Friday, January 29, 2010

9 months

Dear John,
You are 9 months old today! It amazes me to think that you have been outside my body for just as long as you were inside of it. I can't believe how much you have grown! You have blessed my life more than I thought possible!
At 9 months you:
weigh 17 lbs 11 oz (11%)
are 29 inches long (71%)
sleep 12 hours at night
and 3 to 5 hours for naps
eat baby food willingly but you prefer to feed yourself
use the pincer grasp to pick up food
love carbohydrates and dislike most veggies
can shove about 35 cheerios in your mouth at once
hold your own bottle
crawl so fast! (I fear the day you learn to run!)
You also:
pull up on furniture and "cruise"
love knocking down block towers

love cheering on the Tide

totally rock the baby Mohawk

have posed for GQ

ALWAYS have something in your mouth

are in touch with your sensitive side

are familiar with head injuries

curl your toes when you stand

are full of curiosity

still love your mommy best!

You know, when Daddy is not around!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

PSF and the Positives of a Negative

So I did something a little crazy the other day.
A little over a month ago, I stopped breastfeeding John. In the past, this action has been a trigger to my dormant ovaries that it is time to become fertile again and my very favorite aunt shows up almost immediately.
But this time, the tricky little witch has been dragging her feet. She loves tormenting me so I really shouldn't be surprised but I started to get concerned. Even though the hubs and I are taking certain precautions, nothing is foolproof.
And when you consider just how many times birth control has made a fool of me(read the full story here, here, and here)...well, I'm just sayin'.
So I went to Walgreens and I bought a test.
Three, actually, but that is because I rarely believe the first one.
So anyways, I came home and stood in my bathroom debating with myself as to whether or not I actually needed to pee. My fear was that I might really NOT be pregnant, but that somehow, peeing on the stick would make me pregnant...yeah, I know! Go back and read the first line of this post! You have to understand that my track record with pregnancy tests is not good! I have only ever had one negative test and it was WRONG! I just didn't know it was wrong for 10 more days. And twice I have taken a test fully confident that I was not pregnant, simply looking for confirmation, only to end up with Libby and John!
So, needless to say, I was nervous about peeing on this stick.

So that is what it looks like with only one line! I think I am going to keep it for posterity.
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Eat My Shorts!

I am used to kids "helping" with the laundry, but John's method of folding left something to be desired!


He preferred chewing to actual folding



Although after a few minutes of that, he seemed to realize that maybe daddy's boxers didn't make the best snack!




"Mom, I think I am done with these...how about a real snack!"



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Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater


It's hard not to label your kids. Especially when those children are of the same sex. I think it just helps to further differentiate them. John usually is just referred to as "the boy" and that pretty much covers it. But when it comes to Libby and Emma Jane, I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I am guilty of labeling them.

Some common Emma Jane labels include the scrappy one, the funny one, the spirited one, the fearless one, the drama queen, the athletic one, the bully, the loud one, the physical one, the independent one, the leader, the messy one and when I am annoyed, the one listed on Ebay.

Libby is our sweet one, the thoughtful one, the methodical one, the princess, the mother hen, the space invader, the touchy one, the verbal vomiter, the organizer, the sensitive one, the pretty one (what? I didn't say that!), the fashionista, the future litigator, etc. But recently I have discovered a new and rather unexpected label for Libby...

The CHEATER!
*gasp*

Yep, my sweet, smiley Libby cheats!

I guess I should have mentioned that Libby is also the competitive one. She likes, no has, to win. She does not handle losing well. And being the creative thinker that she is, she came up with a method to remedy that problem!

The other night, she and I were playing Candyland after EJ and John went to bed and that little stinker totally tried to pull the wool over my eyes! And when I called her out on it, she got all annoyed with me!

Let me set the scene:
Every time it was Libby's turn to draw a card, she would grab a card and barely look at it before throwing it down into a messy pile next to her. (Now if you refer to the earlier list of labels you will note that Libby is the methodical one. Normally her cards are placed in a neat, precise little pile set at a right angle with the edge of the board.)

