Saturday, September 11, 2010

Neck-ed as a Jay-Bird

We went to supper tonight at a nearby restaurant and Gabby was exceptionally great. Normally, she is trying to 'escape' her high chair and wants nothing to do with us. But, she is trying, desperately, to be a 'big girl' and use the spoon to feed herself... and, even though she may make a complete mess (most of the time) it's something that she has to learn. Since she is so unbelievably independent, there really is no other way. She is bound and determined to 'do it all by herself', (even though she gets more on her face, shirt & table, then she does in her mouth, she doesn't seem to mind). It's the point that she wants to do it herself, and do it herself she does. She did, really enjoy her peas tonight, a few of daddy's french fries, none of mommy's fish, baked potato or carrots, but she ate about 4 individual packs of saltine crackers and most of her apple's (that she insisted on feeding herself). We got home, mommy gave her a bath and after her bath (that she is starting to actually enjoy), I brought her downstairs, combed her hair, put her lotion on and then... naked as a jay-bird, told her to run and get daddy! Of course, she ran (as usual) and right up to daddy. I swear, he didn't know what to do. He picked her up, like she was covered in poop and kissed her on her lips. All she wanted was a hug. After he saw her eyes, and realized how sad she was. He squeezed her tight, and of course, gave her one more (or another 7) kiss(es). I thought it was funny. She is only 18 months old and he said, 'she better never run around naked like that when she's in high school'. Really? Is that was teenagers do? I think not! Especially not with mom and dad in the house. It is funny to me though, that we, as mothers see a naked baby and think ... 'how adorable' and a daddy see's his baby girls as ... 'oh my God, I am in trouble when she is older'. Boys... that's all I have to say. I just see her little, bare butt, bouncing in excitement on her way to surprise daddy and be so free, knowing that she is not wearing a constricting diaper (wouldn't you be). Who would want to wear one, 24 hours out of every day, day after day... on purpose?

Thursday, September 2, 2010

One smart cracker...

I may be a little bias, but I think we my have one smart little cracker in our lunch box. We are having our annual Labor Day party at the house this weekend, and when Gabby went down for her nap today... I decided I should maybe dust the sun room. Dust I did, but before, I set my four Demdaco angels that I have setting on the entertainment stand, onto the couch so I didn't have to dust around them, and forgot them there. After Gabby got up for her nap, I was vacuuming the hardwood floors in the sun room... with Gabby close at hand, of course. As she pretends to be mommy with her pink lawn mower, I looked over to make sure she wasn't getting into trouble. I see her taking the Demdaco's off the couch and very carefully setting them back on the entertainment stand, in their original position (minus her favorite angel, which I later found in the living room, next to her dolly). Hmmm, I love that little girl. She loves to stare at the angels on the entertainment stand and she only seems to want to touch (play) with the one angel. I let her... cause seriously, whatever builds her imagination... I'm all for it. She even shares her 'tea' with the angel and her dolly. :) So, even though she is developing the {terrible two's} attitude at this early age... I'll let it slide. But the countdown begins. She got the "you have 3 counts to get off those stairs" before you get a spankin' (YES, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO SPANK MY CHILD... TURN ME IN AND/OR TELL ME I AM A BAD PARENT... THEN TELL ME WHY KIDS THESE DAYS HAVE NO RESPECT FOR ADULTS, AUTHORITY, or for that matter, any sort of WORK ETHIC). It took one time for her to learn to get off the stairs ( tomorrow?... that's another day, and one that we aren't guaranteed anyway). So... I have this to say: as I lay her down to sleep, I pray the Lord her soul to keep, if I should die before she wake, I pray the 'angel' takes my place.

Gabby takes advantage of every moment she gets to spend with daddy. She lays with him, I swear, every single time he sits down on the couch. I'm cool with it, cause it's 'their thing'. :)

Sunday, August 29, 2010

She loves to share...

