sickie

So far I've managed to keep Colt healthy for almost an entire 6 months of life...then Andy had to go and jinx it.

We don't leave the house very often, which helps him stay away from the germies and I'm pretty anal about keeping his hands washed, clean and out of his mouth [especially out of the dogs mouth].

We went to visit Kaley yesterday. Colt was really snotty and coughy. Then just as we were about to leave he choked so bad and started hacking and was having trouble breathing. Kaley, our friend Jolee and I were all having a major moment of panic. It was not fun and a bit scary. Kaley handed Colt back to me, I leaned him forward and patted his back...he barfed all over, but more importantly started to breath again. Whew. I did not like it. Not at all.

He coughed all the way home and I was praying...please don't choke...please don't choke. Of course while I was trying to get home fast and worrying about my little nugget all the crazy drivers came out at once. I swear people were swerving and driving like idiots the whole ride home. Where's a cop when ya need one, right??

Colt had a bad night. We set up the play pin in our room so I could have quick access when he started choking. Every time he hacked I popped up like a jack-in-the-box and peered into the play pin to make sure he was getting everything up and still breathing. The jolt didn't allow me to fall back asleep very easily so I slept like crap. Andy didn't really jolt. His was more of a gaze in my direction...watching me jolt. Then he went back to sleep.

This morning I took him to a clinic because I couldn't get into our pediatrician. There was a three and a half hour wait! 3 1/2 hours!! Luckily I only had to wait 2 hours. I can't believe I just said a 2 hour wait was lucky. He has a cold and an ear infection. It happened in a 24 hour period. I can't believe it. His good health streak is over.

I have never felt so sorry for the little dude. I think I've gotten one smile from him all day.

Oh the sadness of a sick baby.

Here's to a happier tomorrow. Cheers.

almost 30

Today Andy is 26!

Which means he's almost 30!

Last weekend I threw him a poker party and this morning he got breakfast in bed. I woke up an hour earlier than he typically wakes up and about half way through my cooking extravaganza i noticed the hallway bathroom light was on and I though to myself, 'you turned the light off didn't you?' Well, I did, but out he stepped from behind the door and walked into the kitchen to see me operating pans, griddles, and toasters cooking up delicious bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast. Surprise?!? I was mad. My surprises NEVER work. Of all the days...could he have slept in just this once? To pour salt in my wound, he said he got up because he thought the house was on fire. So I burnt a pancake or two! C'mon!

I started to cry :)

He said that it was still a great surprise and was really sweet about it but I made him go back to bed while I finished.

As I wiped tears from my eyes I told him to at least act surprised. He did.

fancy panties

No, this is not a blog about my underwear. I hate to word panties anyway. Instead it's a blog to make all you sympathize with me for a second...

Andy is great but since we've been married I've been forced to ask the question 'Why?' one too many times. He does weird things. Here is an example.

-He told me one day [in a very nonchalant voice] that he order a bird incubator online. A bird incubator?...I asked. Yes. He then went on to tell me that he also ordered quail eggs online and that we were going to raise quail. Quail!?! Why?!? We have a bird dog and the plan was to raise the quail and then have Copper sniff them out, 'point them' and then attack them. I was okay with it at first because I wanted to support him and I thought to myself, 'What happens in the garage, stays in the garage'. A few days later after asking him a few questions about our soon-to-be quail farm he told me the eggs were in the incubator in the basement. The garage was too cold. You can imagine what I said next. Long story short...we had baby quail...in an incubator...in our basement. They turned into big birds. I put my foot down because while Andy was toying with the cage one day a quail flew out and got lost in our unfinished basement walls. They got moved outside. Copper killed them all. I will never do that again.

I could keep blogging about the wonders of Andy but instead I'll get back to my fancy panty talk. We bought Copper with the intention of breeding her. Since that thought [years ago] I have said many times, 'Screw this...lets get her fixed'. But my hub insists that we're going to breed her with a dog he met one time at the gun shop. Arranged marriages never work...but since I'm the best wife ever and stay true to my vows of for better or worse I deal with doggie periods. Ewww. Sympathizing yet??

Sunday while Andy was at the station and I was hanging with the baby I noticed red dots on my white rug. Oh the sadness I experienced. The anger followed. Copper had started. I should have noticed by how oddly lethargic she had been all day. I wanted to be mad at her but the woman inside me sympathized. I wonder if dogs get cramps? She went outside and I whipped out the stain lifter and searched the dog drawer for her fancy panties. It's quite gross changing a dogs mini-shield. It's quite exhausting tieing and untieing her fancy panties every time she wants to go outside but I do love her and it's what I have to do.

Every morning Andy and Copper walk to the mailbox together to get the mail. Yesterday Andy wanted to go alone because he was embarrassed of Copper in her fancy panties. I insisted she go. Maybe the public humiliation of the situation will force the issue...and then again maybe not.

or not to be...

Can you imagine waking up every morning and seeing this face smiling back at you? How could you not be happy?

There have been many moments since Colt was born that I wanted to start trying for another baby. He is only 6 months old but I just can get enough of the goodness that is my baby.

The other day I tried to envision having a new born and a 14-month-old at the same time. I'm pretty sure I could handle it. I'm also pretty sure I would need prayer. Andy and I haven't been very good at the whole prevention thing lately. So if it happens it happens.

We'll be happy regardless.

To be...or not to be...that is the question.

breaking out in a sweat

I'm having 22 people over tonight. Half will play poker with my husband and their other halves will mingle with me.

I'm starting to wonder if people will mind sitting on the back patio with their coats on in the snow...or maybe hanging out in our unfinished basement.

I live in a cracker box. It's a very pretty cracker box, but a cracker box none the less.

Someone tell me why I'm blogging and not bleaching my house right now?

AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh.

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Update: My husband just walked in and asked 'Don't we have things to do?'. YESS!

kaley

Sometimes I have these moments when I'm just like, 'Whoa...where did the time go'. I had one of these moments today while chatting with my bf Kaley. She's wonderful and she's pregnant. I've known she was pregnant for some time. But today...it actually hit me.

She's having a baby!!!

I don't know why it's taken me this long. Maybe it's because she is still so skinny she looks like a stick figure, or the fact that God has blessed her with an amazing 1st tri-mester and she hasn't had any morning sickness. But YEP! My best friends having a baby. Ohhhhh. Yay. We always dreamed about the days of being Stay at Home Mommies, having great husbands and pretty houses. We have everything we want. How did we get so lucky?

One of the first times we ever met was at youth group at our church and we sat by each other and wrote notes back and forth. I remember her explaining her last name was Helman, just like the mayonnaise. She wrote about her boyfriend Johnny too. I asked her if she wanted to spend the night that weekend. I liked sleep overs. The rest is history.

4th of July 05'

June 05

My Weddin Day
Her Weddin day

I got preg and had a water.

Aunt K and ColeyBear

Kaley and her baby

But ya, today I'm extra excited because after years of doing just about everything together...we're now mom's too!

Life is extra cool when you have great friends.

two peas in a pod

Logan and Colt

Hugs

Kisses
Shoulder taps

Blue Steal

Barfing.

Riiiight onto Jen's leg :)

Ew.

I laughed a lot today...especially when I squirted apple juice right into Colt's eyeball.

Whoopsie.

Ahhh, babies. So much fun : )

v-day

Yesterday when I got home from working out there was a hotel room confirmation on the kitchen counter...my v-day gift from Andy : )

Whheee! He is the best.

i'm a pc

This little girl is so cute...is she not?

p.s...I'm a pc too.

meg

My little cousin Meg, after fighting many anxieties of going away to college, took a deep breath and now is a student at Ball State. We were all so proud of her. She has done great and has been loving every second of it. Except the moments when she's home sick...

I'm blessed to stay in touch with her on a constant basis. She texted me last week asking if she could come home from school and spend her Valentines day babysitting Colt for us. She is in love with Colt. She constantly talked to Colt throughout my entire pregnancy and rubbed my belly...she also gave me many foot rubs out of the kindness of her 'pot-lickin' heart. She is my mini-me. I have the best family ever.

Tonight I received the following videos [via text message] from Meg...in this order. I smiled and then laughed very hard.

1. "this video is for you're son...not you"

2. "ok...this one is for you"

3. "wait...this one is better"

4. "Baahahahhaahaa...."

12 days of Valentines

I've been trying to think of something special Andy and I could do for Valentines day. I was going to surprise him and get a hotel room. Panda Express Orange Chicken, Johnny Walker Whiskey, and Risk [the board game] were all going to be waiting in the hotel room when we got there. And if we got bored, the plan of course, would be to try for a 2nd child. The one and only thing married people do when they get bored on the day of love...

You know...'it'.

Aren't I an awesome wifey?

It would have been more awesome if I would have just done it and not blabbed about it on my blog...because Surprise Honey! It's not happening. In my super-cheap-budget-freak state of mind I decided that if I couldn't find a decent hotel room under $50 it wasn't happening.

Tonight we brainstormed on other things we could do and we came up with this...We're going to stay at home and pretend that we're at a hotel.

Creative, I know.

While searching the web for Valentiny things I came upon this website. http://www.lovingyou.com/

It's about as cheesy as they come...but I found a printable booklet called 'Questions for Couples'. It's filled with tons questions that you and your husband go through to get to know each other better. It's 15 pages long :) We have been reading one page of questions a night.

Since I don't have the funds to get a hotel, I will in return make my Valentines experience last many, many nights until my 'