Bedtime

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.

Brooks & Dunn - Proud Of The House We Built

My husband and I listened to this CD a lot back when we were engaged. I'm so glad I remembered this song. It is just what I needed to hear right now. I love that it can take me back to that time, but also leaps into the future. Songs like this is why I love country. Enjoy.

Something cute

I was just going to go to sleep when I heard zoey coughing. I get worried when that happens because there have been several times where she has thrown up in her sleep and it starts with a cough. So I sat up in bed to listen better. But then I heard her door open. And she came running full force in our room. Those little feet were moving fast. Apparently she lost her moo in her bed so I had to go find her. I'm glad I was still awake when this happened because I'm sure I wouldn't have thought it was as cute. :)

I wish...

I owned a slurpee machine.

The end.

Last nights dreams

Last night I had a dream that my husband's friend was friends with this guy who happened to be a girl I went to high school with. S/he didn't want me to tell any of them, obviously. We spent some time catching up, showing pictures of the little one, ect. And Chris was getting somewhat upset that this guy was getting all this attention from me. So we decided to leave.

To get to our house we had to walk down a spiral staircase and there was a secret door that only we could enter. Well, Chris' little cousin happened to be down there and we couldn't go in our door in fear that she would find it. And so we tried a new secret door. We started walking behind the wall to get to our place then Chris told me to run back. Apparently we unleashed an evil, giant, green and blue cartoon chicken! And he was out for revenge. We then turned into ten year olds whos sole purpose in life was to patrol the house to make sure there were no cartoon chicken eggs.

Then I woke up.



.....really?    REALLY????

Christmas Traditions

I read a blog that asked us about our Christmas traditions. I started to comment with mine and realized that it was getting way too long, so I will just make it a post for all of you to read.

Growing up, we would always go to my Grammy and Granddad's for Christmas Eve dinner. It always involved shrimp to snack on before and prime rib. Then Christmas morning after we do the whole present thing at home everyone would go back there to open presents there. She would always have a big ham and rolls to make sandwiches. The last 5 years or so my mom started to make Monkey Bread for breakfast.
I don't know what it is, but the smell of a nice delicious ham will always remind me of Christmas.

My husband's family always goes all out for dinners, so Christmas dinner is no exception. I know they do prime rib, and I'm sure a ham as well. There is so much food I can't really remember all of it. And his mom makes home made apple, pecan, and pumpkin pie. Heaven!!!!!!!

Chris and I started by switching off families staying at one place Christmas eve and driving to the other one Christmas night. But we decided its best to do my side Christmas eve and drive down there on Christmas and stay a couple days after, so that is what we do. Before we would just go straight to my Grammy's house when we woke up. But now that Zo is a bit older, we are going to stay at our house and open family presents then go to Grammys at like 9. And hopefully be on the road by 11. Get to Chris's family around 2. Open gifts there and dinner at 5. Its a crazy 24 hours, but we like it. Nothing is better than family time. And getting to see everyone in both sides in one day is pretty awesome.

Chris's family doesn't put names on their gifts. His mom numbers them all and has a list of what number goes to who. I guess they had too many snoops back in the day. lol. So now someone sits by the tree yells out a number, Chris' mom yells out the name and the gift is gently (sometimes) thrown to the person. So there are presents flying all over the place.

My family was a little more traditional. My mom would use different paper for everyone, so we always knew what was ours. Santa didn't wrap presents. Which, according to Christopher is the strangest thing in the world.

So our family is going to number the family gifts and not wrap Santa gifts. Good compromise, right?

Oh man, who knew so many traditions were involved with one little day.

Story of my life

I woke up today to my husbands alarm at 420. My mouth was really dry so for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep. Husband kept sleeping and I was still awake. So finally at 5 I got a glass of water. Apparently I went overboard because now I can't sleep because I have a belly ache. Naturally.