So right away, I knew something was up, but I wasn't sure what. Being taller than Libby, I was able to see her cards even though she only allowed them to be visible for a split second before discarding.

We were both happily moving along the path towards Candy Castle, when Libby made her first dishonest move. I saw quite clearly that she had drawn a single red, but she moved her piece to the second red square. When I corrected her, she said (all annoyed like) "Mom, it was a double red!"

Wrong! So I asked to see her card. She gestured towards the messy pile and said, "I don't know which one was my card, but it was a double red. I am supposed to move two spaces!" And as she is saying this she is holding her hands out, palms up and looking at me as if I am the dumbest creature on earth! (When did she turn 14?)

A few moves later, she tried something similar. She drew a yellow, which would have landed her on a licorice spot and caused her to lose a turn so she moved one extra space. And then a few minutes later, I had to leave the room to check on Emma Jane and when I came back she was rearranging the cards!
Surprise, surprise...the next card she drew was Princess Frostine!!

I still managed to beat her (fair and square) and I have to say, for the first time, I enjoyed seeing one of my children lose.

Served her right, the tricky little minx.

Who would have guessed that sweet innocent face was just a front?!

For more stories that will leave you shaking your head in disbelief, head on over to Once Upon a Miracle for True Story Tuesday.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Sick for Six

Yesterday was my 6th wedding anniversary...


But since I spent the day taking care of vomiting children, it wasn't the most romantic anniversary we ever had.

Oh well, better luck next year, babe!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

PSF and Murder for Money

Have you you ever stopped to consider what your "price" is?

How far would you go for millions pennies?

Would you kill for the big payout?


I have never really stopped to ponder this dilemma until I realized that one of my children is capable of murder...



This poor innocent pig was slaughtered for the sake of a few pennies and a quarter or two. A life cut short because a certain angelic looking daughter needed to hold a few coins in her hot little hand.


What a waste...


If only someone had told Emma Jane that there was a "withdrawal" hole in the bottom, this poor pig might not have been shaken to death!

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Let 'er Rip!

I have had a lot of weird dreams.

I have been pregnant three times and that random "wacky, vivid dreams" side effect hit me hard each time.


When I was pregnant with Libby, my vivid dreams had something of an...erotic angle! Yep, I had sex dreams almost every night. Vivid sex dreams.

And unfortunately my sweet husband who wasn't puttin' out at the time because he was so freaked out by my big belly was not always the star of those dreams.


Pretty much any guy that happened to cross my path during any given day had the potential to pop into my head while unconscious. I am talking coworkers, friends of my husband, the husbands of my friends, the UPS guy, that teenage boy helping his little sister sell girl scout cookies in my neighborhood...oh yeah,it was bad! These dreams were a source of serious (secret) embarrassment for me until I confessed my imaginary sins to a good friend of mine and she laughed hysterically told me that it happened to her too.

Whew!

Good to know I am not the biggest freak on the planet. Because I was really starting to feel like a perve!

Thankfully once I stopped being pregnant the dreams stopped as well. And even better, that particular brand of dream did not make a repeat performance during my next two pregnancies.


When I am not pregnant, my dreams are usually pretty random and jumbled and forgotten almost immediately. But every once in a while I will have a dream that is so real and vivid that I immediately take a pregnancy test when I wake up I have trouble remembering that it was just a dream.


Like the one I had a few nights ago...


In my dream, I was at bible study. Totally normal. All the regular people were there. Condoleeza Rice and Axl Rose were not in attendance so really there was nothing about this dream that triggered my sleeping brain to realize that it was in fact a dream. It could not have been more mundane and boring.


And then the dream became a nightmare...

I leaned forward to make a note in my book and as I did so, I let one rip! And it was loud! There was an audible gasp from the group and all I could do was shrug and say "sorry."


And then I woke.

And spent the entire rest of the day trying to decide whether it was just a dream or whether I really did fart during bible study.


And to be honest, I am still not sure whether my worst nightmare actually was just my worst nightmare. It still gives me the shudders!


Anyone reading this that was at bible study and would like to clear the air my name, feel free to do so.

