I'll just throw it out there. I have a very odd child. Everything has to be just perfect. Its the most noticeable at bedtime. This is the ritual we have somehow managed to create:
Cuddle time to "relax" but usually it is just a wresting match with daddy.
In her room we read a book, or two, or three....
Call dad (or me if its daddy's turn for bedtime) in for a prayer.
Potty
Drink
Hugs and Kisses
Ok, so that part is pretty normal. But if we try to do something out of order, she won't have it.
But here is the kicker.
She needs her cow baby (a baby doll in a cow costume) and her naked baby (it is plastic and takes baths) to be lined against the wall.
Her cookie jar (a toy that you put shapes in.) goes on the bottom of her bed.
Her two tiny babies have to be next to each other in a blanket. The other ones don't go in a blanket.
Her laptop toy has to be on her bed somewhere.
She neeeeeeds her cell phone. it goes under her pillow. (she also must take it with her when she goes potty and puts it right outside the door with her Maggie Moo)
All of a sudden she needs her toy mop by her.
She watches a movie to go to sleep. (I know, I know, not my finest parenting moment. But she is scared of the dark and silence, so that was the only way to get her to calm down. Seriously. It all started with her fear of Santa, and everything we did to calm her down, besides having her in our bed, failed and left both Zoey and parents in shambles). Her DVD player goes against the wall up by her pillow. It MUST be plugged in. And the plug MUST be in the outlet by the door, not the plug right by where it is.
She has to sleep with her white quilt with the flowers facing her and the stripes outward.
Then her purple blanket goes on her feet.
She sleeps with Maggie Moo and her pink baby in each arm.
If anything, I mean ANYTHING is out of place it is pointless to think that she will go to sleep. Everything must be in the right place or she just screams that its wrong. Which in her language is "the purple one!!!" meaning she wants something different from its current condition.
Needless to say, I have a very picky child. I love her. But bedtime can get a little crazy sometimes if earlier that day she played in her room and moved everything from her bed and I have to find everything to put in the right location.
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
December 6th
A day in the life of dearest Zoey.
Starts out with tickling mommy on the face. then a little climbing on mommy, only to get thrown off, which is even more fun than the initial conquest.
Then she potties all by herself.
Zoey picks out her clothes to wear today for her and her baby, Baby is in a tank top and a hat, and Zoey is wearing her swimsuit. I don't question her.
She eats ereo and mik: Cheerios and milk and gets mad when I give her juice instead or rite (sprite). I gotta be a parent on some things, right?
And now she is cooking with her little pots and pans and fruit snacks. She made me break the fruit snacks in little pieces and put in all her pans. And i believe she is now putting them in her pocket.
Man, life is rough when you are two.
Starts out with tickling mommy on the face. then a little climbing on mommy, only to get thrown off, which is even more fun than the initial conquest.
Then she potties all by herself.
Zoey picks out her clothes to wear today for her and her baby, Baby is in a tank top and a hat, and Zoey is wearing her swimsuit. I don't question her.
She eats ereo and mik: Cheerios and milk and gets mad when I give her juice instead or rite (sprite). I gotta be a parent on some things, right?
And now she is cooking with her little pots and pans and fruit snacks. She made me break the fruit snacks in little pieces and put in all her pans. And i believe she is now putting them in her pocket.
Man, life is rough when you are two.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
sick baby
Lets just hope that that is the last 3 am puke fest I have to deal with for a while. Poor Zoey. But at least she could tell me owwie before it happened. So I didn't have to clean up the whole bed. Just a pillow. And she told me when she needed to potty three times in 30 minutes. Super glad I didn't have to clean THOSE diapers. Her belly did not feel good at all. :(
Is it nap time yet?
Is it nap time yet?
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
How I woke up
kinda.... Chris brought our little angel in before he left for work because she was crying. So we slept for about 30 minutes in our bed. Then all of a sudden I heard her singing. It had a lot of BEEPs in it, and multiple NoNoNoNos, and a bunch of Zoey language.
Where she gets these things, I don't know.
Where she gets these things, I don't know.
