tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41283562726337787612024-03-13T04:29:32.667-05:00Someone being meSomeone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-85126457088230475732010-04-30T10:27:00.006-05:002010-04-30T10:48:29.822-05:00March and AprilSo....2 months have passed....<br /><br />What can I say? We have been busy.<br /><br />First this happened...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFn0p9oj-QgKaW5tRzC7er9NPlb3K8SFcTqDT7NXQVfaOQhfAh4tMtRFDawwHUjiqOmLLaLZahSoWAWszJKbAbyysMgkZU-hiuwHkp9td33WnHnSZ2Dx0CibY0iK5-NtCum5JOZP-tOc/s1600/DSC04204.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFn0p9oj-QgKaW5tRzC7er9NPlb3K8SFcTqDT7NXQVfaOQhfAh4tMtRFDawwHUjiqOmLLaLZahSoWAWszJKbAbyysMgkZU-hiuwHkp9td33WnHnSZ2Dx0CibY0iK5-NtCum5JOZP-tOc/s400/DSC04204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465954009338516498" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65TSw07yJbpCcAQPmLUHF-mewUblKrneIxOAZwdLkwLEP-h94nXFBZJeBq3VtRk-MSIOvdbxTrkV6KVnz30OLzdl700r2duJvS2g9i0vRuwJMSJaOOhZ7tFiNCn4qM87D0HtO75Hepis/s1600/DSC04004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65TSw07yJbpCcAQPmLUHF-mewUblKrneIxOAZwdLkwLEP-h94nXFBZJeBq3VtRk-MSIOvdbxTrkV6KVnz30OLzdl700r2duJvS2g9i0vRuwJMSJaOOhZ7tFiNCn4qM87D0HtO75Hepis/s400/DSC04004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465954008163197282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAFyBbUuZm7V-GKIAWnr7KYSBL4iW3M0YNEUKILv_fAV5-f9WXp74UjcYXy6gEXFnbIMOBgSeig7YS7Lo_ab2j0nqojeLEVGZ9q2CTijvor5_8NjuVnkFmozpNOcfeJ8QLeC3EatcK_s/s1600/DSC03968.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAFyBbUuZm7V-GKIAWnr7KYSBL4iW3M0YNEUKILv_fAV5-f9WXp74UjcYXy6gEXFnbIMOBgSeig7YS7Lo_ab2j0nqojeLEVGZ9q2CTijvor5_8NjuVnkFmozpNOcfeJ8QLeC3EatcK_s/s400/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465953997007206786" /></a><br />Then this happened...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsjKOPW50uelM7xmBTDMyrPTS4yS8FzAOv-dSMgAubCXbOexzURjcPzGSOQbkvFdPx1mjCn5sdhbDEagB7Cyx68POSqgK-TFU1pYP55H3oNxCocJ8vs5MYJR2yl-qAmCY5Hqo5ytA_O0/s1600/DSC04365.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsjKOPW50uelM7xmBTDMyrPTS4yS8FzAOv-dSMgAubCXbOexzURjcPzGSOQbkvFdPx1mjCn5sdhbDEagB7Cyx68POSqgK-TFU1pYP55H3oNxCocJ8vs5MYJR2yl-qAmCY5Hqo5ytA_O0/s400/DSC04365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465953378216842834" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJLqgG1i9ts-RE1m-sV3aacZPxow-xQn8Myp9w-0VjNFij611GoN5HxoTkCi2f8HMFjFaOyR80MbmV1UVZWBHiFGm_StajPruMGRfHF2DwnwRB2cJcq9dBKTN_U1meKhwO0sy2kqC6hU/s1600/DSC04340.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJLqgG1i9ts-RE1m-sV3aacZPxow-xQn8Myp9w-0VjNFij611GoN5HxoTkCi2f8HMFjFaOyR80MbmV1UVZWBHiFGm_StajPruMGRfHF2DwnwRB2cJcq9dBKTN_U1meKhwO0sy2kqC6hU/s400/DSC04340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465953373454693314" /></a><br /><br />And I got a Kindle which has sucked away untold hours of my life. We are also deep in the midst of potty training with Bear. Which is about as much fun as it sounds. But we are making progress so I am happy about that. <br /><br />It has just been a crazy, crazy last two months. Like the huge party we had on Tater's 1st birthday with 30ish adults and 12 kids in my house. And Tater got sick that night with a 103 temperature and I got to be the mom waiting outside urgent care when they opened at 8 am that Sunday morning which also happened to be his birthday. He had a nasty ear infection, poor baby. He was also cutting his top tooth at the same time which made for a miserable birthday. Luckily we had the party the day before. <br /><br />Plus my beloved pug got diagnosed with heartworms at his annual checkup so we have been going through the long and costly process of curing that. Let me just tell you how fun it is to get a pug to swallow two pills a day for 3 weeks so he can get ready for shots that will put him on the dog equivalent of bed rest for 2 months. Just trust me, give your dog his heartworm medicine on time, every month...In my defense I believe he got infected last summer when I was dealing with a newborn and a two year old and I could barely remember my own name much less when the dog got his medicine. But now it is on my calendar on the 1st of every month. <br /><br />I promise I will try to be more faithful with the updates. And I will even try to comment on your blogs as well since I promise I have been reading them. I am just bad about writing and commenting.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-91114282306751168092010-03-04T11:16:00.003-06:002010-03-04T11:27:35.891-06:00AwkwardIs it weird that I had to Google the word awkward to make sure I was spelling it correctly for this title? BTW, I spelled it wrong. It is just one of those words that looks wrong when you write it out. Anyways, not what I was going to talk about. <br /><br />Today I went and met my best friend for breakfast at IHOP. It was 10 a.m. but this IHOP is always busy even on a random Thursday mid-morning. We got seated at a table with a booth on one side of us and a wall on the other. As we are chatting I notice that the older (like my parent's age, not old) couple in the booth next to us were being super quiet while eating. <br /><br />Now I've been married awhile and I understand that it isn't abnormal to not talk a lot with your spouse while eating a meal since you live together and don't always have a lot to catch up on like my friend and I did. But what I noticed as we chatted is that it appeared they were listening to our conversation. Like the entire 45 minutes we were eating there. It wasn't even all that subtle like they were just overhearing an occasional comment. <br /><br />We didn't discuss anything all that juicy but we did have a few things that we discussed that I didn't really appreciate someone listening to. So I ended up just steering the conversation to topics like my new yard service I hired this week and baby sleeping patterns, etc. <br /><br />I understand that you really have no expectation of privacy out in public when it comes to conversations but I do find it annoying when people make it very obvious they are openly listening to your conversation. Seriously. Can't they at least chat amongst themselves about the weather or something? I catch myself occasionally listening in on part of a conversation if something catches my attention or I am in particularly close quarters with someone like a person on their cell phone in an elevator but this wasn't like that. The restaurant was busy enough to generate background noise and they obviously had each other to talk to. <br /><br />What was even weirder is that when we left they were parked next to me and the guy actually waved at me as he was getting in his truck. Weird.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-21867085622651082952010-02-25T21:38:00.007-06:002010-02-25T22:05:05.679-06:00ProgressIt has been a busy week at my house. This past Saturday found me outside Urgent Care at 7:45 a.m. waiting in line behind 7 other people for the doors to open at 8 a.m. This was after spending an entire night waking up every 45 minutes to a screaming, feverish baby. Add in a lovely cold sore for me and we were quite the chipper pair at the doctor that morning. Tater had a double ear infection and the doctor took pity on me and prescribed me an antiviral medication to speed the healing on a cold sore along with prescribing antibiotics for Tater's ears. <br /><br /><br />Unfortunately the antibiotics took a couple of days to take effect for Tater so he was up a good bit of the night Saturday too. By Sunday I was exhausted so my husband let me take a 3 hour nap Sunday and spent a good bit of the weekend taking Bear out and about on errands while Tater and I rested at home. Tater is doing better now but I got sick yesterday so it has just been one thing after the other. <br /><br />In better news we have been making progress with Bear on the potty training front. I'm almost afraid to say anything because I don't want to jinx it but I am just so excited. We have been talking to him about the potty and read books about it for a year now with virtually no results. No amount of bribery could get him to actually do anything on the potty. All the sudden this week it just clicked and now he has peed in the potty at least 1-3 times a day every day for the last week. I am just happy to finally be making a little progress. I started with just having him go as soon as he got out of the bath at night. After 3 nights of that I added an afternoon potty break for the last 2 days and tonight I added a third potty break before bed. I will probably give him another day or two and then add another potty time in the morning and go from there. He has been getting 2 Hershey kisses for each sucessful visit to the potty but he didn't even remember to ask for them after his 3rd visit tonight.