I (Loyce) did something completely hair-brained. Like kick yourself stupid. Even admitting it makes me feel even more moronic.
I am responsible. Always have been. Ask my mom. I have had things stolen, but never misplaced or lost something, especially of great value. Well, that is just what I did. You see, after I went for a morning run with the tot in tow, I placed my old iPhone 4 on the hood of my car. I kept the phone for this purpose, as an iPod. It worked great for that. However, this particular day instead of putting it right back in my car, I placed it on the hood of my car. I even thought to myself, "What if you don't see it?" I dismissed that thought and apparently left it there, because I would never be so distracted to not notice an expensive piece of technology laying on the hood of my car.
The tot and I went inside and got ready for the day. We had a lunch date with a sweet friend and I went about my day not even thinking of the phone/iPod again. It wasn't until I was leaving for a quick weekend get away the following day did it even dawn on me. I was horrified. Shocked. Ticked at myself for being so irresponsible. How could I do such a thing? Worse, where was it now? It had tons of pictures and videos of our tot on it. (Yes, I had backed it up, but still). Those pictures were precious to us. Not to mention all of the accounts/application I had on the old phone and were still logged into. I was beside myself. Who had all of this information now?
Whoa, whoa you are thinking. It is just stuff. It happens. Move on. Well, maybe you can do that, but it was literally the first thing I've lost. I have had other people lose my belongings and have had things stolen or destroyed, but not where it was actually my fault entirely.
Anyways, fast forward a week later. I get a mysterious package in the mail with my old address in the "return" and "to" lines. I promptly opened the package and inside was a handwritten note:
Loyce,
This thumb drive has all the pics and vids from your lost iphone. The phone was run over and pretty trashed but I was able to get these from your motherboard. (I figured the pics are worth more than the phone.)
No return information. No pass it forward. Nothing. Just an extremely good and time consuming deed.
So, being my trusting self, go to plug the jump drive (16GB) in the computer. My not so trusting partner promptly says that we are not plugging that into the computer or anything that is connected to our network. Then starts the questions: Why did someone go to all the trouble of picking up the demolished phone, retrieving the information, etc. and returning it to the owner without returning the entire phone? Also, how in the world did they find my old address from the phone? Now I'm completely spooked. I start changing all my passwords and log-ins for everything I can think of that was on the old phone. I hadn't done any of that yet because I was still hoping I wasn't foolish enough to leave my old phone on the hood of my car. Alas, I was.
All that being said, I did lose the phone. It was "trashed" and someone was kind enough to send me the pictures and videos of my pumpkin back to me. However, I am thankful for a skeptical husband and the fact that we have moved and the finder of my phone is not aware of our new address. That is public record, but let's hope they don't search for it.
...I'm going to go check all the windows and doors now.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
I look young, apparently
Loyce and I have always been told by many people that we look young.
"You're too young to have a child!"
"Are you sure you're old enough to use the activity center?" (asked of us during college)
"Yeah, I'm going to need to see some ID." (entering any sort of 18+ or 21+ facility)
But never before have I seen someone slam an entire table full of people at once with a comment about my appearance.
I go to lunch with a handful of co-workers every Friday. The group is mostly the same each week and made up of primarily late-20-somethings and 30-somethings. Today the waitress came to us after the meal was over, looked at me, and said, "I have to ask you a question....how old are you?" I laughed, having received questions similar to that frequently, and informed her that I was 28 and had a child.
"Oh...you don't look it," she said, providing us an insight into her inner monologue. But it was what she followed up with that I didn't see coming. "Like...you don't look like the other guys at the table."
I wasn't sure how to react, so I just laughed. That was when everyone else caught on to what had just happened.
"You're too young to have a child!"
"Are you sure you're old enough to use the activity center?" (asked of us during college)
"Yeah, I'm going to need to see some ID." (entering any sort of 18+ or 21+ facility)
But never before have I seen someone slam an entire table full of people at once with a comment about my appearance.
I go to lunch with a handful of co-workers every Friday. The group is mostly the same each week and made up of primarily late-20-somethings and 30-somethings. Today the waitress came to us after the meal was over, looked at me, and said, "I have to ask you a question....how old are you?" I laughed, having received questions similar to that frequently, and informed her that I was 28 and had a child.
"Oh...you don't look it," she said, providing us an insight into her inner monologue. But it was what she followed up with that I didn't see coming. "Like...you don't look like the other guys at the table."
I wasn't sure how to react, so I just laughed. That was when everyone else caught on to what had just happened.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
What's going on?
Well let's see...Loyce's last post was in February. Our lives have changed a bit since then.
We sold a house!
We bought a house!
We had a bunch of stuff fall apart on the new house!
Okay, that last one is a bit of an exaggeration. But regardless, it's been an exciting few months.
In February and March, we decided that we would like to look at our options for newer, larger houses since we both have rather...expensive tastes. We had a realtor come by the house and tell us what she thought we could get for it; we were basically told "you'd definitely lose money selling this house." We chatted with some friends that had recently moved and got a few recommendations on realtors, movers, that sort of thing, and had the new realtors come look at the house. They thought we could probably sell the home for ~$13k higher than the previous realtor had thought! So, we thought we'd give it a shot.
A "stager" came in to tell us what needed to change in order to make our home the most appealing it could be. She gave us a long list of stuff to move, remove, and change. We complied, doing as much as we thought was reasonable (including renting a storage facility for our furniture that we apparently had way too much of) and got the house all ready to sell. We put the house up for sale on a Tuesday and Loyce was basically unable to stay home for the remainder of the week because of all the showings. That was a stressful week. However, Saturday came, we had multiple showings on top of each other all day long, and we wound up with 3 offers! We accepted one and moved on to put an offer on our new dream house.
This house had been on the market for 6+ months. We figured we'd give a reasonable offer, haggle over it, and be able to buy the house no problem. The realtor selling the house then came back and informed us that she had received a second offer. How fortuitous for the seller! Being suspicious of the timing, we talked with our realtor to see if the seller was possibly bluffing to get us to raise our bid. Our realtor informed us that if she was, that was a very dangerous game since many buyers will simply refuse to enter any sort of bidding war and just back out. Loyce and I had our hearts set on the house, though, so we came back with an offer much closer to the asking price. It was accepted an hour later. Wow, they sure did resolve that "other offer" situation quickly!
Then came time for inspections, repairs, and packing. That all went as painfully as you'd expect. The inspection on our house was not too surprising given that it was a 30ish-year-old home, but the buyer was reasonable and only wanted a handful of items repaired. We complied fully and spent more than I wanted to to fix stuff up. But hey, they were buying for the price we asked, so that was great. Inspection on the house we were buying went very well (as expected; it was a 2-year-old home).
So we packed, we repaired, we inspected, and then it came time to sign. Closing was smooth and painless. Almost too painless. Even our realtor was a bit suspicious at how everything just sort of fell into place (financing, appraisals, inspections, et al). But alas, we signed all the papers and were only homeless for about a half-hour while we ate lunch in Frisco.
This is getting long. Sorry about that.
Moving went very smoothly. The movers did an amazing job and were very fast. My pool table is now in a room that fits it very well, so that's cool. Loyce worked tirelessly to get us unpacked until neither of us could stand sweating or moving boxes around any more.
Day one, our first smoke detector battery went out. This would have been no big deal except that the one that went out was up in the middle of a very tall wall. I got to do my best Spider-Man impression and sit on a ledge while changing the battery. (So it turns out that in new houses, the smoke detectors are networked somehow such that putting too much pressure on one and putting it in 'test' mode puts all of them in 'test' mode. This may be surprising to hear, but they're loud. Yeah, I know. Shocker.)
