So Thanksgiving and Black Friday have come and gone but in the spirit of trying to catch everyone up here's what we did. Mom came up for Thanksgiving and cooked us a meal that was fit for about 15 folks. We had five. JuJu bought the most delicious honeybaked ham on the face of the earth and of course the baby daddy wanted to get in on some of the Black Friday deals.
Earlier in the week I had been looking at the deals and saw a 42" TV for 199.00 I of course have been wanting a new flat screen TV for our upstairs room to mount over the fire place. We have a big one downstairs and it would free up a lot of space if we could get ride of the entertainment center we have now. So we decided we would try it, but didn't really mention it again until Thursday morning. We looked through all the adds and about 10 AM I could see it in his eyes, he was getting dressed and said he was gonna run by Best Buy and see if there was a line. If there was he would stay and if not he would come home and go back later.
Fast forward 6 hours. He has been in line since 10 AM and now wants me to come take the evening shift so he can come eat Thanksgiving dinner and watch the Cowboys play. How could I say no? He was sitting line for me basically and secretly I was elated......I would then get about four uninterrupted hours of reading my new obsession, Twilight. So I bundled up and set out into the madness.
When I arrived at Best Buy I was shocked to see tents, chairs, sleeping bags, and a line of crazy folks wrapped around the building.......I could not believe it. So I went towards the police line taped off area where the baby daddy was standing and went under the rope. I immediately encountered the line nazi.
Line Nazi: "Oh, Oh, you tha wife, Your cool."
Me: Yep
Line Nazi: "Can't be too careful, folks be trying to skip in line."
Me: "I will be on the look out, we are just trading spots for a while so he can go eat."
Line Nazi: "Oh I know, we discussed strategies and such."
Me: Oh....thinking to myself, what kind of freaking strategy is there? You wait in line, they give you a ticket, you pick up your shit. Idiot proof.
I sit down to gloriously engross myself in Twilight and an hour later.......
Line Nazi: "You see them kids down there?"
Me: "Yea"
Line Nazi: "There were seven earlier but I have seen two walk up, I'm going to run them off."
Me: "You go get em"........psycho.
An still an hour later......
Line Nazi: "You see them folks in front of the girls in front of you."
Me: "Uh, Yes"
Line Nazi: "Well, there were two of them at first, but the wife keeps leaving and coming back and then there were four of them all swapping and taking shifts but they are not gettin three tickets. I already handed out numbers."
Me: "Do your numbers count?"
Line Nazi: "We can at least tell the Best Buy folks who was in line."
Me: "Do they care."
Line Nazi: "?????"
Me:........
LN:.......
yes, it was very akward silence as she contemplated the fact that her handing out small green pieces of paper with numbers on them probably would not be honored when the Best Buy folks came to give out the real numbers. I get why she was a psychopath about it. They had 15 of the TV's to sell. She was number 15. I felt like I was on Black Friday Survivor and I knew I had to keep my alliance with her strong because if anyone was getting voted out of this line it was NOT going to be me. I nodded and agreed with everything this crazy bitch said.
I could not help but laugh everytime I saw her wonder down towards where these kids were, they were partying making a night of it, complete with a keg in the back of one of the cars. I wished I was them for a minute or had in the very least brought my own beer, decided it was cold, and went back to reading about Bella and Edward......then I thought about how old I was for about 15 minutes no caring that I didn't have any beer......and then went back to reading.
The baby daddy returned about 8:30 p.m. and relieved me from my post. I warned him she was only getting worse as the night progressed, so he sat down with his back to her in hopes she would forget he was there. Highly unlikely. I trudged home to feed Sadie Marie and at 10 p.m. when they handed out the tickets I was still engrossed in Twilight, he texted and he had the GOLDEN TICKET NUMBER 15 for the TV. I was estatic and then I thought, Shit. She may just go to her car and bring back an oozy. Later I got the full story.
When time came to get the actual numbers this crazy lady jumped in front of Theron and got number 14, his number. He said he almost cussed her out until he realized he also was going to get a ticket. All that talk about shit being fair because of her numbers and only those who had been in line the whole time should get tickets and then boom, she went straight ghetto on Theron and skipped at the last minute. She better be glad I was gone or we would have gone from Survivor to Kung Fu Fighting on her ass.
Moral of the story......Watch out for Line Nazi's they will stab your ass in the back in a heartbeat. She should seriously be on Big Brother.
Y'all be good,
April
Check out the new pictures on Facebook of Sadie Marie at her 6 month photo shoot.
Love y'all!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
I Heart Twilight.....Really? WTF.
Thanksgiving was a blast, my mom was here the entire week and I can tell you I had no idea what to do with two free hands and all that time! So, I had been challenged at work to try to read the Twilight books (I had been drinking the straight up haterade since they came out), but I wanted my boss to read the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl who Played with Fire, and the Girl who Kicked the Hornets Nest so, I compromised and told her if she would read the Stieg Larsson books I would TRY, please note the word TRY, to read Twilight. I finished up the horrible book I was reading called the Marriage Plot and bought ALL the Twilight books. I'm a bit obsessive when I start reading so whether I like the book or not I will read the entire thing so if I hate it I can hate on it properly!
There will be no more hating on Twilight. OMG. OMG. OMG. What a fantastic love story, with some action fighting scenes, and who knew vampires twinkle in the sun. Y'all can think whatever you want of me I am absolutely IN LOVE with these books. I could barely put them down while my mom was here so I got more than 1000 of the 1500 pages read in a week and then finished off the rest last week. OF COURSE, I then needed to immediately watch the first three movies, thanks to Michelle Gilbert!! I didn't have to wait long. I asked the baby daddy to watch them with me and he was reluctant of course......as was I but I convinced him and while the first two movies don't do the book justice, I am still won over. Eclipse was way closer to the book so I'm pumped to watch Breaking Dawn, chomping at the bit is more like it....... I feel so stupid even telling people I like them so much now, but I'm at one with it so I decided to share my thoughts. If I like them, they must be good!!
I can't say the same for the baby daddy........during the first two movies I, of course, had to stop and explain things to him because they left out SO much the movie felt piecy and did not flow for me.......all he kept asking was, "Where are the werewolves?" Of course, I should have known he wanted to see werewolves and vampires fight, but I also think he curosity got the better of him. He tried on more than one occassion a few nights to carry on a conversation with me while we were laying in bed before we went to sleep, he was watching TV and I was reading. I could feel his annoyance and I'm sure he could feel mine. I can't even remember a time when he talked so much:
Him: "Did you see that?'
Me: "What?"
Him: "I'm watching this show about the rocket scientists from Huntsville, aren't you interested?'
Me: "No"
Him: "What are you reading?"
Me: "Twilight"
Him: "UGH" annoyed expression
Me: "......."
