in because he has to work that night, but today we had to pick up his mom and sister so he was going to have to wake up early anyways, I just moved that time up a bit. To make it up to him I made him breakfast in bed. Then I got everyone ready to go, and I headed out the door ALONE in the Jetta to run some errands. it is nice to get to drive in a car all by myself sometimes! Marcus loaded the girls in my car and headed to Cville, I met him and switched to my parents car. We then drove to the dealership to drop my car. After that we headed to pick up Marcus' mom. Then we had lunch at Booya's, the girls' most favoritest restaurant of all time. I took the girls to my parents to nap while Marcus headed home in the Jetta to take a nap himself. A friend of my moms came over to ride with me to pick up my car this evening when it was ready, I completely lost track of time, and we made it there only 9 minutes before they closed. We then came BACK to my moms house to spend the night, because I was supposed to pick Marcus' mom back up tomorrow morning (but that got cancelled), and we were already late for dinner, so I figured we would crash at my parents' empty house. So here I sit, the girls are asleep, I am waiting for Marcus to bring the list of things I need for tonight and tomorrow, so I thought I would blog. I wanted to hit the sack early, but obviously that didn't happen.
That was how my V-Day went.......hope yours was just as exciting!
you like the red font? all 3 of us girls wore red shirts today, so I thought I'd stick with the theme
Friday, January 14, 2011
Sickness and Thankfulness
Don't be fooled by my recent surge in blog posts the past couple of days. I actually wrote them all one night (and the next morning) earlier in the week. Before I came down with this crazy sickness that has left me completely helpless. Monday I woke up with a slight cough that I knew wasn't going to be a good situation. It had that "sick" taste to it, that sounds weird but there is a distinct difference in my "sick" cough and my just regular 'ole cough. I just knew it was going to turn in to more than a cough. And I was right. Tuesday evening I was sitting on the couch with Kaylee looking at some of her baby pictures (which is her new favorite past time), all of a sudden I began to ache. And it got worse and worse by the minute. It was setting in F.A.S.T!!! I went into our room where Marcus was getting ready for work and immediately he told me I didn't look good. I told him I was about to put Kaylee to bed and then I was going to bed myself. And that's what I did. That night I got ok sleep, throughout the night I ached I ached in between my toes, I ached EVERYWHERE! But then Wednesday morning I couldn't move. I couldn't get out of bed, I could barely sit up. Kaylee came in to our room with her new doctor kit that she got for her birthday and wanted to "listen to my heart" and "check me out". I would've cried laying there not being able to care for her, but I couldn't, I didn't have the energy. She played nicely on the floor in our room while we waited for Marcus to get home, and Ainslee still soundly asleep. Once Marcus got home he stayed awake doing various things around the house and getting the girls' morning started, while I slept some more. I knew he had to sleep so I got up and went to the couch, hoping if I was in a central location I could at least look after the girls. I realized quickly that was not going to be an option. So I called my mom. She dropped everything and came out to the house. She came in to find me helpless on the couch while the girls played upstairs. She joined them and I went back to bed. I stayed in bed all day, and finally she decided it was best if she just took them home with her for the evening. Well that "1 evening" has now turned into 3 nights. I am still running a fever, which was topped out at nearly 102*. I NEVER get a fever, like never EVER!!! So for me to have a fever that high, is like normal people having a 102*-103*. And then for me to have it for multiple days, I knew I was sick. I didn't plan on going to the doctor, because even if it was the flu (and I was certain it was) what would they do for me? But when I woke up Thursday morning and tried to call out for Marcus, and nothing came out of my mouth I knew that something had to be done. My throat was so swollen no sound could be made, and if I was able to squeak some sound out it was minimal. I had Marcus call my doc and make an appointment, and I began getting ready to leave. After nearly 2 hours in the doctors office, a 1/2 gallon of blood, strep test, and flu test later, the doctor confirmed that I most likely had a bacterial infection. He suggested a shot in my arse, I hesitated, but in the end I got the shot.......AND the oral antibiotics. He told me it was still best if I wasn't around the girls, especially when my fever was still up. So my mom offered to keep the girls ANOTHER night! I was so thankful, and I really felt like I was on the road to recovery. But then Thursday night came, and I couldn't sleep, it was the worst night of the sickness, by far! I woke up this morning and STILL had my fever! I called my mom for an update on the girls and she insisted that I was in NO condition to care for them. So she has offered to keep them yet another night! I am beyond thankful! and appreciative! I have no idea how we would've survived without her help! I have tried to focus on resting and getting better. I miss the girls terribly, but I know that i HAVE to get better! It has definitely been nice being able to focus on me and my health, knowing that the girls are cared for and happy. And I, for only like the 3rd time in my life, have been completely selfish. I haven't done anything except rest. The house is falling to pieces around me, and that kills me, but I know that I need to get better, so that comes first! So here i sit down 6 pounds in 3 days, have only eaten 2 bananas, 1/2 cup of applesauce, a tiny bowl of soup with crackers, and a piece of corn bread since dinner Tuesday night. And I haven't even eaten anything today. Through all of this I sit here being thankful, thankful I am alive, thankful for the health of my babies, thankful for MY health (the rest of the 350+ days of the year), thankful for the help I get when I need it most, thankful for a kind, loving, caring, compassionate husband, and thankful for family. I am so abundantly blessed and I am THANKFUL for every single bit of it.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Crazy Car Switch-a-roo
If you can follow this post and actually understand what is going on with us this week, you deserve a cookie! This post is mainly for me (and Marcus), so that we know what is going on all week.