Then she gave me some big smackers on the lips. Followed by a wet willey. Naturally.
Love her!!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Conversations
Zoey: Bubbles!! Bubbles!!
Mom: Bubbles? I don't see any bubbles. Where are the bubbles?
Zoey: Bubbles! (pointing to the rocks on the ground)
Mom: Oh do you mean rocks?
Zoey: Yeah. Bubbles!(nodding head)
Mom: No, Zoey, those are rocks.
Zoey: Rock.
This is about the first verbal conversation we have had, isn't it cute??
Mom: Bubbles? I don't see any bubbles. Where are the bubbles?
Zoey: Bubbles! (pointing to the rocks on the ground)
Mom: Oh do you mean rocks?
Zoey: Yeah. Bubbles!(nodding head)
Mom: No, Zoey, those are rocks.
Zoey: Rock.
This is about the first verbal conversation we have had, isn't it cute??
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Not a very exciting story.
So Tuesday I went to the store to get dinner. They had their deli meat on sale so I decided to get stuff for French Dip Sandwiches the next night (last night). I was all excited because I was being prepared and I wouldn't have to run to the store again.
Well, last night Chris told me that his dad was going to stay with us because they were going to be working late. So in my infinite wisdom I ran to the store to get more bread because 4 rolls wasn't going to cut it for two meat lovin men. Zoey and I were super duper fast. She was well behaved. It was a perfect store run. I then ran over to my mom's to hang out for a little bit to kill time until dinner. Then Chris calls again and says that his dad wants a bell pepper and onion to put on his sandwich. And I needed more meet. (why didn't I think about that! grrrr) Dang, so off to the store again. This time I wasn't so lucky with Zoey. She ended up falling asleep on the way there, so she was miss grumpy gills for me waking her up. So we went to the bakery and got her a cookie. I am not above bribery with my child. Sometimes it is the only thing possible. lol. So she ended up just sitting on my purse eating her cookie while I got the last few things. The roast beef went off sale, so I ended up paying more for half the amount I got last night. bummer.
So, somehow I managed to go to the store twice in one day without a tantrum. I usually get like 4 in one trip. It was lovely. And then we got home. And well....my perfect angel was no longer an angel.
The End.
Well, last night Chris told me that his dad was going to stay with us because they were going to be working late. So in my infinite wisdom I ran to the store to get more bread because 4 rolls wasn't going to cut it for two meat lovin men. Zoey and I were super duper fast. She was well behaved. It was a perfect store run. I then ran over to my mom's to hang out for a little bit to kill time until dinner. Then Chris calls again and says that his dad wants a bell pepper and onion to put on his sandwich. And I needed more meet. (why didn't I think about that! grrrr) Dang, so off to the store again. This time I wasn't so lucky with Zoey. She ended up falling asleep on the way there, so she was miss grumpy gills for me waking her up. So we went to the bakery and got her a cookie. I am not above bribery with my child. Sometimes it is the only thing possible. lol. So she ended up just sitting on my purse eating her cookie while I got the last few things. The roast beef went off sale, so I ended up paying more for half the amount I got last night. bummer.
So, somehow I managed to go to the store twice in one day without a tantrum. I usually get like 4 in one trip. It was lovely. And then we got home. And well....my perfect angel was no longer an angel.
The End.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
1 year ago. repost
So Zo's birthday is this Friday. I'm kinda busy with work, interviews, and her party. But I wanted to mention something about it. Because being amother of a 2 year old is a big deal. So I am posting what I did this time last year. I hope that I can write that well again one day. lol. So every time it says one year ago, just fix it and think two years ago. :)
One year to the minute I was in my 7th hour of labor. I was crying from pain. (remember I didn't get an epi until 12 hours in...). I was scared to death that these 9 months had come and gone. I was going to have to be responsible for more than just myself. I was going to have a screaming (hopefully), beautiful (obviously) baby girl (if all predictions were right). I was finally able to see this precious bundle in all her glory: touch her soft skin, smell her sweet smell. I also was coming to the reality that I now had to share her. She was no longer just mine, she would soon be the worlds. Daddy would want to see her, grandmas, grandpas, aunts, friends. She no longer would be "my baby." I was going to be alone again (kinda). One year ago, I had heard of all the changes in my life that were about to come forth. I knew as soon as I saw her "I'd fall in love." I didn't know how deep that love could be, what it could make you do.
