Monday, December 28, 2009

Holidays

How do you wrap up a week of holiday excitement into one little blog post? To put it simply, Christmas was awesome. Having small children definitely makes it more fun. Plus now that we have kids our parents and grandparents come to our house to celebrate so there is no traveling. Yay! It was exhausting and wonderful and I wish I could bottle it up and enjoy it during the blah days through out the year.

I already showed y'all the train table in the last post which definitely took the cake as the coolest Christmas present. My husband got me a Flip video camera of my own so I can record the kids while he is at work since he misses all the great moments that happen during the day. I also got Adobe photoshop so hopefully I will have better edited pictures coming to a blog post in the near future. As soon as I quit watching Gossip Girl dvds and start figuring out how it works. I got my husband a Stud finder among other things and it has been a source of endless jokes (on his part).

I think I should have just gotten him a vasectomy for Christmas because the man has been talking about babies waaaayyyy too much lately. As in he wants a 3rd baby in the not too distant future. And I want a 3rd baby when, well, never. So there's that. I think a real Christmas present would have been him having to do all the night time feedings for the next 9 months. I think that would nip the whole baby fever thing in the bud.


Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Chef Bear

Bear has been so busy lately. It is nice to transition out of the into everything toddler stage into a more structured play stage with an almost pre-schooler. He has shown a great interest in cooking lately. Every time I go near the kitchen he is in there dragging a chair behind him ready to "help make cookies, mama". Or muffins. I have to convince him that mama does more than bake cookies and muffins. Occasionally we have to eat real food. I let him watch and do a little stirring but for the most part he is too little to be much help. He will even eat chopped onion, bell pepper and carrots off the cutting board as I am working although he wouldn't touch those if I placed them on his plate at dinner. Kids are funny like that.

The other day I had set out a bowl of beans to soak overnight and went to feed Tater. I heard Bear going into his room and getting his stool. I caught him in the kitchen pretending to cook for me. He played with that bowl of beans for an hour while I sauteed veggies and got the other dinner prep ready. Guess who is getting some wooden play food for Christmas?




He got a train table yesterday from my Dad who came down to celebrate Christmas early. So if the whole chef thing doesn't work out he could definitely get behind the idea of being a train engineer. He went to bed last night holding pieces from the train set while us adults spent 2 hours building the train table. Then another 2 hours this morning assembling the train track and assorted buildings. It is awesome though.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Blah..

I am so very, very tired. I thought by 8 months Tater would be at least close to sleeping through the night but I think I am getting less and less sleep. For a couple of weeks at the end of November he was only waking up maybe 1-2 times per night which was bearable but then last week he started back to his usual 4-5 times per night. Last night I put him down at 7:30. I topped him off at 9:30, 11:00, 12, 1, 3:30, 5, and he got up for the day at 7:30. I can't figure out what I am doing wrong. He has cereal and baby food through out the day with his final feeding of cereal at 6-6:30ish just before starting his bedtime routine. I am not the kind that can do the crying it out thing. I have to go in and make sure he hasn't wet through his diaper or gotten his leg stuck in the crib bars. And once in there I can't just ignore him. Gah...

Beyond this my life has been pretty boring. I spent Friday night at a potluck with my mom before going to bed at 9:45, Saturday night I stayed up till midnight baking 8 dozen cookies for a Sunday cookie exchange and last night I went to the grocery store after the kids went to bed. The big event of my night was arguing with the cashier about the fact that he charged me 3 times for 2 bars of cheese. And then he acted like it was my fault and didn't even apologize after I had to stand back in line to make him fix it. Such is the life of the SAHM.

I do love my life and it is the life I wanted but sometimes I don't recognize this nearly 30 year old with two kids and a coupon binder in her purse. The 20 year old me would have probably never even looked at a receipt to see what a cashier charged me and I certainly wouldn't have been caught dead with a handful of coupons. I could barely tell you at 22 who the President was much less my senators. Now I spend my afternoons watching Glenn Beck and reading news online complaining about how this country is going to hell in a handbasket. My life is definitely not exciting blog fodder but I won't complain. We are happy, healthy, and uninteresting which is just fine by me. I could use a little more sleep though.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Happy (almost) Thanksgiving

Happy almost Thanksgiving! We are still alive over here. There just hasn't been a whole lot going on this past month. In fact I can't believe Halloween was already a month ago. The boys are doing well. Tater turned 7 months old on the 11th. OMG...and Bear is fast approaching his 3rd birthday in just over 2 months.

Tater is not yet crawling although he can do a little of the army man crawl with the belly on the ground. It is hard for the poor kid to get any tummy time to practice with a brother who won't leave him alone. As for Bear we are in the throes of the terrible twos still. It is shaping up that we will move straight into the tyrannical threes. There is much crying and gnashing of teeth over every little thing (mostly by me). He has also really gotten into the "no" and "I don't like it" phase lately. Let's not even mention the potty training that is so not happening. We have tried to not pressure and have offered bribes. I have taken him to the bathroom with me and talked to him about going potty until I am blue in the face but to no avail. The kid ain't budging. This was OK at 2 this is not as OK at nearly 3. I know if I try to force it or make a big deal out of it he will just resist even more.

But they are both beautiful and healthy so there is nothing to really complain about. Nothing that won't pass with time. We are truly blessed.

So Happy Thanksgiving everyone and hopefully I will post again before Christmas.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Halloween 2009

We survived Halloween. Yay! I was a little worried about convincing the 2 year old to don a hat and costume and approach random doors but he did as well as can be expected. Meaning I bribed him like crazy. It was a little sketchy at first when I had to spend 10 minutes negotiating bribes in order to get him into the costume. Then we just won't discuss the lengths I went to in order to obtain pictures of him in all of his costumed preciousness.

Tater didn't do much better as he got hot very quickly in his costume and started screaming. Although I don't blame him. I wouldn't have wanted to wear it either. Once pictures and a trip around the block were done he got to spend the rest of the night chilling on the couch in a onesie while Bear convinced his Daddy to take him a few more blocks for candy.



Monday, October 26, 2009

At last...

This weekend I finally transitioned Tater to his crib and I moved back into my own bed. For the past 6 months I have been sleeping in a separate room with Tater so he doesn't wake my husband with his frequent screaming for meals. This Saturday night I finally decided it was time for him to be on his own and I would just come into his room at night for feedings.

It went better than I could have expected. I had been trying unsuccessfully for months to get him to go down in his crib but the crying and constant waking was driving me insane. It was just easier to sleep with him. Then at the end of last week he finally discovered that he likes pacifiers. Or more specifically this pacifier. My friend bought it for us back when I was pregnant and despite my offers he never really seemed to get on board with the whole pacifier thing. Then this week it clicked and he would suddenly spend hours happily in his crib so long as he had his trusty WubbaNub.

He only woke for 2 feedings Saturday night and 1 last night. I woke up a few times and checked on him but he was good. Crazy. Last night while he was resting in his crib we also packed up the swing and brought down the exersaucer from the attic. He and his brother have been enjoying the new toy this morning. It was sad seeing the old baby swing go but it is fun to see the boys playing together this morning.

We even got in a trip to the Pumpkin Patch so the boys could pick out a pumpkin. It was pretty picked over but we got some cute pictures. Although I have noticed that the boys are at an age where getting either of them to look at the camera is an exercise in futility.




We also got in a trip to the park this past week.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

In the past week

This little guy turned 6 months old.



I can't believe he is already half a year old. We had his 6 month checkup this morning and he was 16 lb 2 oz and 27 inches long. Although I think the nurse may have over-measured his height a bit. He is now eating 1st foods and cereal one to two times per day and is still not even close to sleeping through the night.

Also this past week my blog turned 2. I can't believe it. My life has changed so much in the past two years and it is really great to be able to go back and see what was going on back then.