Considering that Gabby only goes to daycare for a couple hours out of each day while mommy works out, she does exceptionally well with others. She isn't real shy and warms up to others quickly. She even loves to share. Not just her toys, her food or her drink, but she loves to share the sniffles. She spends the night at Grandma & Grandpa's and then comes home with a runny nose, literally just a runny nose. She is pretty good at hiding her other symptoms... if she has any. However, the loved she shared hit mommy and daddy pretty hard. For the first time in this household, we were all sick at the same time. And honestly, I am ready for it to be over. I'm sick of the pounding headaches and the constant grip on my chest that makes it almost impossible to take a deep breath. Be gone already!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

George... A.K.A Hudson, Reincarnated

I do believe that Hudson has found a way to come back to us. Our stray kitten that showed up last week, has decided to stick around, despite the very territorial Dakota. He LOVES to cuddle, snuggle and even doesn't mind Gabby 'loving it, and squeezing it and calling it George'. He has been hanging out with Dave in the shop all week, Dave even warms up hot dogs for him (cause I haven't gotten him kitty food yet). We don't know where he came from, but he is the friendlies kitten I have ever seen and it's just incredible that he doesn't even mind when Gabby picks him up by the neck. He just kind of looks at you with a 'seriously?' look on his face AND... the best part, he even loves our daily family tradition = Gator rides... just like Hudson did. This is why I do believe that he is Hudson, reincarnated. Do I sound crazy? Sure, and that's fine. But God works in mysterious ways and if it makes it easier for me to accept the fact our Hudson is gone, then so be it. "I will love him, and squeeze him and call him George." So, we named him George (thanks Nan :) ), for obvious reasons. And now, we have a new member to our family (whether you like it or not, Dakota!) ...and he has a new home.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Marley & Me ain't got nothing on Hudson & I...

It just dawned on me that I haven't even put a post in my blog about my Hudson...

I got Hudson, as a puppy (Chesapeake Bay Retriever) January 1st of 2003 and he was the sweetest thing on the planet, dark chocolate fur and bright blue eyes. The easiest puppy to potty train, I think he had one accident in the house before he said 'hey, this is easy... if I just pee and poop out here, I get the goods in there' ... he did like the corner of my couch cushion though and I still have the cushion to prove it. He protected me at my little 'ol house in Austin when I lived there alone. Every night he would lay with me for 10 minutes (until he got hot) then he would slide out to the foot of my bed and make sure no one harmed me, or if I had a bad dream... he was there to snuggle up with and make it all better. And he always did. He was my gentle giant and when he wanted more love, all he had to do was put his (gigantic) paw on your lap and look at you with that 'I love you' look and you couldn't resist. I remember one day, he ran out into the road that I lived on (a very busy road) and he ran, directly into a pizza delivery car. Needless to say, Hudson was the winner of that battle. Before I even knew what happened, he ran into the house and laid in the corner of the living room. With a knock on the door, I stand confused. The pizza delivery guy came up, with a dent in his car and endless curiosity as to how the 'dog that hit him' was doing. Hudson came out just fine, the pizza delivery car... not so good. And, lets just say... that was the last time that Hudson ever traveled into the street. Not soon after that, I met the love of my life, and he lived on a farm, with lots of land for him to run and a 'best friend' of his own. Shortly after that, we both moved to the farm and Hudson couldn't have been happier. He had a roost to rule and lots of 'stuff' to pee on. And pee on 'stuff' he did, there wasn't a vehicle that came into the yard, that didn't have all or one tire 'cleaned'. Hudson and Jake (Dave's Yellow Lab) were the best of buds. Facts for sure, Hudson's bark was always bigger then his bite, Jake always followed Hudson and Hudson made sure it played out no differently. And funny enough, even dogs know... Jake came from an abused home when my husband took him in, and under Hudson's wing he went, right from the get go. If you were to come to our house and see Hudson, you wouldn't even hesitate to turn your biscuits right around and head the other way, he literally looked like a small brown bear and with Jake's bark... there wasn't a burglar in a 50 miles radius that would have taken the chance (sometimes I wonder how the UPS guy does it...oh, because I found out later... he keeps 'treats' in his pocket at all times.... that's one smart UPS dude.) Anyway, Hudson was a good fit to each one of our family members. He was good to Gabby, he let her ride on his back and tug on his ears and fur and he just sat there with a look on his face that read, 'seriously?'. He was our Hudson, he was our small bear, he was (one of) our best friend(s). Never-the-less, as most of you know... Hudson had to be put down, due to an accident that left him with a dislocated hip. Beings that he was so big, it just wouldn't work for him to 'work' with only 3 legs. So, I had to make the decision to put him to eternal rest, and I had to make my loving husband do the dirty work. I couldn't be there to say goodbye, so Dave, my mom, Dave's dad and the vet... painlessly, put him to rest. I did find out after the fact that my husband, who is so selfless and incredible, prepared Hudson a last meal, complete with grilled hot dogs and left-over pizza. (There just wasn't time to get steak). :) God bless his soul. So, to those who say: "IT'S JUST A DOG!".... go get one, let it be your best friend, let it be there for you through the years, let it into your life, and your family's life... then put it to sleep. Then you can get back to me and let me know how it went.