I didn't know the deep gratitude I would have to my Heavenly Father for blessing me with such an amazing miracle. I didn't know that I would one day be covered in poop, spit up, pee, yet be smiling and laughing, for my daughter laughed at her diaper flinging across the room. I didn't know that signing the discharge papers for her as "mother" would throw chills down my spine. One year ago, I wasn't aware of this secret club going on known as motherhood. One year ago I was so excited that I wouldn't be responsible for anything bad that would happen because of my diabetes. Having her out of me, in my vision, was going to be such a relief. Now, I would give anything to be able to protect her that way again. I wish I could cover her up every time she fell. I wish I could eat 3 meals a day, drink water, and get enough sleep and know I was doing everything in my power to protect her. Now, I only wish it was that simple.
A year ago, I never cared about babies. I had never changed a diaper. I had never held a newborn longer than a minute, let alone change its clothes or burped it. I didn't know breastfeeding would be one of the hardest challenges I'd face this year, but one of the most rewarding when we were finally successful. I didn't know I would cry when I no longer produced enough milk to satisfy her and I knew these moments that were just ours were going to be over forever. I never know how much I could cry and cry and cry about her reaching a milestone, because it meant that she had finally succeeded, but was also getting more independent with each one.
I didn't realize how she would change my relationship with my husband. We have learned to compromise. We have learned to care about more than just ourselves. I have learned that I married one of the kindest men out there. He is so in love with Zoey. A year ago, I didn't know how much I wouldn't mind seeing him light up when he kissed another girl--how much I would love seeing his eyes look only at her in a way I have never seen before. I was scared of loosing "us." We never lost us, we just made it better. I didn't know how much I'd hate going in public with him and not have my darling daughter, because people wouldn't know that I'm a mom, he is a dad. They wouldn't know this sweet little girl was mine. I didn't realize I'd feel guilty of being somewhere and they not know I'm a mom.
I've been bit, puked on, pooped on, kicked, and bonked. I've been attacked with kisses and ran to as soon as I walked in the room. I've been loved in a way I'll never be able to explain. I've had my heart riped out, only to beat in another. I've felt God's love on this earth. I've seen the world in a new, amazing light. I am honored to be called a mom, and be blessed with such an amazing daughter. I now know what love is, what it can do. I am eternally grateful to be able to say that yes, this crazy, screaming, opinionated little girl is mine.
One year to the minute I was in my 7th hour of labor. I was crying from pain. (remember I didn't get an epi until 12 hours in...). I was scared to death that these 9 months had come and gone. I was going to have to be responsible for more than just myself. I was going to have a screaming (hopefully), beautiful (obviously) baby girl (if all predictions were right). I was finally able to see this precious bundle in all her glory: touch her soft skin, smell her sweet smell. I also was coming to the reality that I now had to share her. She was no longer just mine, she would soon be the worlds. Daddy would want to see her, grandmas, grandpas, aunts, friends. She no longer would be "my baby." I was going to be alone again (kinda). One year ago, I had heard of all the changes in my life that were about to come forth. I knew as soon as I saw her "I'd fall in love." I didn't know how deep that love could be, what it could make you do.
I didn't know the deep gratitude I would have to my Heavenly Father for blessing me with such an amazing miracle. I didn't know that I would one day be covered in poop, spit up, pee, yet be smiling and laughing, for my daughter laughed at her diaper flinging across the room. I didn't know that signing the discharge papers for her as "mother" would throw chills down my spine. One year ago, I wasn't aware of this secret club going on known as motherhood. One year ago I was so excited that I wouldn't be responsible for anything bad that would happen because of my diabetes. Having her out of me, in my vision, was going to be such a relief. Now, I would give anything to be able to protect her that way again. I wish I could cover her up every time she fell. I wish I could eat 3 meals a day, drink water, and get enough sleep and know I was doing everything in my power to protect her. Now, I only wish it was that simple.