And finally I got a NEW CAR!!!! SQUEE!!! I am 29 and have never owned a vehicle that wasn't used. It was really exciting to be able to walk in and pick out the color I wanted (sort of, they only had 2 colors on the lot) and the model. We had been talking about this for 2 years and looking for months. I was in Dallas this past weekend and found a Honda dealer that gave me the price I wanted. So I got to drive home in this shiny new Honda Pilot.


It has been a big week here and that doesn't even include my 29th birthday that I celebrated last Monday. Now if I could only get my husband to get around to fixing my oven I will be in business.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Husbands can drive you crazy

So a few weeks ago my best friend was over and we were flipping through DVDs looking for one to watch and she mentioned that she wanted to watch Interview with the Vampire. My husband loves that movie but for some reason we just never bought it. I mentioned it to my husband that night and told him I was going buy it since it is an old movie and I could get it cheap.

Last week I ordered it from Amazon and told my husband. I even followed up to tell him when it had shipped. As of today it has not yet arrived. So my husband has to run to Best Buy tonight to get some gadget he needed and he calls me to tell me that he bought me Interview with the Vampire. He acted completely oblivious to the previous conversations we had regarding my purchase of this movie. Grrr...

Then I decide to check the mail and I cannot locate the key to our mailbox anywhere. My husband checked it last night so on a hunch I went out to the mailbox and there was our mail key hanging out of the lock. The first words out of his mouth when I told him about it were "I didn't check the mail last night". Grrr....

Monday, October 5, 2009

My birthday

Today I turn 29 for the very first time. It is strange to be turning 29 because in my head I am still 22. It seems like every birthday until 21 came so slowly and every one after flew by. It has been a pretty great birthday so far.

I celebrated last weekend with my my mom and then this weekend we had friends over for brisket with all the fixings and cake. Next weekend I will celebrate with my dad so it is really more of a birthday month than birthday day.

I got to start the day off right with birthday cake for breakfast with my coffee. Yum! And later today my order from Old Navy should arrive with this sweater and these jeans,



(pictures courtsey of OldNavy.com)

which I will tuck into these boots that my husband bought me.


(They are Frye - Heidi Boots *picture courtesy of Amazon.com)

I also picked myself up these 2 shirts and this sweater from Express last week and I love them.




(pictures courtesy of Express.com)

Yay for birthday money and giftcards. My best friend got me a $30 gift card for Ulta this weekend that I am itching to spend. Any suggestions on what to get there?

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

and then my oven died in the middle of cooking dinner tonight....

Cosmic Kick Me sign?

I believe somehow I have angered the universe and karma is kicking my butt. I'm not sure exactly what I did but it seems like lately things have just not been working for me. It's nothing big but just little karmic jabs that eventually start to get to you.

It started a few weeks ago when we ordered a new sectional couch and the salesman assured me he ordered the correct configuration just as it was in the picture I showed him. Of course when it was delivered 10 days later it was the exact opposite configuration and had to be reordered. No biggie, the people at my local Ashley's furniture store rock and totally took care of me. So it was just the minor inconvenience of having the wrong configuration for 2 weeks while waiting for a new one.

Then I got Bear back in MDO after a 3 week break between sessions only to have him sent home "sick" on his 2nd day back although he was perfectly fine when I got him home. This caused me to have to reschedule a desperately needed hair appointment that I had been looking forward to for weeks. Again, no biggie. I was able to get it rescheduled and it worked out OK.

Next my husband got placed on a job that required him to work an insane amount of night and weekend hours for 2 weeks. An inconvenience but we made it work. Then the Friday before last I got the stomach bug from hell. It was the sickest I have been in a very, very long time. Luckily my husband had gotten taken off another out of town job so he was able to come home early and help with the kids. I was feeling better by Sunday of that week so my husband sent me to get a pedicure. The pedicure was fine except the lady was a little vigorous in her digging around the edges of my big toe.

Monday my big toe was fine, Tuesday it hurt, Wednesday I thought it might fall off, Thursday was bad but not as bad as Wednesday, Friday was slightly better, Saturday was bearable and then I went and wore tight 4 inch heeled torture devices to church on Sunday. Monday I called the doctor who couldn't fit me in until Tuesday. I soaked it in Epson salt water, slathered it with Iodine, Neosporin and anything else I could get my hands on. By yesterday it was slightly better so I canceled the doctor appointment. Today I am monitoring it. So far it seems to be getting better.

Also, my inspection on my car was due by the end of September so last Thursday I decided to suck it up and take my car in. The night before we checked everything over to make sure I didn't have any lights out etc. Well when I went in to the inspection place the guy told me that I had a small light out and he would have to replace the bulb before he could pass me. Everything else was fine so I told him to go ahead and do it without asking what bulb he was talking about.

Had I checked I could have told him that what he thought was a bulb was just a part of the reflector next to the brake light and there was not a bulb out. However he figured this out once he took my light assembly off and looked himself. No biggie. Except he couldn't get my brake light to work once he took it off. So he took off the reverse light to look at it to see how it was supposed to go and then he dropped the reverse bulb into the light assembly so he had to remove the entire thing from the car to get the bulb out. When he reattached everything none of the lights on that side worked. So he comes in and tells me it must be a wiring issue and I need to get a mechanic to fix it before he can pass me on the inspection.

Yes, that is correct. My car was perfect and everything worked when I went in but when the idiot messed with my lights to replace a bulb that did not exist he screwed up the entire tail light area. Lets just say I was beyond angry and I let those guys have it. I also called my husband at work and he called and chewed them out. Yet they still refused to accept any responsibility and kept telling me it was a problem with my car. So they gave me my failure slip and sent me on my way with no brake light, reverse light, or turn signal on my driver's side. I went home and immediately filed a complaint with the BBB. Luckily my husband was able to reconnect the light correctly and screw the bulbs in properly and get it all working. So much for the "wiring" issue. I went back up there and was waiting outside the bay door when they opened the next morning. Those guys wouldn't even look me in the eye. The guys that were working the day before hid in the office and sent out a female mechanic to help me who wasn't there the day before. She passed me without a problem. I still have not heard a response from the BBB complaint although they told me they notified the owner. Lets just say I won't ever go there again.

Each of these things were annoying but not a huge deal but put them all together in the past month and I start to wonder if I've got a cosmic kick me sign on my back. My birthday is next Monday so hopefully things will improve soon.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Rice cereal

In hopes of moving closer towards a longer than 1 hour stretch of sleep we mixed up some rice cereal tonight and offered it to our second born child.

He looks so little in the high chair.


Hey Mama, whatcha got there?


Hmmm....I'm not so sure about this...


Is it possible to spit out more than Mama puts in?

Friday, September 18, 2009

Thank you all so much for your supportive comments. This parenting thing is like a big scary roller coaster. Really big highs, crazy curves, and then a stomach in your mouth drop of epic proportions. Only this can happen in a matter of minutes with a child. Monday was just a rough day at the end of a rough couple of weeks.

Tuesday shaped up to be slightly better as Bear has Mother's Day Out from 9-3 and I had a hair appointment scheduled for that day. Nothing like highlights and a trim to make you feel like a new woman. But of course those plans got derailed. I managed to get Bear dropped off 20 minutes late on Tuesday because he refused to get out of bed, refused to eat breakfast, and refused to get in and then out of the car. I barely had time to rush through the grocery store and drop off the groceries at the house before hopping in my car to get across town to my hair appointment. On the way the MDO people called and said Bear threw up and I needed to come get him. So I got to reschedule my hair appointment and head over to pick up my toddler that I dropped off just an hour and a half before. I showed up and before I even made it to the second set of doors into the center I could hear him screaming. Yay....