Then we had our alarm company come out to setup the new house's alarm (we were under a contract and had to keep using them). I was assured by several people that the new alarm did not need any additional parts to be hooked up under our existing service. The installer disagreed and we ended up paying $100 which I hated, but we totally got snazzy new key fobs for arming and disarming the alarm, so that was cool. I called to make sure our online "alarm.com" account had been updated for the new house and was told "oh wait, you had an alarm.com account? Yeah, that won't work with what we just installed in your house." Great. So someone came back out to fix that. Except that he gets there and says, "oh, the company told me you had one keypad..." and just looks at me. "Well...we have two, so..." was my reply to his blank stare. Problem number one. "Oh, you had key fobs for the old system? Yeah, those won't work any more." was problem number two. We JUST got the key fobs a few days prior. Lovely. So that's ongoing.
The upstairs A/C also stopped working at some point in the first week. Aisley sleeps up there, but at least summer hasn't showed up in full swing just yet. It took ~4 days for the A/C company to schedule everything and come out multiple times to fix it; fortunately we weren't charged thanks to the warranty.
Of course multiple light bulbs started dying once we moved in because that's just how things go.
We're being hounded by an exterminator guy because evidently it's very "Stepford" in our new neighborhood and that's who everyone uses. We have to figure out whether to switch to him or stick with our existing, already-paid-for service. We need somebody to give these hornets in our backyard the what-for!
A sprinkler head in the front yard decided it didn't want to live in the ground any more and I found it this morning detached, sitting in the yard. Home warranties apparently don't cover sprinkler systems, just FYI.
And then the internet service. Holy cow, the internet service. AT&T is absolutely my least favorite giant company. They somehow have our neighborhood on lockdown and no other provider can come in and offer service. I thought that was against FCC rules, but apparently the HOA found some loophole involving not allowing certain people on their land. I could write a whole entry on the AT&T situation, but suffice to say that I went from a 30-/5-mbit, un-metered connection to an 18-/3-mbit, 250gb-a-month connection. I was promised a free install, I didn't get that (even after multiple very long phone calls to fix the situation). I was promised a faster connection than I got. And their modem/router is garbage and not very friendly to bypass. Yes this is a very first-world problem, but it's 2012 and we shouldn't be getting slower, capped internet connections. Last I checked, Loyce's phone can download faster over the air, through space than our new home connection can through a cable that carries light.
The kicker? It's an AT&T-serviced phone. Awesome.
Anyway, with all that negativity out of the way: our new house is awesome! It's beautiful, it's huge, and we absolutely love it. Call us sometime and let us have you over for dinner or something. Maybe we can all watch a movie in the media room.
Or play Smash Brothers. You know, if you're into that sort of thing.
We sold a house!
We bought a house!
We had a bunch of stuff fall apart on the new house!
Okay, that last one is a bit of an exaggeration. But regardless, it's been an exciting few months.
In February and March, we decided that we would like to look at our options for newer, larger houses since we both have rather...expensive tastes. We had a realtor come by the house and tell us what she thought we could get for it; we were basically told "you'd definitely lose money selling this house." We chatted with some friends that had recently moved and got a few recommendations on realtors, movers, that sort of thing, and had the new realtors come look at the house. They thought we could probably sell the home for ~$13k higher than the previous realtor had thought! So, we thought we'd give it a shot.
A "stager" came in to tell us what needed to change in order to make our home the most appealing it could be. She gave us a long list of stuff to move, remove, and change. We complied, doing as much as we thought was reasonable (including renting a storage facility for our furniture that we apparently had way too much of) and got the house all ready to sell. We put the house up for sale on a Tuesday and Loyce was basically unable to stay home for the remainder of the week because of all the showings. That was a stressful week. However, Saturday came, we had multiple showings on top of each other all day long, and we wound up with 3 offers! We accepted one and moved on to put an offer on our new dream house.
This house had been on the market for 6+ months. We figured we'd give a reasonable offer, haggle over it, and be able to buy the house no problem. The realtor selling the house then came back and informed us that she had received a second offer. How fortuitous for the seller! Being suspicious of the timing, we talked with our realtor to see if the seller was possibly bluffing to get us to raise our bid. Our realtor informed us that if she was, that was a very dangerous game since many buyers will simply refuse to enter any sort of bidding war and just back out. Loyce and I had our hearts set on the house, though, so we came back with an offer much closer to the asking price. It was accepted an hour later. Wow, they sure did resolve that "other offer" situation quickly!
Then came time for inspections, repairs, and packing. That all went as painfully as you'd expect. The inspection on our house was not too surprising given that it was a 30ish-year-old home, but the buyer was reasonable and only wanted a handful of items repaired. We complied fully and spent more than I wanted to to fix stuff up. But hey, they were buying for the price we asked, so that was great. Inspection on the house we were buying went very well (as expected; it was a 2-year-old home).
So we packed, we repaired, we inspected, and then it came time to sign. Closing was smooth and painless. Almost too painless. Even our realtor was a bit suspicious at how everything just sort of fell into place (financing, appraisals, inspections, et al). But alas, we signed all the papers and were only homeless for about a half-hour while we ate lunch in Frisco.
This is getting long. Sorry about that.
Moving went very smoothly. The movers did an amazing job and were very fast. My pool table is now in a room that fits it very well, so that's cool. Loyce worked tirelessly to get us unpacked until neither of us could stand sweating or moving boxes around any more.
Day one, our first smoke detector battery went out. This would have been no big deal except that the one that went out was up in the middle of a very tall wall. I got to do my best Spider-Man impression and sit on a ledge while changing the battery. (So it turns out that in new houses, the smoke detectors are networked somehow such that putting too much pressure on one and putting it in 'test' mode puts all of them in 'test' mode. This may be surprising to hear, but they're loud. Yeah, I know. Shocker.)
Then we had our alarm company come out to setup the new house's alarm (we were under a contract and had to keep using them). I was assured by several people that the new alarm did not need any additional parts to be hooked up under our existing service. The installer disagreed and we ended up paying $100 which I hated, but we totally got snazzy new key fobs for arming and disarming the alarm, so that was cool. I called to make sure our online "alarm.com" account had been updated for the new house and was told "oh wait, you had an alarm.com account? Yeah, that won't work with what we just installed in your house." Great. So someone came back out to fix that. Except that he gets there and says, "oh, the company told me you had one keypad..." and just looks at me. "Well...we have two, so..." was my reply to his blank stare. Problem number one. "Oh, you had key fobs for the old system? Yeah, those won't work any more." was problem number two. We JUST got the key fobs a few days prior. Lovely. So that's ongoing.
The upstairs A/C also stopped working at some point in the first week. Aisley sleeps up there, but at least summer hasn't showed up in full swing just yet. It took ~4 days for the A/C company to schedule everything and come out multiple times to fix it; fortunately we weren't charged thanks to the warranty.
Of course multiple light bulbs started dying once we moved in because that's just how things go.
We're being hounded by an exterminator guy because evidently it's very "Stepford" in our new neighborhood and that's who everyone uses. We have to figure out whether to switch to him or stick with our existing, already-paid-for service. We need somebody to give these hornets in our backyard the what-for!
A sprinkler head in the front yard decided it didn't want to live in the ground any more and I found it this morning detached, sitting in the yard. Home warranties apparently don't cover sprinkler systems, just FYI.
