Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Then there's the whole leaving-our-friends-behind business. Our neighbors, people at church, Ryan and Melissa, my coworkers....my patients! Man! And I'm sort of terrible at this, so please don't be offended if you don't feel like I give you the goodbye you deserve. Nick is more of the social situations expert in the family.
Well, Mia is here and things are going great so far. Ava is a little territorial, but for a nice change, the girls aren't ganging up on Scott, so that's awesome. We're taking tons of pictures, getting used to that new camera, but again with the uploading issue!
We've got a busy busy week coming up. Nick has to work on Monday, I'm babysitting Real Live Not A Baby Anymore Nathan on Tuesday, we close on the house on Tuesday, Warren has his four month appt and shots on Tuesday (don't call on Tuesday unless you're offering to help please) I work on Wednesday, my mom and dad fly in Wednesday night at ELEVEN THIRTY AT NIGHT, and then it's a weekend at the beach, fireworks, fun, and then on Monday afternoon we head to Biloxi. Whew. I'm exhausted already! And I didn't even mention packing for three children and myself for a six week stay!
So that's what I've been up to lately. There's a new Dean Koontz book I haven't had time to buy, let alone read. My Sister's Keeper (one of my favorite books) has been made into a movie that I haven't had time to see. I haven't worked out in ages, I haven't cleaned the house in years (thanks for doing it babe) but I have spent a lot of time cuddling with all three of my babies and my niece, and I'm reading a new parenting book that I think is really helping. I notice that I don't yell as much, and Ava seems to be getting a little bit better at obeying. Her anger isn't so much under control yet, but baby steps, right?
No idea when I'll be able to get some pics on here, but they're cute, trust me!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Great news: Kenny bought us the camera we've had our eye on! Thanks Grandpa! We're still getting used to it, and hopefully when my dad's up here next week he can show me some artistic techniques to use...I'm pretty excited! And he said I can have his lenses, as long as they're compatible! So that's pretty awesome.
All right, here's the pics. They're all pretty self explanatory, so I won't add comments. And hopefully I'll be back soon to blog a little more. Tomorrow I head over to TN to pick up Cousin Mia!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Here we are at the entrance, waiting for everyone to get together. We met Ryan, Melissa, and Real Live Baby Nathan, and our friends from next door, Aimee Rice and her three year old son, Owen. The entrance is so pretty! We're still trying to get our family picture done, and I couldn't help but think we should do it there, with all those pretty blue flower things and the water...but alas. Not gonna do it. BTW, I'm getting quite the collection of pics of the back of Scott's head.
Here we all are on that water ride. Ava is now tall enough to ride ALONE!!! And she wanted to! I myself think it would be boring to be alone, but she thought she was just the coolest thing since sliced bread.
Here's Ryan (Ava's boyfriend) and Real Live Baby Nathan, who isn't really a baby anymore, he's fifteen months!
And Aimee and Owen.
Some action shots on the slides in Dragon Land...and yes, that's Ryan!
Daddy and Scott on some sort of dragon ride...
I was begging for formula at this point, so I'm not sure...guess she's in some sort of volcano?
Daddy and Scott on the carousal, isn't this a great picture?
Ava, Scott and Owen on the Clydesdale ride.
So Sunday morning, I get up early to get ready. I make a bunch of little Platex nurser bottles with the exact amount of water, not a drop more, and throw those in the diaper bag. I fill our little canister divider with the perfect measured amount of formula. I pack snacks, changes of clothes, diapers, wipes, sippie cups, sunscreen, bugspray- all the pounds and pounds of useless extras that moms of three bring everywhere we go. Then we loaded up and went on our merry way.
Fast forward till eleven thirty. Warren wakes up screaming, hot and hungry and looking for a bottle. I reach into the diaper bag, pull out a bottle, then start fishing around for the formula canister.
The formula canister is sitting on the kitchen counter.
I WENT TO BUSCH GARDENS WITH NO FOOD FOR MY FOUR MONTH OLD.
My stomach felt like a rock, I broke out into a cold sweat. I searched my other two bags, but I knew it was hopeless, I remember now that I left it sitting right on the counter! I tell Nick, who is upset, but not mad. Thank you Lord, for my husband.
So what did I do? I did what I had to. I found a woman with a baby who looked about nine months old, and I begged her for food. And, touched by the hand of God, I can only assume, this other mama gave me some formula.
Four hours later, I did the same thing. And another generous mother gave me formula then too.
Now, we were willing to leave the park to go buy formula, but I didn't want to spoil the fun for everyone, so I bit the bullet and begged. And, for those of you who know me, you know how hard this was. I do NOT talk to people. I barely have the courage to talk to my friends, let alone strangers.