<br /><br />Bear also started a 6 week baseball program today for 3-5 year olds. It meets once a week and is for kids and parents. We had a really good time tonight. My husband and I took turns holding the baby and helping Bear. It is hard to believe that he is already so big.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-10904699882467140922010-02-11T11:20:00.005-06:002010-02-11T11:48:51.624-06:00Never send a Daddy to do a Mama's jobAs many of you know, Valentine's Day is fast approaching. Today Bear is having his class party at Mother's Day Out. I have known about said party for 3 weeks. Being the super Mom that I am I could not just go out and purchase a $1.99 package of Valentines at Target for my firstborn to take to his friends. No, no I decided to go on Etsy and purchase some simply adorable personalized Valentines for my boys to take. (Although Tater only attends on Tuesdays I still dropped of Valentines for his classmates as well). I may have procrastinated a tad and waited until the middle of last week to purchase them. After much hemming and hawing I decided on Pirate themed Valentines for Tater and Fire truck ones for Bear. The lovely girl I ordered them from notified me on Friday that she sent them first class mail that day. From Maryland. The same Maryland that seems to be under about 40 feet of snow right now. <br /><br />So yesterday the Valentines still had not come in the mail. So not her fault. I blame my procrastination, and Mother Nature, and the Postal Service. I couldn't send Bear to Mother's Day out with no Valentine's today especially since I had already bought cookies for the class and little Valentine cans of play dough for each kid. Plus dragging both boys to the doctor yesterday morning so I could get Bear some antibiotics for his ear infection so he would not miss the party. Poor kid woke up with a cough and fever yesterday but we got him fixed up. By God my kid was going to have Valentines. <br /><br />At 5:00 my husband called and said he was on his way home. Thinking it would save me a trip across town to Target I asked him to stop in on his way home and pick up some Valentines for the boys. He was passing right by on his way home and I knew there was plenty to choose from at that Target because I had just been there the day before. I explain twice where exactly the Valentine's section was in the store. All 5 aisle of it. Of course he calls when he gets there and cannot locate the Valentines. I explain yet again that there are aisles and aisles of pink, red and white animals, cards, candy etc directly next to the food section of the store. He says he found the section and doesn't see any Valentine's cards. Seriously. I tell him to keep looking because one aisle is nothing but the boxes of kids Valentine cards. After 5 minutes he indicates he found some Hello Kitty Valentines. Grr..Seriously? He wants to send my all boy 3 year old with Hello kitty Valentines? I tell him to keep looking. Finally he says he sees a box of 30 G.I. Joe Valentines. Great. I tell him that will work just grab one box because I only need 20. <br /><br />20 minutes later he arrives home with these....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNRq6GxgMJUZXq5QLgUsskb6AQWk7V7DO7Xq6BjmhRfDX43knQE9wSba_BlK27_nk_oIxNxa7Ei7EEWATOCANjbtRQMNPTQX-maGK3wrd2tOhuEI2xdS6q9BUChoXUXCvJZ3y6S65u64/s1600-h/Valentine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNRq6GxgMJUZXq5QLgUsskb6AQWk7V7DO7Xq6BjmhRfDX43knQE9wSba_BlK27_nk_oIxNxa7Ei7EEWATOCANjbtRQMNPTQX-maGK3wrd2tOhuEI2xdS6q9BUChoXUXCvJZ3y6S65u64/s400/Valentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437041732885574114" /></a>*<br /><br />Not sure how much you can tell by the picture but they include a samurai looking guy with a huge sword, some scary looking bad guys, a woman in skin tight black clothing with a large gun, etc. Not exactly what I had in mind when he said G.I. Joe. I was picturing the army men in Toy Story or something. I explained to my husband that while I appreciate the thought there was no way I could send my 3 year old and 10 month old's friends at a church Mother's Day Out program Valentines that include scary looking bad guys, guns, swords, and women in skin tight outfits. Gah. <br /><br />So I hop in the car and drive back across town to Target where I locate the entire aisle of completely age appropriate Valentine's for the boys to take. After picking up ones that included the characters from Up, Finding Nemo, ones with puppies etc I finally decided on a multi pack that included characters from all of the Pixar films. I bring them home and my husband is like "where did you find those I didn't see anything like that". <br /><br />This is why you never send a daddy to do a mama's job...<br /><br />*picture taken from www.Amazon.comSomeone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-65890982113570645972010-02-04T16:25:00.007-06:002010-02-04T16:38:25.466-06:00Three!!!On Sunday Bear turned 3. Whoa. That was just so crazy for me. He went from a 5lb 0 oz 18 inch baby 3 years ago to a 34lb 4 oz 38.5 inch boy in just 3 short years. When did this happen? He was in the 75% for weight and 70ish % for height at his 3 year checkup. Not bad for a baby who came out 7 weeks early and spent 16 days in the NICU. <br /><br />We had a lovely weekend at my parent's house celebrating his birthday and my brother making Eagle Scout. The Eagle Scout ceremony was Saturday and carried well into Saturday evening and then we got up Sunday and celebrated Bear's birthday with more cake and presents. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZhIfx_hybkJUCwdFaRNLFDr5hwzMudd6NIN7UMnK1VvaE7P9KuR44o-cebJQc8yH8CDJ3CWbAXGsemjcjRyFiuPcsQnulifqa0Jm8NHEsktACLPPXbUmNBYpjnIpeK8XalObacjYN2Q/s1600-h/DSC03566_edited-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZhIfx_hybkJUCwdFaRNLFDr5hwzMudd6NIN7UMnK1VvaE7P9KuR44o-cebJQc8yH8CDJ3CWbAXGsemjcjRyFiuPcsQnulifqa0Jm8NHEsktACLPPXbUmNBYpjnIpeK8XalObacjYN2Q/s400/DSC03566_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434520431050222578" /></a><br /><br />I know people say that 3 is worse than 2 but I have a feeling this is going to be a good year. For me 2 was extremely challenging and at 3 I feel like he is easier to deal with. Yes, he still has his stubborn moments and throws the occasional tantrum but it just doesn't seem as overwhelming as last year. Maybe I am just getting better at handling it. Honestly I think kids just go through their difficult phase at different times.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-71044090208320379552010-01-26T11:12:00.005-06:002010-01-26T11:18:49.580-06:00Tater's SurgeryTater's surgery went great. Thank you for all your well wishes. We got there around 7:45 and the after all the paperwork, waiting, taking of vitals and such they took him back around 9:45. The surgery lasted about an hour. Then they let me go back and try to nurse him. He was not a happy camper. They gave him a couple of shots of pain medication before releasing him around noon and he was much happier. Once we got him home he took a 4 hour nap and ate a bowl of cereal and was back to his happy self. He has some swelling and stitches but he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. I am so glad it is over with. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdG0FkkA_k1jLVBHrE0Ir2SjxSR8ggERJ1EVa1ABwiT2cCs5SKq_P7auR8udirhFhyphenhyphenFlItMcb8E65d_Yb-cjjUk-7hDaoEjrYnVcXC57fnQdf0Pa73veWyKRF2D3PnQ7JWoE3TdRYGoM/s1600-h/Nate+ready+for+surgery.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdG0FkkA_k1jLVBHrE0Ir2SjxSR8ggERJ1EVa1ABwiT2cCs5SKq_P7auR8udirhFhyphenhyphenFlItMcb8E65d_Yb-cjjUk-7hDaoEjrYnVcXC57fnQdf0Pa73veWyKRF2D3PnQ7JWoE3TdRYGoM/s400/Nate+ready+for+surgery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431099035639654434" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-56123424951376168102010-01-21T16:42:00.007-06:002010-01-21T17:05:49.877-06:00Doctor Appts, Dentist Appt, and Surgery - Oh My!During Tater's 9 month checkup appointment the doctor noted that the hydrocele he was born with has not resolved itself. Basically he has extra fluid around his te$ticles and possibly a hernia. We were told when he was born that these typically resolve themselves by 1 year old but in Tater's case it doesn't seem to be improving. So we got a referral to see a general surgeon. <br /><br />Today I took Tater in to see the surgeon and he diagnosed him as having a inguinal hernia along with the hydrocele. At this time it is not causing him any issues but it will not resolve itself and we would have to have it surgically repaired. I'm not a fan of putting thing like this off so I told the doctor to go ahead and schedule it as soon as possible. I was a little shocked when he told me they could do it Monday morning at the outpatient surgery center at my local clinic. We did a little schedule reworking with my family and got my Mom