Him: "Are you almost done?"
Me: "NO!"
Him: "UGH" annoyed expression
5 minutes later:
Him: "Ugh, this guy at work is killing me!" "I think I have an ulcer"
Me: Clearly annoyed, but trying to hide it. "Oh really what did he do?"
Him: "He can't say my name, he's beening working for me for months, calls me Teron." "Teron, Teron......"
Me: "Haha, that's funny", I go back to reading.
Him: "He's so annoying, he asks questions no body cares about"
Me: "Wow, that is annoying"
Him: "Are you paying attention?"
Me: "No"
Him: "UGH"
He used to be annoyed by my all the facebook stalking I did, so I gave that up, and NOW of course he's annoyed by all the reading I'm doing. SO FUNNY!
In anycase, I still think he's intrigued at my obsession with these books because now I have totally finished and started reading again. He has agreed to go see Breaking Dawn with me. I think he secretly wants to see how it ends.At least I'm not as bad as my boss who has read the books five, yes five times.
Here are some new pictures!
There will be no more hating on Twilight. OMG. OMG. OMG. What a fantastic love story, with some action fighting scenes, and who knew vampires twinkle in the sun. Y'all can think whatever you want of me I am absolutely IN LOVE with these books. I could barely put them down while my mom was here so I got more than 1000 of the 1500 pages read in a week and then finished off the rest last week. OF COURSE, I then needed to immediately watch the first three movies, thanks to Michelle Gilbert!! I didn't have to wait long. I asked the baby daddy to watch them with me and he was reluctant of course......as was I but I convinced him and while the first two movies don't do the book justice, I am still won over. Eclipse was way closer to the book so I'm pumped to watch Breaking Dawn, chomping at the bit is more like it....... I feel so stupid even telling people I like them so much now, but I'm at one with it so I decided to share my thoughts. If I like them, they must be good!!
I can't say the same for the baby daddy........during the first two movies I, of course, had to stop and explain things to him because they left out SO much the movie felt piecy and did not flow for me.......all he kept asking was, "Where are the werewolves?" Of course, I should have known he wanted to see werewolves and vampires fight, but I also think he curosity got the better of him. He tried on more than one occassion a few nights to carry on a conversation with me while we were laying in bed before we went to sleep, he was watching TV and I was reading. I could feel his annoyance and I'm sure he could feel mine. I can't even remember a time when he talked so much:
Him: "Did you see that?'
Me: "What?"
Him: "I'm watching this show about the rocket scientists from Huntsville, aren't you interested?'
Me: "No"
Him: "What are you reading?"
Me: "Twilight"
Him: "UGH" annoyed expression
Me: "......."
Him: "Are you almost done?"
Me: "NO!"
Him: "UGH" annoyed expression
5 minutes later:
Him: "Ugh, this guy at work is killing me!" "I think I have an ulcer"
Me: Clearly annoyed, but trying to hide it. "Oh really what did he do?"
Him: "He can't say my name, he's beening working for me for months, calls me Teron." "Teron, Teron......"
Me: "Haha, that's funny", I go back to reading.
Him: "He's so annoying, he asks questions no body cares about"
Me: "Wow, that is annoying"
Him: "Are you paying attention?"
Me: "No"
Him: "UGH"
He used to be annoyed by my all the facebook stalking I did, so I gave that up, and NOW of course he's annoyed by all the reading I'm doing. SO FUNNY!
In anycase, I still think he's intrigued at my obsession with these books because now I have totally finished and started reading again. He has agreed to go see Breaking Dawn with me. I think he secretly wants to see how it ends.At least I'm not as bad as my boss who has read the books five, yes five times.
Here are some new pictures!
Hey Isabelle!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Ferber or Focker?
So last night I was reading What to Expect the First Year and of course I'm skipping all the shit that tells you to buy organic fruit, lead paint warning, and don't let them eat dirt, (I mean why not I'm sure we all ate dirt at some point and survived). I appreciate their efforts, but I know I don't need to give my child alcohol. I think they should have titled this book, What to Expect the First Year for Dummies. I mean what did our parents do before there was What to expect the First Year? I LOVE the folks who wrote this book, but some of this crap is just put in there to scare the crap out of parents. Like for example, test the sand in the sand box, any sandbox, before allowing your child to play in it. If you make a pile and it forms a cloud, run, run for the hills, return the sand, it could harm your child. Did you read correctly, return the sand. Can you even do that? You can also test by putting the sand in water......it you stir and when the sand settles inspect the water. Is is cloudy? If so, return the sand. Sheesh, whatever happened to just letting your kids play in the dirt, eat the dirt, chew on the furniture, play with the dog toys........I've got news for these folks writing these parenting books. Parents be tired....if Sadie M wants to chews on the dogs rope and it keeps her occupied for more than 5 minutes, looks like we have a new toy. I, of course, will wash it, but I'm not going to tell the dogs they can't chew on it too. Learning to share is an important life lesson and let's get real, they lick her in the face. I can't stop it. Bailey is a licker, and Sadie Marie is just the right height in her bouncy seat.
OK, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little. I don't think I would let her chew on a dog toy but you get my point. I do not plan on taking a little bottle of water with me to every sandbox she plays in to test it before hand. I can see it now, "Excuse me, I have an announcement to make. You should all remove your kids from this sandbox. It's contaminated. Also, we need to call the city and return the sand." Now in Virginia, folks would probably grab their kids and run. In Alabama, I would be a crazy person. I'm just saying there's a difference in parenting culture.
Moving on to the real point of this blog. Ferber vs. Focker. I mean we have all heard of the Ferber method. Letting the child cry it out and soothe themself and I have been waiting for the day, What to Expect the First Year, gave me the green light to implement said method. I NEED to sleep and while I don't require much it's a problem when your child wakes up every 30 minutes wanting her pacifier and so last night I went Ferber on her ass. I'm already well aware my child is stubborn as an ox and but everytime I try something new, I hold on to some hope this one might be easy. NOPE.
She cried for an hour, took a break, and cried for 30 more minutes. It was the longest hour of my life, but we got through it and she finally went back to sleep on her own at 1230 AM. Please let me mention I never got to sleep after I laid her down at 830, so I'm just watching Bride Wars, watching and listening to her cry, wondering if Kate Hudson makes her self throw up to stay so skinny after two kids.
I have a video monitor (I think she knows I'm watching because she will stare into the camera with her demon like night vision eyes sometimes and NOT blink. It's actually quite creepy) so I had turned the volume down because I can hear her through the walls, but I was watching. I have never seen a child thrash about in such a manor, I'm surprised she has any hair left on the back of her head and at one point she had her pacifier in her hand waving it in defiance, then she flung it across the crib. Well done, Sadie M, I'm still not putting it back in your mouth, you should have done that.