Both of our cars are in desperate need of some shop time. My car has some issues that should be covered under warranty, but the problem is I only have like 70 more miles until the warranty is up. Soooo I haven't been able to drive my car since Saturday. When I noticed how close I was to 50K miles, i switched both car seats to the Jetta, and we have been driving that ever since. I called Mercedes today to get an appointment, and the first available is not until FRIDAY. So now we are down to 1 car until Friday. But it doesn't end there!
The Jetta now has a slow leak in one of its tires (which we bought like 6 months ago), and has needed an oil change for the past like 3, maybe 4 weeks. It also has an air bag sensor light on that needs to be checked out. So today when we went into Cville for errands, Marcus picked up one of my parents' cars and drove it back out here. He will take that car to work tonight, i will take the girls in to Cville tomorrow. Kaylee has her Thanksgiving Feast at school tomorrow which means it is a 1/2 day. So after I drop her off at school, Ainslee and I will meet my mom at the VW dealership where we will drop the Jetta. I will have to move only Ainslee's car seat, because my mom has a seat in her car for Kaylee. Then we will head back to moms for nap and lunch. While Ainslee is sleeping I will go pick Kaylee up and bring her back to moms for her nap. After both naps mom will will drive us back out to our house. And I will uninstall both car seats and install them into the Mercedes. In the meantime Marcus will go to the DMV to get his license renewed (that expired last week on his birthday). Then after he sleeps, he will drive my parents car back in to pick up either my mom or dad from their house. They will go to the VW dealership to pick up the Jetta, and Marcus will head to work in the Jetta. UNLESS.....the Jetta is not ready, then he will just take my parents car to work, and go get the Jetta Wednesday morning.
So then Thursday, when we head in to my parents for Thanksgiving, I will drive my car and Marcus will drive the Jetta. We will have our Thanksgiving meal, and put the girls to bed. I am spending the night at my parents, because I cant drive home (due to the mileage restrictions on my car) and because I want to stay and play games with my family (our family tradition). So then Marcus will go to work, and we will play games and go to sleep. He will drive the Jetta home after work, and i will wake up Black Friday morning and head out. NOT to shop, like most people, but to the Mercedes dealership to drop my car and pick up a rental. I will transfer BOTH seats into the rental car and drive back to my moms to pick up the girls. I will drive the rental car all weekend, and then return it on Monday and switch the car seats back one last time.
whew......did you follow all that? I'm tired just typing that.....hope it all goes well and we can get it all fixed
Both of our cars are in desperate need of some shop time. My car has some issues that should be covered under warranty, but the problem is I only have like 70 more miles until the warranty is up. Soooo I haven't been able to drive my car since Saturday. When I noticed how close I was to 50K miles, i switched both car seats to the Jetta, and we have been driving that ever since. I called Mercedes today to get an appointment, and the first available is not until FRIDAY. So now we are down to 1 car until Friday. But it doesn't end there!
The Jetta now has a slow leak in one of its tires (which we bought like 6 months ago), and has needed an oil change for the past like 3, maybe 4 weeks. It also has an air bag sensor light on that needs to be checked out. So today when we went into Cville for errands, Marcus picked up one of my parents' cars and drove it back out here. He will take that car to work tonight, i will take the girls in to Cville tomorrow. Kaylee has her Thanksgiving Feast at school tomorrow which means it is a 1/2 day. So after I drop her off at school, Ainslee and I will meet my mom at the VW dealership where we will drop the Jetta. I will have to move only Ainslee's car seat, because my mom has a seat in her car for Kaylee. Then we will head back to moms for nap and lunch. While Ainslee is sleeping I will go pick Kaylee up and bring her back to moms for her nap. After both naps mom will will drive us back out to our house. And I will uninstall both car seats and install them into the Mercedes. In the meantime Marcus will go to the DMV to get his license renewed (that expired last week on his birthday). Then after he sleeps, he will drive my parents car back in to pick up either my mom or dad from their house. They will go to the VW dealership to pick up the Jetta, and Marcus will head to work in the Jetta. UNLESS.....the Jetta is not ready, then he will just take my parents car to work, and go get the Jetta Wednesday morning.
So then Thursday, when we head in to my parents for Thanksgiving, I will drive my car and Marcus will drive the Jetta. We will have our Thanksgiving meal, and put the girls to bed. I am spending the night at my parents, because I cant drive home (due to the mileage restrictions on my car) and because I want to stay and play games with my family (our family tradition). So then Marcus will go to work, and we will play games and go to sleep. He will drive the Jetta home after work, and i will wake up Black Friday morning and head out. NOT to shop, like most people, but to the Mercedes dealership to drop my car and pick up a rental. I will transfer BOTH seats into the rental car and drive back to my moms to pick up the girls. I will drive the rental car all weekend, and then return it on Monday and switch the car seats back one last time.
whew......did you follow all that? I'm tired just typing that.....hope it all goes well and we can get it all fixed
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday Sickday
Last weekend we went to "Family Day" at Marcus's work. They had 8 hours of family fun including, moon bounces/slides/obstacle courses, face painting, balloon artists, airplanes (including the 777 which we went in again), hub tour, other "kiddie" activities, and FOOD! We spent a couple of hours doing all the fun stuff, the girls were given some junk food, and we had a wonderful afternoon. That night Kaylee called for us about 5am, even though I had been awake (trying to go back to sleep) for the past 2 hours i sent Marcus in to check on her. And boy am I glad I did! She had gotten sick all over her bed. Marcus started cleaning up, before he even came to get me. We tag teamed and got her all straightened out and back in the bed. About 30 minutes later she woke up again, thankfully no more surprises for me, but I decided to just let her stay awake. I gave her a nice long hot bath, and we started our morning. She wouldnt eat much all day, which was fine by me, and by the end of the day she was acting herself again. I concluded that the "sickness" was due to the junk she had eaten (without having a proper meal) as well as all the jumping/playing around.