He was fine for the rest of the day, of course. Wednesday wasn't too bad because my husband finally finished up the soul sucking job he has been working on for weeks and got home by 6. We even managed to go have dinner together as a family. So that was nice. Yesterday was perfect. It was the day I have been needing for awhile. Bear was in a good mood, my hair appointment was good, I got to have lunch with my best friend, I made THREE trips to Target (1 was because the checker forgot to give me one of my bags) and my husband got home at 5:45 so we had dinner and then he took Bear out for an hour and a half plus gave him a bath and put him to bed for me. Score!

Now my only complaint is Tater being out of sorts. I don't know if it is teething, a growth spurt or just one of those developmental phases. He has been sleeping even worse than usual. Waking at least hourly. Plus he hasn't been eating normally. He keeps fussing and pulling away. I have tried Orajel with little luck. So I am going to start him on rice cereal tonight and see how that goes. He just fusses all the time. Playing with toys in his swing seems to be the only thing that makes him happy and even that is only for short periods of time. Wish me luck on this one.

Thank goodness I have Glee recorded on my DVR from Wednesday to watch at nap time. There needs to be something to look forward to today.

Monday, September 14, 2009

More of 2

I'll admit, I was one of those smug moms with 1 kid who didn't really get what all the fuss was about. Bear was a relatively easy baby and I found staying home with him wasn't difficult at all. Then I went and decided to add another baby to the mix and my easy baby turned into this 2 year old that I don't know how to handle half the time. Add in a husband who has been working an insane amount of hours including weekends. Not so easy anymore.

I am just overwhelmed. Mostly with my toddler. Tater is a pretty easy baby so besides the time demands of breastfeeding and the not sleeping through the night we are doing OK. But Bear is a whole 'nother ballgame. The kicking, spitting, throwing things, breaking toys and furniture, screaming, crying, not napping and general melee is in full force. It is not all of the time but it seems to be becoming more the rule than the exception lately. I am sure some of it is new baby jealousy and some is not having daddy around much but it is driving me crazy.

I feel like I am all alone in this because it seems the people I know either have kids that didn't go through this, or went through it later (if I hear that 3 is worse one more time I am going to pack up and run away from home), or they have girls and have dealt more with the crying side of things and less of the physical things like hitting and breaking things. I have just been refraining from blogging because I really don't like writing negative things about my kids or family on here. I want to focus on the milestones and the funny antecdotes and not use this to whine about how hard my life is. I know in the grand scheme of things we are doing good and this is just a phase. There are times when Bear is amazing and I do see progress in his behavior. But when you are in the trenches of yet another battle over naptime or a diaper change it feels like this is how it always is and it will never end.

I have had a bit of a break the last 2 weeks because Mother's Day Out started back up after summer break and Bear is now going 2 days a week. This gives me a chance to focus on just one kid and even get some things done without worrying about someone dissolving into a puddle on the floor screaming about the latest injustice of being 2. I just want to see some kind of improvement and it seems that for every good day we have we end up following it with 2 meltdown filled days. Moving him to the toddler bed has in some ways made things worse. Nights were tricky at first but once we figured out that he needs it to be completely dark to sleep we were able to make it a little easier but now naps are a nightmare. He yet ready to give up nap
time which is evidenced by his much improved behavior on the days that he does nap.

So I have just been keeping my head down and trying to slog through this difficult period. I just can't help but think how great things are when Bear acts good and just wish kids didn't have to go through this phase.

In other news, Tater turned FIVE months old on Saturday. How insane is that? He is growing by leaps and bounds and it is so much fun to enjoy this baby phase all over again. We are going to be starting him on rice cereal and some first foods in the next couple of weeks. Hopefully he will start sleeping through the night soon.


Monday, August 10, 2009

Sleeping like a toddler

So the time came to move Bear to his big boy bed this weekend. His new room has been set up since December but I just knew he wasn't ready yet. Last week was a tough week. He kept crawling out of his crib and refusing to listen. Before he might crawl out once and then he would stay in after we put him in the second time. But this past week he decided he was so done with the crib.

Saturday we got up and made a trip to Toys R Us to pick up a baby gate for his big boy room. We also picked up a mattress protector and some corner cushions for the sharp furniture edges in his room. We went home and put him down for his nap. While he was napping we assembled the bed rail I bought a few months ago and baby proofed his room with plug covers, a baby gate, door knob cover for the closet door and corner cushions on the furniture.

When bed time rolled around we followed our normal routine with a bath and a couple of stories but this time we cuddled in his new twin bed to read. He did fine until we walked out of the room and then he was screaming and banging on the door. We went back in a few times and put him down but he kept getting up and turning on his light. Finally we just left him up and figured he would lay down when he was tired. We have a video monitor set up so we could keep an eye on him and eventually he did tire out and fell asleep. He made it until 7:45 Sunday morning before he was banging on the door calling out for me.

He even sort of napped in his room yesterday. He passed out on the floor but at least he slept some. Last night we went through it all again and he fell asleep about an hour after we put him down. He was playing quietly with books and his cars so I was happy. The only catch is that he keeps his overhead light on. Even though he has a fairly bright night light. But I guess if he can fall asleep with all that light I'm not going to fight it.

Now I am trying to transition Tater tot to the crib. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The quarter life clothing crisis

I am a 28, almost 29, year old mother of 2. I still look closer to the 20 end of the age scale than the 30. However my figure is not what it once was after 2 pregnancies and 2 c-sections. I am only 2 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight but those are the biggest two pounds I have ever carried. My jeans that were snug before pregnancy are now screaming for mercy. So my husband told me this weekend to go out and buy myself a few new things to spruce up the wardrobe. Tuesday morning I dropped off Bear at Mother's Day Out and Tater tot and I set out for some shopping.

I hit the mall first and wandered through a couple of department stores but I couldn't decide whether to shop in the juniors or the missus or maybe petites. I walk through the juniors and I just can't get past this bag lady chic look they have going. Every outfit is 3 see through cheap shirts layered over a cami with a scarf around the neck and skinny jeans topped off with 15 necklaces. I look at the missus section and I am just so not ready to go there yet. I don't want to dress like my mom, or worse yet, my grandma. A forever 21 had opened up while I was pregnant so I wandered in there with my stroller and I am fairly certain I should be babysitting the other girls shopping there not buying the same clothes as them. Don't even get me started on the wet seal or abercrombie.

I even tried Gap, Express, New York and Co and a few other stores but nothing. It didn't help that Tater was not in the mood for shopping and kept protesting the stroller so I was carrying him while pushing my purse in the stroller. I nursed him in the car in the mall parking lot and got him settled enough to head to Old Navy. Can you believe that I did not find one thing that looked cute on me? The only good thing that came out of my trip to the changing room was a private breastfeeding session versus feeding Tater in the car.

It's not just the fashions it is just so many things. Not knowing how I should dress now that I am not a college kid anymore but not wanting to fall into the SAHM shlumpyness. The fact that my body is now fatter in the middle and wider in the hips. I can't wear the cute strapless shirts or anything that doesn't cover a nursing bra.

So I gave up. I went home and looked at my closet full of clothes and decided that perhaps instead of trying to find clothes to mask the body that I have perhaps I should work on getting that body back into the clothes that I have. Then I went online and bought a Wii Fit with the money my husband gave me.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Toddler-isms

* Why is it that Mama can coach you over and over to say 1-2-3, A-B-C, etc and you will stubbornly refuse to say it in front of anyone when Mama asks you to? However you will have no problem saying "Oh, s%#*" in front of your grandparents, Sunday school teachers, and Mother's Day out staff after hearing your daddy say it once?

* Why is it that you sleep blissfully through the night (for the most part) over the past 2 years but the night your 3 month old brother decides to sleep pretty soundly you decide that is the night to wake up every 1/2 hour and fuss and scream for no reason? I know there was no reason because I checked, multiple times.

