Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Candy High!!!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Train Station
Fall
Good Morning
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Melting My Heart
Today the girls and I went to the park for a picnic and to play outside in the beautiful weather. When we got home I was snuggling Addison in her bed, getting ready for her nap. I told her that I had fun playing at the park and thanks for playing with me. To this she replied, "Mom, you always be my best friend". Ahh, be still my heart....these little moments of unsolicited love and gratitude make it all worthwhile!
Then, this evening I was putting the girls to bed by myself while Tommy was at a company dinner. She is used to Tommy putting her to bed and she was really missing seeing him today. Anyway, I did the bedtime routine and left the room. She came out a few minutes later. Here is how the conversation went:
Me: What are you doing?
Addison: I just too sad and grumpy (in the most pitiful voice she could muster)
Me: What are you sad and grumpy about?
Addison: I just sad and grumpy; Daddy not home. I haven hard time.
Me: Daddy will kiss you when he gets home.
Addison: I just wait downstairs with you till' Daddy get home.
Man she loves her Daddy so much and she REALLY knows how to use it to her advantage. How in the world was I supposed to say no to that! Addison got her first dose of HGTV while she snuggled on the couch with me until Tommy made it in.
Then, this evening I was putting the girls to bed by myself while Tommy was at a company dinner. She is used to Tommy putting her to bed and she was really missing seeing him today. Anyway, I did the bedtime routine and left the room. She came out a few minutes later. Here is how the conversation went:
Me: What are you doing?
Addison: I just too sad and grumpy (in the most pitiful voice she could muster)
Me: What are you sad and grumpy about?
Addison: I just sad and grumpy; Daddy not home. I haven hard time.
Me: Daddy will kiss you when he gets home.
Addison: I just wait downstairs with you till' Daddy get home.
Man she loves her Daddy so much and she REALLY knows how to use it to her advantage. How in the world was I supposed to say no to that! Addison got her first dose of HGTV while she snuggled on the couch with me until Tommy made it in.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Bon Voyage!
It is official! We finally booked our next cruise. We will be meeting our friends from Phoenix and setting sail on May 11th. Happy 3rd Birthday to Addison. We took forever deciding when to go, and it seems so far off, since our original plan was for a February cruise. But, Disney is offering a special cruise in May with two days at their private island, which was by far our favorite day. Also, Addison will be three and able to participate in lots more and Reagan will hopefully be done nursing, sleeping through the night and walking. All which make for a much more relaxing vacation for mom. There is still room on the boat if anyone wants to come! Here are some pictures of how our family looked on the last cruise. Not looking forward to the mandatory safety drill. Addison was not a fan of that life jacket!
Diary of a Sleepless Night
Laugh with me everybody!!! This is what a night can look like around here. The future of my 3rd child is in definite danger with all the lack of sleep we have experienced around here the last few months. I fear if Reagan doesn't start sleeping better, there won't be a 3rd! I am just kidding, in her defense, as you read this, know that she has fluid in both ears and is cutting teeth. She definitely doesn't feel well.
9:30pm: The kids are sleeping soundly. Hubby is smart, he insists we turn of the T.V and go to bed while we have the chance.
10:15pm: I am awake! Don't know why I am awake! Can't sleep! Oh well, Reagan needs a new highchair. I head downstairs to order one online. Highchair ordered, still can't sleep,I curl up on couch to read.
11:00pm: Reagan is stirring, Mommy keeps reading.
11:05pm: Reagan is screaming! I attempt to give her a paci and sneak out, no go, I feed her for a few minutes and then put her back in bed. I head to bed for the second time.
11:30pm: She is back up! I rock her for awhile, feeling sorry for her that she feels so yucky. Put her back to bed. I head to bed for the third time and finally fall asleep.
2:45am: Reagan is crying and I am startled out of 3 hours of really good sleep. She doesn't need to eat again, so I wake my poor hubby and send him on a paci run. I listen for a few minutes but the crying doesn't stop. Out of bed I go, off to nurse her again.
3:15am: Back in bed, but freezing. I am snuggled up to my hubby and under a down comforter and still cold, so I begin to worry about Addison. Out of bed and down the hall to cover her up. Also, I stop in Rea's room to turn her fan off.