Before you judge, understand I did not just abandon my poor crying child so I could sleep. I did get up in intervals to go an "soothe" her as they call it. First it was after 5 mintues......I went in, she did not care to see me, she's used to getting that pacifier......I abstaned and went back to my room. Ten minutes go by, I went back in sang her the Sadie M song, told her I loved her, and went back to bed. Fifteen minutes later.......rubbed her back, changed her outfit, because she had make herself sick and spit up everywhere, and put her back down. NO PACIFIER. Twenty minutes later......silence. I could not believe it. She was just laying there talking to herself probably wishing she was watching Bride Wars with me, and then after what I thought was 20 minutes of silence that would lead to sleep, crying commenced again. However, this time, I went in and turned her mobile on, didn't seem to work at first but after it was on a bit she quieted down, and FINALLY went to sleep after it cut off, so by this time is 1230 AM. I'm on my second round of Bride Wars and I'm questioning my sanity, but she was alseep so I went to sleep.
Now, y'all might think this is a little harsh, I mean we had been using the Focker method, with a double dose of Focker. I mean we loved and showered our child with the pacifier every single time she woke up. Every thirty minutes, every hour, whenever she needed because What to Expect said she was too young before now.......I realized today that I had decided her sleep is more important than my sleep and that is WRONG. She gets a 3 hour nap. I don't get no stinking nap, I would love a nap but working adults get zero nap time and we have to work. So while sleeping when she sleeps was great when I was on maternity leave, that shit is not going to fly anymore and so while last night was rough, trust me I did not love watching her lay there and cry, everything I have read and everyone I have talked to say now is the time to break her of the pacifier dependence. I mean it is NOT cute to see a three year old with a pacifier and let's get real, I be hating on those MTV teen moms who are still letting their two year old run around with a pacifier SO, in order to not be the hypocrite y'all know and love. I'm breaking the habit now so she will still love me in the morning since her little mind cannot form long terms memories yet :) Plus, What to Expect said it was OK.
Now, I have also realized I am making fun of a book I'm relying on, but hey it's what I do. Some of the tips and advice is good stuff, but of course they have to dumb it down for those idiots who really don't know what to expect and I don't want to try to tell anyone which parenting method is right for them. Just choose what works for you and don't apologize for it. Ferber or Fockerize them, it's your kid. Trust me I have learned you gotta do what you gotta do to get through the day and night. It's different for eveyone, so don't judge me but be aware I WILL judge you say when I see your two year old throwing apples at you in the grocery store because you won't give him is pacifier and you do nothing, I think you are raising a small crazy person to let them think it's OK to act that way because I think discipline is NECESSARY, but it's your kid, so you can rest assured I won't tell you what I think, I will just watch with judging eyes. You should also know and brace yourself for when you see my daughter is doing the same thing, I will politely walk her car and whip her little hiney when we get there because you can't whip kids in the produce section anymore. It's not sanitary.
I love my daughter and while I'm sure some whippings are in her future, she'll survive. I certainly care enough to write this blog so when she's my age I can break out a scrap book, and then she will understand why her daugther is also NOT a sleeper, payback is a bitch even when it comes in a very cute, tiny, package. :) She makes me earn my parent badge every day and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Y'all be good, love y'all. Enjoy some new pictures of my little nugget below!
April
OK, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little. I don't think I would let her chew on a dog toy but you get my point. I do not plan on taking a little bottle of water with me to every sandbox she plays in to test it before hand. I can see it now, "Excuse me, I have an announcement to make. You should all remove your kids from this sandbox. It's contaminated. Also, we need to call the city and return the sand." Now in Virginia, folks would probably grab their kids and run. In Alabama, I would be a crazy person. I'm just saying there's a difference in parenting culture.
Moving on to the real point of this blog. Ferber vs. Focker. I mean we have all heard of the Ferber method. Letting the child cry it out and soothe themself and I have been waiting for the day, What to Expect the First Year, gave me the green light to implement said method. I NEED to sleep and while I don't require much it's a problem when your child wakes up every 30 minutes wanting her pacifier and so last night I went Ferber on her ass. I'm already well aware my child is stubborn as an ox and but everytime I try something new, I hold on to some hope this one might be easy. NOPE.
She cried for an hour, took a break, and cried for 30 more minutes. It was the longest hour of my life, but we got through it and she finally went back to sleep on her own at 1230 AM. Please let me mention I never got to sleep after I laid her down at 830, so I'm just watching Bride Wars, watching and listening to her cry, wondering if Kate Hudson makes her self throw up to stay so skinny after two kids.
I have a video monitor (I think she knows I'm watching because she will stare into the camera with her demon like night vision eyes sometimes and NOT blink. It's actually quite creepy) so I had turned the volume down because I can hear her through the walls, but I was watching. I have never seen a child thrash about in such a manor, I'm surprised she has any hair left on the back of her head and at one point she had her pacifier in her hand waving it in defiance, then she flung it across the crib. Well done, Sadie M, I'm still not putting it back in your mouth, you should have done that.
Before you judge, understand I did not just abandon my poor crying child so I could sleep. I did get up in intervals to go an "soothe" her as they call it. First it was after 5 mintues......I went in, she did not care to see me, she's used to getting that pacifier......I abstaned and went back to my room. Ten minutes go by, I went back in sang her the Sadie M song, told her I loved her, and went back to bed. Fifteen minutes later.......rubbed her back, changed her outfit, because she had make herself sick and spit up everywhere, and put her back down. NO PACIFIER. Twenty minutes later......silence. I could not believe it. She was just laying there talking to herself probably wishing she was watching Bride Wars with me, and then after what I thought was 20 minutes of silence that would lead to sleep, crying commenced again. However, this time, I went in and turned her mobile on, didn't seem to work at first but after it was on a bit she quieted down, and FINALLY went to sleep after it cut off, so by this time is 1230 AM. I'm on my second round of Bride Wars and I'm questioning my sanity, but she was alseep so I went to sleep.
Now, y'all might think this is a little harsh, I mean we had been using the Focker method, with a double dose of Focker. I mean we loved and showered our child with the pacifier every single time she woke up. Every thirty minutes, every hour, whenever she needed because What to Expect said she was too young before now.......I realized today that I had decided her sleep is more important than my sleep and that is WRONG. She gets a 3 hour nap. I don't get no stinking nap, I would love a nap but working adults get zero nap time and we have to work. So while sleeping when she sleeps was great when I was on maternity leave, that shit is not going to fly anymore and so while last night was rough, trust me I did not love watching her lay there and cry, everything I have read and everyone I have talked to say now is the time to break her of the pacifier dependence. I mean it is NOT cute to see a three year old with a pacifier and let's get real, I be hating on those MTV teen moms who are still letting their two year old run around with a pacifier SO, in order to not be the hypocrite y'all know and love. I'm breaking the habit now so she will still love me in the morning since her little mind cannot form long terms memories yet :) Plus, What to Expect said it was OK.