And then the internet service. Holy cow, the internet service. AT&T is absolutely my least favorite giant company. They somehow have our neighborhood on lockdown and no other provider can come in and offer service. I thought that was against FCC rules, but apparently the HOA found some loophole involving not allowing certain people on their land. I could write a whole entry on the AT&T situation, but suffice to say that I went from a 30-/5-mbit, un-metered connection to an 18-/3-mbit, 250gb-a-month connection. I was promised a free install, I didn't get that (even after multiple very long phone calls to fix the situation). I was promised a faster connection than I got. And their modem/router is garbage and not very friendly to bypass. Yes this is a very first-world problem, but it's 2012 and we shouldn't be getting slower, capped internet connections. Last I checked, Loyce's phone can download faster over the air, through space than our new home connection can through a cable that carries light.
The kicker? It's an AT&T-serviced phone. Awesome.
Anyway, with all that negativity out of the way: our new house is awesome! It's beautiful, it's huge, and we absolutely love it. Call us sometime and let us have you over for dinner or something. Maybe we can all watch a movie in the media room.
Or play Smash Brothers. You know, if you're into that sort of thing.
Hello, world!
I hijacked Loyce's blog and added myself because I figured somebody might want to hear something I had to say.
No wait, that's probably not true.
Well, I'm going to type things in here anyway and if you don't want to hear from me, you can clickety-click elsewhere. It's not like Loyce has time to update this any more anyway, so somebody has to keep up our good name.
Today that somebody is me.
No wait, that's probably not true.
Well, I'm going to type things in here anyway and if you don't want to hear from me, you can clickety-click elsewhere. It's not like Loyce has time to update this any more anyway, so somebody has to keep up our good name.
Today that somebody is me.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
A Case of the Gimmies
Yes. I have fallen victim to it. I am sure everyone has at one time or the other.
It amazes me that the more stuff you have surrounding you the more you want. I completely understand what Jesus was referencing in Matthew 19: 16-30 now. Click here to read
I have more than I could ever need. More than I could ever want and still I want more. Its heart breaking. It is disturbing.
I walk into my closet, full of clothes, and think, "I have nothing to wear." Sometimes I have just have to shake my head at myself and think, "Really?" It is insulting to 5 year old me. A child who grew up disenfranchised. The life I live now far surpasses all that I could have dreamed of then. The Lord has been good to us. He has provided my husband with a well paying job that allows us to live comfortably. Shame on me for thinking at times that its not good enough.
I was called to worship God. Does it matter what I look like when I do that. Of course not. He has chosen for me to be a wife and a mom. Does it matter what outfit I have on when fulfilling those roles? No.
So, I had decided to focus on that I have.
My blessings are too numerous to put into one blog post. Believe me. I'm counting them.
I'll leave you with this. I've heard it many times, but the other day as I was reading through the Bible this verse stuck with me.
"The LORD is my shepherd; I have all that I need."
It amazes me that the more stuff you have surrounding you the more you want. I completely understand what Jesus was referencing in Matthew 19: 16-30 now. Click here to read
I have more than I could ever need. More than I could ever want and still I want more. Its heart breaking. It is disturbing.
I walk into my closet, full of clothes, and think, "I have nothing to wear." Sometimes I have just have to shake my head at myself and think, "Really?" It is insulting to 5 year old me. A child who grew up disenfranchised. The life I live now far surpasses all that I could have dreamed of then. The Lord has been good to us. He has provided my husband with a well paying job that allows us to live comfortably. Shame on me for thinking at times that its not good enough.
I was called to worship God. Does it matter what I look like when I do that. Of course not. He has chosen for me to be a wife and a mom. Does it matter what outfit I have on when fulfilling those roles? No.
So, I had decided to focus on that I have.
My blessings are too numerous to put into one blog post. Believe me. I'm counting them.
I'll leave you with this. I've heard it many times, but the other day as I was reading through the Bible this verse stuck with me.
"The LORD is my shepherd; I have all that I need."
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Status Update: Advanced
Welp. Baby girl is nine months old now. Where is this year going? It felt so surreal putting up Christmas decorations. I can't believe its December tomorrow.
Anyways, miss A had her nine month appointment and she is growing & developing wonderfully.
Here's her nine month stats compared to her six month:
Six month appointment (8/29):
Weight: 16 lbs 12 oz (62%)
Height: 25 1/2 inches (37%)
Head circumference: 17.13 inches (76%)
Nine month appointment (11/30):
Weight: 19 lbs 10.3 oz (61%)
Height: 28 inches (61%)
Head circumference: 17.75 inches (78%)
As you see she has had a steady increase in weight & head circumference. Her height has thankfully caught up. She went through a big growth spurt after six months.
While we were at the appointment our doctor observed her and said she was advanced. Not sure what that means at this age, but its nice to.hear. He seemed impressed by her social & fine motor skills.
She can do the following:
Feed herself (Pincher grasp)
Pick up small items
Turn pages
Remember where we are in a book
Use a straw/cup
Wave bye
Blow a kiss (sometimes)
Understand "no"
Signs: all done, (sometimes: milk, more, up, eat.)
Says/parrots words:
Mama, Dadda, bye-bye, bath, ball, up, cat and some others that I haven't figured out. (Most of these are not completely articulated, but we are getting there.)
Gross motor skills:
Roll to get places
Sit like a boss
Go from sitting to hands and knees & back again
Army crawled (three times and hasn't since)
Pulling up on EVERYTHING!
Reaching and getting into anything close
I'm probably missing something, but I think I've gotten most of them.
We did have to sleep train and she did so well. It was rough at first, but once we figured out what worked.for her/us it was great.
She is such a fun kid and I count everyday as a blessing. I am so grateful that God chose me to be her momma. She is a beautiful soul. I am thoroughly enjoying watching her grow up. :)
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Life with a baby
I can't believe we only have 4 more months left in her first year of life.
She is such a blessing. However this last month & 1/2 have been hard.
She has always been a fantastic sleeper. Something changed around six months. I can't remember the last time I was able to get 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Not complaining. It's just tough. I knew we had it easy in the beginning. Poor thing has had cold after cold that have morphed into sinus, ear, eye infections and croup.
My heart hurts seeing her so uncomfortable. Ready for her to be well again.
Then we will probably have to do some kind of sleep training. I know cry it out is not for us. Sure, a few tears and protest is expected. However, the quick & dirty method will not go well with our personalities.
Well, time to go sit in a steamy bathroom again. It's doing a number on my hair. :)
She is such a blessing. However this last month & 1/2 have been hard.
She has always been a fantastic sleeper. Something changed around six months. I can't remember the last time I was able to get 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Not complaining. It's just tough. I knew we had it easy in the beginning. Poor thing has had cold after cold that have morphed into sinus, ear, eye infections and croup.
My heart hurts seeing her so uncomfortable. Ready for her to be well again.
Then we will probably have to do some kind of sleep training. I know cry it out is not for us. Sure, a few tears and protest is expected. However, the quick & dirty method will not go well with our personalities.
Well, time to go sit in a steamy bathroom again. It's doing a number on my hair. :)
E-books
I love books. Really. It's an addiction. I love real book stores. The smell of a book and the way it feels to turn the page. I'm a reader. A bookworm. Love of literacy.
I was surprised when I discovered how much I love my Kindle. It is truly an amazing invention.
There is one thing I don't like. Buying E-book I already own. I like to re-read a good book. I prefer to read them on my Kindle. I don't want to pay twice for my book.
First world problem, right? Guess I shouldn't complain.
1.) I am fortunate enough to have had the freedom & opportunity to learn to read.
2.) I have the means to purchase books & experience the different worlds a novel can take you.
3.) I have a Kindle.