A year ago, I never cared about babies. I had never changed a diaper. I had never held a newborn longer than a minute, let alone change its clothes or burped it. I didn't know breastfeeding would be one of the hardest challenges I'd face this year, but one of the most rewarding when we were finally successful. I didn't know I would cry when I no longer produced enough milk to satisfy her and I knew these moments that were just ours were going to be over forever. I never know how much I could cry and cry and cry about her reaching a milestone, because it meant that she had finally succeeded, but was also getting more independent with each one.
I didn't realize how she would change my relationship with my husband. We have learned to compromise. We have learned to care about more than just ourselves. I have learned that I married one of the kindest men out there. He is so in love with Zoey. A year ago, I didn't know how much I wouldn't mind seeing him light up when he kissed another girl--how much I would love seeing his eyes look only at her in a way I have never seen before. I was scared of loosing "us." We never lost us, we just made it better. I didn't know how much I'd hate going in public with him and not have my darling daughter, because people wouldn't know that I'm a mom, he is a dad. They wouldn't know this sweet little girl was mine. I didn't realize I'd feel guilty of being somewhere and they not know I'm a mom.
I've been bit, puked on, pooped on, kicked, and bonked. I've been attacked with kisses and ran to as soon as I walked in the room. I've been loved in a way I'll never be able to explain. I've had my heart riped out, only to beat in another. I've felt God's love on this earth. I've seen the world in a new, amazing light. I am honored to be called a mom, and be blessed with such an amazing daughter. I now know what love is, what it can do. I am eternally grateful to be able to say that yes, this crazy, screaming, opinionated little girl is mine.
Friday, June 3, 2011
playdough, rice crispy treats, and two parks! What more can a lil girl ask for.
Today I woke up kinda early. Ok. it was only 9. But Zo was still asleep so I actually got some stuff done. I did my hair and makeup! That never happens around here. Then I decided to make Zoey some playdough. Its actually really easy! I'm all for easy. AND there is no nastyness in it. Its all edible...not that a bunch of salt, flour, oil, and water actually tastes good.
Zoey woke up around 10:30. Which was heaven since she hasn't been sleeping good and has be on one for the last couple days. I gave her the playdough to play with. She wasn't a fan. She just pushed it out of her way and pretended it wasn't there. But I guess that's ok. I doesn't look all that pretty. And we all know that Zoey loves pretty things. We will try again when she is a little bigger.
Then we got this bright idea to go to the park with the puppy. Then we got an even greater idea to go to the park with Connor. He is a little boy who was born roughly 1455 minutes after Zoey. I went to school with his mom, Bridget, back in the day, but she was a grade above me. Then we became facebook friends when we were pregnant and started reading each other's blogs. We have wanted to get them together for a while, especially since he is obsessed with cows like Zo.
So we went to the park. Zoey was strange and just wanted to be help or sit on my lap. Connor on the other hand was having a fabulous time running everywhere. She was the smart mommy and brought a camera. So you can see the fabulous playdate here. You will laugh. She is pretty darn funny. And Connor is a cutie.
But you can see for yourself.
We got home and surprised dad with so rice crispy treats. I have been having a hankerin for some crispy rice mallow goodness for a while now. So I figured today would be a perfect day.
Zo actually liked this part of the day. Go figure. Bribe her with food and she is golden.
Then we got this bright idea to go to the park with the puppy. Then we got an even greater idea to go to the park with Connor. He is a little boy who was born roughly 1455 minutes after Zoey. I went to school with his mom, Bridget, back in the day, but she was a grade above me. Then we became facebook friends when we were pregnant and started reading each other's blogs. We have wanted to get them together for a while, especially since he is obsessed with cows like Zo.
So we went to the park. Zoey was strange and just wanted to be help or sit on my lap. Connor on the other hand was having a fabulous time running everywhere. She was the smart mommy and brought a camera. So you can see the fabulous playdate here. You will laugh. She is pretty darn funny. And Connor is a cutie.
But you can see for yourself.