Now, I have also realized I am making fun of a book I'm relying on, but hey it's what I do. Some of the tips and advice is good stuff, but of course they have to dumb it down for those idiots who really don't know what to expect and I don't want to try to tell anyone which parenting method is right for them. Just choose what works for you and don't apologize for it. Ferber or Fockerize them, it's your kid. Trust me I have learned you gotta do what you gotta do to get through the day and night. It's different for eveyone, so don't judge me but be aware I WILL judge you say when I see your two year old throwing apples at you in the grocery store because you won't give him is pacifier and you do nothing, I think you are raising a small crazy person to let them think it's OK to act that way because I think discipline is NECESSARY, but it's your kid, so you can rest assured I won't tell you what I think, I will just watch with judging eyes. You should also know and brace yourself for when you see my daughter is doing the same thing, I will politely walk her car and whip her little hiney when we get there because you can't whip kids in the produce section anymore. It's not sanitary.
I love my daughter and while I'm sure some whippings are in her future, she'll survive. I certainly care enough to write this blog so when she's my age I can break out a scrap book, and then she will understand why her daugther is also NOT a sleeper, payback is a bitch even when it comes in a very cute, tiny, package. :) She makes me earn my parent badge every day and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Y'all be good, love y'all. Enjoy some new pictures of my little nugget below!
April
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Having a Baby Makes You Stupid
So as I'm sure most of you know I was in the SEL the past week and a half and it was fabulous! I started this adventure with a trip to the airport and an airplane ride with Sadie Marie in tow all by myself! I have much to tell over the past week, and I want to start at the beginning but before I do, let me tell you why having a baby makes you stupid and what I am basing my diagnosis on.
1. Now that I have a baby, I can't remember shit. Even if I write it down I sometimes forget I have a list and thus I still forget shit at the grocery store or when I'm running errands.
2. My life now revolves around feeding, pumping, and just mothering in general.
Here is the supporting documentation,
In the last week I have:
1. Locked myself out of my mother's car, at a gas station, in Selma, AL, at 9 PM at night. THEN have to call my 83 year old grandmother to come bring me the extra key. Lib showed up with her boyfriend Buford. I was dressed as a giant woopie cushion since I was on my way to a Halloween party. I got a lecture about being out after dark in Selma, and THEN she told my mom I was wrapped in a pink blanket. AWESOME.
2. The baby daddy has to travel in November. I spent 500 bucks on tickets to the Cowboys/Redskins game. He asked me if he could travel and be back on Nov 20.....I said sure. On our way to Bham the other day I realized the game was Nov 20. Awesome. He now has to change his travel.
3. I pumped about 30 bags of breastmilk and put them in the deep freeze to have when I'm here. I left the effing door open the other day and did not venture back out there until a day and a half later. Not only was ALL my breastmilk spoiled but so was ALL the food in the deep freeze. AWESOME.
3. I came to Selma for Reagan's wedding and Jules' shower. I forgot to bring a dress to wear to the shower. AWESOME. And PS.....mom does not know that yet.
4. I had no idea I was the matron of honor in my best friends wedding until we were at the rehearsal dinner. Good thing I planned the bachelorette party huh? Sheesh. I agreed to it and CLEARLY was not paying attention.
4. I'm also sure there are a few other things I have of course forgotten........
Having a baby makes you or at least ME..........STU-PID.
Let's move on.......I will start from the beginning of the trip. I can't make this shit up.
Traffic in Northern VA is a BIATCH! We left for the airport (that is 60 miles away) at 10 AM and we arrived at 12 noon. Perfect at least I was smart enough to know that shit was gonna be jacked up even in the middle of the freaking day. Don't folks be working?!? Guess not, they were all on the road with me having wrecks and causing congestion. Anyway, we arrived at the airport via the Gilbert Express (Thanks Michelle for taking us!!) and it was official. I was attempting to take Sadie Marie on her first plane ride ALL ALONE. The baby daddy had to work until the next Thursday so it was do or die. I remember to put on my big girl panties that morning so we took a picture and captured the moment.
I purchased a used stroller just for this occassion because them folks be throwing your shit around under the plane and I was not interested in them tearing up my 200 dollar stroller so this one was perfect. I didn't worry about it getting roughed up and it let all the way back so she could sleep (wishful thinking). We strapped her in and headed for the terminal. Checking in was pretty easy. I drove the stroller with one and and pulled my bag with the other. I remembered Sadie M's birth certificate and we were on our way to security. I know folks be cringing when they see a stroller and packed full of this in the security line and I must say I was slow as molasses but I have a new found respect for folks who travel with kids. It SUCKS. I was scared to take my eyes off Sadie M, so luckily a nice gentleman behind me (who I'm sure was in a hurry) helped me get the stroller through security. I was trying to explain to them I had breastmilk and homemade baby food.......I totally got the brushoff......"They know what it is, they see it all the time". Great I also had some ice, anthrax, and drano in there. They did not even open my cooler!! I was pleased it was quick and worried it was quick all at the same time. Thank goodness I'm not a terrorist......if they every catch on that babies get special treatment, they gonna be recruiting toddlers.
I got through security and went to the "family restroom" to change her diaper. I have no idea what made this bathroom "family" but they didn't even have a freaking changing table......really?!? It was big enough for me to fit my whole family but I had to lay the stroller back and change her in there. Awesome. At least she didn't pee on me. So then on to McDonalds for a bit to eat and Sadie M watched the planes out the window while I ate. Then I fed her some pumpkin and squash (cold mind you) and we got on the plane. Now you KNOW these two folks probably wanted to exit the plane when I squeezed in between them but I didn't care I wanted to be close to the front of the plane. We said our pleasantries and I settled in with a VERY awake baby.
I started rocking......rocking.....rocking....and BOOM. She was asleep before we took off and slept the first hour of the flight while I chatted about Bama football. She woke up for about 30 minutes, realized I was still sitting next to the dude with a unibrow, and after she started at him for 15 minutes she was back out all the way until we touched down!! I could not believe it. It could not have gone better if I had given her benedryl! She got a littl fussy waiting for our luggage but hey, I was fussy by then too!
Of course Bush Hog had family fun day that next Saturday and Cunnie wanted to show off Sadie Marie so we packed our shit up and went. Angie brought Elsie and it was a family affair. Sadie Marie got drug all over the place and rode the train. Now Elsie LOVED the train, but some old MAN made Elsie wait because it could only hold so much weight. WHO DOES THAT. Only in Selma Alabama.