Yea. Guess I'm pretty lucky. I'll stop whining now. :)
I was surprised when I discovered how much I love my Kindle. It is truly an amazing invention.
There is one thing I don't like. Buying E-book I already own. I like to re-read a good book. I prefer to read them on my Kindle. I don't want to pay twice for my book.
First world problem, right? Guess I shouldn't complain.
1.) I am fortunate enough to have had the freedom & opportunity to learn to read.
2.) I have the means to purchase books & experience the different worlds a novel can take you.
3.) I have a Kindle.
Yea. Guess I'm pretty lucky. I'll stop whining now. :)
Friday, September 9, 2011
Solids & other stuff
We officially started solids with Miss A after her six month appointment. Everything is going well. She really seems to enjoy eating "real" food.
So far she has had:
Rice & Oatmeal cereal
Bananas
Avocados
Sweet Potatoes
Squash
Peas
Green Beans
Apples/Apple sauce
Prunes
Carrots
Multi-grain Cheerios
Chicken
Potatoes
Cherries
Strawberries
Various tastes of rolls, biscuits, bread, etc.
She seems to really like the green veggies and all the fruits. We are trying peaches and spinach soon and will probably switch to table food as quickly as possible. I am trying to get through as many types of fruits and veggie first. She is not too keen on the liquid baby food. She prefers whatever I am eating.
She has become extremely busy lately. If she isn't sleeping she is moving somehow. (She even moves constantly in her sleep.) Even when she is eating she has her legs shaking or she is holding onto her feet and doing some type of contortionist move. We have had to move her feedings to her room where the lights are off and the curtains drawn or she is too distracted. (I really do miss the days when I could feed her and watch a TV show. I miss the days when she would sleep wherever and whenever, too. O well.) It has become a challenge during diaper changes. I have something new to hand her to keep her busy while I change her as quickly as possible.
She is sitting up completely unassisted and loves to stand. She has even started to do a full plank if she is put on her belly.
So far she has had:
Rice & Oatmeal cereal
Bananas
Avocados
Sweet Potatoes
Squash
Peas
Green Beans
Apples/Apple sauce
Prunes
Carrots
Multi-grain Cheerios
Chicken
Potatoes
Cherries
Strawberries
Various tastes of rolls, biscuits, bread, etc.
She seems to really like the green veggies and all the fruits. We are trying peaches and spinach soon and will probably switch to table food as quickly as possible. I am trying to get through as many types of fruits and veggie first. She is not too keen on the liquid baby food. She prefers whatever I am eating.
She has become extremely busy lately. If she isn't sleeping she is moving somehow. (She even moves constantly in her sleep.) Even when she is eating she has her legs shaking or she is holding onto her feet and doing some type of contortionist move. We have had to move her feedings to her room where the lights are off and the curtains drawn or she is too distracted. (I really do miss the days when I could feed her and watch a TV show. I miss the days when she would sleep wherever and whenever, too. O well.) It has become a challenge during diaper changes. I have something new to hand her to keep her busy while I change her as quickly as possible.
She is sitting up completely unassisted and loves to stand. She has even started to do a full plank if she is put on her belly.
Like this!
I will try to catch it on film. It is hilarious how strong she is. She has no interest in crawling yet, which is fine with me. She loves music and loves singing and for others to sing to her. She's a snuggle bug and smiles all the time. I am constantly stopped by people asking if she smiles all the time and how happy she looks. She is a very happy, smiley baby. We are extremely blessed. She is super easy and lets us know if something is wrong. She has started to make more consonants. Lots of galy, guly, uh, oh, mum, ma, ba, bu, hu, etc.
She is growing great and is doing something new each day. Love her to pieces.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Status Update: Perfect
Baby girl is six months old. Can you believe it? I can't. We are over halfway through her first year of life. It is crazy how fast things are going. I have been told the next six months will be even faster. Can we push the pause button?
We had her six month check up yesterday and she is growing beautifully. Here are her stats from her four month and six month check-ups:
Four month appointment (6/27):
Weight: 14 lbs 4.3 oz (62 %)
Height: 24 3/4 inches (66%)
Head circumference: 16 1/2 inches (73%)
Six month appointment (8/29):
Weight: 16 lbs 12 oz (62%)
Height: 25 1/2 inches (37%)
Head circumference: 17.13 inches (76%)
As you can see she has dropped in her height. She is going to be short. No surprise there. The pediatrician said it was not a cause for concern since she is still growing. He said most babies will fluctuate like that.
We are officially starting solids now and I think everyone is ready.
She is almost sitting unassisted. She will randomly fall over which is to be expected. She has started to move backwards when placed on her tummy. She still hates tummy time. If she can she will immediately flip over to her back. She loves to blow raspberries and is usually happy. She will let you know when she doesn't like something. We love her and can't imagine life without her. She has completed our family.
We had her six month check up yesterday and she is growing beautifully. Here are her stats from her four month and six month check-ups:
Four month appointment (6/27):
Weight: 14 lbs 4.3 oz (62 %)
Height: 24 3/4 inches (66%)
Head circumference: 16 1/2 inches (73%)
Six month appointment (8/29):
Weight: 16 lbs 12 oz (62%)
Height: 25 1/2 inches (37%)
Head circumference: 17.13 inches (76%)
As you can see she has dropped in her height. She is going to be short. No surprise there. The pediatrician said it was not a cause for concern since she is still growing. He said most babies will fluctuate like that.
We are officially starting solids now and I think everyone is ready.
She is almost sitting unassisted. She will randomly fall over which is to be expected. She has started to move backwards when placed on her tummy. She still hates tummy time. If she can she will immediately flip over to her back. She loves to blow raspberries and is usually happy. She will let you know when she doesn't like something. We love her and can't imagine life without her. She has completed our family.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Case of the Mondays
I have never been a fan of Mondays. Whenever Aisley was born, I dreaded them. That meant a week without Chris home during the day. I couldn't wait until the weekend.
Now, fast forward to today. It's Friday. Besides disliking Fridays because I enviably get that ridiculous Rachel Black song stuck in my head, I look forward to the weekends, but secretly can't wait until the next week. Why you ask? I get more one-on-one time with Miss A. I'm greedy like that.
I only have a week until summer and then I will have/get to share our weeks with others. We will have fun. It will be nice, but not the same.
She is growing and changing so much. I want time to move at half speed. :/
Now, fast forward to today. It's Friday. Besides disliking Fridays because I enviably get that ridiculous Rachel Black song stuck in my head, I look forward to the weekends, but secretly can't wait until the next week. Why you ask? I get more one-on-one time with Miss A. I'm greedy like that.
I only have a week until summer and then I will have/get to share our weeks with others. We will have fun. It will be nice, but not the same.
She is growing and changing so much. I want time to move at half speed. :/
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Mobile blogging
I am trying out a new way to blog. Mobile blogging. With a newborn it is difficult sometimes to find the time to sit down at a computer. Especially if she has decided to fight naps.
I found an application for my phone that will allow you to post to your blog. Hopefully I can keep up with my postings. We shall see.
Anyways, very excited about the fact that tomorrow is Friday! That means only one more day until the weekend. ;)
I found an application for my phone that will allow you to post to your blog. Hopefully I can keep up with my postings. We shall see.
Anyways, very excited about the fact that tomorrow is Friday! That means only one more day until the weekend. ;)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Aisley's status: exceptional
I always told myself that I would not be one of those parents. You know the one. The parent that talks about their child non -stop about how talented and perfect their child is and how they excel at everything. It's ridiculous.
However, when you have a child it is a while before they can do much except eat, sleep and poop. So, parents talk non-stop about their stats/percentiles. I never really put much thought into those numbers. It didn't matter to me that my friends child was 80th percentile in height.
Now that I have a child, I do understand what the stats mean and I do take pride in them. So, if you care, you can continue reading about how little miss Aisley is growing. If you don't care, I am really not sure why you starting reading our blog in the first place. Maybe you are just bored. If so, then I guess you are welcome to continue reading.
At birth (2/24):
Weight: 6 lbs. 11 oz.
Height: 18 1/2 in.
First doctor's appointment (2/28):
Weight: 6 lbs. 3.1 oz. (10%)
Height: 18 1/2 in. (13%)
Head circumference: 13 1/2 in. (34%)
Two week appointment (3/10):
Weight: 6 lbs. 15.8 oz. (12%)
Height: 19 in. (6%)
Head circumference: 13 3/4 in. (22%)
One month appointment (3/24):
Weight: 8 lbs. 4.3 oz. (31%)
Height: 19 3/4 in. (16%)
Head circumference: 14 3/4 in. (63%)
Two month appointment (4/25):
Weight: 10 lbs. 14.3 oz. (53%)
Height: 22 in. (38%)
Head circumference: 15 1/4 in. (50%)
As you can see, she had a few major growth spurts. The doctor said she is doing perfectly. Also, she seems to be gaining about 1.5 oz. a day. That is amazing considering she is a breastfed baby. The doctor mentioned something about her eating "heavy cream" instead of low-fat milk. I chuckled. It made me even more committed to nursing seeing how she is responding so well to it.
Also, she is a flirt. Dr. Chad Smith, at Raintree Pediatrics (Who is amazing, by the way! Thank you, Shelby for the recommendation. We loved him!) was examining her and she kept flashing him her adorable big-toothless grin. She even giggled for him. She is a charmer! Watch out boys. :)
Anyways, we are just smitten with her. She is sleeping around 8 hours straight most nights and will usually wake to eat and go back to sleep with some help. :)
She is happy for the most part and only cries if she needs something. We really lucked out. We couldn't imagine our lives without her and are so happy that God blessed us with her.
However, when you have a child it is a while before they can do much except eat, sleep and poop. So, parents talk non-stop about their stats/percentiles. I never really put much thought into those numbers. It didn't matter to me that my friends child was 80th percentile in height.
Now that I have a child, I do understand what the stats mean and I do take pride in them. So, if you care, you can continue reading about how little miss Aisley is growing. If you don't care, I am really not sure why you starting reading our blog in the first place. Maybe you are just bored. If so, then I guess you are welcome to continue reading.
At birth (2/24):
Weight: 6 lbs. 11 oz.
Height: 18 1/2 in.
First doctor's appointment (2/28):
Weight: 6 lbs. 3.1 oz. (10%)
Height: 18 1/2 in. (13%)
Head circumference: 13 1/2 in. (34%)
Two week appointment (3/10):
Weight: 6 lbs. 15.8 oz. (12%)
Height: 19 in. (6%)
Head circumference: 13 3/4 in. (22%)
One month appointment (3/24):
Weight: 8 lbs. 4.3 oz. (31%)
Height: 19 3/4 in. (16%)
Head circumference: 14 3/4 in. (63%)
Two month appointment (4/25):
Weight: 10 lbs. 14.3 oz. (53%)
Height: 22 in. (38%)
Head circumference: 15 1/4 in. (50%)
As you can see, she had a few major growth spurts. The doctor said she is doing perfectly. Also, she seems to be gaining about 1.5 oz. a day. That is amazing considering she is a breastfed baby. The doctor mentioned something about her eating "heavy cream" instead of low-fat milk. I chuckled. It made me even more committed to nursing seeing how she is responding so well to it.
Also, she is a flirt. Dr. Chad Smith, at Raintree Pediatrics (Who is amazing, by the way! Thank you, Shelby for the recommendation. We loved him!) was examining her and she kept flashing him her adorable big-toothless grin. She even giggled for him. She is a charmer! Watch out boys. :)
Anyways, we are just smitten with her. She is sleeping around 8 hours straight most nights and will usually wake to eat and go back to sleep with some help. :)
She is happy for the most part and only cries if she needs something. We really lucked out. We couldn't imagine our lives without her and are so happy that God blessed us with her.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Our birth story
The fun began on Wednesday, February 23, 2011. I was 38 weeks and 2 days.
I was scheduled for my weekly OB appointment and sonogram that day. I was being monitored for oligohydramnios, AKA low amniotic fluid, for a few weeks. (Anything between 10-20 cm is considered normal.) For two weeks I was measuring at a nine. Something my doctor didn't like, but didn't feel it warranted an induction since the baby was doing good. She wanted to keep a close eye on it which I appreciated.
My sister came to get me that morning and took me to get a pedicure and we had lunch before the appointment. I grabbed my "labor" bag just in case, but was sure I was being sent home that day. I wasn't expecting any different.
After a delicious lunch at Red, Hot and Blue with my sis we went to the sonogram appointment first at 2:00 p.m. I had been feeling "off" all day. The sonographer starting measuring and let my sister see how big Aisley had gotten since my sonogram at 18 weeks. We could see her chubby little cheeks. So cute! Then the sonographer said, "What were you measuring at last time?" I replied with nine. She goes, "Hmm..." I knew "hmm" wasn't good. I asked what it was today and she said, "You are measuring at a 5." Well, I knew then that I was having a baby that day. We walked to my doctor's office down the hall while the sonographer transfered the information to her electronically.
My doctor walked in and said, "Well, you are having a baby today!" My sister immediately whips out her phone and starts contacting my husband and our mom. After a quick exam and learning I hadn't made much progress since my last visit I knew pitocin was in my future. This made me sad seeing how Chris and I were preparing for a natural delivery (without medication or intervention if possible). However, the safety of my baby was way more important than some birth plan.
I began waddling down to labor and delivery with my sister. We contacted the remaining people that I wanted to be there.
After I was admitted I was given the beautiful hospital gown that shows all your goodies to the world. I didn't really care since all of my goodies were going to be out in the open for the whole world to see in a little while.
I managed to beach myself onto the hospital bed and got poked and prodded. They needed to take blood, insert an IV, give me fluids and then they started the pitocin around 4:00 p.m. My doctor came to check on me and I was only at a 3 and almost completely effaced. Not a lot of progress. During the exam my water broke. Hopefully after that my body would get the picture and start working with the pitocin. I decided to try and handle the contraction with pitocin without the aid of an epidural. I lasted until 10:30 p.m. I am glad I tried, but honestly after having an epidural, I will probably opt for one if I am ever crazy enough to get pregnant again. It was the first time in months that I wasn't in pain. It felt like a warm bath. Once they placed the epidural they need to place a foley. For this they lay you flat on your back. Well, wouldn't you know that I had my vasovagal syncope and started passing out. My heart beat dropped and so did Aisley's. When I came to, the nurse was shifting me from side to side and I heard the heart monitor alarm going off. (Also, it is still just the nurse and I at this point. Chris, my mom and sister were all outside waiting until the epidural and catheter were placed.) I saw a horde of nurses coming in and asking if my nurse needed any help. She calmly said no and that she was going to do a quick scalp stimulation. I knew what this meant. Aisley wasn't responding to her moving me. Her heart beat wasn't picking back up. I was scared to death. I couldn't lose her. The nurse then reached up inside and tickled Aisley's head. Thank God that her heart beat jumped back up and stayed constant the rest of the labor. She is one tough cookie! Also, at some point during all of this I spiked a fever. They immediately had me on antibiotics. It made labor and delivery even tougher.