We got home and surprised dad with so rice crispy treats. I have been having a hankerin for some crispy rice mallow goodness for a while now. So I figured today would be a perfect day.
Zo actually liked this part of the day. Go figure. Bribe her with food and she is golden.
(Yes, I stuck a fork in it and called it done. ha ha ha ha. I am one funny person.)
We ended the day with a "big salad" (also known as a salad with anything I can find that is salad like. Today it was chicken, bacon, saltine crackers (Its a hubby thing...but pretty good actually!) and cucumber.) and some worn out children.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
I know my heart, I know my mind.
...I know that I'm stuck up behind.
My mom used to say that to me all the time. But all kidding aside...
This is why I can't do much grocery shopping by myself. I tell her no, and she starts Tantrum WWIII.
Yes, this is her being angry with mom, not just being silly.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Bath Monster
Today I thought we would have fun and give Zoey a big, fun bubble bath.
Every young child's dream, right???
NOPE!
I'm pretty sure this is what she saw...
Becase she was horribly horribly scared of the bubbles.
The End.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
break
I'm sorry, but I will be taking a break from the blog for a while. Its a bit much for me to be going to school full time and working 25ish hours a week with Zoey. So to be the best mommy I can be this is going to have to go to the side for a while. The semester ends in April, so expect a nice sorry I've been gone so long blog.
But on a happy note, I'm taking a Children's Lit class so I'm reading 29 books. Thats not the happy part, the happy part is that Zoey's Library will be increasing a lot this semester, and we will be spending some fun time at the Library. :)
But on a happy note, I'm taking a Children's Lit class so I'm reading 29 books. Thats not the happy part, the happy part is that Zoey's Library will be increasing a lot this semester, and we will be spending some fun time at the Library. :)
Thursday, December 30, 2010
What I will teach my daughter
This weekend I learned a few things that I want Zoey to understand.
*I want her to know the importance of being graceful in ones actions.
*If she says one thing I hope she realizes that it still applies when the tables are turned.
*Life is not a matter of what you are doing, but who you are doing it with.
*Family comes first. I know there will be a time when she thinks otherwise, but eventually, I hope, she will understand that family is our most important asset in life.
*Running around in a diaper will one day be unacceptable. :)
I hope you all had a great Christmas and are enjoying the holidays together with those you love.
Now, I am going to enjoy my sisters while they visit for a few days.
*I want her to know the importance of being graceful in ones actions.
*If she says one thing I hope she realizes that it still applies when the tables are turned.
*Life is not a matter of what you are doing, but who you are doing it with.
*Family comes first. I know there will be a time when she thinks otherwise, but eventually, I hope, she will understand that family is our most important asset in life.
*Running around in a diaper will one day be unacceptable. :)
I hope you all had a great Christmas and are enjoying the holidays together with those you love.
Now, I am going to enjoy my sisters while they visit for a few days.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
What I learned today...
*A ball point pen is harder to scrub off a wiggly toddler than a gel pen.
*Do not go to the store and leave Z-dawg sitting by two bags of chips and my laptop with Chris when he is playing a new video game.
*Animal Crackers look different than when I was a kid. They actually look like animals rather than blobs with 4 legs.
*Zoey loves said animal crackers. She also likes putting things in containers. Animal crackers almost dissolve in a cup of Mt. Dew.
*Nothing is safe anymore.
I'm kind of worried about this whole being a mother to a toddler thing if this was one day, and she turned 14 months today. But, on a good note, I found the first sippy cut we bought that she didn't like. Now she loves it and she carried it around with her favorite cow animal all day. I love that little girl.
*Do not go to the store and leave Z-dawg sitting by two bags of chips and my laptop with Chris when he is playing a new video game.
*Animal Crackers look different than when I was a kid. They actually look like animals rather than blobs with 4 legs.
*Zoey loves said animal crackers. She also likes putting things in containers. Animal crackers almost dissolve in a cup of Mt. Dew.
*Nothing is safe anymore.