* Why is it that when Mama tells you no more juice because you keep spitting it on the carpet you decide that it is OK to get the dog's water bottle from his crate and try to drink out of that instead. Yuck!

* Why is it that you never want to play with or kiss the baby until he is sleeping soundly in his crib or the swing? Same goes for crawling all over Mama only when she is feeding the baby.

* Why do you ask to watch Elmo and then as soon as Mama gets it on you throw a screaming fit asking to watch robots (Transformers)?

* Why do you think that it is ok to throw any food on the floor that you deem "yucky"?

* Why do you scream and cry about being forced to take a bath and the scream and cry when it's time to get out?

* Why do you wait till Mama is at her wits end to decide to be cute and give Mama kisses?

Monday, July 6, 2009

Happy Thoughts

After my last doom and gloom post I thought I would follow it up with a post of things that make me happy right now. So here are a few things making my life wonderful.

* Plastic kiddie pools. Seriously great way to beat the heat and so much fun for your toddler.

* Tater Tot turned 12 weeks old Saturday. If I was still working I would have had to return to work today as my 12 weeks of FMLA would have been up. Yay for staying home!

* I discovered the yummiest cookie recipe ever and have made it 3 times in the past 2 weeks. Half batches, anyways. I'm not a complete pig.

* Bear is starting to get a little easier. I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel with these terrible twos. We still get tantrums and difficulties daily but it is still easier than it was this time last year. Although I haven't started potty training yet so that light might just be a train.

* Did I mention Tater is 12 weeks old? That means I have been exclusively breastfeeding for 12 weeks. I rock. It was so hard those first few weeks that I really never thought I would make it this far. I'll even admit I somewhat enjoy it except when he wants to eat someplace really public. Then I am still a little shy. Mama needs a few drinks before whipping out her breast in public which is obviously a no-no with the whole breastfeeding thing. Thank God for hooter hiders. I have the Blue Maxfield design an I lurve it.

* My best friend found out recently that she is unexpectedly pregnant and I am so excited. She will be having her baby in mid-January.

* I am getting my hair cut and highlighted tomorrow. The last time I got this done was 2 months before Tater Tot was born. I am way overdue.

* Homemade bread. I have been trying out some new recipes and it has made making my own bread fun again. I am really loving this recipe by Money Saving Mom. I also love, love her pizza crust recipe although I add Italian seasoning and garlic powder for a little umph.

* Coconut lime verbena foaming handsoap from Bath and Body works. Hands down my favorite soap for washing my hands in the kitchen. It smells so amazing I want to lick myself in a non-creepy, non-pornographic way. I picked up 3 new bottles on sale at Bath and Bodyworks this weekend.

* I got the boys pictures taken 2 weeks ago and they are super cute. I can't wait to hand them out at Tater's christening in two weeks. The only downside was that Bear refused to do a cute picture with Tater. Every time we put them together on the bean bag chair, Bear would start pushing Tater away which would make him cry. We ended up with one semi-decent picture of the two of them and a bunch of cute pictures of them separately.

* I am making Penne a la Betsy for dinner tonight. 'Nuff said.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Ostrich

I have been hiding out lately. Burying my head in the sand, sticking my fingers in my ears and saying la-la-la. I don't know if it's just postpartum hormones or the godforsaken heat but I am just grouchy. So I bury my head in hopes of my head not exploding.

The boys are good. Well as good as a 2 1/2 year old cooped up in the house from the heat and a 2 month old who sleeps in 2 hour increments can be. They are beautiful and healthy so I am thankful for that.

I am just more stressed about the state of the world in general. It is a 100 million degrees outside. If I hear the name Michael Jackson one more time my head might actually explode (I have pretty much taken to avoiding the news and gossip websites for a few weeks until the furor dies down). I can't even begin to discuss the things our president is doing because there are just not words. I'm fairly sure a sworn enemy of this country could not do more damage in such a short period of time without using any weapons. I will leave it at that since I know many of my readers voted for him and think what he is doing is good. So I am back to my stance of burying my head in the sand.

My momma always said if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Chunky Monkey

This past week has been a busy week for those of us here in the slow lane. My sister came into town Monday to see the new baby finally. We had a great lunch and enjoyed getting a chance to catch up. She only lives 2 hours away but as a single parent with 3 kids she doesn't get to get out much. My mom came up the following day and spent the night so she could watch the kiddos while I saw a G.I. specialist about my gallbladder or whatever is causing the episodes I have been having since I had Bear 2 years ago.

He scheduled me for another ultrasound to see if they can pinpoint the cause of the problem and prescribed some medication that should help if I have another attack. If the ultrasound shows nothing obvious and the medication doesn't help then we will have to look into more tests. Yippee. It was nice to at least be able to meet him and have him take me seriously. I was afraid he would make me wait until I had another episode before he would do anything. I haven't had one since November so I am afraid I might be due for another one.

The new baby also had a doctor checkup this week. His two month checkup. He weighed 12lb and 14 oz and was 22 1/2 inches long. My husband and I have taken to calling him Chunk (short for Chunky Monkey) or Tater (short for tater tot). He was 25% percentile for height and 75% for weight. Lets hear it for the breast milk.

I am taking the boys next week to have their pictures taken. I am not looking forward to the actual appointment but it will be nice to have some new professional photos. I haven't been to have any taken since last summer.

We have also been playing around with the new Flip video camera I got my husband for Father's Day. I didn't want to give it to him until today but he was having a rough day on Thursday so I gave him his present early to cheer him up. We have been playing with it all weekend. Don't worry, all footage is of the children. Its all G rated people.


Who are you callin' Chunky, lady?

Monday, June 15, 2009

The boots

I got some emails and comments regarding the boots in the picture from my previous post.



The boots are John Deere Johnny Popper boots from Cavender's Boot City. Yes, I live in Texas. No, I did not buy the boots. My husband's aunt did. Don't worry, Bear got a John Deere t-shirt from her so he didn't feel left out. If you feel your child's life would not be complete without his or her own pair, you can pick them up here. They sell them all the way up to kid sizes if you are so inclined to pay that much for them.

*Chubby baby thighs not included.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Typical Housewife

If you thought posting before the baby came was sporadic at best I am now outdoing myself with laziness. It could be that there is very little going on in my life besides changing diapers and trying to get someone fed, clean or to sleep at any given point in my day. I barely leave the house anymore. My best friend was kind enough to watch the kiddos for us last Saturday night so we could go out to dinner alone for the first time in months. That was only my second time in a restaurant since the baby was born 2 months ago. That must be some kind of record for me.

Gotta look on the bright side. This has helped with saving money and improving my cooking skills. I discovered the best red beans and rice recipe ever at the Homesick Texan's blog. Love her recipes. I have also been trying out quite a few recipes from the Pioneer Woman lately. And I even made my own pizza crust from scratch the other day using a recipe from Money Saving Mom. What did people do before blogs? Seriously, I would be totally lost without them.

So thats my life for now. Cooking, cleaning, diaper changing. Just the life of the typical American Housewife. But I am happy, happier than I can ever remember being at any other point in my life. Doing exactly what I always hoped I would be able to do.



Can you blame me?

Thursday, May 28, 2009

10 years

Do you know what you were doing 10 years ago tonight? I do. Ten years ago I walked across a temporary stage in the middle of an outdoor football field in a small Texas town and accepted my high school diploma. I thought I was grown up. I had an acceptance letter to the college of my choice and all I had to do was make it through the summer and then come August I would pack up my car and head off to college to start my life.