4:30am: Reagan is crying. I send Tommy again, but again the paci doesn't do the trick. I meet him in Reagan's room. He tells me his alarm is going off at 5am anyway, so I can just bring Reagan to bed. Now I have LOTS of guilt for waking him up twice, when he had to get up so early. Determined not to bring her to bed I rock her for awhile, then put her back in her bed crying!
5:00am: I stumble back to our room to find Tommy up and rummaging through the change bucket. He let me know he was searching for change to buy an energy drink out of the machine at work. Hmmm, energy drink machine. I think I need one of those at home.
5:10am: Reagan is still crying so I bring her to my bed.
5:30am: Poor tired husband is out the door, Reagan is snuggled in my bed and almost back to sleep. I lay ever so still, for if I even breath hard it will wake her!
6:15am: Addison is calling for me. I cross my fingers and hope and pray she remembers my rule about not getting up before the sunshine is out. The Lord answered my prayers and she went back to sleep.
7:15am: Reagan wakes for good.
7:30am: Addison emerges, pink blankie and 5 pacis in hand, asking to watch Clifford and snuggle in my big bed! The day has officially begun! Reagan still isn't feeling well, Dad sounds okay on the phone, and I am feeling a little sluggish! Sweet little Addison is off and running though. Sometimes I am astounded at the energy of a two year old and then I realize she is the only one sleeping full nights, why shouldn't she have energy!
9:30pm: The kids are sleeping soundly. Hubby is smart, he insists we turn of the T.V and go to bed while we have the chance.
10:15pm: I am awake! Don't know why I am awake! Can't sleep! Oh well, Reagan needs a new highchair. I head downstairs to order one online. Highchair ordered, still can't sleep,I curl up on couch to read.
11:00pm: Reagan is stirring, Mommy keeps reading.
11:05pm: Reagan is screaming! I attempt to give her a paci and sneak out, no go, I feed her for a few minutes and then put her back in bed. I head to bed for the second time.
11:30pm: She is back up! I rock her for awhile, feeling sorry for her that she feels so yucky. Put her back to bed. I head to bed for the third time and finally fall asleep.
2:45am: Reagan is crying and I am startled out of 3 hours of really good sleep. She doesn't need to eat again, so I wake my poor hubby and send him on a paci run. I listen for a few minutes but the crying doesn't stop. Out of bed I go, off to nurse her again.
3:15am: Back in bed, but freezing. I am snuggled up to my hubby and under a down comforter and still cold, so I begin to worry about Addison. Out of bed and down the hall to cover her up. Also, I stop in Rea's room to turn her fan off.
4:30am: Reagan is crying. I send Tommy again, but again the paci doesn't do the trick. I meet him in Reagan's room. He tells me his alarm is going off at 5am anyway, so I can just bring Reagan to bed. Now I have LOTS of guilt for waking him up twice, when he had to get up so early. Determined not to bring her to bed I rock her for awhile, then put her back in her bed crying!
5:00am: I stumble back to our room to find Tommy up and rummaging through the change bucket. He let me know he was searching for change to buy an energy drink out of the machine at work. Hmmm, energy drink machine. I think I need one of those at home.
5:10am: Reagan is still crying so I bring her to my bed.
5:30am: Poor tired husband is out the door, Reagan is snuggled in my bed and almost back to sleep. I lay ever so still, for if I even breath hard it will wake her!
6:15am: Addison is calling for me. I cross my fingers and hope and pray she remembers my rule about not getting up before the sunshine is out. The Lord answered my prayers and she went back to sleep.
7:15am: Reagan wakes for good.
