I had 4 page views from lethal-commissions.tk. I'm assuming its from Russia or Germany. But either way, that doesn't sound good. Why on earth are they reading this lil ol blog of nothing. I'm not a big fan of the word "lethal."
hmmm.....
Monday, November 14, 2011
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!!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
mini rant
My friend announced she was pregnant on facebook by posting a picture of an ultrasound. (Which is the second picture of its kind in the last 2 weeks to pop up on my facebook, apparently that's the way to break the news now days.... anywayzzzzz) I commented on it, so I got all the notifications and whatnot. About 30 comments down someone said "I have to ask....was it planned?"
For some reason, that ruffles my tail feathers. I think if you aren't close enough to know the answer, you shouldn't be asking it. What does it matter if it is planned or not? A child is a child, whether the parents decided it was time, or if Heavenly Father decided for them. My friend was obviously excited about it, so the fact that her baby was planned or not held nothing in terms of.....anything.
Perhaps the reason it bugs is that I had a conversation with this individual when I was pregnant, and it was basically about the same thing.
....perhaps she has been trying for a while. And in that respect a planned pregnancy is slightly easier to deal with emotionally than an oops?? I guess I can take that. But perhaps a picture comment isn't the best way to deal with it.
Goodness, I'm not even pregnant and peoples comments are already buggin me. That's not a good sign for when the next one blesses us in 50 years.
For some reason, that ruffles my tail feathers. I think if you aren't close enough to know the answer, you shouldn't be asking it. What does it matter if it is planned or not? A child is a child, whether the parents decided it was time, or if Heavenly Father decided for them. My friend was obviously excited about it, so the fact that her baby was planned or not held nothing in terms of.....anything.
Perhaps the reason it bugs is that I had a conversation with this individual when I was pregnant, and it was basically about the same thing.
....perhaps she has been trying for a while. And in that respect a planned pregnancy is slightly easier to deal with emotionally than an oops?? I guess I can take that. But perhaps a picture comment isn't the best way to deal with it.
Goodness, I'm not even pregnant and peoples comments are already buggin me. That's not a good sign for when the next one blesses us in 50 years.
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.
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