......Fast forward to yesterday.......
We had a birthday party for a friend of mine's son. I sent Marcus with the girls to that party while I attended the baby shower of one of my best friends from high school. Marcus had strict instructions to limit the amount of cake/junk for both girls for fear of another exciting night. Let's just say that about an hour after we put Ainslee to bed I heard a strange moaning sound coming fro her room. I decided to check on her and the second I opened the door, I screamed for Marcus. It was everywhere. Bless her little heart she had moved to the other side of the crib and was trying to go back to sleep. So we tag teamed again and got her all cleaned up. I realized that I left her extra yellow blanket (the one that she is completely attached to, and cant sleep without) at my mom's house. So I decided to go steal Kaylee's (even though it is green, it is basically the same blanket) from off of her. We get her all settled down, teeth brushed, new sheets, new clothes, new blanket and about 5 minutes later she does it again! so now BOTH blankets are dirty! We quickly started a load of wash and tried offering her a replacement blanket. She would smell each one and rejected them all. She finally took one, but wasnt thrilled with it. We got her to sleep on us on the couch while we waited for the wash to finish, every time I felt her stomach convulse like she was about to do it again, I freaked out. I do NOT do well with throw-up! Finally the blankets were dry and she acted like all she wanted to do was sleep, I started walking back towards her room, and she did it AGAIN! ALL over the freshly clean blanket! Marcus and I were stunned! Then I decided to just give her a bath, sometimes the hot water can calm an upset tummy. And she really enjoyed the bath! After all that we were able to get her back to bed with Kaylee's blanket and she slept all night without any more problems. She woke up much differently than Kaylee had the week before. I couldnt give Ainslee enough food. She wanted to eat everything! Once again I concluded it was probably the excessive amount of junk as well as all the activity that got each of them sick.
I was counting my blessings after these 2 experiences....
1. That both of them are ok, and the "sickness" only lasted 1 day!
2. It happened on the weekend, when Marcus could join the "fun". I sure would have hated for him to miss that!
3. They didnt get sick on the same day!
4. They didnt get sick in my car!
5. I wasnt sick when trying to deal with sick babies!
But now Im really concerned with who is going to be THIS Saturday........me or Marcus? I hope this trend does not continue!
......Fast forward to yesterday.......
We had a birthday party for a friend of mine's son. I sent Marcus with the girls to that party while I attended the baby shower of one of my best friends from high school. Marcus had strict instructions to limit the amount of cake/junk for both girls for fear of another exciting night. Let's just say that about an hour after we put Ainslee to bed I heard a strange moaning sound coming fro her room. I decided to check on her and the second I opened the door, I screamed for Marcus. It was everywhere. Bless her little heart she had moved to the other side of the crib and was trying to go back to sleep. So we tag teamed again and got her all cleaned up. I realized that I left her extra yellow blanket (the one that she is completely attached to, and cant sleep without) at my mom's house. So I decided to go steal Kaylee's (even though it is green, it is basically the same blanket) from off of her. We get her all settled down, teeth brushed, new sheets, new clothes, new blanket and about 5 minutes later she does it again! so now BOTH blankets are dirty! We quickly started a load of wash and tried offering her a replacement blanket. She would smell each one and rejected them all. She finally took one, but wasnt thrilled with it. We got her to sleep on us on the couch while we waited for the wash to finish, every time I felt her stomach convulse like she was about to do it again, I freaked out. I do NOT do well with throw-up! Finally the blankets were dry and she acted like all she wanted to do was sleep, I started walking back towards her room, and she did it AGAIN! ALL over the freshly clean blanket! Marcus and I were stunned! Then I decided to just give her a bath, sometimes the hot water can calm an upset tummy. And she really enjoyed the bath! After all that we were able to get her back to bed with Kaylee's blanket and she slept all night without any more problems. She woke up much differently than Kaylee had the week before. I couldnt give Ainslee enough food. She wanted to eat everything! Once again I concluded it was probably the excessive amount of junk as well as all the activity that got each of them sick.
I was counting my blessings after these 2 experiences....
1. That both of them are ok, and the "sickness" only lasted 1 day!
2. It happened on the weekend, when Marcus could join the "fun". I sure would have hated for him to miss that!
3. They didnt get sick on the same day!
4. They didnt get sick in my car!
5. I wasnt sick when trying to deal with sick babies!
But now Im really concerned with who is going to be THIS Saturday........me or Marcus? I hope this trend does not continue!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
What is REALLLY going on?
Any of you "long time followers" might remember reading this post. It seems that Marcus seems to always make huge "life changing" decisions whenever i/we have something big going on in our life. I guess he just doesnt want to feel left out......wink.
After saying all that, i have to tell you that Marcus accepted a new position at FedEx. He didnt really apply on this position, I guess he was kind of told/asked to take it. Which in my eyes cant be a bad thing if the right people are telling you what you "should" do. So anyways, Marcus started the said position last Friday. So basically we havent seen (or heard) from him in as many days. While we try to adjust to our new family schedule, I keep wondering if this post will come in to play anytime soon. that sounds bad, I had trouble with the wording of that, but I typed the first thing that came to mind, so let me explain. Marcus always has to interject his "big news" right before or after MY big news, so this time, he has a BIG change, and I am waiting to see what my BIG news is going to be! I guess in my boring life about the only excitement would be a baby! Time will tell!
Other things i have been wanting to tell/share with you all.....
-Ainslee is growing SO fast (as all of you moms know), she has added a few more words to her vocabulary including calling Kaylee "yea yea", which has to be the cutest thing ever, behind the fact that she already defends and protects Kaylee and hugs and kisses her each and every chance she gets. Like the other day my parents had both of them and was about to put Kaylee in time out when Ainslee started crying and pointing to the time out spot saying "no no yea yea!" It is so cute how she already wants good things for her big sis.