7:30am: Addison emerges, pink blankie and 5 pacis in hand, asking to watch Clifford and snuggle in my big bed! The day has officially begun! Reagan still isn't feeling well, Dad sounds okay on the phone, and I am feeling a little sluggish! Sweet little Addison is off and running though. Sometimes I am astounded at the energy of a two year old and then I realize she is the only one sleeping full nights, why shouldn't she have energy!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Pumpkin Patch
Monday, October 08, 2007
Greetings from Scrunch Face
6 Months
Counting our Blessings
We are so thankful that no one was hurt. I have thought non-stop for the last few days about the preciousness of each moment and how blessed we are! I noticed this weekend, that Tommy and I were more gentle with our words and especially patient with each other (not that we fight, but corralling 2 little ones can make us snappy!). I gave up so many chores on Friday just to play in the floor with my girls. I wasn't inconvenienced when they didn't give me time to take a shower. Hopefully the memory of this near tragedy will help me keep a good perspective.
I pray each day for the Lord to keep us safe, but I realized Friday, how I pray that so mindlessly, out of habit. That prayer will from this point on be heartfelt! On a happy note, Addison has continued to pray for the driver of the car throughout the weekend. I love seeing her mature and learn the meaning and power of prayer. Thanks so much for all my sweet friends and family, who prayed for our peace and gave thanksgiving for our safety.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Family Visits
Fine Dining
Well, I put it off for as long as I could, but we finally started Reagan on solid food last week. She was perfectly content and full simply to nurse, so I was in no hurry to add something else to our daily routine. So far, we have just given her cereal, which she is fine with, she isn't too excited! Of course, Addison has to help. She was right in the middle of everything and had to help feed her sister. Funny that Addison's first meal was such a big production....new bibs, high chair, video camera with everything all planned out. Poor Reagan, I just decided to try it and tossed her in the bouncy seat!
Magic Marker
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Date Night
We went to a restaurant with live music and slow service. It took us a some time to realize that it was okay that everything was moving slow, that it was supposed to! We were finally able to just relax and enjoy the evening. After dinner we walked to Chocolata for dessert, yummy. Husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, best friends....it was good to remember all the things we are besides Mommy and Daddy!
A Princess and a Power Ranger
Friday, September 14, 2007
Addison's New Ride
Yesterday we were out riding and she had hopped off her bike and was running down the street. She tripped and fell. It didn't really hurt her, just skinned her knees a tiny bit, but she was really sad. I picked her up and trying to cheer her up, I said, "Good thing you had your helmet on." Addison replied to me, in full drama, "Bad news Addison have no knee helmets!". So precious! She keeps me laughing!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Behind Closed Doors
This little story is for all of you who see me out and about with my two girls and think I have it all together! Let me assure you this is not the case. Thankfully 90% of the time, including today, I have a great perspective and find humor in all the craziness that goes on.
Part 1 of my saga started as I tried to prepare lunch for us today. I use the term prepare loosely, it just means getting sandwiches together. Anyway, we had just returned from Storytime at the library, so Reagan was tired and needing a nap. I mistakenly thought that she would be okay waiting a few minutes while I got lunch ready. I put her in her Exersaucer and she was good for a few minutes while I started Addison a grilled cheese. Since she wasn't crying, I took the opportunity to take Addison to the potty. By the time she was done, Reagan was screaming hysterically, so I ran to grab her and Addison took off to the living room to watch Dora while she put her panties and shorts back on, a task she can usually handle on her own. I went upstairs to put Rea in bed, but by now it was quite clear that I had missed my window to put a peaceful baby to sleep. We bounced, walked and sang until she calmed down. I finally relaxed her enough to nurse her to sleep and lie her down. Relieved, I headed down stairs, to find my sweet Addison sitting on the couch with nothing on from the waist down. She reported that her pants were, "Too twisted". I helped her back into her clothes and only then noticed the horrible smell! Remember the grilled cheese? Well, she'd now been grillin' for a good 30 minutes. Yuck! Thankful that we at least hadn't started a fire, we threw that sandwich away, started over, and Addison and I finally had lunch at 1:00. This, my friends, is why I frequent the Chick fil A drive thru!