The month of May has always been a month of new beginnings for me. May 2000 I finished my first year of college and moved in with my 2 best friends into our first apartment. May 2001 I moved out of that apartment, no longer friends with either girl, and into my very own apartment. May 2002 I studied abroad in Russia and faced my fears about studying in a foreign country with only a basic grasp of the language. May 2003 I accepted a proposal of marriage from my future husband whom I had known for a total of 4 1/2 months. May 2004 I married that man and we started our lives together. May 2005 we celebrated completing our first difficult year of marriage in Florida with my parents. May 2006 we purchased our first home and spent a week getting it ready to move into. May 2007 I lost my job of 3 1/2 years and had to start looking for a new one with a 4 month old baby at home. May 2008 was my first full month as a stay at home mom.

And here it is, May 2009. I am now the proud owner of a bachelor's degree, a homeowner, a wife, a mother of 2 boys and now I think I might actually be a grown up for real. I barely remember that girl from 10 years ago but I am proud of her and how far she has come.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Flying by...

It is amazing how fast the time passes when you have two small people entirely dependent on you for their survival. It makes things like blogging, eating, showering etc take a backseat. Just kidding on the showering. I make sure to find time for that. My life has become a serious exercise in proritizing lately. When I am not feeding, changing, refilling sippy cups, dressing, bathing, re-feeding, cleaning up, cooking, doing laundry etc I have to figure out what thing I want to do most with my free time. Most of the time eating or showering wins which means there is no time to blog. I can still read blogs while breastfeeding but my one handed typing sucks.

I am also really trying to enjoy the baby time this time around. Last time I kept wanting each stage to pass or get here but this time I am just trying to soak up the newborn-ness. This is hard when my two year old is constantly demanding my attention and trying to get into or on everything. He is driving me a little crazy with the whole not listening and getting into everything stage. This stage has been going on for a YEAR with no end in sight. Lucky for him that he is so cute.



His daddy took him fishing this weekend and it is moments like this that make me realize that the toddler stage won't last forever either. It all goes by so fast.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Banished to the attic

This weekend I finally got to clear out all the maternity clothes that have been hogging my closet space. When I had Bear I just moved them all to the back of the closet knowing that I would probably be pregnant again in the next 2 years. But today they are happily esconced in a Rubbermaid container ready for a trip up to the attic. Even though I don't plan on having more children you never know plus I hate to just get rid of them. If I don't use them again at least I can donate them to a friend whenever someone needs them.

It is so nice to see all my summer clothes hanging up at the front of my closet, organized and ready to wear. I can only fit in one pair of pre-pregnancy jeans but I have hope that I will be able to squeeze in the rest soon. I am only 4 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight but my shape hasn't bounced quite back yet. Until then I have yoga pants and shorts I can wear. And luckily my feet are back to pre-pregnancy size too so I can wear my new sandals.

The only thing that worries me is my appetite. I am hungrier now than I have ever been in my life. All I want to do is eat. I hope the breastfeeding will help keep me from gaining back the weight. I thought pregnancy was supposed to make you want to eat for two but breastfeeding is a whole new level of hunger. It doesn't help that I have been perusing the Pioneer Woman's recipes again and I made Pasta alla Vodka last night. So yummy yet so fattening.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The first day of the rest of my parenthood experience

Today is my first official day on my own with my toddler and my newborn. I set the alarm so I could have time to feed Peanut before I got Bear up. It has worked out pretty well so far this morning. I fed the baby and then got Bear some milk and got him out of bed and changed. While he was eating his Cheerios I made coffee and folded laundry. Peanut entertained himself in the pack and play. Now we are all watching Seasame Street.

I'm still not sure on a nickname for the baby and I am thinking about abandoning the nicknames all together and just using their real names. Right now Piglet would probably be the most appropriate nickname for my newest son as all he does is eat and grunt. This is my first time to breastfeed so it has been really exciting to see him growing and thriving purely off what I produce from my body. I took him for his 2 week checkup on Monday and he already weighs 8 lbs. That is 15 oz over his birth weight. Very Exciting.

It has been a challenge getting used to having two especially yesterday when I had to pick up Bear from Mother's Day Out while juggling my newborn. I think going out in public is going to be the most challenging thing for me at first. It's not bad when I have my husband but on my own is scary. We took the boys to the park on Saturday together and that was nice. The breastfeeding has gone better than I could have expected. It hurt quite a bit at first but now I am starting to really enjoy the convenience and the closeness. I won't discuss the sleep right now as I prefer not to jinx myself.


Saturday, April 25, 2009

Blessed (and Spoiled)

There is nothing like a new baby to bring out the best in people. These past two weeks have been nothing short of amazing. (Can you believe it has been two weeks already?) I haven't had a moment alone in the past 2 weeks but in a good way. People have been falling all over themselves to make sure I haven't had to do anything but take care of and love on the new baby.

My mom, dad, and grandma have all been taking turns staying with us so that there is always someone here to take care of Bear, run errands and take care of housework. I feel so incredibly blessed. My friends have been bringing meals and baby gifts. My dad is out mowing the lawn as we speak while I take a break between feedings and my husband runs some errands.

I have just been trying to soak up all this time with my family as much as possible because I never get to spend so much time with them on my own. Tuesday will be the last day someone will be here and then I will be on my own. I'll admit I am a wee bit afraid of how it will all work but I know it will somehow.



Thursday, April 16, 2009

I know, I know. There is so much to tell you and each day that I don't write the more I feel like I will forget or leave out but yet it is so hard to take the few precious moments I have to myself to update my blog, Facebook, return phone calls, see visitors, etc. Today I got up early and my Mom took me and the baby up to the pediatrician for his weigh in and then over to my OB to get my blood pressure checked and my staples taken out. The baby, who I will call Peanut for now until I can come up with a nickname, is doing well. He eats ALL.THE.TIME and refuses to be put down which makes doing anything else difficult. He has already gained 4 oz since our release from the hospital on Tuesday so all the eating seems to be paying off.

I am doing pretty well. Tired and sore although not as tired or sore as I was after my first c-section. My blood pressure has been way high since the delivery so they are putting me on blood pressure medication for now. (It was 173/103 at my appt this morning). Plus they put me on antibiotics since my c-section scar was red when they took out my staples. Add in my Motrin, pain killers, and Iron pills and I am tired of taking medications. My weight loss has been good though so I was excited about that.

I mentioned in my last post that this was a surprise delivery on Saturday morning. Apparently Peanut felt that the 13th wasn't a good birthday and he would prefer the 11th instead. I knew something was up Friday night when I was so nauseated I couldn't lay down or sleep. Then bright and early Saturday morning my water broke. Immediately I started having contractions that were 5 minutes apart. My dad had just left his house but was still 3 hours away so we called everyone we knew to see if someone could take Bear. We got a hold of my husband's uncle and aunt and they agreed to take him for a few hours until my dad got here.

By the time we were in the car and on our way my contractions were 3 minutes apart and getting bad. The hospital was 10 minutes away so I told my husband to drop me off at the ER so I could get checked in while he dropped off Bear. Good thing I did that because by the time he got him dropped off and came back to the hospital my contractions were intense and approximately 1 minute apart. They did my blood work and IV and I was in the operating room at just under 2 hours from when my water broke. My doctor wasn't on call but he happened to be at the hospital checking on another patient so he stayed and delivered Peanut. The c-section wasn't bad but afterwards I shook in the recovery room for about 3 hours. I didn't have any shaking like that after my last c-section. It was awful and my temperature was 95.2. Brrrr... Once they got me in my room though I was doing better. I was up and walking around the next day with minimal problems.

We got home Tuesday afternoon and it is so good to be home. Bear is doing awesome with his baby brother. He has been giving him lots of kisses and has been very sweet with him. That was a big relief.

I think that gets you pretty well caught up. Here are a few more pictures to tide you over until I get time to write again.


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

We're Home!