Hudson was laid to rest in our backyard, underneath 3 Maple Trees and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him. Unfortunate as it is, our female Chesapeake, Dakota, was in heat just as Hudson was injured... so our plan to have him breed her, wasn't a success... so the hope for Hudson's offspring is no more. And, I think that saddens me more then knowing how much Dakota and Jake miss him.

Hudson is on the right, Dakota on the left.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Gabby LOVES to dance...

This little girl just makes me laugh every single day... This video was actually taken a few months ago, daddy thought it would be funny to put her baby UGG's on (which we too big for her yet) and make her walk around in them.

Gabby meets Kitty... Gabby loves kitty... Kitty loves Gabby... till death do us part!

We had a stray kitty come up to the yard the other day and Gabby loves her 'new friend'... she couldn't get enough of her. She has to kiss everything and she knows that she has to kiss everything on the lips... so, with that being said, watch til the end of the video and you'll see... she made sure to kiss the kitty on the lips. :)

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I think it's time to blog...

It's been so long since the last time that I wrote in my blog, that I had to go back and read through some of my last posts so I could remember where I left off. Yikers! This is the craziness that summers bring. My husband and I were just talking about this the other day... and part of me wishes that summer would just get over already so we could all have some time to breathe and maybe relax a little. Of course, as I say that I think about the Minnesota winters and it puts a chill up my spine and it has me thinking, "God, I wish summer would just get here already". But in reality, along with the warmth of the sun, the smell of pretty flowers and the giggles of the children playing in pools and on playground sets... it also brings endless weekends of weddings, BBQ's, family reunions, softball tournaments, golf tournaments, golf tournaments and golf tournaments. And in the wake of all the madness, leaves little time to spend down at the Lake to relax and actually enjoy the sun, smell the flowers, wade with the kids in the pool and hang with them on the monkey bars. With that said, now you know why I haven't posted anything lately... and I am a stay at home mom. Who knew!

Gabby is still the core in my apple, the seeds in my watermelon and the fuzzy stuff that surrounds kiwi, only now (and only on rare occasions) she has become that little black bug at the end of corn on the cob. You know, that little black bug that takes the picnic out of bug? Yah, that one. You don't see them all that often and you usually only find them on the sweetest ones, but never-the-less, they are there. Have no fear, the corn is never ruined either, all you really have to do is flick the bug, and cut out the partially eaten kernel... and it's just like new. And Gabby is the same way, once in a while, she decides... 'Hey mommy, I'm not gonna take a nap today and then I am going to be super duper crabby and then I am going to 'roar like a lion' when you want me to go to sleep at night because I am super duper over tired.' Then, just like that, she sleeps (I flick the bug) and she wakes in the morning, like a brand new ear of sweetcorn and you would never have known that she went to bed with a bug on her ear the night before!

I do have many more things to say (can you believe it?) and pictures to upload... but... not tonight! I'm off like a prom dress, doped up on Exedrin and hoping to get some sleep tonight.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

What have we done to our society?

It's after 11pm on Wednesday evening. After finishing up some work, checking to make sure monkey is tucked... snuggly into bed, I read some online news. Now my heart is racing and my stomach is turning. I have read two articles tonight... 1). A man from Hastings, MN is accused of raping a 9 month old infant. Yes, I wrote that right, it's not a typo. For proof, here is the link to the article in the Star Tribune. 2). In Utah, a man and MOTHER of a 4-year old boy are accused of beating the 4-year old to death and then using a hammer to disfigure his face and teeth before they buried him in the woods. Once again, here is the link to the article. I don't understand why our ancestors stopped the public hangings in the town square. These three people (along with alarming amounts of others in this country) should be strapped to a cactus in the middle of the dessert, balls (men only) tacked to the cactus with two rusty nails and the families of the victims should be allowed to do whatever they want to them. Then when they are done, let the Vultures finish them off, slowly. It's a waste that we spend so much money on 'corralling' these animals in prison so they can live a better life. My opinion, we don't do enough to punish these people and that is why it keeps happening. I can't even explain what I would do if someone hurt my Gabby like this. And it breaks my heart and makes me wonder, why? Why would God allow this to happen, how could he put a child, so helpless and innocent, in harms way? Then I think, we have done this to ourselves. We have locked him out of our schools, our government and our lives... why should we ask him to protect us? America has become so greedy, selfish, inconsiderate and in all honesty... just bad. And who pays for it, our children... and they too will grow up someday! I also think too, why would he allow someone like this mother to bear children when there are so many families out there that can't conceive and would actually be 'good parents'? Does he really mean, 'what doesn't kill us, will make us stronger'? If this were my child... I WOULD RATHER BE DEAD!

