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On Monday Tess had a doctor's appointment. The regularly-scheduled-healthy-4 shots kind. I couldn't wait. I had a list of questions. I am not normally the kind of mom that prepares a list of questions for each doctor's visit. At least I didn't with Owen. I am no rookie. Baby #2 is supposed to be a breeze. But so far nothing has been easy or what I expected. Don't get me wrong. I have been blessed with a beautiful and healthy little girl ( unless you count the 3+ colds we have had so far). But she has been tough. In addition to her days and nights being backwards... she had some major aversion to her daddy. He would come home and pick her up and she would just scream. It was funny for a bit, but after a few weeks of it Shaun started to get his feelings hurt......and mommy was desperate for a break. She came around eventually. She also decided to start rejecting the bottle THE exact week I went back to work ( and yes, she has had at least one bottle every day...

12 lbs 13 oz 25.25 inches new trick -- putting my feet in my mouth still cranky and not a fan of sleeping through the night

if you are stuck at home like me......... turn up the volume and DANCE

ice storm + hyper 3 year old boy makes for a bad combination. solution: challenge him to try and lick his elbow and when all else fails find a big cardboard box.

Read this book! BUT 1) don't start it at night........you will stay up late to finish it (and I have the bags under my eyes to prove it) 2) have plenty of tissue on hand.

A few weeks ago I was talking to a good friend who runs blog tours about a student in my school. Almost exactly a year ago, there was a bad car wreck at lunch at the school that I teach. Bad. One student died, several others were injured. One has severe brain damage and has just now returned to school. Not to the regular classes that she took before, but downstairs in the Special Ed section of the building. Now she is learning on about a 1st grade level and needs help doing almost everything. I wonder who has had the rougher journey. The parent who lost a thriving 16 year old, or the one has got to keep hers but in a totally different mental capacity. I was telling my friend that maybe the latter would be the hardest. She wasn't so sure. She knew a different story......another friend who had actually been in a similar situation and had an amazing tale to tell. Fast forward a few weeks and Parting the Waters by Jeanne Damoff arrived in the mail. Overwhelmed with babies, work and col...

When my friend Tina email me a few months ago to see if I wanted to participate in the Baby Fat Diet blog tour, Tess was about 6 weeks old. My wardrobe still mostly consisted of stretchy pants. I shot back a sassy reply......something along the lines of "what? are you calling me fat?" .....and eagerly awaited for the book to arrive in the mail. The book finally arrived, and not a minute too late. Heading back to work after Tess, meant I need to wear "real" clothes on a regular basis. Problem is most of my "real" clothes don't zip up all the way. Well at least not with me in them. I immediately dug into my new book, written by 2 moms and dieticians Monica Bearden and Shana Aaron. I liked the format. It was written in short chapters that can be read in any order. Perfect for a mom's crazy schedule. It does a lot to try and give you tips that are "doable" with little time and energy. To be honest most of it was stuff I have heard before........

During church on Sunday, Owen kept raising up one hand. The people around us might have thought he was really into the worship songs. (for the most part, people don't raise hands in our church service) If they looked closely, they would have realized that my son was web-slinging Spiderman style...NOT lifting up his hands in praise.

Tess has slept through the night twice in a row. Next step, mom needs to sleep through the night. To not wake up and 2 am and wonder why my baby hasn't. To not get up and make sure she is still in fact breathing.

I have never been very good at pretending. Well, ok at pretending to be a pirate or a monster or spiderman, or whatever role my 3 year old assigns me. I mean the pretending that the rest of us seem to have down to an art. The kind where everything is fine. The kind where I at least appear to have it all together. I generally like this about me. I think it makes me authentic or something. Sunday mornings, however, are a different story. I'd give anything for the four of us to make it to church on time and sit quietly in our pew during church. I would love, for just those few hours to at least "look" like I have it together. Most Sundays......well most mornings involve me trying to figure out what to wear. that still fits and doesn't make me look fat (well, at least not fatter) and requires minimal ironing. I don't have too many options here. This mornings choice was a shirt with a stain on the back and that desperately needed to be ironed ( didn't get tha...

unless of course it is breast milk. then crying is completely justified. cussing is also ok.

you know that saying......don't quit your day job. well the day job is occasionally tough, but my night job is killing me. all the stuff I should be asleep...duties are as follows: clothes for the next day layer-outer bottle maker story reader milk producer lock double checker head propper upper for coughers snore alerter (as in please roll over you are snoring) glass of water-getter monster-slayer humidifier re-filler baby feeder dog letter in ( and out and back in again) medicine administrator nightmare soother pacifier locator and re-inserter please please go back to sleep begger snooze hitter snooze hitter again

.....when your waitress leaves you the phone number for a babysitter.

Apparently 09 is not off to the best of starts. Shaun thinks bad things come in 3s around our house. On Friday, I reported that I had lost my wallet. While Shaun opened the car door to help me look for it, the window fell out. So for him that was 2. He was waiting for #3 to hit. I told him it already had. Choose, the fact Owen has had a fever for a week straight ( often peaking high enough to warrant a cold bath), or the Tech cotton bowl loss ( it is a good thing my husband spend 100$ on a ticket and left me home alone ALL day with not one but 2 sick kids to witness that one), or the fact that when we took the car to get it fixed our warranty ran out exactly one month ago, or that we had to cancel our sushi plans with friends b/c O had yet another fever. Apparently Shaun was right. 3s it is and all those other things I listed don't count. Currently Shaun and O are at the hospital waiting amidst a sea of sick people for some nice doctor to stitch up my baby's chin. Owen f...

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