Baby boy made a surprise appearance on Saturday morning at 9:50 a.m. More details to come later but I just wanted to let everyone know everything is OK and we are home safely. Thank you all for your prayers and well wishes.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Like a kid in a candy shop

So my new iPod nano arrived today. Finally. The UPS man didn't come until 5 and I was getting worried. I really wanted to get all my songs uploaded this weekend so it can come to the hospital with me on Monday. I am officially in love. Although I am certain I am going to smush it or lose it. This thing is seriously small.

I have been downloading songs and trying to get my cds into iTunes. It is a lot of work. And those downloads add up quick.

I may need an intervention.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Holy crap, 5 more days?

In case y'all were counting we are now a mere five days away from D day. Crazy. I am so, so ready to be done with this pregnancy thing but still really nervous about the whole getting cut open while naked in front of a room full of strangers with a needle in my back thing. In addition to all my pregnancy discomforts I have now added allergies to my list of health woes. I woke up all stuffy, itchy, yucky last night and it has morphed into runny nose/headache/yucky feeling today. I just pray it gets better before my surgery on Monday.

In other news, Bear is all nicely recovered from his croup. Amen. Whatever those doctors at the ER gave him really worked. Plus the 5 days of steroids that he finished up yesterday. So I do have his health to be thankful for. Although is it awful to say that I kind of miss the sluggish/cuddly behavior that comes from a sick 2 year old versus the bouncing off the walls craziness that I have now? I love him being healthy but it was nice to have his energy down a notch for a little bit.

I am also excited to report that I got my first baby gift for me last night from my husband. I think the mama is definitely overlooked in the whole gift giving department when it comes to giving birth. Seriously, the baby only needs so many onesies. I need a medal or something shiny for getting gutted like a fish dontcha think? Anyways, he bought me a shiny new iPod nano in green. I am so excited. I could possibly be the last person on Earth (or at least in America) under 65 without one. There have always just been too many other things to spend money on like clothes, pedicures, GPSs, my camera, etc. I am open to suggestions on songs I should upload onto it when it arrives from Amazon on Friday.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Busy, Busy

Has it already been a week since my last post? This week has been a little crazy. My husband was sick all weekend with some cold or allergy thing so we were pretty limited on what we did all weekend as he wasn't up for much. I had my regular doctor appointment on Wednesday and my blood pressure has been going up. The doctor checked it three times at my appointment and asked me to come back today to have it checked again.

Yesterday was supposed to be my easy day but Bear started running a fever and having chills while we were out at lunch with my best friend. We took him home and gave him Motrin before his nap hoping it was just a little virus. I checked on him several times during his nap and his fever had broken so I thought he was doing better. She left around 3:30 and I got him up around 4. When I got him up I immediately noticed the fever was back along with wheezing. I gave him a breathing treatment with our nebulizer and it did nothing for him. He started wheezing really badly and couldn't seem to cough or really talk.

So I threw him in the car and off to Urgent care we went. I called my husband on the way and he was on his way home and he said he would meet me up there. He got there before me and they told him it was a 2 hour wait. He explained that we had a 2 year old who couldn't breathe and we weren't waiting 2 hours. As soon as I got there they took him right back and grabbed a doctor. The doctor was really concerned with his breathing and told us we needed to go to the hospital. She called the ER and told them we were on our way.

So we got to the ER and they did two more breathing treatments with him and gave him steroids which helped a lot. Apparently has has a bad case of croup. What was scary was how fast it came on and how quickly it got severe. Luckily they saw him quickly and we were on our way home after about 2 1/2 hrs at the ER. He is still breathing rough and coughing today but nothing as severe as what I saw yesterday. They gave us a prescription for steroids and said this should be cleared up in a week or less. I scheduled an appointment for him to have a checkup with his regular doctor next Tuesday to make sure he is all better.

Today my friend came back over and watched him so I could go and have my blood pressure checked again. It is still high but not as high as it was Wednesday. The nurse wants me to come back at 3 today and have it checked again. Ugh.

Next week is going to be crazy with doctor's appointments for me and Bear, a vet appointment for Rocky, the Pest control guy coming for our quarterly spraying and last minute preparations for the baby. Then the following Monday is c-section day. The doctor said I should expect to be released that Thursday afternoon, April 16th. Luckily my nesting has been in such high gear that I really don't have a lot of baby prep work left. It will mainly just be getting the house ready for guests to be here while I am in the hospital. It's hard not to be stressed out right now but I am also really excited that in 10 days (or less) I will be holding my newest baby.

Whew!

Friday, March 27, 2009

Good times

I love days that start out with the potential to be really sucky but actually end up being pretty good. I slept terribly last night. No big surprise since my back always hurts at night and I could not fall asleep for the life of me. Anyways, at around 7ish this morning I hear Bear up and talking to himself. Ugh. I was really hoping he would sleep until at least 8 or so giving me a chance to rest a little longer. But on the plus side my husband was still home, normally he leaves at 6:30, so he went in to check on Bear. This had the potential to be a very good thing or a very bad thing.

Good thing if Bear sees Dada and settles down and goes back to sleep or very bad if he sees Dada and freaks out because Dada isn't going to get him up to play with him. Guess which happened this morning? Oh and of course he soaked through his diaper and all over the sheets so he has to get up. So as I am laying in bed all I hear is a very angry toddler over the monitor. I heave myself out of bed and put in my contacts. Luckily my husband got Bear all cleaned up and the bed stripped before I got my not happy self in there. He stuck around long enough for me to feed Bear and get him in a better mood so he wasn't all upset when my husband left for work around 8. 1st crisis averted.

Then I look outside and it is gray, foggy, humid, yucky. So much for getting Bear out of the house today. We have been trapped inside for days due to yucky rainy weather that has made everything muddy. Just as I was resigning myself to another day of trying to wrangle a toddler indoors using nothing but toys he is already bored with and my imagination, my best friend called and wanted to come over. Cool. Crisis 2 averted.

She comes over and helps me entertain Bear for awhile. Another one of our friends called and suggested we all go out to lunch. We decide to meet up at the food court at the mall so Bear can play with her daughter in the play area there. Yay! So we had a lovely lunch of Chick-fil-a and the kiddos played at the play area for awhile. After that we got packed up and ready to go so the kiddos could get home for naptime. Then we heard the rain start thundering down on the roof and realized we were trapped in the mall until the storm subsided. Oh darn.

I managed to pick up an adorable swimsuit and sandals for Bear at Gymboree on sale and got in some good window shopping for me. We also treated ourselves to cookies from the Nestle Toll House place. Yum! By the time we got done the rain had stopped and we headed back to the house. Bear even fell asleep in the car on the way back meaning I was able to put him right down when I got home with no fuss. My friend took off and I got an 1 1/2 hour nap in before Bear got back up. Now my hubby is on his way home and the sun has even come out.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Still here.

I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, given birth, or anything dramatic. I've just been kind of blah. I'm tired of writing about pregnancy and yet I've been thinking about little else for the past few weeks, months. This last month is hard y'all.

So instead of whining about my big pregnant self I thought I would share a picture of my other darling child who is not kicking me in the ribs right now.


We got his hair cut last week and I think it makes him look more grown up. Every day he moves farther and farther out from babyhood. It makes me so sad but yet so proud. His new thing lately is "helping" us. If I am dusting then he is grabbing a towel and following along. Same goes for sweeping and vacuuming. It is so adorable.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sleepless in Texas

It is 12:34 a.m. and I can hear my husband snoring in the next room and my son talking to himself in his crib. I am up in my recliner in the living room unable to sleep. I desperately want to try to enjoy this last month of pregnancy before my world gets turned upside down but it is hard to do that when I haven't had a decent nights sleep in I don't know how long.