Oh and other new on the Ainslee front......tooth number 10 broke through last night! I know #10 tooth came through about 8 months ago for Kaylee, but Ainslee I swear is the SLOWEST teether on the planet! Just the edge of one of her molars poked through the gums and I bet it will be at least another 4-5 weeks before the full tooth is in! Kaylee would bust out 3 and 4 FULL teeth in like a weeks time. So this is new territory for me. Ainslee is still loving all foods, although she does go through the typical "phases" no meat today, no veggies the next. Oh well, she is growing just fine, and is a happy little booger!
-Kaylee is LOVING school again this year. Although Im not exactly sure if it is all the candy/sweets she has been getting there or the fact that she gets a break from me. Each and every day I see new words popping up in her vocabulary and I say to myself "I should blog about that" and every time I dont write it down then I end up forgetting what was "so cute" and I never blog about it. UGH! Why dont I learn? So instead of mentioning some of the funny/grown up things she says I will give you a little "physical" description. She is OFF the charts y'all! She has grown 7 inches since her birthday in January, so that's 7 inches in 9 months, and puts her at a whooping 3'7". She wears a size 12 shoe (with VERY little room to grow). She weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 lbs. She fits comfortably into size 5 (or above) clothes. The pronunciation/enunciation this little girl has astounds me EVERY day! I just love listening to her talk, well I love it most of the time! Her most favorite word in the ENTIRE world is WHY! And I swear if I never hear that word again I will be the happiest person alive! She is still having major bed time issues, which have resulted in this mommy nearly losing her mind!
-and me.....Im still here, barely! I have had a sort of "craving" to go back to work. Nothing that I would ever act on any time soon, but that sense of "man I miss that" type thing. So the fact that Kaylee's teacher is looking for help in the classroom is just the right thing for me. I have decided to help by reading to the class (at least once a month), doing a craft/activity with them as well, volunteer to head up the book orders, as well as volunteer my time to help with the class parties. Man after listing all that I am wondering........just WHY am I paying so much in tuition for me to basically be the teachers aide? I feel bad that I have not done any sort of "school stuff" with the girls. And i have tried to make it a priority to do more with them, but something always gets in the way. I need to stop making excuses! I'll keep you posted on the "lesson plans"/ activities i have planned for the little munchkins.
I hope you all have a FANTASTIC weekend, we have a huge one planned! Tomorrow is filled with gymnastics and story time with 5 friends (and mommy friends), Saturday is devoted completely to family time with daddy, and Sunday is our annual trip to Cedar Hill Farm.
After saying all that, i have to tell you that Marcus accepted a new position at FedEx. He didnt really apply on this position, I guess he was kind of told/asked to take it. Which in my eyes cant be a bad thing if the right people are telling you what you "should" do. So anyways, Marcus started the said position last Friday. So basically we havent seen (or heard) from him in as many days. While we try to adjust to our new family schedule, I keep wondering if this post will come in to play anytime soon. that sounds bad, I had trouble with the wording of that, but I typed the first thing that came to mind, so let me explain. Marcus always has to interject his "big news" right before or after MY big news, so this time, he has a BIG change, and I am waiting to see what my BIG news is going to be! I guess in my boring life about the only excitement would be a baby! Time will tell!
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Other things i have been wanting to tell/share with you all.....
-Ainslee is growing SO fast (as all of you moms know), she has added a few more words to her vocabulary including calling Kaylee "yea yea", which has to be the cutest thing ever, behind the fact that she already defends and protects Kaylee and hugs and kisses her each and every chance she gets. Like the other day my parents had both of them and was about to put Kaylee in time out when Ainslee started crying and pointing to the time out spot saying "no no yea yea!" It is so cute how she already wants good things for her big sis.
Oh and other new on the Ainslee front......tooth number 10 broke through last night! I know #10 tooth came through about 8 months ago for Kaylee, but Ainslee I swear is the SLOWEST teether on the planet! Just the edge of one of her molars poked through the gums and I bet it will be at least another 4-5 weeks before the full tooth is in! Kaylee would bust out 3 and 4 FULL teeth in like a weeks time. So this is new territory for me. Ainslee is still loving all foods, although she does go through the typical "phases" no meat today, no veggies the next. Oh well, she is growing just fine, and is a happy little booger!
-Kaylee is LOVING school again this year. Although Im not exactly sure if it is all the candy/sweets she has been getting there or the fact that she gets a break from me. Each and every day I see new words popping up in her vocabulary and I say to myself "I should blog about that" and every time I dont write it down then I end up forgetting what was "so cute" and I never blog about it. UGH! Why dont I learn? So instead of mentioning some of the funny/grown up things she says I will give you a little "physical" description. She is OFF the charts y'all! She has grown 7 inches since her birthday in January, so that's 7 inches in 9 months, and puts her at a whooping 3'7". She wears a size 12 shoe (with VERY little room to grow). She weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 lbs. She fits comfortably into size 5 (or above) clothes. The pronunciation/enunciation this little girl has astounds me EVERY day! I just love listening to her talk, well I love it most of the time! Her most favorite word in the ENTIRE world is WHY! And I swear if I never hear that word again I will be the happiest person alive! She is still having major bed time issues, which have resulted in this mommy nearly losing her mind!