Thanks!




This post was inspired by the writing prompts from:

Mama's Losin' It


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Movin' on up

I realized that John has been crawling for weeks now and I have yet to post a video! The poor, forgotten third child never gets any love. :(

He is crawling so well that he was moved from the bed babies room to the crawlers room in our church's nursery last Sunday. It is always a little sad for me when my baby is kicked out promoted out of the baby room. Partly because it means my baby is growing up so fast and mostly partly because the crawler's room is where all the germs live!

Agghh!

Well, John, here's to you having a cold every other week until you learn to walk!

This video is from a couple of weeks ago. He is much faster now.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

A four-year-old's dowry

At church, I overheard Libby having a rather intense discussion with her friend, Nicholas. It went something like this:

Libby: Nicholas, you are going to marry me someday.

Nicholas: I don't want to marry you. I want to marry Summer!
Mommy: *coughtrampcough*

Libby: But Nicholas, you have to marry me. I already have an Ariel dress!


Seriously Nick, how can you resist!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

twins?

Have you ever heard it said that everyone has a twin somewhere?
I really think that is true.
My twin has the benefit of being a celebrity so she was easy for me to find.
You see the resemblance between me and this girl young enough to play a high school student her, right?

No? Well, humor me anyways...

So, for those of you that follow my IRL friend Emily's blog, you may remember this picture from one of her recent posts. For those of you that don't know Emily, what rock have you been living under check her out here. She totally rocks!
So Libby happened to be sitting with me while I was checking blogs the day this picture posted. I asked Libby who she saw in the picture and she replied, "That's Medalee and Uncle Philip."
Wrong.
Actually that is Melody's Uncle Andy. So why would my daughter think that this was a picture of her own uncle?

Well, here is a picture of the real Uncle Philip. What do you think?
That is quite a resemblance!
And Libby and I are not the only ones that think so.

Emily showed a picture of Philip to Melody and asked her who it was and Melody said, "Uncle Andy."


I have always suspected that Emily and I shared DNA somehow...
So who is your twin?


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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

UnNatural Organics?

So the other day I was at one of my least favorite places buying formula for John.

I really love formula. We are both so much happier now that he is on a bottle.

I am loving wearing regular bras for the first time in...well really 5 years. And John is just thrilled to latch on to a nipple and actually receive sustenance from the other end. He doesn't miss nursing too much. Occasionally he will still take a nosedive towards the girls when we are snuggling, but I am pretty sure he is just copping a feel. I mean you do remember his Indian name, right?


So back to Target...I was in the baby aisle and I saw this:

Really? Organic formula?


Is it just me or does that seem like an oxymoron?

It's formula.

A man-made, chemical imitation of breast milk.

Do people actually pay the extra money for an already overpriced item just because it says organic on the label?


That just seems silly to me.

If you want organic formula, don't go to Target.

Check your bra.


Organic formula is sometimes also called breast milk.

Just sayin'

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Motivation



Most people start a new year ready for a fresh start and full of motivation to make changes.


And usually somewhere around mid-January, that motivation dies.




I think my trainer's New Year's resolution was to make me throw up. Sometimes after a workout with her, I come home and check the internet to see it Jillian Michaels has died in a freak accident...because I am sure that Julie is channeling her spirit!




So the other day during a particularly brutal workout, I received a boost in motivation. I was doing v-ups, which suh-huck by the way, and practically in tears when an older gentleman (probably in his 60s) walked by and said something to my trainer. She burst out laughing at what ever he had said.
When I finished my set she said, "So that man that just spoke to me said 'I would like for my wife to have her body. Can you do that for me?' "
That comment totally made my day. And it made going back to gym next time much easier. Apparently all I need for motivation is an inappropriate comment from a man old enough to be my father! Sick, I know!
For more stories we just can't make up, visit True Story Tuesdays at Once Upon a Miracle.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Improvisation