to agree to come down and stay with Bear while we take Tater in Monday morning. It is a quick in and out surgery that should take an hour or so but it is still a little scary when they have to put your child under anethesia. <br /><br />I will be glad to have this over with though and move on. Speaking of things I put off I finally took Bear in for his first dentist visit this week. Which ended up being a complete and total waste of time. When I first mentioned to the dentist last year that I thought it was time to bring Bear in he didn't seem to think it was pressing. I thought it was a little odd but I figured I would just wait until Bear was a little bigger so he would be better able to deal with him. So I waited a year and scheduled the appointment for this week. On Tuesday I dropped Tater off at Mother's Day Out and take Bear across town to the dentist. <br /><br />When we get there they took us back and tried to get him to stand at one of those x-ray machines that does the panaramic view where you bite down and the machine circles your head. You can see where this is obviously not going to work on a nervous 3 year old. So the dental assistant said we will hold off on the x-rays for now. Then she has me sit in the dental chair with Bear and the dentist comes in. He asks me if I have seen any brown spots or anything that concerns me. I told him that I saw nothing obvious but its not like I have little dental mirrors in his mouth every evening looking for cavities. So he has Bear smile and him and says his teeth look good and he will see us again in a year. SERIOUSLY!!!<br /><br />He did not touch Bear's mouth. Did not even get closer than 2 foot away. I know he isn't a pediatric dentist but he is what is covered by our insurance and we don't have a lot of options here to choose from. I was beyond pissed. If he wasn't comfortable handling children as patients then he should just say that instead of having me waste my time coming in and billing my insurance for a visit. So I will have to wait 6 months and try to find someone my insurance covers that can handle children. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect but I at least expected someone to look at all of his teeth and maybe talk to him about brushing his teeth and such.<br /><br />So I drive back across town to drop off Bear at Mother's Day Out and the teacher remarked on how quick the appointment went. I told her what happened and who my dentist was and she said she had the exact same deal happen with him. She took in her 4 year old with an obvious cavity on a top front tooth and he dentist looked at her and pronounced she looked fine. The teacher had to show him the cavity and even then he was very reluctant to fill it. The teacher explained that he is the only dentist covered by her insurance in this area and she can't afford to go to another dentist so he did do it but not willingly. Grrr...I never had a problem with him as my dentist but it would be nice to find someone who could do the whole family at one place.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-67470988433768993502010-01-13T15:36:00.004-06:002010-01-13T16:51:35.103-06:003/4 of a yearSo on Monday Tater turned 9 months old. And last night he slept through the night. FOR THE FIRST TIME. I've been semi counting the few times that he slept from like 12-6 but really it doesn't count to me until they sleep from a reasonable hour until sometime after the sun is up. I'm sure it was just some fluke of nature but it sure was nice. Of course I still woke up periodically during the night to check on him and verify the baby monitor was working. <br /><br />I took him in for his 9 month checkup yesterday morning. He was 17lb 10oz which is on the thinner side of the percentile chart but the doctor seems to think he is plenty healthy and will probably be a thin kid. He was 28 inches long which is right about average. During the course of the examination the doctor noticed that Tater has his first ear infection. I felt terrible because I had no clue. He had no fever, fussiness, loss of appetite or anything to indicate he didn't feel well. Poor baby. Then to add insult to injury they take blood at the 9 month checkup to check for anemia and such. So we got to go over to the lab and have 3 lab techs try to find a suitable vein. Tater was already past nap time, hungry, sick with an ear infection and now having his arm prodded at by three different people. They finally gave up on getting blood from his arm and instead got it from his heel. It was awful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3cxKSm8Cbe1kQb_YnEvJoacLyBrtykHgXVgeXoHnlL4kL69hZysF37jrcuFJ2fo5AuhsfcnSrA-WNSy8UgQ1sFQ92YAOn5u_Xw65Yf4V2HilNtJapPByElZpNrL272h9gI-WmYpXqXo/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3cxKSm8Cbe1kQb_YnEvJoacLyBrtykHgXVgeXoHnlL4kL69hZysF37jrcuFJ2fo5AuhsfcnSrA-WNSy8UgQ1sFQ92YAOn5u_Xw65Yf4V2HilNtJapPByElZpNrL272h9gI-WmYpXqXo/s400/DSC03394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426360574547623634" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-44212369765239223442010-01-03T20:02:00.004-06:002010-01-03T20:22:20.442-06:00Spring CleaningDear Lord, where did all this junk come from? Seriously. I threw away an entire garbage bag full of stuff from my closet today and you cannot tell one bit of difference. We are constantly fighting the junk that creeps into our house. The endless piles of mail to go through and sort. The piles of toys. The clothes to be donated, stored away for a different season, or for the younger child. <br /><br />We spent hours yesterday putting away the Christmas tree and assorted paraphernalia but I still feel cluttered and trapped by all this stuff. Last weekend I cleared out 2 boxes of stuff from my kitchen cabinets. The week before that I emptied half of the toys from Bear's toy box to clear space for the new stuff he would inevitably get for Christmas despite my warnings that we do not need any more toys!!!! <br /><br />I feel like I spend the better part of my life putting away clutter, sorting clutter or throwing away clutter. You cannot imagine the hours we have spent clearing out cabinets, closets, baskets and under beds. There has to be some way to get this under control but I can't figure out how. The simplest answer would be to quit bringing in stuff but we live in a disposable society where nothing ever seems to be designed to last longer than a season. A new sweater purchased in September looks like something fit for my dog to sleep on my December. No matter the price spent or the supposed quality. The kids outgrow clothes faster than I can buy them. The mailbox is always overflowing with statements, advertisements, invitations all needing to be read, sorted and saved or discarded. Plus the constant upgrading to the new improved etc appliance or electronic gadget. <br /><br />I also half believe that my junk breeds in the quiet dark corners of closets and kitchen cabinets. There is no way I could have possibly purchased 40+ shot glasses in my lifetime, right? And considering the fact that I can't actually remember the last time I took a shot I believe it is safe to whittle the collection down to no more than a quarter of it's current size. The funny thing is that I am not a hoarder by nature. I honestly do not care to have 2 dozen of everything (except maybe flip flops because I do need a pair in every color Old Navy has ever carried). Beyond that small weakness I am quite adept at throwing out the old. I enjoy the purging process I just wish I had to do it a little less often.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-8909793500131816102009-12-28T09:22:00.006-06:002009-12-31T11:57:11.327-06:00HolidaysHow do you wrap up a week of holiday excitement into one little blog post? To put it simply, Christmas was awesome. Having small children definitely makes it more fun. Plus now that we have kids our parents and grandparents come to our house to celebrate so there is no traveling. Yay! It was exhausting and wonderful and I wish I could bottle it up and enjoy it during the blah days through out the year. <br /><br />I already showed y'all the train table in the last post which definitely took the cake as the coolest Christmas present. My husband got me a Flip video camera of my own so I can record the kids while he is at work since he misses all the great moments that happen during the day. I also got Adobe photoshop so hopefully I will have better edited pictures coming to a blog post in the near future. As soon as I quit watching Gossip Girl dvds and start figuring out how it works. I got my husband a Stud finder among other things and it has been a source of endless jokes (on his part). <br /><br />I think I should have just gotten him a vasectomy for Christmas because the man has been talking about babies waaaayyyy too much lately. As in he wants a 3rd baby in the not too distant future. And I want a 3rd baby when, well, never. So there's that. I think a real Christmas present would have been him having to do all the night time feedings for the next 9 months. I think that would nip the whole baby fever thing in the bud. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkva1y-N8Fm3NmtXE4hIz_6957EELpjn_3JhCvzK-3u-pbTj4cyj87I6ibe1CsRmHTu2BD17ast4sMYwp99pYG2Nm6zU8iTM_3LE5uQe18jn5nQn-ij8bYSkODm0PgDhPuQfC7LAgWeM/s1600-h/DSC03265.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkva1y-N8Fm3NmtXE4hIz_6957EELpjn_3JhCvzK-3u-pbTj4cyj87I6ibe1CsRmHTu2BD17ast4sMYwp99pYG2Nm6zU8iTM_3LE5uQe18jn5nQn-ij8bYSkODm0PgDhPuQfC7LAgWeM/s400/DSC03265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421460626708648226" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-90942745023471121852009-12-23T14:27:00.004-06:002009-12-23T14:46:36.156-06:00Chef BearBear has been so busy lately. It is nice to transition out of the into everything toddler stage into a more structured play stage with an almost pre-schooler. He has shown a great interest in cooking lately. Every time I go near the kitchen he is in there dragging a chair behind him ready to "help make cookies, mama". Or muffins. I have to convince him that mama does more than bake cookies and muffins. Occasionally we have to eat real food. I let him watch and do a little stirring but for the most part he is too little to be much help. He will even eat chopped onion, bell pepper and carrots off the cutting board as I am working although he wouldn't touch those if I placed them on his plate at dinner. Kids are funny like that.<br /><br />The other day I had set out a bowl of beans to soak overnight and went to feed Tater. I heard Bear going into his room and getting his stool. I caught him in the kitchen pretending to cook for me. He played with that bowl of beans for an hour while I sauteed veggies and got the other dinner prep ready. Guess who is getting some wooden play food for Christmas?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpvMlgpo6Jqg0vSmXkka5iifgSJo-eEZZfYv3ejrz9Ve1u74eK9boLPtA2IbezEqgf_1bpFG8Ar4338erDKLf4oePK-o_pgleQYLU2KJWB4eNFUZilzVx4vK0walgmZ044gC26b0Szxo/s1600-h/DSC03213.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpvMlgpo6Jqg0vSmXkka5iifgSJo-eEZZfYv3ejrz9Ve1u74eK9boLPtA2IbezEqgf_1bpFG8Ar4338erDKLf4oePK-o_pgleQYLU2KJWB4eNFUZilzVx4vK0walgmZ044gC26b0Szxo/s400/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418534863923147330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6EvCD_Ok-L1E9cxrc4pNS7MNfVyLg9LP7lzaUrZ66SQY3EsoNDD0RC3W8jro93DndGbgUbO5HWcgFysoczHQIbr3h5FK9Uoxk5d5sOnwZAyfin7oGs6NYWJdQXffWi1DKYCt-qmfD88/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6EvCD_Ok-L1E9cxrc4pNS7MNfVyLg9LP7lzaUrZ66SQY3EsoNDD0RC3W8jro93DndGbgUbO5HWcgFysoczHQIbr3h5FK9Uoxk5d5sOnwZAyfin7oGs6NYWJdQXffWi1DKYCt-qmfD88/s400/DSC03211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418534859648521826" /></a><br /><br />He got a train table yesterday from my Dad who came down to celebrate Christmas early. So if the whole chef thing doesn't work out he could definitely get behind the idea of being a train engineer. He went to bed last night holding pieces from the train set while us adults spent 2 hours building the train table. Then another 2 hours this morning assembling the train track and assorted buildings. It is awesome though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_J77Sr3Y72-NDpwJ3VfZ_nA-4zmpEBicoQXCIuOjb_YRDNsmtuFifYeJdDYlg_7CtkHDIswjVTV184rwOhjPYntdXliak4V3J7HS1sOrsApr3ThR8i8LEOgrPnrS5JDBXgKkUx44qAc/s1600-h/DSC03255.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_J77Sr3Y72-NDpwJ3VfZ_nA-4zmpEBicoQXCIuOjb_YRDNsmtuFifYeJdDYlg_7CtkHDIswjVTV184rwOhjPYntdXliak4V3J7HS1sOrsApr3ThR8i8LEOgrPnrS5JDBXgKkUx44qAc/s400/DSC03255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535529415777042" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-90845836064043123962009-12-14T08:37:00.003-06:002009-12-14T08:57:15.441-06:00Blah..I am so very, very tired. I thought by 8 months Tater would be at least close to sleeping through the night but I think I am getting less and less sleep. For a couple of weeks at the end of November he was only waking up maybe 1-2 times per night which was bearable but then last week he started back to his usual 4-5 times per night. Last night I put him down at 7:30. I topped him off at 9:30, 11:00, 12, 1, 3:30, 5, and he got up for the day at 7:30. I can't figure out what I am doing wrong. He has cereal and baby food through out the day with his final feeding of cereal at 6-6:30ish just before starting his bedtime routine. I am not the kind that can do the crying it out thing. I have to go in and make sure he hasn't wet through his diaper or gotten his leg stuck in the crib bars. And once in there I can't just ignore him. Gah...<br /><br />Beyond this my life has been pretty boring. I spent Friday night at a potluck with my mom before going to bed at 9:45, Saturday night I stayed up till midnight baking 8 dozen cookies for a Sunday cookie exchange and last night I went to the grocery store after the kids went to bed. The big event of my night was arguing with the cashier about the fact that he charged me 3 times for 2 bars of cheese. And then he acted like it was my fault and didn't even apologize after I had to stand back in line to make him fix it. Such is the life of the SAHM. <br /><br />I do love my life and it is the life I wanted but sometimes I don't recognize this nearly 30 year old with two kids and a coupon binder in her purse. The 20 year old me would have probably never even looked at a receipt to see what a cashier charged me and I certainly wouldn't have been caught dead with a handful of coupons. I could barely tell you at 22 who the President was much less my senators. Now I spend my afternoons watching Glenn Beck and reading news online complaining about how this country is going to hell in a handbasket. My life is definitely not exciting blog fodder but I won't complain. We are happy, healthy, and uninteresting which is just fine by me. I could use a little more sleep though.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-11277035650059081542009-11-25T14:15:00.004-06:002009-11-25T14:25:47.296-06:00Happy (almost) ThanksgivingHappy almost Thanksgiving! We are still alive over here. There just hasn't been a whole lot going on this past month. In fact I can't believe Halloween was already a month ago. The boys are doing well. Tater turned 7 months old on the 11th. OMG...and Bear is fast approaching his 3rd birthday in just over 2 months. <br /><br />Tater is not yet crawling although he can do a little of the army man crawl with the belly on the ground. It is hard for the poor kid to get any tummy time to practice with a brother who won't leave him alone. As for Bear we are in the throes of the terrible twos still. It is shaping up that we will move straight into the tyrannical threes. There is much crying and gnashing of teeth over every little thing (mostly by me). He has also really gotten into the "no" and "I don't like it" phase lately. Let's not even mention the potty training that is so not happening. We have tried to not pressure and have offered bribes. I have taken him to the bathroom with me and talked to him about going potty until I am blue in the face but to no avail. The kid ain't budging. This was OK at 2 this is not as OK at nearly 3. I know if I try to force it or make a big deal out of it he will just resist even more. <br /><br />But they are both beautiful and healthy so there is nothing to really complain about. Nothing that won't pass with time. We are truly blessed.<br /><br />So Happy Thanksgiving everyone and hopefully I will post again before Christmas. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAS6S_6sYmtlqIZe-6J-WXTznXROEtgkmBvO82yNtMalfi_eEr1ByCLzJRW43pMvMmIEHN-1OYke_IHzPkFq0wQP7UAASxDpZuHyJG8OrZHzGBO9Lc_W4fYllJf7cgzdqQMEYJiIFsho/s1600/DSC02855-1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAS6S_6sYmtlqIZe-6J-WXTznXROEtgkmBvO82yNtMalfi_eEr1ByCLzJRW43pMvMmIEHN-1OYke_IHzPkFq0wQP7UAASxDpZuHyJG8OrZHzGBO9Lc_W4fYllJf7cgzdqQMEYJiIFsho/s400/DSC02855-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408139796110312418" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-90501421627177445342009-11-02T10:00:00.006-06:002009-11-02T10:11:07.153-06:00Halloween 2009We survived Halloween. Yay! I was a little worried about convincing the 2 year old to don a hat and costume and approach random doors but he did as well as can be expected. Meaning I bribed him like crazy. It was a little sketchy at first when I had to spend 10 minutes negotiating bribes in order to get him into the costume. Then we just won't discuss the lengths I went to in order to obtain pictures of him in all of his costumed preciousness. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0O9yEdCyYjh5C7SYFxgj9xAd8zGFrMnkpjR1aNRxg8x3VAwXM2vsnmBqQdtiWIRutdXSeGsrZEH_tRP4A-Vus6gTfLO_PvliZbsFEjISCbO8Pul2BSEhlmH9eKiqMLa0v-jC5s-r7as/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0O9yEdCyYjh5C7SYFxgj9xAd8zGFrMnkpjR1aNRxg8x3VAwXM2vsnmBqQdtiWIRutdXSeGsrZEH_tRP4A-Vus6gTfLO_PvliZbsFEjISCbO8Pul2BSEhlmH9eKiqMLa0v-jC5s-r7as/s400/DSC02634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538350286637666" /></a><br />Tater didn't do much better as he got hot very quickly in his costume and started screaming. Although I don't blame him. I wouldn't have wanted to wear it either. Once pictures and a trip around the block were done he got to spend the rest of the night chilling on the couch in a onesie while Bear convinced his Daddy to take him a few more blocks for candy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Lmb_0sqvHgdAY1d0iemJpD6gRoBH1gRWZqjrYIfOoyZ-oUHrAEG6oojO1pfglwhg0tTC1l6TUFBk3_CZMNhBW7iYHw_Xo4xlImAix42d4438OQpJng2KREoBlfI5bX2nNNhOY7IuPvU/s1600-h/DSC02609.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Lmb_0sqvHgdAY1d0iemJpD6gRoBH1gRWZqjrYIfOoyZ-oUHrAEG6oojO1pfglwhg0tTC1l6TUFBk3_CZMNhBW7iYHw_Xo4xlImAix42d4438OQpJng2KREoBlfI5bX2nNNhOY7IuPvU/s400/DSC02609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538351643084946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuu_M5XLL7dxM0R2AlOJ_ogQxbnOYAL7irTh8CJd3qtCCQUu9lPAuCmHpeIxxEWyYwUC8_pbCUlD6WgtNpviWAsEUDMiiYxGXwVRgSCFsBrPh__gt4WsmHcWxVu_5D6VDw8GoZfsYfMM/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuu_M5XLL7dxM0R2AlOJ_ogQxbnOYAL7irTh8CJd3qtCCQUu9lPAuCmHpeIxxEWyYwUC8_pbCUlD6WgtNpviWAsEUDMiiYxGXwVRgSCFsBrPh__gt4WsmHcWxVu_5D6VDw8GoZfsYfMM/s400/DSC02588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538357193228978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lR_GNA-50z59s9TmnBuywmTASSqgX3M3hMuutVVnfbpkIPPsHC_LMMwXVO0N83JpuawTXw6C3G6OAKiFPvwfE9bVPCMzHVZJzwMJX8K04QkTXUQ4PJew4-xEpdsf0bP8OkrDHSiENGE/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lR_GNA-50z59s9TmnBuywmTASSqgX3M3hMuutVVnfbpkIPPsHC_LMMwXVO0N83JpuawTXw6C3G6OAKiFPvwfE9bVPCMzHVZJzwMJX8K04QkTXUQ4PJew4-xEpdsf0bP8OkrDHSiENGE/s400/DSC02479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538353969169906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-8llCbzUqDjJixtVJRv9iAUkAJYkFXKbYGd-zFZSCn5XemdQ_QBzdoFw-IfmY9nOLDcper_sbqh14XRQDTurX9kE9QALR0TNEegCybi0r88T7QLElfpm4Rhyphenhyphen74pHRRNuDYiRdxyXn6s/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-8llCbzUqDjJixtVJRv9iAUkAJYkFXKbYGd-zFZSCn5XemdQ_QBzdoFw-IfmY9nOLDcper_sbqh14XRQDTurX9kE9QALR0TNEegCybi0r88T7QLElfpm4Rhyphenhyphen74pHRRNuDYiRdxyXn6s/s400/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399539420713061042" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-41331774331718937742009-10-26T10:12:00.008-05:002009-10-26T12:10:27.959-05:00At last...This weekend I finally transitioned Tater to his crib and I moved back into my own bed. For the past 6 months I have been sleeping in a separate room with Tater so he doesn't wake my husband with his frequent screaming for meals. This Saturday night I finally decided it was time for him to be on his own and I would just come into his room at night for feedings. <br /><br />It went better than I could have expected. I had been trying unsuccessfully for months to get him to go down in his crib but the crying and constant waking was driving me insane. It was just easier to sleep with him. Then at the end of last week he finally discovered that he likes pacifiers. Or more specifically <a href="http://www.amazon.com/WubbaNub-Infant-Pacifiers-Blue-Horse/dp/B000P39N6E/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&s=baby-products&qid=1256570416&sr=8-12">this pacifier</a>. My friend bought it for us back when I was pregnant and despite my offers he never really seemed to get on board with the whole pacifier thing. Then this week it clicked and he would suddenly spend hours happily in his crib so long as he had his trusty WubbaNub. <br /><br />He only woke for 2 feedings Saturday night and 1 last night. I woke up a few times and checked on him but he was good. Crazy. Last night while he was resting in his crib we also packed up the swing and brought down the exersaucer from the attic. He and his brother have been enjoying the new toy this morning. It was sad seeing the old baby swing go but it is fun to see the boys playing together this morning. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIm6s_NKo1D_R9PIol_rX2zaVewGvKaNOZaM-rYD90hnvCIUWrTTUvoeDlM67C5bUEYmFZIbr0rB1UI6kwD6EoTDLROI7duvR3LbhFVPBdu83msjcsEE-GRjMOVj7S2Kjo_YzsxN_dbk/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIm6s_NKo1D_R9PIol_rX2zaVewGvKaNOZaM-rYD90hnvCIUWrTTUvoeDlM67C5bUEYmFZIbr0rB1UI6kwD6EoTDLROI7duvR3LbhFVPBdu83msjcsEE-GRjMOVj7S2Kjo_YzsxN_dbk/s400/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957065025415554" /></a><br />We even got in a trip to the Pumpkin Patch so the boys could pick out a pumpkin. It was pretty picked over but we got some cute pictures. Although I have noticed that the boys are at an age where getting either of them to look at the camera is an exercise in futility.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZQvUH8tNjUNero5giEi5Plh0ybjm-jkkupT_TbfOyaMR3GyBCPaRZceJbFeOzHlXscR-hq7fNYAyNRkaOyOs5Ggabf26YhKZkY5uEV6EzhBBYDjfkdm_H5VZjjii4jU4JXIsthvsD2A/s1600-h/DSC02422.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZQvUH8tNjUNero5giEi5Plh0ybjm-jkkupT_TbfOyaMR3GyBCPaRZceJbFeOzHlXscR-hq7fNYAyNRkaOyOs5Ggabf26YhKZkY5uEV6EzhBBYDjfkdm_H5VZjjii4jU4JXIsthvsD2A/s400/DSC02422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956753758630898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9U87PExZmLz8ZKDe2jiSSHhH2b6ihckIA8O3nXOVXduNTgvad5MUH2NAM3hk96SjZy0HkIVent1Ts8Rk5N6svvmD9scVMfmgtXgBeF7HMTcEA39jh1DeYZAZVjmBP_Sfdk9Aiikm-Y2w/s1600-h/DSC02430.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9U87PExZmLz8ZKDe2jiSSHhH2b6ihckIA8O3nXOVXduNTgvad5MUH2NAM3hk96SjZy0HkIVent1Ts8Rk5N6svvmD9scVMfmgtXgBeF7HMTcEA39jh1DeYZAZVjmBP_Sfdk9Aiikm-Y2w/s400/DSC02430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956747676327154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyY-LuicsXJiQbSKBxmvgyWqm_SDPFkDY3HgTgtj0NSAoxhC4ZB_K0cpWZ4pwY3U689rQuytfB5gb6H9pcG2O7M5OCUA09WOb4vXRLU3KcAdayuZ48Cg62Bfj-Gfp57H-7OlLVxrnT5I/s1600-h/DSC02396.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyY-LuicsXJiQbSKBxmvgyWqm_SDPFkDY3HgTgtj0NSAoxhC4ZB_K0cpWZ4pwY3U689rQuytfB5gb6H9pcG2O7M5OCUA09WOb4vXRLU3KcAdayuZ48Cg62Bfj-Gfp57H-7OlLVxrnT5I/s400/DSC02396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956743874440402" /></a><br /><br />We also got in a trip to the park this past week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D__LO9-5abNXNA-LQTEN3KXT6Hq8zoB4Hb_yb3mw4g4Te7VTXjWUFoWjcOHB5049OtIRtTAT0SXGjXUMW0vL__bvmQb_z9-WwZyn8aD9NPgkBT9A6Q8R9ufsIB1QfPuHNhpK3My4QdU/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D__LO9-5abNXNA-LQTEN3KXT6Hq8zoB4Hb_yb3mw4g4Te7VTXjWUFoWjcOHB5049OtIRtTAT0SXGjXUMW0vL__bvmQb_z9-WwZyn8aD9NPgkBT9A6Q8R9ufsIB1QfPuHNhpK3My4QdU/s400/DSC02353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956028876081218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmc-hcsx7w9m3egCvAG0tKkQv85PZZYrI7g_tMl1yL4gopL-Ui7bajQNp68SynGEIzcVnbXjG3kht4CSxUELsLUd_XBhRgYPYIDBqEtIquoi6T2UVsdJvlI4wd1u-iOfUP447vE1S5ks/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmc-hcsx7w9m3egCvAG0tKkQv85PZZYrI7g_tMl1yL4gopL-Ui7bajQNp68SynGEIzcVnbXjG3kht4CSxUELsLUd_XBhRgYPYIDBqEtIquoi6T2UVsdJvlI4wd1u-iOfUP447vE1S5ks/s400/DSC02357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956020885668770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1aJHhcMEfYVuOhmDSqCxl6MGEWVBColbLculv_7g2iP0gTfJwLRJdsnWkU1lFyt280Wm1n7Pj6Y61AKR6W-ZnznyVIfDvkA3VNtkXO2XXheNUvFDLWiEO76ZJqkq3OIIBvz3dLmLe1M/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1aJHhcMEfYVuOhmDSqCxl6MGEWVBColbLculv_7g2iP0gTfJwLRJdsnWkU1lFyt280Wm1n7Pj6Y61AKR6W-ZnznyVIfDvkA3VNtkXO2XXheNUvFDLWiEO76ZJqkq3OIIBvz3dLmLe1M/s400/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396956017035467554" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-58667341469813151262009-10-15T13:26:00.005-05:002009-10-15T13:39:07.124-05:00In the past weekThis little guy turned 6 months old.