Now for the second part of my little story. After lunch, Addison and I were playing, when she told me she needed to go "poo-poo". Thrilled and excited that she has finally mastered this part of potty training, off we went. Moments later, we were standing in the kitchen, bottomless again. She was choosing a treat for her potty accomplishment then we were off to get a Pull-up for naptime. It took her some time to decide which color sucker would be her reward, so as we are standing there, she looks over her shoulder and says, "Mommy, what that?". I quickly realize that she is not done going "poo-poo" and she has just made a deposit on my kitchen floor. I picked her up and ran her back to the potty. After sitting her on the toilet, I ran back to the kitchen to deal with the mess. Here we go people, the worst part. If you have a weak stomach, stop here! My dog ate the mess! Gross!!! Picture me laughing in the kitchen floor while Addison is shouting from the bathroom, "Mommy, what you laughin' bout?" This is what happens behind our closed doors. By the way, don't let my dog lick you in the face!
Part 1 of my saga started as I tried to prepare lunch for us today. I use the term prepare loosely, it just means getting sandwiches together. Anyway, we had just returned from Storytime at the library, so Reagan was tired and needing a nap. I mistakenly thought that she would be okay waiting a few minutes while I got lunch ready. I put her in her Exersaucer and she was good for a few minutes while I started Addison a grilled cheese. Since she wasn't crying, I took the opportunity to take Addison to the potty. By the time she was done, Reagan was screaming hysterically, so I ran to grab her and Addison took off to the living room to watch Dora while she put her panties and shorts back on, a task she can usually handle on her own. I went upstairs to put Rea in bed, but by now it was quite clear that I had missed my window to put a peaceful baby to sleep. We bounced, walked and sang until she calmed down. I finally relaxed her enough to nurse her to sleep and lie her down. Relieved, I headed down stairs, to find my sweet Addison sitting on the couch with nothing on from the waist down. She reported that her pants were, "Too twisted". I helped her back into her clothes and only then noticed the horrible smell! Remember the grilled cheese? Well, she'd now been grillin' for a good 30 minutes. Yuck! Thankful that we at least hadn't started a fire, we threw that sandwich away, started over, and Addison and I finally had lunch at 1:00. This, my friends, is why I frequent the Chick fil A drive thru!
Now for the second part of my little story. After lunch, Addison and I were playing, when she told me she needed to go "poo-poo". Thrilled and excited that she has finally mastered this part of potty training, off we went. Moments later, we were standing in the kitchen, bottomless again. She was choosing a treat for her potty accomplishment then we were off to get a Pull-up for naptime. It took her some time to decide which color sucker would be her reward, so as we are standing there, she looks over her shoulder and says, "Mommy, what that?". I quickly realize that she is not done going "poo-poo" and she has just made a deposit on my kitchen floor. I picked her up and ran her back to the potty. After sitting her on the toilet, I ran back to the kitchen to deal with the mess. Here we go people, the worst part. If you have a weak stomach, stop here! My dog ate the mess! Gross!!! Picture me laughing in the kitchen floor while Addison is shouting from the bathroom, "Mommy, what you laughin' bout?" This is what happens behind our closed doors. By the way, don't let my dog lick you in the face!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
5 Months Already
Stuck and Not Sleeping
Hopefully I am not discouraging all of you who are about to move your children out of their baby cribs, but the naptime dramas have been once again occurring at our house. Addison gets out of bed to play for at least 30 minutes before she goes to sleep. I really don't mind this, and I usually just close her door and go about my business. Yesterday she was calling and calling for me and I ignored her. When I finally decided to check on her, she was standing against the door, with this shirt stuck on her head. This was her attempt at changing clothes! Poor thing, I am not sure how long she was stuck like that.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Brought to You by the Letter "R"
Yesterday, we were out running errands and had to stop by Wal-Mart. Addison loves the big game room in the front of the store, so she ran in clutching her 2 quarters ready to win a prize. After considering the Bert and Ernie Firetruck ride, she decided to use her money in The Claw game. Thankfully it wasn't the big machine with stuffed animals, where you almost never win. She chose the small game where you can win tons of little trinkets or candy. She is in it for the candy! Anyway, after an unsuccessful first round, she inserted her second quarter and came up with a prize. A one inch plastic letter "R"? What??? Never mind the fact that it is useless, makes no sense, and she doesn't know her letters. She was happy. Apparently whoever fills the machine realizes that small children are easy to please and doesn't invest much in his prizes. Tommy and I laughed about it the rest of the day, and in true Sesame Street form, deemed the day, "brought to you by the letter "R".
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