I love cooking. I find it somewhat therapeutic. But ever since John was born, I have found it really hard to cook as much as I want to. I am usually exhausted by the end of the day and at least two of my children generally have a meltdown around 5:00. We call this the "witching hour."
So I have been trying to use my crock pot more often as a way to combat this dilemma. The other day I planned to make this really yummy and healthy creamy chicken dish in the crock pot. This recipe is super easy and I always have the ingredients on hand.
Usually...
The recipes calls for:
boneless, skinless chicken breast
2 cans cream of mushroom soup
1 packet of Lipton's dry french onion soup mix
1 cup of sour cream
When I went to the pantry to gather the ingredients I found the following:
1 can cream of mushroom soup
I probably should have double checked my inventory before making this particular dinner plan. Since I knew my family would be expecting dinner that evening and I had pulled the 'I'm too tired to cook, let's get take out" card the previous night. So I improvised.
I used 1 package of bone-in, skinless chicken thighs, 1 can of cream of mushroom and 1 can of cream of celery, 1 package dry brown gravy mix and 1 cup of plain yogurt.
This was either going to turn out really good or really disgusting. And since there was no back up plan, if it turn out to be really disgusting we were going to be SOL for the second night in a row!
Luckily it turned out pretty good. Not as good as the original, but I am the only one that noticed. Brad, the girls and even John ate it up!
So let this be a lesson to you: You can only "go to" your favorite recipes if you remember to restock the staples!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

PSF- We Are the Champions

It has taken me a long time to consider Florida home.
I grew up in Alabama and I just loved everything about it! I never thought I would leave the South.
(For those of you scratching your heads at my geography skills, I am aware that latitudinally Florida is south of Alabama. But trust me, it is not part of the South.)
Anyways. The years have passed and I have come to love Florida. But I still missed my home state sometimes.
Like during football season.

I am especially missing it tonight because for the first time since 1992, my alma mater, the University of Alabama played in the National Championship game.
And we WON!!!


The only thing that could have made this victory sweeter for me would have been if my husband had surprised me with tickets to Pasadena I had watched the game with other Bama fans.


Instead I watched it with an FSU fan, two Gators, two Mizzou Tigers, two USF Bulls and 2 Steelers fans that don't even really follow college ball. (love you guys!)
So I am celebrating all by myself. Since the only other Bama fans in the house are currently asleep. I can always count on these three to cheer on the Tide with me!

Of course, they will pretty much do anything for a cupcake!!
ROLL TIDE!!!




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I hate mice and I don't share cookies

I love the end of the day.


When the children are bathed and everyone is winding down.


Every night after they have on their jammies, the girls and I curl up on Libby's bed to read stories. They each get to pick out one book for me to read.



While I cherish the time that I get to cuddle up with my babies and smell their sweet, freshly washed hair I have come to somewhat dread story time. Because I know inevitably Emma Jane will plop down in my lap and hand me...


THE COOKIE BOOK!


Or to those of you that don't live in my house: If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.


I didn't use to hate this book. In fact, at one time, I thought it was a pretty cute little story. But after reading it over and over and over again, every.single.day, I find myself hoping that the boy will put out a mouse trap and just kill be done with that cookie scavenging little rodent.


I just want to know, didn't anyone ever teach that kid that you shouldn't feed unfamiliar animals? This is important information for a child! And where exactly is his mother while he allows a filthy little beast to contaminate the house? Never has a family needed a cat more!


Sometimes when I just can't take it anymore, I hide the book and get a few days or weeks of reprieve. But that tricky little minx Emma Jane always manages to find it eventually (probably because we have multiple copies floating around) and then we have to make up for lost time.


"Cookie book, cookie book, cookie book!"


Just kill me now.



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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Could we be more redneck?

Not only do my children routinely run around outside pantsless
but, oh yeah, those are real live dead ducks my daughters are snuggling holding!
I just feel so sorry for this poor animal. Thankfully he is not aware of the indignities he suffers at the hands of my daughters, being dead and all.
Libby just found out that not only does she not get to keep her new duck forever, but said duck is about to become dinner.
That's right I cooked those suckers up for dinner!
Like I said, red. neck.
I didn't actually see her do it, but I am pretty sure that Libby may have given her duck a kiss on the beak.
I made her wash thoroughly just in case.