On to more adventures in the SEL. So we are eating all kinds of solids now, to include some cake icing via Michelle McKey yesterday at Reagan's wedding! Well with the intro of solids comes bigger and stinker poops. Now I don't know how many of y'all have actually watched another human being poop, but I was not a member of that club until about Tuesday this past week. I don't mean watching someone poop on a toilet either.
Last week I was changing a small poopy diaper and then it just started coming out like a snake. It was the most disgusting thing I have even seen or smelt. Sweet potatoes and pumpkin do not smell good on the other end of a 5 month old. Sadie M had both feet in her hands and was squealing with delight, she had clearly been working this poop up and was just waiting to release it on her loving mother....I then thought she was done waited a few seconds, put a new diaper under her, and BOOM more doodoo. It was the biggest dump I have ever seen from a baby. I bet it weighed as much as she did. She also did the same thing to my mom later that week. Then she went three days without pooping. On the way home she blew her diaper up like those huggies babies do to the whomp there it is song and I immediately stuck my finger in it when removing the diaper.......it was coming out the top and I was clearly not prepared for that in the starbucks parking lot that was doubling as a family restroom.
I went to Birmingham for Reagan's wedding on Friday night and had a blast. If y'all want to take pictures and get shit done, just give Kevin McKey a fart machine. We tried to take a picture of the bridesmaids for about an hour. Between the little bit of booze we had and that fart machine I almost peed in my pants.....twice. The next day was good, bridezilla showed up and I almost had to break my matron of honor heel off in one of the caterer's asses, but we got Meagan married off and ate a caramel apple. YUM. Sadie Marie also got her first taste of wedding cake. (Thanks Michelle M!) WE took photos for what seemed like 15 hours and I almost busted my ass falling off a hay bale taking said pictures.
It was fun though, we survived and luckily we had Cunnie, Lib, and the baby daddy in tow to help with Sadie M. Yep, it takes all 4 of us to take care of her. Y'all probably wonder how I do it when I'm home alone, well your guess is as good as mine.......I guess it's because I have Auntie JuJu and Uncle John Rob and the baby daddy in VA. Yep, it takes all 4 of us to take care of her in VA. SHIV........I need a nanny.
Anyway, we then we to Auntie JuJu's shower and we took Sadie M and Angie is brought my little cousin Elsie. We took some good pictures of Sadie M in her Halloween Costume and then we took her 5 month pictures. Here they are!
1. Now that I have a baby, I can't remember shit. Even if I write it down I sometimes forget I have a list and thus I still forget shit at the grocery store or when I'm running errands.
2. My life now revolves around feeding, pumping, and just mothering in general.
Here is the supporting documentation,
In the last week I have:
1. Locked myself out of my mother's car, at a gas station, in Selma, AL, at 9 PM at night. THEN have to call my 83 year old grandmother to come bring me the extra key. Lib showed up with her boyfriend Buford. I was dressed as a giant woopie cushion since I was on my way to a Halloween party. I got a lecture about being out after dark in Selma, and THEN she told my mom I was wrapped in a pink blanket. AWESOME.
2. The baby daddy has to travel in November. I spent 500 bucks on tickets to the Cowboys/Redskins game. He asked me if he could travel and be back on Nov 20.....I said sure. On our way to Bham the other day I realized the game was Nov 20. Awesome. He now has to change his travel.
3. I pumped about 30 bags of breastmilk and put them in the deep freeze to have when I'm here. I left the effing door open the other day and did not venture back out there until a day and a half later. Not only was ALL my breastmilk spoiled but so was ALL the food in the deep freeze. AWESOME.
3. I came to Selma for Reagan's wedding and Jules' shower. I forgot to bring a dress to wear to the shower. AWESOME. And PS.....mom does not know that yet.
4. I had no idea I was the matron of honor in my best friends wedding until we were at the rehearsal dinner. Good thing I planned the bachelorette party huh? Sheesh. I agreed to it and CLEARLY was not paying attention.
4. I'm also sure there are a few other things I have of course forgotten........
Having a baby makes you or at least ME..........STU-PID.
Let's move on.......I will start from the beginning of the trip. I can't make this shit up.
Traffic in Northern VA is a BIATCH! We left for the airport (that is 60 miles away) at 10 AM and we arrived at 12 noon. Perfect at least I was smart enough to know that shit was gonna be jacked up even in the middle of the freaking day. Don't folks be working?!? Guess not, they were all on the road with me having wrecks and causing congestion. Anyway, we arrived at the airport via the Gilbert Express (Thanks Michelle for taking us!!) and it was official. I was attempting to take Sadie Marie on her first plane ride ALL ALONE. The baby daddy had to work until the next Thursday so it was do or die. I remember to put on my big girl panties that morning so we took a picture and captured the moment.
I got through security and went to the "family restroom" to change her diaper. I have no idea what made this bathroom "family" but they didn't even have a freaking changing table......really?!? It was big enough for me to fit my whole family but I had to lay the stroller back and change her in there. Awesome. At least she didn't pee on me. So then on to McDonalds for a bit to eat and Sadie M watched the planes out the window while I ate. Then I fed her some pumpkin and squash (cold mind you) and we got on the plane. Now you KNOW these two folks probably wanted to exit the plane when I squeezed in between them but I didn't care I wanted to be close to the front of the plane. We said our pleasantries and I settled in with a VERY awake baby.
I started rocking......rocking.....rocking....and BOOM. She was asleep before we took off and slept the first hour of the flight while I chatted about Bama football. She woke up for about 30 minutes, realized I was still sitting next to the dude with a unibrow, and after she started at him for 15 minutes she was back out all the way until we touched down!! I could not believe it. It could not have gone better if I had given her benedryl! She got a littl fussy waiting for our luggage but hey, I was fussy by then too!
Of course Bush Hog had family fun day that next Saturday and Cunnie wanted to show off Sadie Marie so we packed our shit up and went. Angie brought Elsie and it was a family affair. Sadie Marie got drug all over the place and rode the train. Now Elsie LOVED the train, but some old MAN made Elsie wait because it could only hold so much weight. WHO DOES THAT. Only in Selma Alabama.
On to more adventures in the SEL. So we are eating all kinds of solids now, to include some cake icing via Michelle McKey yesterday at Reagan's wedding! Well with the intro of solids comes bigger and stinker poops. Now I don't know how many of y'all have actually watched another human being poop, but I was not a member of that club until about Tuesday this past week. I don't mean watching someone poop on a toilet either.