I think this was a punishment of sorts for last summer! We went to Disney and one day I was in a bathroom changing Scott and this mother (she couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen) came up to me, terrified and crying, because she'd forgotten to pack diapers. She very very humbly asked if she could buy one for me. I said 'Girl, I have a hundred, here you go, you certainly don't have to pay for it' and I handed her a diaper. As in ONE DIAPER! By the time it dawned on me that she probably would appreciate more than one, she was gone! I looked for her because I felt like a real douchebag, but I never did find her. I'm haunted by this poor girl, who found the courage to ask for help from a stranger, and that stranger totally screwed her over. I feel really really awful about it!
So that's my Mother of the Year story for the day. And by the way, this isn't the first time I've left the house without formula. Or the second. Or the third or fourth. Goodness.
PS One good (great) thing that came out of this? The second lady only had soy, but I didn't care, my baby was HUNGRY! He drank the whole thing and didn't throw up one drop. So we're switching to soy. I'm so sick of getting vom on all my shirts.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
We are waiting to go to the gym because Warren is STILL IN BED! That's right, he's been sleeping thru (for the most part) for a few weeks now. Boy, were we wrong in assuming that he'd do it even earlier than Scott. He's even older than Ava was! But it's happening, and that's what counts, right?
Ava is my little early bird. Or rather, Nick's little early bird. We've tried keeping her up later than our regular seven thirty bedtime, but it doesn't make a difference- that child gets up at six in the morning, every morning, no matter what. Ohh, pray for me when we head to CT. Nick will have to be to school by seven, leaving me to do morning duty. It will be a HUGE change from my usual eight, eight thirty wake up time.
Scott usually lasts a little longer, especially now that we've convinced Ava NOT to shout at him to wake up at six so that she can 'read' him a story. Lately, I've been having to get him up at eight so that we can get Ava to school! So, Scott definitely takes after Mama.
Here they are this morning, pretending to go to bed on the living room floor. Hey kids, want me to take you upstairs and you can 'pretend' to sleep in your beds? :)
And sweet baby Warren. The other day I set up under his jungle gym for some tummy time while I got Scott a snack. He was laughing for a while, then fussing for a little bit, but nothing big. After snacks, I went in there to get him and I found him fast asleep on the floor!!! Have you EVER seen anything more precious? I highly doubt it.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Here's two shots of the kitchen...Gas stove! I've been getting really worried about that! The idea of having to cook on electric-ugh. Turns my stomach. The Lord listens, ya'll. You think He wouldn't give a hoot about those piddly little things, but if it's important to you, it's important to Him. Most important realization of my life! Anyway.
The downstairs bathroom. I have to specify because there's THREE BATHROOMS! Real ones too, not a toilet in the laundry room/pantry/storage closet. Real bathrooms with sinks and mirrors and bathtubs and no costco boxes of diapers stored in every nook and cranny! Well, I'll store them there if I have to. But you get the point.
Master bathroom. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a magical place where a husband and wife can brush their teeth without spitting toothpaste into each other's hair, where they can take shower without tripping on Elmo and Bert and Ernie and Thomas and James and Percy in the bottom of the tub, where women can reach for their eyeliner in a drawer and not come up with a crayon...ohh, master bathroom. We are going to be such good friends, I just know it. I can't wait to meet you!
And the final, best, most wonderful, blessed, longed-for, appreciated room in the whole house. The walk in closet. I don't think I need to say anything else. Sigh. Note how Warren's nursery would fit right there in that little corner.
Monday, June 15, 2009
And I think it's super cool that, not only can she do C, but she can also recite A and B too! It's so amazing how much she soaks up! D is pretty easy, but E is looking pretty difficult...I'll keep you posted!
But then we got to thinking, how much do you do on the computer? Besides spending hours a day reading blogs and facebooking, I mean? You pay bills, check your bank accounts, talk to friends and family, shop, plan menus and grocery trips, and this is all at home. Then at work, forget it! We don't even use paper and pens anymore in the clinic I'm at. So, they probably need to at least understand how the mouse works, right?
So off to Target we went, and got some sort of Elmo and Big Bird teach you how to count and learn your colors. Eh. Poor Ava is totally retarded with her right hand, but I called our Resident Lefty Expert and she said to stick with the right, so that's what we're gonna do. I got frustrated and abandoned her, but Nick stuck it out and said she did really really well.
So that's what's weighing on my heart tonight. Seems like a silly thing, but it hurts when the things you've planned for your kids- your very own flesh and blood- don't work out. Am I being ridiculous? Yes. Am I still worried that she'll become addicted to porn or turn into one of those people in black trench coats who play Halo? Yes. But I also don't want her to be the only person still alive who doesn't know how to point and click.