Random Thoughts

I really wanted to have a True Story Tuesday for you today, but I just can't get my head on straight today. It's a bullet list kind of day for me.

  • I finally got around to purging the playroom of old toys to make room for the new Christmas toys. Libby handled the loss of some of her things very well, especially when I explained that we were going to give them away so that children without many toys could have them. Emma Jane on the other hand was sure that I was stealing from her and immediately ratted me out to daddy. "Mommy is gibbin my toes to da udder kids!"
  • What is it about boys that makes them require such massive quantities of food? This morning John had 8 ounces of formula (I LOVE that he takes a bottle, btw!) 1/3 cup of apples and almost a whole waffle! And when he started to slow down between bites, I assumed he was getting full so I gave the last quarter of his waffle to Libby. I have never seen a baby stare down someone like that! If looks could kill...
  • I went back to the gym for the first time since Thanksgiving. I have decided that my trainer really does hate. She is always so sweet and smiles at me, but really she must be trying to kill me!
  • Old people behind the wheel really scare me. My kids and I were almost mowed down by a little old lady with a handicap tag in the Publix parking lot yesterday. And she laid on the horn as if she was the one almost hit!
  • I have officially given up potty training EJ for the time being. We will try again when she tells me she wants to do it. But then last night she runs into the kitchen and tells me she needs to go potty. I let her try, she did her business in the potty and then says to me, "I went teetee in the potty. I have a yick of Nutella now?" That little chocolate whore! Do you think if I leave a jar of Nutella by the toilet, she will potty train herself?
  • Dan Humphries called me last night. When I saw the caller ID for a split second I thought perhaps my life had become an episode of Gossip Girl. Turns out it was just a wrong number. I wonder if Chuck Bass will call me next?
  • I totally forgot that yesterday was my blogiversary! Is it okay if I pretend that it is really next Monday and do my planned anniversary post then?

That's all I've got for now. Hopefully my brain will soon become capable of coherent thought soon! Happy Tuesday!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Who says blondes have more fun?

So far 2010 has been a great year! I have already started tackling my list of to-do's and have made pretty good headway with several of my items.
And #16 has been totally crossed off the list.
It's done!
Saturday afternoon I walked into my salon looking like this:
and came out 4 hours later looking like this:
I'd say redheads definitely have the most fun!

Friday, January 1, 2010

21 for 2010

Letters of Intent


Dear 2010,

Here you are at last.
I have spent much of the last few days thinking about the year to come and what my expectations and goals are for the next 12 months. And as I am making my usual list of resolutions, I can't help but think about an expectation that won't be realized this year...because he came last year!
I was born in 1980.
My father was born in 1950.
His father was born in 1920.
Since even before I was married, I always expected to have baby in 2010. Thus continuing the 30 year separation between parent and child. But since John came a little sooner than I had planned, that is one tradition that will be dying this year.

I don't know why that has been making me laugh all day...


Anyways. On to the resolutions that actually have a prayer of coming true. These are 21 goals/hopes/expectations I have for 2010:
(in no particular order)


1. Potty train Emma Jane
2. Start cooking again, at least 4 nights a week
3. Lose my last 5 baby pounds
4. Put my gym membership to better use! I want to get back to exercising daily.
5. Clean and purge all of the closets in my house.
6. Finish decorating my living room
7. Learn to sew
8. Go on a mission trip
9. See Bon Jovi in concert
10. Finish Emma Jane's 1st year scrapbook (You know, since she is 3!)
11. Start a baby book for John
12. Organize the new playroom
13. Set up a classroom in the old playroom
14. Attend the homeschool convention
15. Start formally homeschooling Libby
15a. Teach Libby to read
16. Become a redhead
17. Memorize 30 new bible verses
18. Attend the Beth Moore conference in April
19. Take a Beth Moore study and actually do the homework everyday
20. Plan one on one time with each child weekly
21. Take a vacation with my husband!
21a. without getting pregnant!!


2009 was a good year for my family! But I think 2010 will be even better!


Happy New Year!


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