Last week I was changing a small poopy diaper and then it just started coming out like a snake. It was the most disgusting thing I have even seen or smelt. Sweet potatoes and pumpkin do not smell good on the other end of a 5 month old. Sadie M had both feet in her hands and was squealing with delight, she had clearly been working this poop up and was just waiting to release it on her loving mother....I then thought she was done waited a few seconds, put a new diaper under her, and BOOM more doodoo. It was the biggest dump I have ever seen from a baby. I bet it weighed as much as she did. She also did the same thing to my mom later that week. Then she went three days without pooping. On the way home she blew her diaper up like those huggies babies do to the whomp there it is song and I immediately stuck my finger in it when removing the diaper.......it was coming out the top and I was clearly not prepared for that in the starbucks parking lot that was doubling as a family restroom.
I went to Birmingham for Reagan's wedding on Friday night and had a blast. If y'all want to take pictures and get shit done, just give Kevin McKey a fart machine. We tried to take a picture of the bridesmaids for about an hour. Between the little bit of booze we had and that fart machine I almost peed in my pants.....twice. The next day was good, bridezilla showed up and I almost had to break my matron of honor heel off in one of the caterer's asses, but we got Meagan married off and ate a caramel apple. YUM. Sadie Marie also got her first taste of wedding cake. (Thanks Michelle M!) WE took photos for what seemed like 15 hours and I almost busted my ass falling off a hay bale taking said pictures.
It was fun though, we survived and luckily we had Cunnie, Lib, and the baby daddy in tow to help with Sadie M. Yep, it takes all 4 of us to take care of her. Y'all probably wonder how I do it when I'm home alone, well your guess is as good as mine.......I guess it's because I have Auntie JuJu and Uncle John Rob and the baby daddy in VA. Yep, it takes all 4 of us to take care of her in VA. SHIV........I need a nanny.
Anyway, we then we to Auntie JuJu's shower and we took Sadie M and Angie is brought my little cousin Elsie. We took some good pictures of Sadie M in her Halloween Costume and then we took her 5 month pictures. Here they are!
My sweet little duckie before she went to sleep. She had puked on EVERYONE earlier so she was zonked.
The cutest little Minnie Mouse EVER. Elsie and Cunnie
This is Elsie and My Aunt Peggy. It's seriously takes a posse to take care of our kids.
CANNOT believe it's been 5 months!
Happy Halloween!!
Friday, October 14, 2011
October Updates and Milestones
Well, over the past few DAYS things have changed. Sheesh, when folks tell you that your kids grow fast you don't belive them until your baby gets about 4.5 months old and she hits milestone, after milestone, and you realize you cannot keep up with her. Mostly because sleep hsa become a thing of the past, but no need for a pity party, we have a lot going on!!
Over the past few weeks we have graduated to solid foods, started LOVING the jumperoo (even though her feet don't touch the ground), rolling over, and now sitting up almost completely on her own. I mean really? These things are supposed to happen months or in the very least weeks apart right? Not in the Airhart house, I should have know she was like me........she gets ready do something, watch out because she's gonna make it happen.
So to catch y'all up, first we started solids. My last post was ALL about solids, I promise this is just a short paragraph. When we started solids I was kinda worried about them backing her up a bit since she is just four months old, however, I KNOW she's ready so we proceeded with zero caution. Wednesday when I woke up, I sent a note to the sitter:
"Susan,
Please bicycle her legs today for her "exercise" she has not pooped since Sunday."
If I had not pooped since Sunday, I would be a cranky pants, but not Sadie Marie, yes we have had serious bouts with gas over the past few days but all that gas has resulted in zero poop and it was not for trying. I wish I had a video of her as we were walking home from the sitter the other day. She grunted, bucked, tucked, and did everything that looked as if she was bout to poop out a toyota prius, but alas nada. Tuesday more of the same, the FINALLY as I send my love note to daycare I get a text from Susan at about 10AM:
"April, I can't belive I'm saying this but YAY! She pooped"
Whew, it was the best text of the week. They she proceeded to poop three more times that day and once yesterday morning! Even though with the introduction of solids, that makes her squishes be stank, we were very excited a pooping baby is a happy baby! I was also very excited as the baby daddy is currently enrolled in an EMT course and now thinks he knows all about babies. He comes home and tries to take the baby's pulse under in her bicep. He asked me if we have a rectal thermometer......WTF. I asked him if he wanted to take her temperature? He's just trying to show me he knows what's up. Roger that Airhart, now ease up. I'm glad he learned baby CPR, but I do not need to hear all the horror stories as if I don't already have enough to worry about!
On to Jumperoo fun!
She LOVES it and would probably love it even more if she could touch the floor! The one she has at daycare is shorter and, even with it set on the lowest level, the one I have at home is about 2 inches too high so Uncle John Robert donated some of his old school books to the Sadie Marie Jump foundation and presto! She has a duct taped platform that allows her to play like the big kids! Just another example of how duct tape can fix anything! I'm glad she likes it too, it give the baby daddy and I a little break and I mean sometimes I'm kinda jealous. I wish I had a seat to sit in that held me up with fun shit 360 degrees around me. I think I need to invent a bouncy seat for adults that includes a wine/beer dispenser, a place to hold your cell phone, IPAD, some chips, and maybe even a stationary bike underneath just so we don't get lazy. I'm a genius I know. Just let me know if you want one too.
Moving on.......
Yeseterday morning before work we were playing in the bed and FINALLY she rolled over twice, then I grab my phone to video tape it for the baby daddy and NADA. I swear she is totally like him when it comes to being in the spotlight! Does not love it. She freezes as soon as she sees the phone or camera pointed at her, it's so funny! I picked her up off her tummy and sat her up. BOOM, she sat there all by herself looking at the little dog trying to grab him, after about 30 seconds she kinda slumped to the side and thought it was hilarious!
I can't believe that one minute she is my tiny little baby, the next minute she weighs 16 lbs, is rolling, sitting, and grabbing for everything she can get, especially my plate at the dinner table!! She knocked the food bowl, along with all the squash in it, out of my hands last night, it did a 360 and landed all over her, me, her food tray, and the counter. Awesome. She's getting so big and exactly one week from now we will be taking our first plane ride.....ALONE.
That's right folks, I'm going to attempt a trip to Alabama all on my own on a plane with a 4.5 month old baby. The baby daddy is going to drop me off at BWI and I will be in charge of getting myself and Sadie Marie through security, to the gate, on the plane, and to BHM in one piece. Thank goodness they don't want me to fly the plane......I'm going to have my hands full. I have been reading the TSA website so I know all the rules but I have a feeling this is going to be an adventure. I mean what the hell am I supposed to do with miss priss when I have to pee? I'll figure it out I know, but I'm most worried about other folks in the airport. My biggest fear is to take my eyes off her for one second and have some crazy person touch her or take her. OMG, makes me sick to my stomach. Auntie JuJu has mentioned putting her in a bubble on more than one occassion, I want a bubble with a pad lock please. We will make it and I know it will be fine, it just the anticipation that is way worse than the actual event! I'm so excited about going to Alabama I will get over the worry, oh and I'm going to strap Sadie Marie to me after we get through security and dead bolt the lock!