-and me.....Im still here, barely! I have had a sort of "craving" to go back to work. Nothing that I would ever act on any time soon, but that sense of "man I miss that" type thing. So the fact that Kaylee's teacher is looking for help in the classroom is just the right thing for me. I have decided to help by reading to the class (at least once a month), doing a craft/activity with them as well, volunteer to head up the book orders, as well as volunteer my time to help with the class parties. Man after listing all that I am wondering........just WHY am I paying so much in tuition for me to basically be the teachers aide? I feel bad that I have not done any sort of "school stuff" with the girls. And i have tried to make it a priority to do more with them, but something always gets in the way. I need to stop making excuses! I'll keep you posted on the "lesson plans"/ activities i have planned for the little munchkins.
I hope you all have a FANTASTIC weekend, we have a huge one planned! Tomorrow is filled with gymnastics and story time with 5 friends (and mommy friends), Saturday is devoted completely to family time with daddy, and Sunday is our annual trip to Cedar Hill Farm.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Knoxville
Last weekend, WE, as in Marcus and I, WITHOUT the girls, loaded up and drove to the other side of the state. Marcus's sister gave him 2 tickets to the UAB game for his birthday (an early present). My parents were already planning on going up that weekend too, because it was parent's weekend. My sister volunteered to keep the girls, and all the pieces just fell into place. It was nice! It was relaxing! It was the first time we have been away from both girls for more than a night. Oh how we needed it! Friday, we got a later start than planned, somebody in our family has trouble keeping a timeline, Im not naming names. That same somebody has trouble packing more than minutes before we leave too. Ugh, how I hate to be off schedule. So back to the trip, we arrived later, MUCH later than originally planned. Partly because of the late departure, and partly because even without kids we still managed to stop 3 (maybe it was 4) times on the short 5 hour trip. The 2nd stop we decided to get a bite to eat. We didnt really "plan" where we were going to eat, and the signs on the highway just werent clear, so when we got off the exit we were supposed to turn left, but were somehow in a right only lane. We go down the road a bit and turn off into a gas station, thinking we will just turn around and go left. Well there was NO LEFT TURNS (I think there was a median), so we both chuckled and went down the outer road and attempted to turn left, so we could make another left onto the main road, but there was NO LEFT TURN again! It was quite comical at this point. So Marcus had to turn right, make a U turn, and then turn left in order to get on the correct road, going the correct direction. After lunch we got back on the road, but not before a few more detours. There was one sign saying 40E turn left and another sign 40E pointing right. We were in the right lane so we choose right. Well that was another WRONG TURN! HA! We were driving down an outer road of the highway and ended up getting on at the next onramp.
The next stop was scheduled. Earlier in the week, I had spotted a deal at Rite Aid that when I combined coupons, the sale, and the rebates I could get 3 packages of diapers for FREE! I tried going to our local Rite Aid, who were conveniently sold out of said diapers, so I figured we would stop in Nashville. After a short detour, we finally found it the place, and guess what......they were sold out too. I was pissed! In part because I was missing out on the free dipes but also because that meant the stop was pointless. UGH! I cant win! We continued on our way, arriving in Knoxville just in time for the 2nd half of the Woman's soccer match. This was about the only thing that went our way that day, they dont charge for late comers, so we didnt have to pay to get in, UT won (with 3 minutes left in the game), my mom caught a tiny soccer ball that she gave the girls, oh and I got to googoo over women's soccer, just enough to make me wish I could still play. Sitting there watching them play on the same field I had played 13 years earlier as my career opener as a University of Memphis Tiger, almost brought tears to my eyes. I still remember that game, I remember our team played like CRAP, everyone, except me (im not trying to be conceited by saying that), I was just the only one who did anything in that game, I was so excited about playing, I just went all out. It was a memorable game for me! Soccer was always such a huge part of my life, I mean I did start playing when I was just 3 years old (1982) and didnt stop until 2006! So for 24 years I played soccer all over the country, indoor, outdoor, competetive, rec, high school, Olympic Development, college, and co-ed, im telling you people I ate, drank, slept and PLAYED SOCCER! It was my life! And I let that part of me die! I feel like my only connection now is watching the World Cup once every 4 years. BOO!
While I was feeling all sad and envious of the girls down on the field I began feeling a little sympathy pain for them, every hard hit, I felt myself cringe. Tackles that used to be so much a part of my life suddenly looked EXTREMELY painful! I was glad i was not playing that night, but part of me wishes that I could kick it around a little every now and then.
After the game we all ate dinner together. Marcus enjoyed the $1 beer special, while I took advantage of the $5 martini. One was enough for me, but it was DELISH! I think my meal would have been better withOUT the gluten! It sure tasted good, but my stomach wasnt too happy the next morning. Thankfully it was just "contamination" mostly likely due to the fact that they fry their french fries in the same oil as other "breaded" items. It took me a couple hours and a few tums the next day to get to feeling somewhat normal. We enjoyed walking down the strip, perusing a few stores to find a couple new UT shirts, and people watching. Knoxville on game day is one of the BEST people watching places around! We made our way to our seats just in time for the pregame festivities, and the game began. It was a GREAT 1st half! My little brother and my parents asked if we wanted to come sit down by them, so at halftime we went down there. Im not sure if it was because we changed seats or our boys got a little tired but the 2nd half wasnt so good. We barely squeaked away with the win in DOUBLE overtime (we were leading by like 20 at halftime). It was a fun time! after the game we stopped at a bar to have some drinks and some appetizers while we watched the other college games. John's roommate and his parents joined us as well. And they are pretty awesome! We had a great time talking with them and are definitely looking forward to the next visit with them. We all went back to John's dorm after that, and hung out for a little while, and let me tell you that did NOT make me miss dorm life! I also got to see how my little bro lives, and met lots of his friends. It was late and we were all so hungry, but mom and dad were too tired to eat, so the 3 of us went to get a bite to eat. I was so tired too, I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, which NEVER happens! The next morning we got to sleep in and enjoy a fabulous early lunch before heading home. We only stopped once on the way home, which made the trip MUCH faster too! While we both missed the kids, I really enjoyed spending time with Marcus, and wish we could do that more often.
oh and as soon as I download the pictures from the camera I will post a few.