My doctor, bless her, came back up around 3:00 a.m. to check on me again and I was still only at a 3. My uterus was not contracting like it should. It was not responding to the pitocin like normal uterus does. Well, of course not. I can't do anything without some level of drama. Why would my uterus be any different? She said she would give me a few more hours and check on me at 7:00 a.m. If I hadn't made significant progress by then, she would need to do a C-section.
At 7:00 a.m. she came to check on me. My sweet nurse had been working her tail off trying to get my body to respond to the pitocin during that time. She was backing off the medicine and then slowly increase it. This went on for those precious hours between 3:00-7:00 a.m. I saw my doctor looking at the monitors and shaking her head. My uterus was still not responding correctly. I knew I hadn't made any progress and that I was destined to have a C-section. Something I really didn't want. However, if it was what was best for the baby, I would do it. She checked me and goes, "Oh my. You are at 8 cm." This was music to my ears. That meant there will still a small chance of being able to deliver vaginally. She let me try to sleep a little while longer and said by 10:00 she was going to check on me again.
At the next check I was fully dilated and ready to push. My nurse was amazing. God provided me at each shift with exactly who I need to get through this labor. I remember being told that it was time to push. I felt the urge, but I just didn't have it in me. I was exhausted. I was done. I told Chris I couldn't do it. I was achy from the fever and just plan tired.
I somehow found the strength to push. And boy did I push. Her head did not want to come out. There was a lot of molding, but that is what their heads are made to do. For a solid hour and half I did nothing but push. And demand ice chips. No breaks. Each contraction. Three pushes each contraction. Full body work out. They don't call it labor for nothing. I was also on oxygen since I continued to try and pass out after each round of pushing. At about 12:15 p.m. I was told to stop pushing and wait. The nurse was calling my doctor. She came in and suited up and told me to give her three really big pushes. I started to push and she told me to stop. I was tearing and I was tearing bad. I did all the "prepping" before. They applied counter pressure. It didn't help. She had to do an episiotomy. I didn't care. I wanted this baby out. I figured I would have either stitches down there or in my belly.
After that it was just mere seconds and a few good pushes and my healthy, screaming baby girl was in my arms. Words can't express the feeling that comes over you. I knew the minute she was laid on my chest that she was my baby. I looked at Chris and he had huge tears in his eyes. Our sweet little family of two just transformed in a matter of seconds to a family of three.
I expected to feel an overwhelming connection to her. I expected to fall completely head over heels in love with her. I didn't expect to fall even more in love with my husband. It was like my heart grew to unmeasurable proportions. Seeing the man I have loved for almost 12 years hold our brand new baby girl that we created out of love is like nothing else in this world. He continues to melt my heart each day.
I was scheduled for my weekly OB appointment and sonogram that day. I was being monitored for oligohydramnios, AKA low amniotic fluid, for a few weeks. (Anything between 10-20 cm is considered normal.) For two weeks I was measuring at a nine. Something my doctor didn't like, but didn't feel it warranted an induction since the baby was doing good. She wanted to keep a close eye on it which I appreciated.
My sister came to get me that morning and took me to get a pedicure and we had lunch before the appointment. I grabbed my "labor" bag just in case, but was sure I was being sent home that day. I wasn't expecting any different.
After a delicious lunch at Red, Hot and Blue with my sis we went to the sonogram appointment first at 2:00 p.m. I had been feeling "off" all day. The sonographer starting measuring and let my sister see how big Aisley had gotten since my sonogram at 18 weeks. We could see her chubby little cheeks. So cute! Then the sonographer said, "What were you measuring at last time?" I replied with nine. She goes, "Hmm..." I knew "hmm" wasn't good. I asked what it was today and she said, "You are measuring at a 5." Well, I knew then that I was having a baby that day. We walked to my doctor's office down the hall while the sonographer transfered the information to her electronically.
My doctor walked in and said, "Well, you are having a baby today!" My sister immediately whips out her phone and starts contacting my husband and our mom. After a quick exam and learning I hadn't made much progress since my last visit I knew pitocin was in my future. This made me sad seeing how Chris and I were preparing for a natural delivery (without medication or intervention if possible). However, the safety of my baby was way more important than some birth plan.
I began waddling down to labor and delivery with my sister. We contacted the remaining people that I wanted to be there.
After I was admitted I was given the beautiful hospital gown that shows all your goodies to the world. I didn't really care since all of my goodies were going to be out in the open for the whole world to see in a little while.
I managed to beach myself onto the hospital bed and got poked and prodded. They needed to take blood, insert an IV, give me fluids and then they started the pitocin around 4:00 p.m. My doctor came to check on me and I was only at a 3 and almost completely effaced. Not a lot of progress. During the exam my water broke. Hopefully after that my body would get the picture and start working with the pitocin. I decided to try and handle the contraction with pitocin without the aid of an epidural. I lasted until 10:30 p.m. I am glad I tried, but honestly after having an epidural, I will probably opt for one if I am ever crazy enough to get pregnant again. It was the first time in months that I wasn't in pain. It felt like a warm bath. Once they placed the epidural they need to place a foley. For this they lay you flat on your back. Well, wouldn't you know that I had my vasovagal syncope and started passing out. My heart beat dropped and so did Aisley's. When I came to, the nurse was shifting me from side to side and I heard the heart monitor alarm going off. (Also, it is still just the nurse and I at this point. Chris, my mom and sister were all outside waiting until the epidural and catheter were placed.) I saw a horde of nurses coming in and asking if my nurse needed any help. She calmly said no and that she was going to do a quick scalp stimulation. I knew what this meant. Aisley wasn't responding to her moving me. Her heart beat wasn't picking back up. I was scared to death. I couldn't lose her. The nurse then reached up inside and tickled Aisley's head. Thank God that her heart beat jumped back up and stayed constant the rest of the labor. She is one tough cookie! Also, at some point during all of this I spiked a fever. They immediately had me on antibiotics. It made labor and delivery even tougher.
My doctor, bless her, came back up around 3:00 a.m. to check on me again and I was still only at a 3. My uterus was not contracting like it should. It was not responding to the pitocin like normal uterus does. Well, of course not. I can't do anything without some level of drama. Why would my uterus be any different? She said she would give me a few more hours and check on me at 7:00 a.m. If I hadn't made significant progress by then, she would need to do a C-section.
At 7:00 a.m. she came to check on me. My sweet nurse had been working her tail off trying to get my body to respond to the pitocin during that time. She was backing off the medicine and then slowly increase it. This went on for those precious hours between 3:00-7:00 a.m. I saw my doctor looking at the monitors and shaking her head. My uterus was still not responding correctly. I knew I hadn't made any progress and that I was destined to have a C-section. Something I really didn't want. However, if it was what was best for the baby, I would do it. She checked me and goes, "Oh my. You are at 8 cm." This was music to my ears. That meant there will still a small chance of being able to deliver vaginally. She let me try to sleep a little while longer and said by 10:00 she was going to check on me again.
At the next check I was fully dilated and ready to push. My nurse was amazing. God provided me at each shift with exactly who I need to get through this labor. I remember being told that it was time to push. I felt the urge, but I just didn't have it in me. I was exhausted. I was done. I told Chris I couldn't do it. I was achy from the fever and just plan tired.