I'm kind of worried about this whole being a mother to a toddler thing if this was one day, and she turned 14 months today. But, on a good note, I found the first sippy cut we bought that she didn't like. Now she loves it and she carried it around with her favorite cow animal all day. I love that little girl.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I'm in a funk. Nothing is coming to my head to blog about. I've started 3 different posts today. And they go nowhere. I've just danced in 5 performances and my body and mind is just drained. (That's why I haven't posted anything in about a week). So, I'll just write short snip-its of what they were.
I've been been at school during the day til around 2 then back at 5 until 10ish all week. Then all day Saturday except for 2 hours and 11-5 today. By Thursday Zoey realized I was leaving for a long time and would just cry and cry and cry when I left. She also woke up a lot to get some mommy time. It made me feel so bad to leave her. So I've been letting her get away with more things than normal. I know it is going to kick me in the booty this week. But someone once told me there's no greater guilt than mommy guilt. Well, this week has showed me how true this statement is.
Its crazy to think how much I have changed since high school. My life experiences has changed me. I am more confident. More open minded, and not afraid to stand up for myself or my family. What would it be like to go back to high school right now being the person I am today. Would I have the same experiences? Would I have the same outcomes? Have you ever thought about what would happen if the you you are today could go back to the you you were a few years ago?
I watched a tv show on the food network about candied bacon. I don't know what I think about it. But I am slightly intrigued. But not enough to actually try it.
I've been been at school during the day til around 2 then back at 5 until 10ish all week. Then all day Saturday except for 2 hours and 11-5 today. By Thursday Zoey realized I was leaving for a long time and would just cry and cry and cry when I left. She also woke up a lot to get some mommy time. It made me feel so bad to leave her. So I've been letting her get away with more things than normal. I know it is going to kick me in the booty this week. But someone once told me there's no greater guilt than mommy guilt. Well, this week has showed me how true this statement is.
Its crazy to think how much I have changed since high school. My life experiences has changed me. I am more confident. More open minded, and not afraid to stand up for myself or my family. What would it be like to go back to high school right now being the person I am today. Would I have the same experiences? Would I have the same outcomes? Have you ever thought about what would happen if the you you are today could go back to the you you were a few years ago?
I watched a tv show on the food network about candied bacon. I don't know what I think about it. But I am slightly intrigued. But not enough to actually try it.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Peak a Boo!
What baby doesn't love peak-a-boo? Zoey has loved for us to play it with her since she was about a month and a half old. Lately, she finds it funny to hide behind the shower curtain when we give her baths. She'll wrap it around her then peak out at us and laugh boisterously. (this wasn't the word I originally wrote, but its what came up with spell check and I liked it better anyways. Sometimes its a good thing I'm a horrible speller.)
She has never actually tried to do the real peak-a-boo. And so today at dinner, Chris tried to teach her.
He would do it. Then he would grab her hands and put them over her eyes. Then he let her do it on her own. And this is what we got. Every. Time.
No matter how much we tried to get her to do it the "right way" she would do it the Zoey way. But she still thought she was pretty darn funny. And, well we thought she was the cutest little thing ever, so we just let her do it her way after a while.
So now, she puts her hands on her ears all the time and laughs. and laughs. and laughs.
Silly girl.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
What I learned today...
If your child spills baby food on the floor at breakfast, clean it up right away. Even if you plan on mopping within the next 20 minutes. Because something will get in your way and you won't get to mopping for another 7 hours. At that time it is now stuck to the floor and is relentless to get destroyed. And so you must get on your hands and knees and manually get it off. However, the only way you can keep your child happy is to put her in her high chair with food. Which, is directly above where you are scraping away. And so you are left with a clean floor, but who knows what in your hair from the sweet thing dropping everything she has on you...after it has already got mushy in her mouth.
Monday, November 1, 2010
tender moments
We put Zo down to bed at her general time and I went off to school to study for a bit. I got home around 10 and went straight upstairs to study some more.She woke up around 10:10. I thought Chris was sleeping, so I let her cry for a little bit to see if she would go back down on her own. But Chris ended up getting her and brought her to our room. I decided to go downstairs and take her since he gets up at 4:30. We ended up staying in bed for a little while and had some good family time. I may regret it tomorrow night when she decides its fun to hang out in the big bed instead of sleep again but this is why it was worth it:
She cuddled next to Chris and started to play with his beard for 5 minutes.