The next stop was scheduled. Earlier in the week, I had spotted a deal at Rite Aid that when I combined coupons, the sale, and the rebates I could get 3 packages of diapers for FREE! I tried going to our local Rite Aid, who were conveniently sold out of said diapers, so I figured we would stop in Nashville. After a short detour, we finally found it the place, and guess what......they were sold out too. I was pissed! In part because I was missing out on the free dipes but also because that meant the stop was pointless. UGH! I cant win! We continued on our way, arriving in Knoxville just in time for the 2nd half of the Woman's soccer match. This was about the only thing that went our way that day, they dont charge for late comers, so we didnt have to pay to get in, UT won (with 3 minutes left in the game), my mom caught a tiny soccer ball that she gave the girls, oh and I got to googoo over women's soccer, just enough to make me wish I could still play. Sitting there watching them play on the same field I had played 13 years earlier as my career opener as a University of Memphis Tiger, almost brought tears to my eyes. I still remember that game, I remember our team played like CRAP, everyone, except me (im not trying to be conceited by saying that), I was just the only one who did anything in that game, I was so excited about playing, I just went all out. It was a memorable game for me! Soccer was always such a huge part of my life, I mean I did start playing when I was just 3 years old (1982) and didnt stop until 2006! So for 24 years I played soccer all over the country, indoor, outdoor, competetive, rec, high school, Olympic Development, college, and co-ed, im telling you people I ate, drank, slept and PLAYED SOCCER! It was my life! And I let that part of me die! I feel like my only connection now is watching the World Cup once every 4 years. BOO!
While I was feeling all sad and envious of the girls down on the field I began feeling a little sympathy pain for them, every hard hit, I felt myself cringe. Tackles that used to be so much a part of my life suddenly looked EXTREMELY painful! I was glad i was not playing that night, but part of me wishes that I could kick it around a little every now and then.
After the game we all ate dinner together. Marcus enjoyed the $1 beer special, while I took advantage of the $5 martini. One was enough for me, but it was DELISH! I think my meal would have been better withOUT the gluten! It sure tasted good, but my stomach wasnt too happy the next morning. Thankfully it was just "contamination" mostly likely due to the fact that they fry their french fries in the same oil as other "breaded" items. It took me a couple hours and a few tums the next day to get to feeling somewhat normal. We enjoyed walking down the strip, perusing a few stores to find a couple new UT shirts, and people watching. Knoxville on game day is one of the BEST people watching places around! We made our way to our seats just in time for the pregame festivities, and the game began. It was a GREAT 1st half! My little brother and my parents asked if we wanted to come sit down by them, so at halftime we went down there. Im not sure if it was because we changed seats or our boys got a little tired but the 2nd half wasnt so good. We barely squeaked away with the win in DOUBLE overtime (we were leading by like 20 at halftime). It was a fun time! after the game we stopped at a bar to have some drinks and some appetizers while we watched the other college games. John's roommate and his parents joined us as well. And they are pretty awesome! We had a great time talking with them and are definitely looking forward to the next visit with them. We all went back to John's dorm after that, and hung out for a little while, and let me tell you that did NOT make me miss dorm life! I also got to see how my little bro lives, and met lots of his friends. It was late and we were all so hungry, but mom and dad were too tired to eat, so the 3 of us went to get a bite to eat. I was so tired too, I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, which NEVER happens! The next morning we got to sleep in and enjoy a fabulous early lunch before heading home. We only stopped once on the way home, which made the trip MUCH faster too! While we both missed the kids, I really enjoyed spending time with Marcus, and wish we could do that more often.
oh and as soon as I download the pictures from the camera I will post a few.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Potty talk
Last week when Ainslee had her swim lessons I decided to take the "*little potty*" with me so that she could go to the bathroom before I put her swim diaper on. And it didn't occur to me until I was about to put her on it, that that was the FIRST time I she had even seen the potty let alone SIT on it! Needless to say she wasn't too thrilled with the idea of the little potty and therefore she refused to go pee pees on it. I decided then that I needed to bring the little potty inside and let her get acquainted with it.
hold on let me rewind and tell you about this little potty........This little potty has been a life saver, a true LIFE SAVER! I mean it has gone EVERYWHERE with us, including Mexico (Kaylee peed in it on the plane!), it was poolside with us during her second summer, it stays in the back of the car for those emergencies on the side of the road when we didn't have time to pull over and run into a store to use the potty, I'm telling you it has been GREAT! I keep it in a black waterproof duffel bag. I keep extra wipes and some plastic bags in the big bag too. I can cover the potty with the plastic bag if I know she has to do #2 that way there is no clean up involved. I'm telling you that if you don't have a little bitty potty and you want to train your children it is an invaluable purchase. I will have to say that this potty is one reason why she was completely trained at 17 months!
Ok back to my story! I have never actually been a "fan" of little potties. the little potty I am referring to was a hand-me-down gift from a friend that said "use, throw it away, i don't care what you do with it." And I almost did throw it away, SOOOOOO glad I didn't. And we did purchase our own potty for Kaylee when she just started learning, and she would use it every now and then. But I would mostly put her on the big potty. She was never scared of the big potty and neither was Ainslee. (Well unless they flush by themselves, then Kaylee had a slight fear of them last summer!) And the little potty we bought doubles as a step stool, which is perfect for our cramped bathroom. Another reason why I always put my girls on the big potty is just plain laziness. I don't want to clean poo out of a little potty if I don't have to! how did I get off my story again?