After we arrive in AL we have a fun week with the family and friends as Reagan and Matt get married and Baby's First Halloween!!! AND I'm so stinking excited we are going to the pumpkin patch THIS weekend with some friends and Auntie JuJu, and then we have trunk or treat at Elkdale while in Alabama. Sadie Marie is going to be a duck and she has the cutest little duckie outfit I cannot wait. I will be sure to update on those two outtings ASAP.
**On a side note, the baby daddy came homes from said EMT course daily and tells me what he has learned about babies. Sheesh, I don't want to hear most of it (it's sad and scary) but yesterday and told he could now deliver a baby......he knew all about child birth. OK.......I guess that is what they covered in class yesterday and he comes home talking to me about eclampsia, breech position, C-sections, and so on and so on. Sheesh......if only he had taken this course BEFORE I spent 12 hours in labor. I think he wants to deliver our next baby. Yikes, not gonna happen. Could you imagine!?! I've already decided he's going to be a doctor for Halloween and I know he secretly wants me to buy him a stethscope.
Love y'all!
A
Over the past few weeks we have graduated to solid foods, started LOVING the jumperoo (even though her feet don't touch the ground), rolling over, and now sitting up almost completely on her own. I mean really? These things are supposed to happen months or in the very least weeks apart right? Not in the Airhart house, I should have know she was like me........she gets ready do something, watch out because she's gonna make it happen.
So to catch y'all up, first we started solids. My last post was ALL about solids, I promise this is just a short paragraph. When we started solids I was kinda worried about them backing her up a bit since she is just four months old, however, I KNOW she's ready so we proceeded with zero caution. Wednesday when I woke up, I sent a note to the sitter:
"Susan,
Please bicycle her legs today for her "exercise" she has not pooped since Sunday."
If I had not pooped since Sunday, I would be a cranky pants, but not Sadie Marie, yes we have had serious bouts with gas over the past few days but all that gas has resulted in zero poop and it was not for trying. I wish I had a video of her as we were walking home from the sitter the other day. She grunted, bucked, tucked, and did everything that looked as if she was bout to poop out a toyota prius, but alas nada. Tuesday more of the same, the FINALLY as I send my love note to daycare I get a text from Susan at about 10AM:
"April, I can't belive I'm saying this but YAY! She pooped"
Whew, it was the best text of the week. They she proceeded to poop three more times that day and once yesterday morning! Even though with the introduction of solids, that makes her squishes be stank, we were very excited a pooping baby is a happy baby! I was also very excited as the baby daddy is currently enrolled in an EMT course and now thinks he knows all about babies. He comes home and tries to take the baby's pulse under in her bicep. He asked me if we have a rectal thermometer......WTF. I asked him if he wanted to take her temperature? He's just trying to show me he knows what's up. Roger that Airhart, now ease up. I'm glad he learned baby CPR, but I do not need to hear all the horror stories as if I don't already have enough to worry about!
On to Jumperoo fun!
She LOVES it and would probably love it even more if she could touch the floor! The one she has at daycare is shorter and, even with it set on the lowest level, the one I have at home is about 2 inches too high so Uncle John Robert donated some of his old school books to the Sadie Marie Jump foundation and presto! She has a duct taped platform that allows her to play like the big kids! Just another example of how duct tape can fix anything! I'm glad she likes it too, it give the baby daddy and I a little break and I mean sometimes I'm kinda jealous. I wish I had a seat to sit in that held me up with fun shit 360 degrees around me. I think I need to invent a bouncy seat for adults that includes a wine/beer dispenser, a place to hold your cell phone, IPAD, some chips, and maybe even a stationary bike underneath just so we don't get lazy. I'm a genius I know. Just let me know if you want one too.
Please notice the red books on the floor....she's a munchkin like her mama!
Moving on.......
Yeseterday morning before work we were playing in the bed and FINALLY she rolled over twice, then I grab my phone to video tape it for the baby daddy and NADA. I swear she is totally like him when it comes to being in the spotlight! Does not love it. She freezes as soon as she sees the phone or camera pointed at her, it's so funny! I picked her up off her tummy and sat her up. BOOM, she sat there all by herself looking at the little dog trying to grab him, after about 30 seconds she kinda slumped to the side and thought it was hilarious!
I can't believe that one minute she is my tiny little baby, the next minute she weighs 16 lbs, is rolling, sitting, and grabbing for everything she can get, especially my plate at the dinner table!! She knocked the food bowl, along with all the squash in it, out of my hands last night, it did a 360 and landed all over her, me, her food tray, and the counter. Awesome. She's getting so big and exactly one week from now we will be taking our first plane ride.....ALONE.
I hope she sleeps like this on the plane!
That's right folks, I'm going to attempt a trip to Alabama all on my own on a plane with a 4.5 month old baby. The baby daddy is going to drop me off at BWI and I will be in charge of getting myself and Sadie Marie through security, to the gate, on the plane, and to BHM in one piece. Thank goodness they don't want me to fly the plane......I'm going to have my hands full. I have been reading the TSA website so I know all the rules but I have a feeling this is going to be an adventure. I mean what the hell am I supposed to do with miss priss when I have to pee? I'll figure it out I know, but I'm most worried about other folks in the airport. My biggest fear is to take my eyes off her for one second and have some crazy person touch her or take her. OMG, makes me sick to my stomach. Auntie JuJu has mentioned putting her in a bubble on more than one occassion, I want a bubble with a pad lock please. We will make it and I know it will be fine, it just the anticipation that is way worse than the actual event! I'm so excited about going to Alabama I will get over the worry, oh and I'm going to strap Sadie Marie to me after we get through security and dead bolt the lock!
After we arrive in AL we have a fun week with the family and friends as Reagan and Matt get married and Baby's First Halloween!!! AND I'm so stinking excited we are going to the pumpkin patch THIS weekend with some friends and Auntie JuJu, and then we have trunk or treat at Elkdale while in Alabama. Sadie Marie is going to be a duck and she has the cutest little duckie outfit I cannot wait. I will be sure to update on those two outtings ASAP.
**On a side note, the baby daddy came homes from said EMT course daily and tells me what he has learned about babies. Sheesh, I don't want to hear most of it (it's sad and scary) but yesterday and told he could now deliver a baby......he knew all about child birth. OK.......I guess that is what they covered in class yesterday and he comes home talking to me about eclampsia, breech position, C-sections, and so on and so on. Sheesh......if only he had taken this course BEFORE I spent 12 hours in labor. I think he wants to deliver our next baby. Yikes, not gonna happen. Could you imagine!?! I've already decided he's going to be a doctor for Halloween and I know he secretly wants me to buy him a stethscope.