I somehow found the strength to push. And boy did I push. Her head did not want to come out. There was a lot of molding, but that is what their heads are made to do. For a solid hour and half I did nothing but push. And demand ice chips. No breaks. Each contraction. Three pushes each contraction. Full body work out. They don't call it labor for nothing. I was also on oxygen since I continued to try and pass out after each round of pushing. At about 12:15 p.m. I was told to stop pushing and wait. The nurse was calling my doctor. She came in and suited up and told me to give her three really big pushes. I started to push and she told me to stop. I was tearing and I was tearing bad. I did all the "prepping" before. They applied counter pressure. It didn't help. She had to do an episiotomy. I didn't care. I wanted this baby out. I figured I would have either stitches down there or in my belly.
After that it was just mere seconds and a few good pushes and my healthy, screaming baby girl was in my arms. Words can't express the feeling that comes over you. I knew the minute she was laid on my chest that she was my baby. I looked at Chris and he had huge tears in his eyes. Our sweet little family of two just transformed in a matter of seconds to a family of three.
I expected to feel an overwhelming connection to her. I expected to fall completely head over heels in love with her. I didn't expect to fall even more in love with my husband. It was like my heart grew to unmeasurable proportions. Seeing the man I have loved for almost 12 years hold our brand new baby girl that we created out of love is like nothing else in this world. He continues to melt my heart each day.
Freedom! [Cue George Michael, please]
Freedom. The sweet taste of freedom. Last night was the first night I was sans baby for ten months. It was also the first time I drove in over two months.
After feeding the little one the best husband in the world took her for her "wake time" and said he would put her down and gave me a few "errands" to run so I could get out of the house.
It was exhilarating. It felt like the first time I ever drove on my own. I can just hop in my car now and go wherever I please! No more ride arrangements, waiting for someone to pick me up, or waiting on the hubby to take me somewhere. (However, thank you to each of you who did those things or offered to. It was amazing. I have such good friends and acquaintances.)
I was only gone about thirty minutes and it was just around the neighborhood, but man do I feel like a new woman.
Not only do I have my driving privileges back, but I have my body back. (Well, not my pre-pregnancy body. That will take some time.) However, I can breath. I am NOT throwing up anymore. I am NOT nauseous. I am NOT passing out. I don't have to pee every three minutes. I am recovering from delivery faster than I thought I would and feeling better each day.
Basically, I love not being pregnant. Don't get me wrong. I love my little girl. She is wonderful. Yes, I would do it all over again for her. However, I don't think I will do it all over again.
Anyways, a lot of people say I will change my mind. To them I just smile and nod. We shall see. We aren't making any irreversible decisions right now, but it is a decision that is solely up to Chris and me. No one else.
[Side note: We are adjusting to our new life. Each day gets easier. Chris and the baby has just eased into their roles beautifully. We seriously have been blessed with a well-tempered child. Takes after her father on that one. It has/will take(n) me some time to adjust, but as my husband reminds me, I am the one that pushed a baby out and dealing with all the waves of "horror"mones.]
Thank you for all the love, support, prayers, well wishes, kind words, encouragement and meals. We love each of you!
After feeding the little one the best husband in the world took her for her "wake time" and said he would put her down and gave me a few "errands" to run so I could get out of the house.
It was exhilarating. It felt like the first time I ever drove on my own. I can just hop in my car now and go wherever I please! No more ride arrangements, waiting for someone to pick me up, or waiting on the hubby to take me somewhere. (However, thank you to each of you who did those things or offered to. It was amazing. I have such good friends and acquaintances.)
I was only gone about thirty minutes and it was just around the neighborhood, but man do I feel like a new woman.
Not only do I have my driving privileges back, but I have my body back. (Well, not my pre-pregnancy body. That will take some time.) However, I can breath. I am NOT throwing up anymore. I am NOT nauseous. I am NOT passing out. I don't have to pee every three minutes. I am recovering from delivery faster than I thought I would and feeling better each day.
Basically, I love not being pregnant. Don't get me wrong. I love my little girl. She is wonderful. Yes, I would do it all over again for her. However, I don't think I will do it all over again.
Anyways, a lot of people say I will change my mind. To them I just smile and nod. We shall see. We aren't making any irreversible decisions right now, but it is a decision that is solely up to Chris and me. No one else.
[Side note: We are adjusting to our new life. Each day gets easier. Chris and the baby has just eased into their roles beautifully. We seriously have been blessed with a well-tempered child. Takes after her father on that one. It has/will take(n) me some time to adjust, but as my husband reminds me, I am the one that pushed a baby out and dealing with all the waves of "horror"mones.]
Thank you for all the love, support, prayers, well wishes, kind words, encouragement and meals. We love each of you!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Aisley Yvonne
We are completely in love and are adjusting to our new life with her beautifully. Thank you for all the love and support! We are truly blessed.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Living with Amelia Bedelia
I married the male version of Amelia Bedelia. Well, the only difference is that he knows what people are meaning, but he likes to take things literally.
Anyways, during dinner tonight I said to him, " I would like to see you do all that I have done today while contracting." (Lovingly of course). He just smirked.
As I was walking over to take dessert out of the oven he shouts out with a mouth full of food, "Can't, won't, don't..."
I looked at him very confused. (Thinking is really hard to do when you are full term and having serious contractions off and on for a week.)
Then I see his ridiculously cute smirk again and it hits me. He said, "See, not hard at all. I can eat while contracting too."
Ugh. Good thing he is so cute. :)
Anyways, during dinner tonight I said to him, " I would like to see you do all that I have done today while contracting." (Lovingly of course). He just smirked.
As I was walking over to take dessert out of the oven he shouts out with a mouth full of food, "Can't, won't, don't..."
I looked at him very confused. (Thinking is really hard to do when you are full term and having serious contractions off and on for a week.)
Then I see his ridiculously cute smirk again and it hits me. He said, "See, not hard at all. I can eat while contracting too."
Ugh. Good thing he is so cute. :)
Monday, January 17, 2011
A Feast Fit For a King
Tonight I made some of Chris' favorite meal items: broccoli and rice casserole, ham and delicious rolls. I used his mother's recipe for the broccoli and rice casserole.
What does he say whenever we finish the meal? Thank you honey for slaving over a meal while you are due to have my baby in six weeks. It must have been so hard to cook this meal and have your feet swell to the point where your toes looks like sausages. Yea...no...but I am sure he was thinking it because he is awesome like that.
This is what he said:
"It tastes good, but it tastes different from when my mom makes it. Is it a different recipe?"
Translation: "I like my mom's better." However, he is way too sweet to ever say that out loud.
I then inform him that it is the exact same recipe that his mom uses and I even used the same brand of items. He retorts with, "Well, maybe it is the lack of mushrooms."
What? Excuse me. Did my husband just imply that he would rather the casserole have more mushrooms? This is the same person who spends five minutes picking out the mushrooms from the better casserole and piling them on the side of his plate because he refuses to eat fungus, right?
However, I completely understand that his mom's will taste better to him because, well, it is his mom who was the one making it. It is something about your mom's cooking and their germs that make things taste better. I don't know how that works. It just is a fact. Same thing for grandma's cooking. *However, the same cannot be said about my great-grandma Fern. Love her dearly, God rest her soul, but she was a horrible cook.*
Hopefully, Aisley will be saying the same about me one day. It will make my heart smile. :)
What does he say whenever we finish the meal? Thank you honey for slaving over a meal while you are due to have my baby in six weeks. It must have been so hard to cook this meal and have your feet swell to the point where your toes looks like sausages. Yea...no...but I am sure he was thinking it because he is awesome like that.
This is what he said:
"It tastes good, but it tastes different from when my mom makes it. Is it a different recipe?"
Translation: "I like my mom's better." However, he is way too sweet to ever say that out loud.
I then inform him that it is the exact same recipe that his mom uses and I even used the same brand of items. He retorts with, "Well, maybe it is the lack of mushrooms."
What? Excuse me. Did my husband just imply that he would rather the casserole have more mushrooms? This is the same person who spends five minutes picking out the mushrooms from the better casserole and piling them on the side of his plate because he refuses to eat fungus, right?
Just when I think I have him figured out. You would think after being together for eleven years I would know everything about him. Nope. Surprises me everyday.
What a turkey. :)
However, I completely understand that his mom's will taste better to him because, well, it is his mom who was the one making it. It is something about your mom's cooking and their germs that make things taste better. I don't know how that works. It just is a fact. Same thing for grandma's cooking. *However, the same cannot be said about my great-grandma Fern. Love her dearly, God rest her soul, but she was a horrible cook.*
Hopefully, Aisley will be saying the same about me one day. It will make my heart smile. :)
Friday, January 14, 2011
Nephewism 2
Oh my sweet nephew. He is the cutest. Just the other day my sister told me the funniest story about him. I just had to share.
They were backing out of their driveway and he shouts out, "Mom! Stop the car. Stop the car!"
She immediately thinks something is wrong and looks around at all of her side mirrors. She sees nothing so she decides to continue backing out.
Again he goes, "Mom, stop the car!"
She ask, "What is it (insert his name here)?"
"Mom, I don't have my seatbelt on! Are you trying to send me to juvy?"
Yea, he is only five. She asked him if he even knew what that was and he responded back with, "Yea, it's jail for kids!"
She wanted to know where he heard that from and he said she didn't know. He just heard it.
Oh, she has her hands full with him.
They were backing out of their driveway and he shouts out, "Mom! Stop the car. Stop the car!"
She immediately thinks something is wrong and looks around at all of her side mirrors. She sees nothing so she decides to continue backing out.
Again he goes, "Mom, stop the car!"
She ask, "What is it (insert his name here)?"
"Mom, I don't have my seatbelt on! Are you trying to send me to juvy?"
Yea, he is only five. She asked him if he even knew what that was and he responded back with, "Yea, it's jail for kids!"
She wanted to know where he heard that from and he said she didn't know. He just heard it.
Oh, she has her hands full with him.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
No More Driving Miss Aisley
That's right. My driving privileges have been officially revoked. As of Tuesday this week my doctor said to hand over my keys for the remainder of my pregnancy.
Why you ask? Well, it is for a very good reason. I had been having fainting and dizzy spells for about two weeks. Most of the time I was able to lay down, drink water and I soon felt well enough to go on about my business. After a few episodes, I contacting my OB and she instructed me to get my asthma checked. I went to my primary care physician and my OT stats were horrible. Both of the doctors attributed my dizziness and fainting to not getting enough oxygen. Also, I managed to have an upper respiratory & sinus infection on top of having my airways blocked 30%. I left the appointment with a prescription for antibiotics and a steroid inhaler hoping the dizziness and fainting were a thing of the past. Wishful thinking.
Three days later I was on my way out the door. I hoped in my lovely car and started the drive to my destination. I managed to get about a mile from my house when I felt my hands and feet going numb. I started getting tunnel vision and my ears started to ring. I quickly told my mom, who I was on the phone with at the time that I needed to pull over because I was feeling faint. Thankfully I was able to pull into a parking lot and park my car before I blacked out completely. When I came to I promptly called Chris to come pick me up. He was extremely worried. I was scared.
We contacted the doctor and waited for a call back while I laid down. The on-call doctor instructed me to not drive and to take it easy. (To which I laughed inside. My sister-in-law was getting married in a week and I am her matron of honor. I was on my way that day to her bridal luncheon and that night was her bachelorette party that I was hosting. I couldn't take it easy. I had things to do.)
After laying down for a while I begged Chris to take me to the luncheon. We made arrangements for someone else to drive that day and to take me home later.
I made it through the day without another mishap. On Sunday however, I had another one. I was thankfully at home, but still annoying.
After my appointment I had with my OB this Tuesday and discussing what I was feeling she ordered that I not drive for my safety and everyone else. You can thank me later. She is not sure exactly what is causing the fainting. There could be many reasons. I have a few more doctors appointments with other doctors to see if they can figure out the cause and make sure nothing serious is going on.
Just when I almost got over the whole morning sickness thing too. (Which isn't completely gone, just a very mild case now. Probably more like what the majority of people go through in their first trimester.)
Aisley is doing great. I tease that she is made of steel because she has been so resilient through all of my drama this pregnancy. She seems completely unfazed by everything. She continues to grow and process normally. I, on the other hand, have continued to lose weight. My doctor jokingly asked if I was eating. Believe me. I am eating. All the time. I guess I will be on of the few pregnant women that doesn't have to worry about losing a bunch of weight after delivery.
So there you have it. No more driving miss Aisley until she is actually born. I am pretty sure I am going to be the happiest person in labor because I know I will immediately feel better and I will be on my way to driving again.
Why you ask? Well, it is for a very good reason. I had been having fainting and dizzy spells for about two weeks. Most of the time I was able to lay down, drink water and I soon felt well enough to go on about my business. After a few episodes, I contacting my OB and she instructed me to get my asthma checked. I went to my primary care physician and my OT stats were horrible. Both of the doctors attributed my dizziness and fainting to not getting enough oxygen. Also, I managed to have an upper respiratory & sinus infection on top of having my airways blocked 30%. I left the appointment with a prescription for antibiotics and a steroid inhaler hoping the dizziness and fainting were a thing of the past. Wishful thinking.
Three days later I was on my way out the door. I hoped in my lovely car and started the drive to my destination. I managed to get about a mile from my house when I felt my hands and feet going numb. I started getting tunnel vision and my ears started to ring. I quickly told my mom, who I was on the phone with at the time that I needed to pull over because I was feeling faint. Thankfully I was able to pull into a parking lot and park my car before I blacked out completely. When I came to I promptly called Chris to come pick me up. He was extremely worried. I was scared.
We contacted the doctor and waited for a call back while I laid down. The on-call doctor instructed me to not drive and to take it easy. (To which I laughed inside. My sister-in-law was getting married in a week and I am her matron of honor. I was on my way that day to her bridal luncheon and that night was her bachelorette party that I was hosting. I couldn't take it easy. I had things to do.)
After laying down for a while I begged Chris to take me to the luncheon. We made arrangements for someone else to drive that day and to take me home later.
I made it through the day without another mishap. On Sunday however, I had another one. I was thankfully at home, but still annoying.
After my appointment I had with my OB this Tuesday and discussing what I was feeling she ordered that I not drive for my safety and everyone else. You can thank me later. She is not sure exactly what is causing the fainting. There could be many reasons. I have a few more doctors appointments with other doctors to see if they can figure out the cause and make sure nothing serious is going on.
Just when I almost got over the whole morning sickness thing too. (Which isn't completely gone, just a very mild case now. Probably more like what the majority of people go through in their first trimester.)
Aisley is doing great. I tease that she is made of steel because she has been so resilient through all of my drama this pregnancy. She seems completely unfazed by everything. She continues to grow and process normally. I, on the other hand, have continued to lose weight. My doctor jokingly asked if I was eating. Believe me. I am eating. All the time. I guess I will be on of the few pregnant women that doesn't have to worry about losing a bunch of weight after delivery.
So there you have it. No more driving miss Aisley until she is actually born. I am pretty sure I am going to be the happiest person in labor because I know I will immediately feel better and I will be on my way to driving again.
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