She decided it was pretty funny to head butt him for another few minutes.
She was all cuddles. (besides the head butting).
My favorite part of the night...She was busy doing who knows what when this commercial came on.
She then stopped what she was doing, turned to the TV, started dancing and had the biggest smile on.
I love this commercial anyways, she just made it that much better.
Times like this make the crazyness of life worth it, and so much more.
She cuddled next to Chris and started to play with his beard for 5 minutes.
She decided it was pretty funny to head butt him for another few minutes.
She was all cuddles. (besides the head butting).
My favorite part of the night...She was busy doing who knows what when this commercial came on.
She then stopped what she was doing, turned to the TV, started dancing and had the biggest smile on.
I love this commercial anyways, she just made it that much better.
Times like this make the crazyness of life worth it, and so much more.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Almost Wordless Wednesday---Cute tennies
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Day 6: something you hope you never have to do
Something I hope I never have to do is come across a situation where I have to do CPR, especially to Zoey. I'm CPR certified and I really don't think I would trust myself to actually do it right. And if something were to happen to that person and they wouldn't make it, I would blame myself for not being able to save them or to do more. And if it was Zoey I'd be an even larger wreck. Although I am going into nursing and will see life or death situations, having to do CPR just scares me. Practicing on a dummy is not the same thing as doing it on a real person. Besides I don't want to work in the ER or anything anyways, so hopefully these situations won't be something I deal with on a daily or frequent basis.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
One year...
(This is the same as my personal blog, so if you have read it once, you have read it all.)
One year to the minute I was in my 7th hour of labor. I was crying from pain. (remember I didn't get an epi until 12 hours in...). I was scared to death that these 9 months had come and gone. I was going to have to be responsible for more than just myself. I was going to have a screaming (hopefully), beautiful (obviously) baby girl (if all predictions were right). I was finally able to see this precious bundle in all her glory: touch her soft skin, smell her sweet smell. I also was coming to the reality that I now had to share her. She was no longer just mine, she would soon be the worlds. Daddy would want to see her, grandmas, grandpas, aunts, friends. She no longer would be "my baby." I was going to be alone again (kinda). One year ago, I had heard of all the changes in my life that were about to come forth. I knew as soon as I saw her "I'd fall in love." I didn't know how deep that love could be, what it could make you do.
I didn't know the deep gratitude I would have to my Heavenly Father for blessing me with such an amazing miracle. I didn't know that I would one day be covered in poop, spit up, pee, yet be smiling and laughing, for my daughter laughed at her diaper flinging across the room. I didn't know that signing the discharge papers for her as "mother" would throw chills down my spine. One year ago, I wasn't aware of this secret club going on known as motherhood. One year ago I was so excited that I wouldn't be responsible for anything bad that would happen because of my diabetes. Having her out of me, in my vision, was going to be such a relief. Now, I would give anything to be able to protect her that way again. I wish I could cover her up every time she fell. I wish I could eat 3 meals a day, drink water, and get enough sleep and know I was doing everything in my power to protect her. Now, I only wish it was that simple.
A year ago, I never cared about babies. I had never changed a diaper. I had never held a newborn longer than a minute, let alone change its clothes or burped it. I didn't know breastfeeding would be one of the hardest challenges I'd face this year, but one of the most rewarding when we were finally successful. I didn't know I would cry when I no longer produced enough milk to satisfy her and I knew these moments that were just ours were going to be over forever. I never know how much I could cry and cry and cry about her reaching a milestone, because it meant that she had finally succeeded, but was also getting more independent with each one.
I didn't realize how she would change my relationship with my husband. We have learned to compromise. We have learned to care about more than just ourselves. I have learned that I married one of the kindest men out there. He is so in love with Zoey. A year ago, I didn't know how much I wouldn't mind seeing him light up when he kissed another girl--how much I would love seeing his eyes look only at her in a way I have never seen before. I was scared of loosing "us." We never lost us, we just made it better. I didn't know how much I'd hate going in public with him and not have my darling daughter, because people wouldn't know that I'm a mom, he is a dad. They wouldn't know this sweet little girl was mine. I didn't realize I'd feel guilty of being somewhere and they not know I'm a mom.
I've been bit, puked on, pooped on, kicked, and bonked. I've been attacked with kisses and ran to as soon as I walked in the room. I've been loved in a way I'll never be able to explain. I've had my heart riped out, only to beat in another. I've felt God's love on this earth. I've seen the world in a new, amazing light. I am honored to be called a mom, and be blessed with such an amazing daughter. I now know what love is, what it can do. I am eternally grateful to be able to say that yes, this crazy, screaming, opinionated little girl is mine.
This has been featured on Project In My Daughters Eyes. Check out her awesome blog!!
One year to the minute I was in my 7th hour of labor. I was crying from pain. (remember I didn't get an epi until 12 hours in...). I was scared to death that these 9 months had come and gone. I was going to have to be responsible for more than just myself. I was going to have a screaming (hopefully), beautiful (obviously) baby girl (if all predictions were right). I was finally able to see this precious bundle in all her glory: touch her soft skin, smell her sweet smell. I also was coming to the reality that I now had to share her. She was no longer just mine, she would soon be the worlds. Daddy would want to see her, grandmas, grandpas, aunts, friends. She no longer would be "my baby." I was going to be alone again (kinda). One year ago, I had heard of all the changes in my life that were about to come forth. I knew as soon as I saw her "I'd fall in love." I didn't know how deep that love could be, what it could make you do.
I didn't know the deep gratitude I would have to my Heavenly Father for blessing me with such an amazing miracle. I didn't know that I would one day be covered in poop, spit up, pee, yet be smiling and laughing, for my daughter laughed at her diaper flinging across the room. I didn't know that signing the discharge papers for her as "mother" would throw chills down my spine. One year ago, I wasn't aware of this secret club going on known as motherhood. One year ago I was so excited that I wouldn't be responsible for anything bad that would happen because of my diabetes. Having her out of me, in my vision, was going to be such a relief. Now, I would give anything to be able to protect her that way again. I wish I could cover her up every time she fell. I wish I could eat 3 meals a day, drink water, and get enough sleep and know I was doing everything in my power to protect her. Now, I only wish it was that simple.
A year ago, I never cared about babies. I had never changed a diaper. I had never held a newborn longer than a minute, let alone change its clothes or burped it. I didn't know breastfeeding would be one of the hardest challenges I'd face this year, but one of the most rewarding when we were finally successful. I didn't know I would cry when I no longer produced enough milk to satisfy her and I knew these moments that were just ours were going to be over forever. I never know how much I could cry and cry and cry about her reaching a milestone, because it meant that she had finally succeeded, but was also getting more independent with each one.
I didn't realize how she would change my relationship with my husband. We have learned to compromise. We have learned to care about more than just ourselves. I have learned that I married one of the kindest men out there. He is so in love with Zoey. A year ago, I didn't know how much I wouldn't mind seeing him light up when he kissed another girl--how much I would love seeing his eyes look only at her in a way I have never seen before. I was scared of loosing "us." We never lost us, we just made it better. I didn't know how much I'd hate going in public with him and not have my darling daughter, because people wouldn't know that I'm a mom, he is a dad. They wouldn't know this sweet little girl was mine. I didn't realize I'd feel guilty of being somewhere and they not know I'm a mom.
I've been bit, puked on, pooped on, kicked, and bonked. I've been attacked with kisses and ran to as soon as I walked in the room. I've been loved in a way I'll never be able to explain. I've had my heart riped out, only to beat in another. I've felt God's love on this earth. I've seen the world in a new, amazing light. I am honored to be called a mom, and be blessed with such an amazing daughter. I now know what love is, what it can do. I am eternally grateful to be able to say that yes, this crazy, screaming, opinionated little girl is mine.
This has been featured on Project In My Daughters Eyes. Check out her awesome blog!!
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