Love y'all!
A
Friday, October 7, 2011
Finally! Solid Foods!
So it's been a while since I last posted and that is simply because we have been BUSY! I went back to work, the baby daddy started traveling for work again, and Sadie Marie has gotten BIG. She looks like the michelin man and the stay puff marshmellow had a baby. We just had her four month appointment and WOW she has gone up to 16lbs and is 24.5 inches long. Thank goodness she grew four inches.......we moved up to the 60th percentile in height (up from 20th) and also up to the 95th in weight. I can handle moving up a weight class as long as height follows. She's still a munchkin though!
So as you can see from the title we have graduated to solid foods. I'm so glad to because my little nugget is HUNGRY! I'm still breastfeeding, but she has been really interested in what we are doing at the table every night. The baby daddy, myself, Uncle John Rob, and Auntie JuJu sit at the table and Sadie Marie sits in her counter top swing and watches.......well now she wants to sit in my lap and put her hands on the table or in my food. She is SO nosy and SO interested I started rice cereal a week before her 4 month appointment. It was hilarious. If you want to see the video go to my facebook page and enjoy. She was flapping her little arms and SO excited to get some real food. She is still the milk monster but now we can add veggie monster to the resume.
My mom came to visit last weekend and I waited until then to start with sweet potatoes. I'm making my own baby food and so I wanted to let Cunnie feed her those first. Most children make huge messes on their own during their first feedings. They are not sure exactly how to swallow, the food and spoon are foreign objects, and they have a reflex that makes them spit it out. NOT Sadie Marie. She made a small mess, which was egged on by the feeder but this child swallows, she will guide the spoon to her mouth, she does not want to waste anything, AND is unhappy when it's gone. SHEESH child, at least give your tummy some time to get used to it before I increase the intake!! You know she my child though.....I have a cast iron stomach and clearly she does too. We added carrots to the menu on Wednesday and again HUGE success. She loves them. I'm going add something new this weekend I think. Butternut squash perhaps..... I love butternut squash. It looks funny and has a great name. Even Uncle John Rob will eat butternut squash fries........
I have read a lot over the past weeks about making your own baby food and how you can really just mush or process whatever you are eating and feed to them. I don't know how I feel about processing up chicken and I know that will come later after we have done veggies and fruits, but still kinda grosses me out to think about processing up chicken, adding some breastmilk, and feeding it to my baby. Think about red meat........processed. YUCK. However, in the spirit of making my own I'm going to suck it up, find some good recipes, and grind away as soon as we get there. OF course I'm going to add Lea and Perrin's worchestershire sauce to my red meat and some southern flavor....gotta start her off right. Plus I already know she likes it.....mom stuck a piece of steak slathered in it to her nose last weekend at Outback and if she could have gummed it up she would have, she opened wide!!
I will say that starting solids has solidified her poop. She still squishes but yesterday after her main course of carrots with a side of milk, she has a perfectly smooshed carrot in her diaper. It was hilarious and I also have to say I'm not longer a tub poop virgin. She totally got me the other night. Carrots = poop. I'm reading "Elmo Loves Opposites" and SQUISH. SO funny. It was like we were in the pits changing tires at the Talladega 500 trying to get her wrapped up and back to her room for a diaper before the second squish arrived. (there is always a second squish!)
It's so funny........I NEVER thought in a million years I would be this kind of mom. One who WANTS to breastfeed for a year and WANTS to make her own babyfood. It used to be all about April, but now it's all about Sadie Marie and sometimes it's about me. I also try to work in a little time for the baby daddy too. He deserves it and when I see how some of my friend's husbands act....WOW does he deserve it! LOVE YOU AIRHART. We both want to give her the best we can and the best of us. She's a little terror sometimes, but when she farts, smiles, and laughs who can remember she was up at 3 AM screaming?
So, over the coming months I get to come to AL in October AND December. I'm so excited. We will be home for Halloween! Sadie Marie's duckie outfit has been ordered! John Rob and Jules are getting married in December. Reagan and Matt in October. I LOVE a good wedding and Cunnie with get some good quality time with the little nugget while the baby daddy and I have some quality alone time :)
Below are some new pictures and eating experiences. HILARIOUS!
Her first trip to church.
She has just gotten big enough (well almost) for a boucy seat! She LOVES them.
YUM, Carrots!! Can I please lick the spoon clean?
Her newest hat! She's real excited as you can see. :)
Love y'all,
A
Monday, September 12, 2011
Deep Thoughts with Sadie Marie
Not really much to blog about in the past few days cept for the fact that I'm exhausted due to the fact that Miss Priss now enjoys staying awake from about 4 AM to 6 AM, laughing and talking to herself and her critters on her mobile. It's pretty funny I will admit, but it's not funny at 4 AM when you have to get up at 7 AM for work. I'm usually up every hour between 9 and 1, I get three hours of sleep and then I'm up. Oh well, at least it's a routine I guess. Please note my scarasm. WTF Sadie Marie. Go the F to sleep. :)
I know one thing I am grateful for....I'm grateful I didn't get my wish for twins. Sheesh, what a hot mess that would have been. I'm kidding, I'm kidding but for realskis.....thank goodness for ONE little girl.
Over the past few days I have been rearranging all the photos on the walls and getting ready for a big BBQ we are having this weekend for the end of the summer. I realized what a good looking family I got. We have all our teeth, no one is wearing a wife beater, (well by itself anyway), and I have a beautiful baby girl who everyone thinks is pretty stinking cute. I got all my professional photos today too and to say the least I spent over a hundred bucks on frames this weekend. It's a project too to put up a wall that is essentially an ode to Sadie Marie.
This morning I decided to get up at 7, like I had a choice, and get my day started and while I was getting ready Sadie Marie was on the bed, full as a wood tick, and the below video is the conversation she was having with the bed it seems. The child is an enigma, she chatters away until I get the video camera on her and then she's silent. SO funny. She also will chat with Theron, but mom.....NADA. She laughs and squeals at me, but has no desire to have a conversation with her dear mother. I birthed you child, the least you can do is talk to me. The baby daddy loves it that he has one up on me. WHATEVER. I'm hoping she says Mama first so I can rub that in his face.
Even after almost eight years of marriage I still love the baby daddy and as you can see we have a healthy level of competition and humor alive in our relationship and since he already knows what I got him for our anniversary on September 27, I guess I will tell y'all just in case you were wondering what an awesome wife he has. I got tickets to see the Cowboys play the Redskins here in DC AND I'm taking him fishing the first weekend in October. Yeah, I'm kinda awesome and he even admits it when I buy him good stuff.
Anyways, here's the video of Sadie Marie talking to the bed or herself. I'm not sure.
Love y'all!
April
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