Sorry for the ramblings, I couldn't go to sleep cause my heart hurt so bad from reading these stories. I pray for the family of the 9-month old and the father of the little boy in Utah. May you have the courage to be stronger then steel and may your pain be eased by 'justice'.

Geez, from reading this, I might want to go to church. :(

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

"My Cup Run-eth Over"

For one, I didn't realize that I have become such a bad, bad blogger. But, I guess that's what happens when you become a mom, you just don't have time for all the things you did before. Gabby is incredible... from the time she wakes up, until the time (just before) she has to say 'nye nye' to daddy... she has a smile on her face. She makes me laugh, cry (a good cry) and dream sweet dreams. She makes everything fun! She's learning to use crayons, sometimes she likes to eat them. She likes to put her chicken strips on her head during supper and see how long she can balance them on there. She loves to splash the bubbles and the water in the bathtub and make a complete mess of mommy's bathroom. She loves, loves, loves 'Finding Nemo' and our John Deere Gator rides to look at the trees, birds, and watch the puppies run. She loves to ride in her little pink wagon to go see Grandpa Pete and daddy. She loves to take her socks and shoes off... ALL THE TIME! She still loves her books, we have to go the her bookshelf every morning to get a new book to look at while changing her diaper. She likes to brush her teeth, or chew on the toothbrush. She's is making it difficult to brush her teeth, so any good advice would be helpful. She loves her morning snuggles with daddy, her yogurt for breakfast and her banana cookies for dessert. She hates to have her face washed, her socks on and her temp taken (wonder why?) :)

All in all, she is the core of my apple, the seeds in my watermelon and the fuzzy stuff that surrounds Kiwi!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

All the small things...

I have to say, there are very few things in life that can melt your heart more then the open mouth kiss of a 1 year old. Even though they know no better then to pucker up and smooch like the rest of the seemingly adult world, it doesn't matter. I remember, before I had Gabby, mommy's talking about just that and never really understood the true meaning of what love was. I have now seen the light. As I sit on our couch this afternoon, watching the 'baby channel' on TV, Gabby on lap and sharing a bowl of popcorn (all hulls meticulously removed), she turned to me with the sweetest eyes, leaned in and open mouth kissed me. I think my heart melted... no I didn't butter the popcorn with it... but surely, I could have. These are the moments that make me forget all the long nights, filthy floors and poop on the carpet. Yes, I said poop on the carpet. Today, she up and over-ed the diaper, on the carpé-de-em, all over her hands, in her hair, and even... (barf) on her face. Awesome! Nothing like hanging your toddler from the armpits, up a flight of stairs, down the hallway and into the bathtub and having her look at you like... 'what the hell, mom'. :) Open mouth kisses...that's all I have to say!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Stick in the spokes....

Just when you think you got it all figured out, the whole world turns up-side-down. Like I said in the previous post, Gabby has typically been a good sleeper... up until just recently.