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrnengvXsgsnQ0SHgDC2o-rx7LsOQzfs1FEgKKhFi0W5LcaGHRn6-hkuqfVPJLd5ui96sqM9XPVskxOewi97XfrA0KCMskJG911WW49TCfNA_ZBz5zs3dLgOXf7teQKtMOm5peaDEMSs/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrnengvXsgsnQ0SHgDC2o-rx7LsOQzfs1FEgKKhFi0W5LcaGHRn6-hkuqfVPJLd5ui96sqM9XPVskxOewi97XfrA0KCMskJG911WW49TCfNA_ZBz5zs3dLgOXf7teQKtMOm5peaDEMSs/s400/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392895837133587826" /></a><br /><br />I can't believe he is already half a year old. We had his 6 month checkup this morning and he was 16 lb 2 oz and 27 inches long. Although I think the nurse may have over-measured his height a bit. He is now eating 1st foods and cereal one to two times per day and is still not even close to sleeping through the night. <br /><br />Also this past week my blog turned 2. I can't believe it. My life has changed so much in the past two years and it is really great to be able to go back and see what was going on back then. <br /><br />And finally I got a NEW CAR!!!! SQUEE!!! I am 29 and have never owned a vehicle that wasn't used. It was really exciting to be able to walk in and pick out the color I wanted (sort of, they only had 2 colors on the lot) and the model. We had been talking about this for 2 years and looking for months. I was in Dallas this past weekend and found a Honda dealer that gave me the price I wanted. So I got to drive home in this shiny new Honda Pilot. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULwWagtzTn4n80jaiYa9yJwZ5IsZqncYBW4AvuJpkCMn2FzQiBPHItwWcFJBtc8ZSYiv2oOopUG_s1tGjqLYIj8VgMipb7a18Ge9Yp9fjoshuaOoo5iXdl7PRIxA_4aXD0VZvposiqrA/s1600-h/DSC02284.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULwWagtzTn4n80jaiYa9yJwZ5IsZqncYBW4AvuJpkCMn2FzQiBPHItwWcFJBtc8ZSYiv2oOopUG_s1tGjqLYIj8VgMipb7a18Ge9Yp9fjoshuaOoo5iXdl7PRIxA_4aXD0VZvposiqrA/s400/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392897559025729794" /></a><br /><br />It has been a big week here and that doesn't even include my 29th birthday that I celebrated last Monday. Now if I could only get my husband to get around to fixing my oven I will be in business.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-49278325495327923732009-10-06T20:26:00.007-05:002009-10-06T20:35:12.536-05:00Husbands can drive you crazySo a few weeks ago my best friend was over and we were flipping through DVDs looking for one to watch and she mentioned that she wanted to watch Interview with the Vampire. My husband loves that movie but for some reason we just never bought it. I mentioned it to my husband that night and told him I was going buy it since it is an old movie and I could get it cheap. <br /><br />Last week I ordered it from Amazon and told my husband. I even followed up to tell him when it had shipped. As of today it has not yet arrived. So my husband has to run to Best Buy tonight to get some gadget he needed and he calls me to tell me that he bought me Interview with the Vampire. He acted completely oblivious to the previous conversations we had regarding my purchase of this movie. Grrr...<br /><br />Then I decide to check the mail and I cannot locate the key to our mailbox anywhere. My husband checked it last night so on a hunch I went out to the mailbox and there was our mail key hanging out of the lock. The first words out of his mouth when I told him about it were "I didn't check the mail last night". Grrr....Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-80584053331804712582009-10-05T11:20:00.010-05:002009-10-05T11:41:38.958-05:00My birthdayToday I turn 29 for the very first time. It is strange to be turning 29 because in my head I am still 22. It seems like every birthday until 21 came so slowly and every one after flew by. It has been a pretty great birthday so far. <br /><br />I celebrated last weekend with my my mom and then this weekend we had friends over for brisket with all the fixings and cake. Next weekend I will celebrate with my dad so it is really more of a birthday month than birthday day. <br /><br />I got to start the day off right with birthday cake for breakfast with my coffee. Yum! And later today my order from Old Navy should arrive with this sweater and these jeans,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7i7BUYZ0f8mlnzV3BICnsw5I_jJU30SxshYy4lIaBBxq804J842LVsPJ7zSD-D037bnktMT2uYFBholUyBTsR20BqBnUAi6SdUCeuGVpvLISekFm4_1354iQ6zPMJpKM0B9lF5-4Uhyc/s1600-h/old+navy+jeans.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7i7BUYZ0f8mlnzV3BICnsw5I_jJU30SxshYy4lIaBBxq804J842LVsPJ7zSD-D037bnktMT2uYFBholUyBTsR20BqBnUAi6SdUCeuGVpvLISekFm4_1354iQ6zPMJpKM0B9lF5-4Uhyc/s400/old+navy+jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389153406127595602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxb6FUs4O_aZvnN2oE7BQw8dgEQcOqEFRG7fOArT8ndo89wBMvtM5M8KyqUaL62ErgT75tZHCnazqCfQuAz8a77g3yGWQTaX59oczN1xSeqtRheMgz2YNONmLvZxKjKk02Fhyx8XZd-sE/s1600-h/Old+navy+sweater.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxb6FUs4O_aZvnN2oE7BQw8dgEQcOqEFRG7fOArT8ndo89wBMvtM5M8KyqUaL62ErgT75tZHCnazqCfQuAz8a77g3yGWQTaX59oczN1xSeqtRheMgz2YNONmLvZxKjKk02Fhyx8XZd-sE/s400/Old+navy+sweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389153404706162402" /></a><br />(pictures courtsey of OldNavy.com)<br /><br />which I will tuck into these boots that my husband bought me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuYinf7CBnIcjZilglhIJ9l-gz6xVjoSpfTL6kcK9w__iNV6ZkQ9gjAbWLcLDVyPMEV16TslWIKx3_l7TvQJn9YoImlKRe19tiWskqEmwzJCicKiHkxzY8hQAccMY9hryQSTxQlv4Qpg/s1600-h/frye+boots.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuYinf7CBnIcjZilglhIJ9l-gz6xVjoSpfTL6kcK9w__iNV6ZkQ9gjAbWLcLDVyPMEV16TslWIKx3_l7TvQJn9YoImlKRe19tiWskqEmwzJCicKiHkxzY8hQAccMY9hryQSTxQlv4Qpg/s400/frye+boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389154002837406546" /></a><br />(They are Frye - Heidi Boots *picture courtesy of Amazon.com)<br /><br />I also picked myself up these 2 shirts and this sweater from Express last week and I love them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOhKXmc-AD59NU7Ubak-kAZlAx82v8XdlNG6Rbue4ytZR-XURhtqpMSWv1M_ZTqGXMjgwnlm_u7pTIyuxoqIOY8nbHA96rENo3dkmf6HbNJJTj2Ia8tHrJu4l3aTbPmnlp9NAIgWJFPM/s1600-h/express+top+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 54px; height: 64px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOhKXmc-AD59NU7Ubak-kAZlAx82v8XdlNG6Rbue4ytZR-XURhtqpMSWv1M_ZTqGXMjgwnlm_u7pTIyuxoqIOY8nbHA96rENo3dkmf6HbNJJTj2Ia8tHrJu4l3aTbPmnlp9NAIgWJFPM/s400/express+top+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389155690334420722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wx4k2VcuNXIPLuWK28fxanN4hwsOugxC5fYKP0m7ZwwkuEn0aQe2Axc7KGBKjia9TJi0OJ-UcN8vXFrkXhaJiyUPfvt27tOBJtIX04UCdUlbJp6T7AlpHeFY0CyKtMpqCJJ7fntzm6U/s1600-h/Express+top+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wx4k2VcuNXIPLuWK28fxanN4hwsOugxC5fYKP0m7ZwwkuEn0aQe2Axc7KGBKjia9TJi0OJ-UcN8vXFrkXhaJiyUPfvt27tOBJtIX04UCdUlbJp6T7AlpHeFY0CyKtMpqCJJ7fntzm6U/s400/Express+top+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389155686330161714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpksG_IybIDgOTn0iUTT1sMAXnl8tRHXReOJVAlbinmdVjGTqgmXH9GZNoyM-asO6AceJCCt8xzJq3Cglf9nElmFzZWl7qSsVWqrUiKbEi6aKx0RPW2SHiImHJrlZ5sfmdt0ksStEyA2o/s1600-h/express+sweater.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 54px; height: 64px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpksG_IybIDgOTn0iUTT1sMAXnl8tRHXReOJVAlbinmdVjGTqgmXH9GZNoyM-asO6AceJCCt8xzJq3Cglf9nElmFzZWl7qSsVWqrUiKbEi6aKx0RPW2SHiImHJrlZ5sfmdt0ksStEyA2o/s400/express+sweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389155684675598418" /></a><br /><br />(pictures courtesy of Express.com)<br /><br />Yay for birthday money and giftcards. My best friend got me a $30 gift card for Ulta this weekend that I am itching to spend. Any suggestions on what to get there?Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-33686549128028597942009-09-30T19:29:00.000-05:002009-09-30T19:30:05.012-05:00and then my oven died in the middle of cooking dinner tonight....Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-1961380752380199302009-09-30T14:06:00.004-05:002009-09-30T14:40:08.819-05:00Cosmic Kick Me sign?I believe somehow I have angered the universe and karma is kicking my butt. I'm not sure exactly what I did but it seems like lately things have just not been working for me. It's nothing big but just little karmic jabs that eventually start to get to you. <br /><br />It started a few weeks ago when we ordered a new sectional couch and the salesman assured me he ordered the correct configuration just as it was in the picture I showed him. Of course when it was delivered 10 days later it was the exact opposite configuration and had to be reordered. No biggie, the people at my local Ashley's furniture store rock and totally took care of me. So it was just the minor inconvenience of having the wrong configuration for 2 weeks while waiting for a new one. <br /><br />Then I got Bear back in MDO after a 3 week break between sessions only to have him sent home "sick" on his 2nd day back although he was perfectly fine when I got him home. This caused me to have to reschedule a desperately needed hair appointment that I had been looking forward to for weeks. Again, no biggie. I was able to get it rescheduled and it worked out OK.