So I brought the little potty inside and put it in the living room, i figured I would let her explore it, sit on it, do whatever, at her own pace. She immediately noticed something was out of place. So she grabbed the potty and brought it to me. She hates it when things are out of place. I said to her, "no Ainslee this is your little potty, mommy wants to see you do pee pees on the little potty." And I escorted her to the potty and sat her down on it. She sat there grunted like she was trying to poo and then got up and ran off. I giggled and went back to what I was doing. For the next 1.5 hours as she played and I did my chores and things around the house, every so often I would see her go over to the little potty sit down (usually backwards) and grunt look down to see and then get up and run off. It was hilarious! I mean she did this like 30 times!!! Nothing ever came out, I knew she had to go potty so I put her back on the little one, and she wouldn't go, so i put her on the big one and she immediately went. So I'm not sure if she is scared of the little one, or what, but she wont go in it. BUMMER! I am going to keep working with her on it, i mean it was her first day and all! Oh and she thinks it is a place to keep her toys, I hope she never puts them in there when she has pee pees in it.
hold on let me rewind and tell you about this little potty........This little potty has been a life saver, a true LIFE SAVER! I mean it has gone EVERYWHERE with us, including Mexico (Kaylee peed in it on the plane!), it was poolside with us during her second summer, it stays in the back of the car for those emergencies on the side of the road when we didn't have time to pull over and run into a store to use the potty, I'm telling you it has been GREAT! I keep it in a black waterproof duffel bag. I keep extra wipes and some plastic bags in the big bag too. I can cover the potty with the plastic bag if I know she has to do #2 that way there is no clean up involved. I'm telling you that if you don't have a little bitty potty and you want to train your children it is an invaluable purchase. I will have to say that this potty is one reason why she was completely trained at 17 months!
Ok back to my story! I have never actually been a "fan" of little potties. the little potty I am referring to was a hand-me-down gift from a friend that said "use, throw it away, i don't care what you do with it." And I almost did throw it away, SOOOOOO glad I didn't. And we did purchase our own potty for Kaylee when she just started learning, and she would use it every now and then. But I would mostly put her on the big potty. She was never scared of the big potty and neither was Ainslee. (Well unless they flush by themselves, then Kaylee had a slight fear of them last summer!) And the little potty we bought doubles as a step stool, which is perfect for our cramped bathroom. Another reason why I always put my girls on the big potty is just plain laziness. I don't want to clean poo out of a little potty if I don't have to! how did I get off my story again?
So I brought the little potty inside and put it in the living room, i figured I would let her explore it, sit on it, do whatever, at her own pace. She immediately noticed something was out of place. So she grabbed the potty and brought it to me. She hates it when things are out of place. I said to her, "no Ainslee this is your little potty, mommy wants to see you do pee pees on the little potty." And I escorted her to the potty and sat her down on it. She sat there grunted like she was trying to poo and then got up and ran off. I giggled and went back to what I was doing. For the next 1.5 hours as she played and I did my chores and things around the house, every so often I would see her go over to the little potty sit down (usually backwards) and grunt look down to see and then get up and run off. It was hilarious! I mean she did this like 30 times!!! Nothing ever came out, I knew she had to go potty so I put her back on the little one, and she wouldn't go, so i put her on the big one and she immediately went. So I'm not sure if she is scared of the little one, or what, but she wont go in it. BUMMER! I am going to keep working with her on it, i mean it was her first day and all! Oh and she thinks it is a place to keep her toys, I hope she never puts them in there when she has pee pees in it.
*the link to the picture of the potty is not the EXACT one we have but an older, much older, version*
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I NEED more fuzz
Tonight Kaylee was chasing Ainslee around the house, pulling off her socks, and checking between her toes for FUZZ! Oh yeah and in the meantime she was screaming "I NEED MORE FUZZ!" I swear she is OCD! She checks her own toes for fuzz like 3 times a day, if not more. Does she need therapy?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Where's Waldo?
HERE I AM!!!
I have been so "out of it" lately. Actually I am pretty much always out of it, but I have learned to cope. Lately has been different, I have been so busy and totally unmotivated to take the time out to even gather my thoughts for more than 2 seconds and write a post. So here goes, this one is going to be total rambling for I dont even know how long (Kaylee is at school and Ainslee is down for her nap, so it looks like I have a good 2.5 hours to dedicate to this post). Go ahead and get comfortable cause Im sure this is going to take awhile!
My sweet little AZ is growing so fast! She is pulling up on everything, but has yet to cruise around when she is standing. She is so cute and cuddly, much more so than Kaylee ever was. She has added many new foods to her diet and loves them all. She has discovered the fun in turning out the light by herself. She laughs hysterically at ANYTHING her sister does. We are STILL waiting on that tooth to pop through, Amma swears she will be potty trained before she get her 1st tooth. She crawls faster than the speed of light. Has begun feeding herself, I know this should have been a skill acquired weeks ago, but sadly I have not really given her the opportunity to practice. I usually just feed her myself, it is faster and much less messy that way. I know I need to get over all that and just let her get messy and learn......I'm working on that.