Yesterday, just her and I, took a trip to IKEA in the cities, she took a little nap on the way up. We shopped, we shared chicken strips and fries, we shopped some more (LOVE THAT PLACE). On the way home, I figured she would sleep. Ah, no... she was thoroughly intrigue by either "Finding Nemo" or the on-coming traffic and the scenery. Either way, she had no nap on the way home and of course, when we got home all she wanted to do is play. So play we did, then she ate supper. Instead of trying to put her down for a nap at 6pm, I figured I'd play with her until about 7 and then we would work our way into our night time routine. And down she went about 7:30. I was a little worried that she was going to be up either in a couple hours or up at the crack of a monkey's butt in the morning. She slept until 8:30am. (Love that little girl) Keeping that in mind, Saturday is here ... we eat breakfast and play, ready and she goes down for her usual hour and some odd minute nap in in the morning. After daddy got home and they snuggled, I tried to get her down for her afternoon nap... which she usually takes around 3ish for a couple hours. No such luck... she fought me until the end of time. I gave up... (yes, I am a quitter). She ate, daddy left and about 6:30pm she finally went down for the night. Or so I thought. 9:40pm, she was up... drowsy and fought me to go back down. Finally, she went down again (just long enough to get 4 nails polished) and then at 10:40, up again.... and up for good. I tried to let her cry it out. I told her in 5 minutes I would come back in and check on her... I barely got her laid down in her crib and the screaming came. 5 minutes later, like I had promise... I came back in ... gave her some water... and wide awake she is. So we went in the living room, watched a movie. After she figured out how to use my cell phone (kids now-a-days) we went back to her room, she cried, we snuggled, she's fighting to stay awake. I lay her in her crib, she screams, I let her scream for 10 minutes ( :( that was my 'timeline')... then I come back in... she's got the turtle turned up-side-down, the monkey thrown half way across the room and almost one leg up on the crib on her way to 'jumping'. I pick her up, we cuddle, she fights it, she fights it some more... then finally (probably because it's 1:15 in the fricken morning) ... she drifts off to sleep. It's 1:45am, is she down for the night? :(

Does this get any easier? What am I doing wrong? I think I am spoiling her by cuddling with her, but just like that, all of the sudden, she has switched her pattern. :(

Just when you think you have figured out how to ride a bike, someone comes along and throws a stick in your spokes. :( Now, I have to start all over, I may even have to put those damn training wheels back on.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

1 year and (miserably) counting the minutes until bedtime....

I haven't quite decided if I have just become lazy in the fact that I don't make time to write in my blog, or if it's really the fact that I flat out just don't have time. (I choose to believe the latter of the two.) I have even found less and less time to concentrate on my freelance work (hence the not-going-live-with-my-new-site since I have had it completed) :( Some day I will have time for it all. I feel a bit lazy though. I am a stay at home mom and I swear between chasing Gabby around the house, up the stairs and trying to keep the smallest pieces of nothing-ness from entering her mouth, I seem to only have time to get my lazy butt to the Y for class. And even that seems to be a chore lately. My dearest, best-est sleeper since she was born has now turned into a nightmare at bedtime. She has normally been a stay-up-til-almost-ten baby, until I have read that the early they go to bed, the longer they sleep. Well, for Gabby that really seems to make no difference. She could go to bed at 8pm or 10pm and she still gets her almost 11 hours of sleep at night. But, I have found that if I get her to bed early, I get 'some' time to unwind (and maybe clean up the kitchen). So each night we work on going to bed around 8-8:30 and things seemed to be going fine...until I left for Florida on St. Patty's Day. (oh, wait... I mean until I returned home). Up until I left for Florida, she had been going to bed on her own, drowsy. I place her in her crib and out she would go with turtle glowing the stars and the moon on her walls and ceiling and melody playing softly. Apparently, the day before I returned from Florida, she had a bad night. Daddy said she cried like no other when he went to put her down... he thought it was her teeth, or her ears, or something (she has been fighting a chest cold for 2 weeks). So, when I got home Monday night, I snuggled like crazy with her and of course was the one to put her down. We walked into her bedroom, turned on the turtle and the melody and scream bloody murder she did. I hadn't heard her cry like that for a long time, probably since she got her first (heartbreaking) set of shots. So I take her, in arms out to the living room and she sits with daddy to relax and calm down. We try 20 minutes later, and then... probably because she was so tired... she was out within no time, but... I had to rock her to sleep and then put her in her crib. Come to find out (not until Tuesday night) that she would cry like that every time daddy put her in her crib to go to sleep while I was gone. :(

I have been doing a little reading, and ... come to find out... it's pretty normal for little ones her age to do this whole separation-anxiety, having-nightmares, becoming-scared-of-the-dark thing. Really? Really. Really? Now, what the hell do I do to 'fix' it? It took me almost 2 hours to get her down tonight, and finally... after two 'letting-her-cry-it-out's' and me walking out of the room for the 3rd time, she cried for only about 2 minutes and put herself to sleep. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she was completely exhausted from the first 2 times or the fact that she had been sleepily snuggled in the dark in mommy's arms for the past 2 hours.

So... any of you 'mommy's' have any advice on what I should do to ease her (and my) pain come night time... I'm all ears. Wait, hold on... my left ear is deaf from listening to my sweet angel scream into it, so if you could... speak into my right ear. :(

I do still say, even after a frustrating evening... she is the joy to my world and I would have it no other way. However, it breaks my heart to hear her scream like that and almost gag from crying so hard. :(

Monday, January 25, 2010

Have you ever had your heart ripped from your chest?