<br /><br />Next my husband got placed on a job that required him to work an insane amount of night and weekend hours for 2 weeks. An inconvenience but we made it work. Then the Friday before last I got the stomach bug from hell. It was the sickest I have been in a very, very long time. Luckily my husband had gotten taken off another out of town job so he was able to come home early and help with the kids. I was feeling better by Sunday of that week so my husband sent me to get a pedicure. The pedicure was fine except the lady was a little vigorous in her digging around the edges of my big toe.<br /><br />Monday my big toe was fine, Tuesday it hurt, Wednesday I thought it might fall off, Thursday was bad but not as bad as Wednesday, Friday was slightly better, Saturday was bearable and then I went and wore tight 4 inch heeled torture devices to church on Sunday. Monday I called the doctor who couldn't fit me in until Tuesday. I soaked it in Epson salt water, slathered it with Iodine, Neosporin and anything else I could get my hands on. By yesterday it was slightly better so I canceled the doctor appointment. Today I am monitoring it. So far it seems to be getting better. <br /><br />Also, my inspection on my car was due by the end of September so last Thursday I decided to suck it up and take my car in. The night before we checked everything over to make sure I didn't have any lights out etc. Well when I went in to the inspection place the guy told me that I had a small light out and he would have to replace the bulb before he could pass me. Everything else was fine so I told him to go ahead and do it without asking what bulb he was talking about.<br /><br />Had I checked I could have told him that what he thought was a bulb was just a part of the reflector next to the brake light and there was not a bulb out. However he figured this out once he took my light assembly off and looked himself. No biggie. Except he couldn't get my brake light to work once he took it off. So he took off the reverse light to look at it to see how it was supposed to go and then he dropped the reverse bulb into the light assembly so he had to remove the entire thing from the car to get the bulb out. When he reattached everything none of the lights on that side worked. So he comes in and tells me it must be a wiring issue and I need to get a mechanic to fix it before he can pass me on the inspection. <br /><br />Yes, that is correct. My car was perfect and everything worked when I went in but when the idiot messed with my lights to replace a bulb that did not exist he screwed up the entire tail light area. Lets just say I was beyond angry and I let those guys have it. I also called my husband at work and he called and chewed them out. Yet they still refused to accept any responsibility and kept telling me it was a problem with my car. So they gave me my failure slip and sent me on my way with no brake light, reverse light, or turn signal on my driver's side. I went home and immediately filed a complaint with the BBB. Luckily my husband was able to reconnect the light correctly and screw the bulbs in properly and get it all working. So much for the "wiring" issue. I went back up there and was waiting outside the bay door when they opened the next morning. Those guys wouldn't even look me in the eye. The guys that were working the day before hid in the office and sent out a female mechanic to help me who wasn't there the day before. She passed me without a problem. I still have not heard a response from the BBB complaint although they told me they notified the owner. Lets just say I won't ever go there again. <br /><br />Each of these things were annoying but not a huge deal but put them all together in the past month and I start to wonder if I've got a cosmic kick me sign on my back. My birthday is next Monday so hopefully things will improve soon.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-90674866718639273892009-09-19T21:10:00.004-05:002009-09-19T21:22:03.034-05:00Rice cerealIn hopes of moving closer towards a longer than 1 hour stretch of sleep we mixed up some rice cereal tonight and offered it to our second born child.<br /><br />He looks so little in the high chair.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJrOWDwpGx7xIoKJw0lOMpJ1SgVbWGEgoxZi97gVN7HW2nd39QOVGCc9jB5PsxStBonNDCJ53sOOd8EWzpnfMhw-ySN5A-IWzJDLn7rhKDPsSOc9d9TyUA_CCrdyqpN4Li7WFanfDfeo/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJrOWDwpGx7xIoKJw0lOMpJ1SgVbWGEgoxZi97gVN7HW2nd39QOVGCc9jB5PsxStBonNDCJ53sOOd8EWzpnfMhw-ySN5A-IWzJDLn7rhKDPsSOc9d9TyUA_CCrdyqpN4Li7WFanfDfeo/s400/DSC02015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383367522275485586" /></a><br /><br />Hey Mama, whatcha got there?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJNw6isR7_evzouMTK3ntfGw4OhMHjW4AkQAMo5IgsYj6Qt1HntwakMsUqzrKe15q2q6Gr8CMCEwY6hOr-Htn-jXBKWmRrhyphenhyphenuEJHfa_6jgj9UkfAThR4Ld8fjFwm2fLqm3ulyL_rV7x8/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJNw6isR7_evzouMTK3ntfGw4OhMHjW4AkQAMo5IgsYj6Qt1HntwakMsUqzrKe15q2q6Gr8CMCEwY6hOr-Htn-jXBKWmRrhyphenhyphenuEJHfa_6jgj9UkfAThR4Ld8fjFwm2fLqm3ulyL_rV7x8/s400/DSC02016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383367527631497778" /></a><br /><br />Hmmm....I'm not so sure about this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JoIaiHZMl91QWd6WjaiikQYII8oF3PF4oYX2dT7o4RX1trKhqfK5EDicbclHk3on9zRMUoVgQpj2ZmyyHhMUUfrjuibByudVuoXowKT6GIAV53jFPmSKzdi75gSDlKxO-XMoCiy_Ihc/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JoIaiHZMl91QWd6WjaiikQYII8oF3PF4oYX2dT7o4RX1trKhqfK5EDicbclHk3on9zRMUoVgQpj2ZmyyHhMUUfrjuibByudVuoXowKT6GIAV53jFPmSKzdi75gSDlKxO-XMoCiy_Ihc/s400/DSC02025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383367537464266546" /></a><br /><br />Is it possible to spit out more than Mama puts in?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi33-sxrreSWEW1yyKbXOz4o5eNcDKbJXE0UKWWeTbAukBkeLFGj9-ulKIdqDVwC_mfyum23_yyPxZFabXKhAdbzcMOG7wRMi-2fc6u4C3ZVWWGqAlpQYxyTbfKVyWiPzcfAVPXhQ8UbHg/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi33-sxrreSWEW1yyKbXOz4o5eNcDKbJXE0UKWWeTbAukBkeLFGj9-ulKIdqDVwC_mfyum23_yyPxZFabXKhAdbzcMOG7wRMi-2fc6u4C3ZVWWGqAlpQYxyTbfKVyWiPzcfAVPXhQ8UbHg/s400/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383367543792830978" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-87130867320293467982009-09-18T08:45:00.007-05:002009-09-18T09:06:11.209-05:00Thank you all so much for your supportive comments. This parenting thing is like a big scary roller coaster. Really big highs, crazy curves, and then a stomach in your mouth drop of epic proportions. Only this can happen in a matter of minutes with a child. Monday was just a rough day at the end of a rough couple of weeks. <br /><br />Tuesday shaped up to be slightly better as Bear has Mother's Day Out from 9-3 and I had a hair appointment scheduled for that day. Nothing like highlights and a trim to make you feel like a new woman. But of course those plans got derailed. I managed to get Bear dropped off 20 minutes late on Tuesday because he refused to get out of bed, refused to eat breakfast, and refused to get in and then out of the car. I barely had time to rush through the grocery store and drop off the groceries at the house before hopping in my car to get across town to my hair appointment. On the way the MDO people called and said Bear threw up and I needed to come get him. So I got to reschedule my hair appointment and head over to pick up my toddler that I dropped off just an hour and a half before. I showed up and before I even made it to the second set of doors into the center I could hear him screaming. Yay....<br /><br />He was fine for the rest of the day, of course. Wednesday wasn't too bad because my husband finally finished up the soul sucking job he has been working on for weeks and got home by 6. We even managed to go have dinner together as a family. So that was nice. Yesterday was perfect. It was the day I have been needing for awhile. Bear was in a good mood, my hair appointment was good, I got to have lunch with my best friend, I made THREE trips to Target (1 was because the checker forgot to give me one of my bags) and my husband got home at 5:45 so we had dinner and then he took Bear out for an hour and a half plus gave him a bath and put him to bed for me. Score! <br /><br />Now my only complaint is Tater being out of sorts. I don't know if it is teething, a growth spurt or just one of those developmental phases. He has been sleeping even worse than usual. Waking at least hourly. Plus he hasn't been eating normally. He keeps fussing and pulling away. I have tried Orajel with little luck. So I am going to start him on rice cereal tonight and see how that goes. He just fusses all the time. Playing with toys in his swing seems to be the only thing that makes him happy and even that is only for short periods of time. Wish me luck on this one.<br /><br />Thank goodness I have Glee recorded on my DVR from Wednesday to watch at nap time. There needs to be something to look forward to today.