Time change has rocked our world, Kaylee has decided to give up her nap and we are C.R.A.N.K.Y!!! I hope this non-napping thing is just a phase. Im not ready to have her awake all day.Besides not napping Kaylee has also decided to start waking up at the crack of dawn. Kaylee has never been one to wake up early, and since the time change she is waking up even earlier than she has been the past couple of weeks. This morning she woke up at 6:35. YES! that was like before the sun even came up. And you know WHY she is waking up early.......because she wants to save her mommy a whopping 25¢! How sweet of her to think of her mothers wallet, when she is depriving me of such precious sleep. Yes, my friends, the 25¢ I am referring to is her DIAPER! She has been staying dry nearly every night and she is waking up so early so she can go to the bathroom! Thanks....but no thanks Kaylee! I think I'll take my extra 1.5 hours sleep and sacrifice the money and the diaper. For some reason I dont think that is how it works though. So for now I am going to be up before the birds so I can let my 2 year old go to the bathroom. At what age can I just let her get out of bed and go to the bathroom by *herfulf?* On the bright side, waking up early does have its advantages. We no longer are rushing to get out the door every morning. We have plenty of time to get everything done, and this morning we were even able to make a quick run to WalMart BEFORE school.
*Kaylee has started enunciating more of her words. She no longer says fulf she says it properly now, which makes me sad.
I have finally started my new job! I am listing photos on Ebay for a friend of mine. Some of you might remember 2 years ago when I started selling those slides on Ebay, well this job is for the same friend. All I have to do is upload the already scanned pictures onto Auctiva (a website that enables you to list more things much quicker onto Ebay), then create my listings with a short description of the pictures and schedule them to list on Ebay. After the items sell I am also responsible for shipping, however, this time Chris is supplying ALL the shipping supplies, so that does not come out of my pocket. I make a good percentage of what sells, and I thrilled to have a little extra cash flowing in! ***Anyone out there in the market for RARE vintage photos (any and all topics, sports, presidential, movie stars, you name it, I got it). If you are interested you can check me out on Ebay "mmeehan5", shoot me an email, or leave a comment, let me know what you are interested in and I am sure I will be able to accommodate!*** This new job has been part of the reason I have neglected my blog lately, it has taken a few extra hours of my time to learn how to work with Auctiva, which will save me lots and lots of time in the future. I hope to have all the kinks worked out and now be able to list many many things in less time.
feel free to take a bathroom break
I am not a fan of Halloween, and pretty much never have been. I cant even remember the last time I dressed up, I dont even remember dressing up as a kid. It has just never been a holiday I got into. Because of this, and my kids early bedtime, this was the first year that we actually participated in the festivities of the holiday. After receiving a HUGE guilt trip from my friends I decided to come up with costumes for the girls. The costumes I chose just sorta fell into my head while in conversation. I decided that the girls were going to be hippies. It was the perfect costume in my mind, #1 easy and #2 it didnt cost anything. I stopped by my moms to pick up some "authentic" hippie attire, and threw her into her tie-dyed shirt and a pair of jeans. It all came together nicely, and I have to admit she was by FAR the best dressed at school for her Halloween party last week. Kaylee loved seeing all the other costumes and really enjoyed trick-or-treating too! (if she only knew I wasnt going to let her eat the candy she collected)
Tomorrow I will begin packing for our upcoming trip to Boston. This trip will be a short one, but we are excited about the game on Sunday and all the other activities that are in store for us. Seeing Auntie Crista and Uncle Harry is a huge PLUS too! I'm sure this trip will do wonders for our sleeping schedule (insert sarcastic laughter) .....it is worth it though.
There is something that I have to get off my chest, it probably isnt "blog worthy" but I have to write about it. My sister has pretty much been out of the picture for the year or so. She went off to college 2 years ago (out of town) and Im pretty sure we spoke more and saw her more when she lived 200 miles away. She came home "to spend more time with Kaylee," those were her words. Anyways so now that she is home, her time is divided between, work, school, boyfriend, and friends. We see her about, well never pretty much. It is really sad, because Kaylee really adores her, and she has probably only seen Ainslee a handful of times. Ok, back to my point of this, she decided that she was going to come hang out with us during her fall break. Her visit consisted of mostly sleeping, and very little spending time with the girls. It was sad, so sad! When I was dropping her off at her car to leave, she asked me to grab her purse out of my car. When I go to grab it for her, I notice a pack of cigarettes right on top. My brother has told me before that she started smoking, but I didnt want to believe him, and she has never told me about it so I havent brought it up.....until I saw that! I questioned her about the said paraphernalia. and you know what her response was.......well she had a couple "excuses" Her first was "that pack is empty!" So I said "Yeah that means you smoked them all!" She said, "I dont smoke all the time, I didnt smoke the whole time at your house!" I responded "You knew I would kick your A** if you even thought about smoking, and besides you didnt have enough waking hours at our house to even think about smoking a cigarette." and this response was the kicker, it almost made me smack some sense into her right then and there. She has "I have to smoke, so I can get a break at work!" I said "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" She said "I dont get a break unless I have an excuse, so I started smoking so I could have breaks at work." I said "have you ever heard of going to the bathroom?!? THAT is a reason to get a break at work! Not smoking!" I had to end the conversation abruptly before losing my mind! If you dont know me, and havent figured it out by now, I cant stand smoking! And for my little sister, who knows better, to start smoking and then give me the lame excuses she gave trying to justify her ridiculous actions, it just about sent me over the edge! Now that I have that off my chest I feel better.
Today is Muffins with Mom at Kaylee's school. I used to do this with my 4 year olds when I taught, and now it is my turn as a mom. I am so excited! Instead of doing this during snack time, the teacher has elected to do it at the end of the day right before pick-up, to avoid any separation issues from any of the kiddos. Since my child doesnt nap, and always wants a snack after school I figured the timing was a good thing (not that I had any say in the matter anyways). Oh and while I'm on the subject, when we got to school today she dropped her bags, walked in by herfulf, didnt even kiss me good bye or ask me to stay, drop-off was a piece of cake.....hope it will stay that way.
I know there are many other things that I could "update" y'all on, but I figure I better get something to eat while I can. Hope everyone has a fantastic week, and I'll try to be better about posting regularly.
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