Man o man, if it's not one thing it's the other. My darling husband has been quite the trooper lately, helping out tons with Gabby and I think he has actually even found his nitch in the kitchen. Even though, he might not like to admit it, he is quite the cook and since I (even though I love to cook) can't cook anything right for the picky-est person on the planet... he has assumed the duties. And that is just A-O-K by me. On top of that, he has been sick with a cold for the past week, but still feeling like crap, he has managed to take care of all of us.

Friday night we discovered that our brand new wood floor in our kitchen and our dining room has been ruined. Today we found out that our dishwasher has been leaking and soaking the pad underneath the wood floor and since we don't have a basement (nor a shut off valve on the dishwasher connection), it has nowhere to go but up into the porous wood above. Sweet! Why (one would ask) couldn't this have happened BEFORE the old wood floor and carpet in the dining room were replaced. Not only would the wood floor have been quite a bit less expensive, but also... even a lesser pain in the arse! :(

Yesterday, the Queens lose, my husband is heart broken (along with 98% of Minnesota) and he could come close to settling into a deep depression. And, of course, to add injury to insult... our little butter bean has gotten quite the cold/cough. She's had a cough for a couple days, but Sunday it sounded almost like a bark. After the game, we gave her a bath in hopes that it would make her feel better and sleep more soundly through the night. After her bath, I lubed her up on her back, chest and feet with Vicks and tucked her snug as a bug into bed. And even though she still managed to sleep (semi) soundly, she woke up with the vicious bark in tow, followed with intermittent weezes between the coughs. I sat in the steam shower with her for a while to try and loosen it up, with no luck. After trying to get her down for a nap, with no luck... I caved and called the PAN. She advised me to bring her in... and this my friends, is where my heart gets ripped from my chest. They were unsure if she had Croup or a Bronchial infection, so they wanted to do a respiratory test. I had to hold her hands and legs down with one arm, hold a mask with hoses and medicine in the other and listen to her scream bloody murder...FOR SEVEN (long) MINUTES. She is almost 11 months old, and I have never heard her cry like that before... it about broke my heart... oh wait, it did! In the midst of doing all this, since I was all alone... (the nurse even left me)... Gabby knocked the medicine out of the respirator and then yanked the hose out. So I fumble trying to get it put back together (cause I do this shit all the time) and not drop Gabby, who is flailing about trying to get the hell away from me. I finally get it all put back together and back on and then she grabs the rubber band that (is supposed to) hold the mask on and rips it clear to the other side of the room. You know that old saying 'what goes up, must come down'? Well, this didn't go up, it went over and it didn't come down it went right back to where is started... right smack dab on her friecken cheek. You know, just incase she wasn't crying hard enough! Who invents this crap for kids?! Well, by this time, I have tears streaming down my face, Gabby is screaming & sweating like she just beat up Bret Favre for throwing that ridiculous last pass and the nurse walks in. Sweet! I am a bit of a cryer, but consider myself pretty strong when it comes to stuff like that. As far as shots, etc. for Gabby... no tears for me. However, it was way beyond me today... Long story short, Gabby has a Bronchial infection and we have to give her nebulizer treatments until the cough goes away.... hopefully!

Onto this afternoon and into the evening! Gabby had not had a nap, we had her appointment at 1:00 and at 2:30 (still in the doctor's office), she is sound asleep in my lap (pretty much crying herself to sleep). After getting her meds, we get home and I try to get her down for another nap. We rock, she sleeps, I put her in her crib, she coughs, she wakes up, and we repeat. I finally got to the point where I just held onto her, she snuggled so deep into my arms, it was hard to not enjoy it and take it all in (even though I know she didn't feel well). She sleeps for only a little bit, she gets up, we eat, she cries, we do her nebulizer treatment, she cries, we try to sleep, she cries, we try to sleep, she cries. Then whilst she was sitting up, I was rubbing her back, I had an itch on my chest, I scratched it, she comes flying back, with her head right on my wedding ring. She cries, she's sweating, we rock, she cries. We go upstairs to try to lay down, I am trying to rearrange the pillows, I hit her head on the edge of the beam, she cries, I cry, she goes to daddy, she cries, daddy feeds her a bottle, she cries, then she sleeps! :( What a bad day... :(

Even though Gabby ...and mommy... have had the worst day ever, I still managed to get this picture snapped off, post-nebulizer treatment, pre-ring-beam-conk. (Way to go mom!)