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-78133268650934451482009-09-14T12:16:00.006-05:002009-09-14T12:50:03.326-05:00More of 2I'll admit, I was one of those smug moms with 1 kid who didn't really get what all the fuss was about. Bear was a relatively easy baby and I found staying home with him wasn't difficult at all. Then I went and decided to add another baby to the mix and my easy baby turned into this 2 year old that I don't know how to handle half the time. Add in a husband who has been working an insane amount of hours including weekends. Not so easy anymore.<br /><br />I am just overwhelmed. Mostly with my toddler. Tater is a pretty easy baby so besides the time demands of breastfeeding and the not sleeping through the night we are doing OK. But Bear is a whole 'nother ballgame. The kicking, spitting, throwing things, breaking toys and furniture, screaming, crying, not napping and general melee is in full force. It is not all of the time but it seems to be becoming more the rule than the exception lately. I am sure some of it is new baby jealousy and some is not having daddy around much but it is driving me crazy. <br /><br />I feel like I am all alone in this because it seems the people I know either have kids that didn't go through this, or went through it later (if I hear that 3 is worse one more time I am going to pack up and run away from home), or they have girls and have dealt more with the crying side of things and less of the physical things like hitting and breaking things. I have just been refraining from blogging because I really don't like writing negative things about my kids or family on here. I want to focus on the milestones and the funny antecdotes and not use this to whine about how hard my life is. I know in the grand scheme of things we are doing good and this is just a phase. There are times when Bear is amazing and I do see progress in his behavior. But when you are in the trenches of yet another battle over naptime or a diaper change it feels like this is how it always is and it will never end. <br /><br />I have had a bit of a break the last 2 weeks because Mother's Day Out started back up after summer break and Bear is now going 2 days a week. This gives me a chance to focus on just one kid and even get some things done without worrying about someone dissolving into a puddle on the floor screaming about the latest injustice of being 2. I just want to see some kind of improvement and it seems that for every good day we have we end up following it with 2 meltdown filled days. Moving him to the toddler bed has in some ways made things worse. Nights were tricky at first but once we figured out that he needs it to be completely dark to sleep we were able to make it a little easier but now naps are a nightmare. He yet ready to give up nap<br />time which is evidenced by his much improved behavior on the days that he does nap. <br /><br />So I have just been keeping my head down and trying to slog through this difficult period. I just can't help but think how great things are when Bear acts good and just wish kids didn't have to go through this phase. <br /><br />In other news, Tater turned FIVE months old on Saturday. How insane is that? He is growing by leaps and bounds and it is so much fun to enjoy this baby phase all over again. We are going to be starting him on rice cereal and some first foods in the next couple of weeks. Hopefully he will start sleeping through the night soon.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFAWt_1CesL4zqAXssAdCOh5-ph_5hbTUqoyU-FdkA7UVsyAGlY4H17j1U61-NTSapuhzQM49uEfR_eC_p_5oHN9ldJfaFI4TONi0Bo1nL7dRPJAiTi2shRb8QeBtU_mKQkHyjS4yoSY/s1600-h/DSC01817.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFAWt_1CesL4zqAXssAdCOh5-ph_5hbTUqoyU-FdkA7UVsyAGlY4H17j1U61-NTSapuhzQM49uEfR_eC_p_5oHN9ldJfaFI4TONi0Bo1nL7dRPJAiTi2shRb8QeBtU_mKQkHyjS4yoSY/s400/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381380993081154802" /></a>Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-33291239123489102282009-08-10T11:39:00.004-05:002009-08-10T11:52:20.967-05:00Sleeping like a toddlerSo the time came to move Bear to his big boy bed this weekend. His new room has been set up since December but I just knew he wasn't ready yet. Last week was a tough week. He kept crawling out of his crib and refusing to listen. Before he might crawl out once and then he would stay in after we put him in the second time. But this past week he decided he was so done with the crib. <br /><br />Saturday we got up and made a trip to Toys R Us to pick up a baby gate for his big boy room. We also picked up a mattress protector and some corner cushions for the sharp furniture edges in his room. We went home and put him down for his nap. While he was napping we assembled the bed rail I bought a few months ago and baby proofed his room with plug covers, a baby gate, door knob cover for the closet door and corner cushions on the furniture. <br /><br />When bed time rolled around we followed our normal routine with a bath and a couple of stories but this time we cuddled in his new twin bed to read. He did fine until we walked out of the room and then he was screaming and banging on the door. We went back in a few times and put him down but he kept getting up and turning on his light. Finally we just left him up and figured he would lay down when he was tired. We have a video monitor set up so we could keep an eye on him and eventually he did tire out and fell asleep. He made it until 7:45 Sunday morning before he was banging on the door calling out for me. <br /><br />He even sort of napped in his room yesterday. He passed out on the floor but at least he slept some. Last night we went through it all again and he fell asleep about an hour after we put him down. He was playing quietly with books and his cars so I was happy. The only catch is that he keeps his overhead light on. Even though he has a fairly bright night light. But I guess if he can fall asleep with all that light I'm not going to fight it. <br /><br />Now I am trying to transition Tater tot to the crib. Wish me luck.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128356272633778761.post-5863892067624106722009-07-29T22:28:00.004-05:002009-07-29T22:47:18.810-05:00The quarter life clothing crisisI am a 28, almost 29, year old mother of 2. I still look closer to the 20 end of the age scale than the 30. However my figure is not what it once was after 2 pregnancies and 2 c-sections. I am only 2 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight but those are the biggest two pounds I have ever carried. My jeans that were snug before pregnancy are now screaming for mercy. So my husband told me this weekend to go out and buy myself a few new things to spruce up the wardrobe. Tuesday morning I dropped off Bear at Mother's Day Out and Tater tot and I set out for some shopping.<br /><br />I hit the mall first and wandered through a couple of department stores but I couldn't decide whether to shop in the juniors or the missus or maybe petites. I walk through the juniors and I just can't get past this bag lady chic look they have going. Every outfit is 3 see through cheap shirts layered over a cami with a scarf around the neck and skinny jeans topped off with 15 necklaces. I look at the missus section and I am just so not ready to go there yet. I don't want to dress like my mom, or worse yet, my grandma. A forever 21 had opened up while I was pregnant so I wandered in there with my stroller and I am fairly certain I should be babysitting the other girls shopping there not buying the same clothes as them. Don't even get me started on the wet seal or abercrombie. <br /><br />I even tried Gap, Express, New York and Co and a few other stores but nothing. It didn't help that Tater was not in the mood for shopping and kept protesting the stroller so I was carrying him while pushing my purse in the stroller. I nursed him in the car in the mall parking lot and got him settled enough to head to Old Navy. Can you believe that I did not find one thing that looked cute on me? The only good thing that came out of my trip to the changing room was a private breastfeeding session versus feeding Tater in the car. <br /><br />It's not just the fashions it is just so many things. Not knowing how I should dress now that I am not a college kid anymore but not wanting to fall into the SAHM shlumpyness. The fact that my body is now fatter in the middle and wider in the hips. I can't wear the cute strapless shirts or anything that doesn't cover a nursing bra. <br /><br />So I gave up. I went home and looked at my closet full of clothes and decided that perhaps instead of trying to find clothes to mask the body that I have perhaps I should work on getting that body back into the clothes that I have. Then I went online and bought a Wii Fit with the money my husband gave me.Someone Being Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08984828094257765105noreply@blogger.com7