I know I got off easy in my last pregnancy skipping those last 7 1/2 weeks of my 3rd trimester although I would gladly have traded all those nights sleep for having my baby not have to stay in the NICU. It does seem to be nature's cruel joke to deprive expectant mothers of decent sleep for weeks or months before the arrival of a new baby. As if the sleepless nights after the baby gets here aren't enough.

Besides the backaches, rib pain, non-stop peeing, restless legs and general uncomfortableness this also happens to be the baby's most active time of the day. Throw in some baby hiccups and you have one tired mommy. I know it is all worth it in the end and someday this will be a nice distant fuzzy memory but tonight I just needed to vent.

Friday, March 13, 2009

C-section scheduled? Check.

Ladies and Gentlemen, We have a due date scheduled. The doctor's office called and confirmed I am scheduled for a c-section April 13th, a scant 1 month from today. Luckily, NOT a Friday the 13th. This is all assuming that I don't go into labor before then. But it is exciting either way because at least I have a for sure date to know I will meet my 2nd son by.

In some ways I am more than ready and feel like I have been pregnant forever but in others I can't believe my pregnancy is almost over. I know my body is ready for a break. I already feel like I am busting at the seams and any day a rib is going to pop out and impale me. Mentally I am not as prepared but how can you ever really be ready for a newborn and a toddler? I know I will just have to take it one day at a time.

I did get a box of receiving blankets, onesies, and sleepers today in the mail from my husband's step-sister. Nothing like seeing tiny little footie sleepers with dinosaurs on them to get you all excited about meeting your new baby. Yay for baby presents.

Monday, March 2, 2009

T minus 7 weeks

As I reflect on these last few magical weeks of pregnancy (snort) I think the thing I am most looking forward to beyond actually meeting my preshus baby is that once the baby comes I will have help. When you are pregnant you have people telling you to take it easy but its not like anyone can be like, "Here I'll take the baby for awhile you go have a few drinks with the girls". Nor do I see anyone volunteering to take the baby so I can sleep on my stomach uninterrupted for a 3 hour stretch without a pee break or a leg cramp. Yes I will be recovering from a c-section, going through the breastfeeding woes, and dealing with all the postpartum hormones but by God I will have a mother here telling me she will take the baby for awhile so I can go take a nap.

My ribs, back, and feet hurt. I am tired of eating mini meals because my stomach is located 2 inches below my throat. I want to be able to roll over in bed easily and even sleep on my stomach. I'm so over waddling and pulling up my pants every two seconds because no matter how big you get your maternity pants will never stay up. I'm sick of nosebleeds especially the 3 am ones as if the sleep isn't interrupted enough.

I know I should be enjoying these last few weeks before my life is flipped upside down but it would be nice if I could stick my stomach in a bouncy seat for a few minutes and do something unencumbered. I am ready to meet this second son of mine. I want him here safely and healthy and in my arms.

Friday, February 27, 2009

A celebratory belly shot

Since I am now 32 weeks 3 days today I thought I would celebrate with a belly picture. My water broke with Bear right at this point so today felt kind of special. I also celebrated with a Ben and Jerry's sundae after dinner so that also factors into the belly size in the photo.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Week 32 - Commence Nesting

I will officially be 32 weeks tomorrow. Just 3 days shy of when my water broke with Bear. Through out this pregnancy I have been doing some of the usual nesting. We set up Bear's new big boy room to free up the nursery, cleaned out the linen closets, and organized the medicine shelf in the bathroom closet to make sure we have all our baby nose suckers and themometers in order. However in the past few weeks the nesting has kicked it up a notch. I have organized the drawer with my party supplies, cleaned and organized the pantry, scrubbed and organized the lazy susan shelf with my pots and pans, cleaned and organized the cabinet with all the sippy cups and Rubbermaid containers, organized under the bathroom and kitchen sinks, cleaned out the fridge, etc.

This weekend we even started pulling down some of the baby things from the attic like the bassinet, newborn - 3 month clothes, bouncy seat, and the carseat. I washed all the clothes and blankets and folded them all and put them in the basket below the bassinet. I just feel like there is so much to do and I am so afraid of ending up in the same predicament as last time where I am recovering from a c-section and trying to wash baby clothes, set up a nursery and get my house ready to bring him home. I know the chances of another preemie baby are low but I think the added pressure of having a toddler is sending me into overdrive. I know that people will be coming and staying in my house to help take care of Bear while I am in the hospital and the first few weeks home with the baby. God forbid my mom see expired medicine on the shelf or not be able to find the lid to a pot in the kitchen due to my lack of organization.

I am starting to feel reasonably prepared. However, I know when I do get home from the hospital there will still be messes and things I forgot to get. I didn't really get into the whole nesting phase with my last pregnancy so I hope this is all just hormones and I will relax some when the baby gets here since I know keeping an organized and immaculate house with a toddler, new baby and a husband is an exercise in futility.

Friday, February 20, 2009

A Meme about Us

I am desperate to blog about something besides pregnancy and my toddler so I totally stole this meme from Jenny at She Likes Purple.


What are your middle names?

Mine is Rae and my hubby's is Glen.

How long have you been together?

Since January 2003. It was the closest thing to love at first sight that I have ever experienced.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?

We met January 8, 2003 and immediately hit it off. He invited me to go get ice cream and while we were out he asked me to go out on a date that weekend. 2 days later we had our first date.

Who asked whom out?

He asked me.

How old are each of you?

He is 34 and I am 28.

Whose siblings do you see the most?

We are about even on this. We aren't particularly close with either of our siblings but see them occasionally since they don't live too far away.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

Probably the 16 days Bear spent in the NICU after he was born. Although we have each been laid off unexpectedly and those times were scary and tough too.

Did you go to the same school?

Nope. I met him 2 weeks after I graduated from college.

Are you from the same home town?

No, I was born in a suburb of Dallas and he was born outside of Houston.

Who is smarter?

I was better at school but he has lots of life and work experience.

Who is the most sensitive?

I am, especially with all these crazy pregnancy hormones.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?


We eat a lot of Mexican food (my top choice) and BBQ (his top choice).

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?

Cancun, Mexico for our honeymoon.

Who has the craziest exes?

I'd say we are probably even on this one. We have actually discussed setting up a dating service to hook up our crazy exes who seem to be perfect matches.

Who has the worst temper?

He does. I am the blow up and get over it type where he is the hold a grudge till the day he dies type.

Who does the cooking?

I do. He cooked for me first but I have been doing it ever since. Although he does handle all the grilling duties.

Who is the neat-freak?

I like everything picked up and put away where he is more anal about the actual cleaning part. So he doesn't care about leaving socks on the floor and stuff spread out all over the counter but will freak out about crumbs on the floor. I can deal with the crumbs on the floor but those damn socks will drive me crazy.

Who is more stubborn?

He is.

Who hogs the bed?


Neither. I am extremely territorial about my half of the bed and will kick and push to keep him off my side during the night but I don't invade his territory.

Who wakes up earlier?

He does. He usually leaves the house by 6-6:30 a.m. sometimes earlier.

Where was your first date?


We went out to dinner at Cheddar's and then back to his place to watch old movies.

Who is more jealous?

Honestly this isn't too much of an issue for us. I used to be jealous but marriage has mellowed me out.

How long did it take to get serious?


Not long. We met in January, he told me he loved me in February, moved in with me in March, and proposed in May. We were married the following May.

Who eats more?


He does. Although being pregnant I can give him a run for his money.

Who does the laundry?

I do since I stay home full time. We used to split the duties when I worked.

Who’s better with the computer?


I'm better with software while he is better at figuring out the hardware.

Who drives when you are together?

He does. I hate driving and he always complains when I drive.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Another week down. Every day I'm creeping just a little closer to meeting my new boy and fitting into my old clothes. I can't wait. This weekend we made our last pre-baby trip out of town. Now that I am 2 weeks away from where I was when I had Bear I've decided to stick close to home, and my doctor, until he arrives. We made a quick trip down to see my parents in Houston and had a good time. It was nice to get out of town with the hubby even if it was just for the night. My parents watched Bear Saturday for a little bit so my husband and I could have a lovely lunch outdoors at a nice little Italian joint on the lake.

Then my Mom and I did some grocery shopping for dinner and picked up steaks for the guys to grill for dinner. My Mom also bought us some chocolate covered strawberries, yum! My stepdad and I took some time before dinner to do my taxes. I am so relieved to have those taken care of before the baby comes. I could have done them myself but it is nice to have someone help me with a few of my questions just to make sure I don't miss something.

We got home this afternoon and Bear has been being a bit of a bear. He never sleeps well when we travel so we put him to bed 45 minutes early tonight. He kept me up from 3:30 - 5:30 a.m. this morning as if my sleep isn't bad enough with the backaches, peeing, and hip pain.

I entertained myself this weekend by reading The Pioneer Woman's love story. I had heard about it for awhile but hadn't actually read it yet. It was a great story to read around Valentine's Day. I am eagerly awaiting her next installment. I have also been tackling a few of her recipes lately. I did the French Onion soup Friday night and it was good but it would have been better if I had a dutch oven so I could have properly caramelized my onions. I'll have to add one of those to my wish list of kitchen gadgets.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

New recipes make Momma very happy

Well we survived the Superbowl/Birthday Party last weekend. It was a lot of work and I was exhausted when it was all over. We only ended up with 2 couples and 2 kids but with everyone hanging out for nearly 6 hours we ate enough food for 20 people. I am so glad it is over. This weekend my neighbors had their son's 1st birthday party and she went all out with food, games, bouncy house, pinata, favor bags, etc. It was nice to be able to go over and enjoy it all and then go home at the end of the night.

I have been working on more domestic pursuits lately such as expanding my recipe collection. I think I get tired of cooking because I am cooking the same recipes over and over. Today I did not one but two recipes from The Pioneer Woman. If you haven't visited her recipe site you are missing out. I made her biscuits and gravy for breakfast and then Penne a la Betsy for dinner. Yum! Although my heart (and my waist) can only take her recipes in moderation. If you have any favorite recipe blogs you want to recommend please let me know. I plan on tackling Bean Paste's Welsh Rabbit and Chicken Pot Pie this week as well. It is nice to be excited about cooking again.

We also put some finishing touches on Bear's new room this weekend by hanging some stuff on the walls. We put up the new baby's name on the nursery wall too. I even picked up my first package of wee diapers for the new baby today. Squee! It is getting more and more real now. I am 29 weeks 5 days today, I had Bear at 32 weeks % days so I want to be prepared this time around in case I get another anxious stork in a hurry to make a delivery.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Happy Birthday to Bear...Mommy needs a nap

Today is Bear's 2nd birthday. I have been solo parenting for the past few days since my husband is out of town for work. So there was nothing planned for today. Which was probably good because apparently Bear got the memo that Two means Terrible Twos. He refused to nap today. AT.ALL. After I finally gave up on the nap and decided to give him a bath before daddy got home. I got him all scrubbed down and was peacefully reading a magazine beside the tub while he played with his bath toys. He started saying Uh oh and I looked into the tub to discover a blizzard of poop. At least that is what it looked like.

I hauled him out of the tub and stuck a diaper on him to contain any future messes. Then I got to scrub down the tub and all of his toys. Once those were all clean I got to give Bear a second bath with a good scrubbing. Fun times. These are the things they never show you in the Gerber commercials. My husband called shortly after that to let me know he was still not done with his job and didn't know when he would be. At this time it was 4:30 so I got Bear dressed and threw him in the car and we headed to the mall for a little theraputic shopping/pretzel eating. The mall was packed but I did get him a cute pair of sandals and of course a pair for me. We shared pizza and a pretzel and decided to head to the grocery store to get the stuff I need for tomorrow's birthday/Superbowl party. I had planned on doing that this afternoon with my hubby but since it was 6:00 and he was still not done at work and was still 2 1/2 hours from home I realized that was not going to happen.

Of course the store was packed and they didn't have balloons (normally they had these out at the door for the little kids) which did not help me with Bear. I get over to the meat department and discover they have 2 briskets left. TWO. One is a ginormous slab that costs 30+ dollars and the other is a dinky, fatty looking one for about $17.00. I'm trying to keep Bear in the cart and call my husband to see what he wants me to do and of course he doesn't have time to talk to me. I grab the smaller brisket because at this point I still have NO CLUE how many people might show up tomorrow since half of the invited guests did not respond at all and 2 families told us maybe. I have already spent money on beer, chips, sides, cake, ice cream, goody bags, etc I don't want to waste more money on meat no one might eat. Luckily we have a bunch of sausage in the freezer so I can throw some on the smoker if more people show up. I managed to get out of the store without too much drama except that I forgot to hand over the cheese until after I paid so I had to pay for that separately.

I got home around 7 and got all the stuff unloaded and of course Bear fell asleep in the car since he didn't nap today. I got him inside and in his jammies and put him promptly to bed an hour before bedtime. My husband called and said he will be home between 9:30-10. At least he will be home for the party tomorrow, which is good because I have no clue how to smoke a brisket. I hope tomorrow goes well and some people show up or I am going to be a little peeved that I did all that shopping and preparing for nothing.

So much for a sappy post about Bear's birthday with a video montage and a tear jerker song. Oh well the day he was born was less than idyllic so why should the anniversary of that day be anything more? I was talking to my Mom today about how crazy Bear's birth was and she told me that it would definitely not be a day she would choose to be her Groundhog Day. I thought that was funny. I think we should celebrate the day we brought him home from the hospital instead. So Feb 15th I'll try to be more upbeat on the anniversary of that joyous occasion.

Happy Birthday, Bear.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Nickname suggestions welcome...

And we're back...My husband was able to fix our new hot water heater with minimal effort on Monday night. Luckily he was able to get the pilot light lit once a day during the weekend so we were able to take quick showers before the hot water ran out. I am so blessed to be married to such a handy guy with lots of tools. Plumbers are seriously expensive not to mention having to schedule them to come out to your house. I am one of those who never knows what to do with myself while someone is at my house repairing something. Do I hover and watch? Ignore them? Make small talk? Offer a coke perhaps? It all just makes me nervous. Plus I worry about the bill the whole time. What if it ends up being more or if they can't fix it? It is just so much easier to have my husband fix it not to mention cheaper.

I wanted to give y'all an update on Bear's sleeping situation since I kind of left it hanging after his great escape attempt a few weeks ago. We ended up putting up a baby gate on his door and getting a video baby monitor so we could see if he tried to escape. So far he has not escaped the crib again and when I try to lay him in his big boy bed for naps he just tries to play and jump on the bed. I really don't think he is ready to move up to a real bed yet. He sleeps great in his crib so I think that one escape was a fluke for now. I'll give him a few months and see if he is ready to move over to the big bed when he is a little older.

The pregnancy is still going good. Knock on wood. I feel huge but my weight gain is still great. Not too much, not too little. I am ready to be back in normal clothes again though. I have been shopping the great sales at Old Navy, Ann Taylor Loft and Francesca's collections lately and I am so eager to wear something without a stretchy waistband. I picked up quite a few empire waisted things which will hide the post baby pooch nicely. I am really enjoying that most of the fashions lately are really post pregnancy friendly. I am also so ready to meet the new baby. I really need to come up with a nickname for him here so I can call him something other than the new baby. My husband is the nicknamer in the family. I told him the other day that I name the babies and he nicknames them. I came up with the names for both of our sons but he is the one who started calling Bear by his nickname.