She is quite the little trooper! I love you, honey!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

She's a walking machine...

Well, besides the fact that our little butter bean crawled (effectively and efficiently) for the 1st time on Christmas Eve night... she is now standing on her own, climbing on almost anything she can get her paws on and she took her first (assisted) step tonight whilst daddy was holding her hands. Even though she seemed scared to death with knees trembling and all, she was so proud when she took that step. She had a smile from ear to ear (oh wait, she always does)... And how she does it is beyond me. She has a fever, a cold, a cough and has 4 molars coming through... all at the same time. She is one tough little munchkin, if you ask me. She has spent most of the day sleeping, trying to get through this little 'mess' she is in, but still always manages to give lots of hugs, kisses, 'I love you' waves and plenty of smiles. Not to mention the fact that she always is full of chatter and endless conversation (I swear, one of these days, I will know what the uuuhhhh's, ya ya's, na na's (we already know what that means), ahhhh's and screeches day), but either way, she will keep me smiling for decades with her 'words'. I do know what mamma and dadda mean though :) Now, if we could just get her to say 'daddy, I want a baby sister/brother', we'll be set to go. :) j/k

Thursday, January 14, 2010

A new year...

Ufta, I may have forgotten how to blog.... oh no, here it is, I remember.

I'm not sure where I left off, or if anyone really reads my blog, so I guess it really doesn't matter. I use this mainly to vent and document my family's life. I guess you could say this is mainly just a written (cyber-space) testament of how I feel about my family.

Since I last blogged, Gabby has recovered from her first ear infection(s), learned to crawl, stand on her own and wave hello/good-bye (backwards). But, just the same... she is still the apple of my eye, the core to my soul and the effortless meaning that put me on this planet. God has his plan, and really... it's a good one.

Even though her first Christmas was full of hugs, kisses, mounds of bows and surprisingly 'silent' (only for you, Jim) toys that seemed to go (un-awaringly) unappreciated only to be overwhelmed by the wrapping paper and cheap-ass boxes (who needs toys)...we all seemed to have a splendid time and enjoyed every moment of all of our family. Watching the kids open their presents (one-at-a-time) was probably the most enjoyable, for me anyway. I do, on-the-other-hand, enjoy the 'kids will say anything' theme and knowing that Alexa can't make her way to Grandpa to pass out presents because she 'doesn't have a door' (through all her presents) to make her way is quite the classic and one we will never forget. Never a dull moment. :) Those are the moments that capture the heart of the season, and truly, what would family be without them?

On a side note, Gabby is becoming more and more fun each day, she wakes up happy each day, she LOVES her books and am pretty sure she couldn't (nor wouldn't) do without mommy & daddy's kisses and snuggles. She could sit next to daddy on the couch, with pacifier and taggies in hand and sit for hours... if she could... sometimes drifting off to sleep, but only for a moment... sure to not miss anything. If it wasn't for daddy picking her up and putting her to nap in her crib, we would have a true couch potato on our hands. I am thankful that our little munchkin still sleeps thru the night, now with minimal interruptions to insert pacifier, she goes to her crib at night (and for naps) drowsy, yet awake and puts herself to sleep (with a little help from GlowBug). She truly is such a joy and after visiting friends of ours newest addition... I so want another. :) "Six months?", I told my husband the other day... only time will give you the answer that he gave me. :)

With that being said...

Welcome to this world Mackenna Jo 9lbs. 3oz. born on December 22 to mother Tonya, father Tony and my favorite little golfer, Easton. What a precious little angel she is... (can I come snuggle soon?)

Also, I would like to welcome two little miracles that took a long time coming, but are surely long, long over-due... (and why not make an early appearance since you waited so long to bless this family?) Brynlee, 4lbs 3 oz. & Brekken who weighed in at 3lbs 11oz. born on December 26th. Even though they were both born a month and a half early, both babies are doing well and hopefully able to come home soon. (I have met these two angels, and can see each personality showing through already... it truly is a miracle.) Congratulations to you both, Scott and Kerri. May they both come home with the wealth of love that only parents can know, happiness that can only make the heart grow stronger and the kindness that burrows deep within the soul. Even though the next few months may be hard to adjust too, know this... God created these angels for you, it is your destiny to lead them down the right path. Love will get you through!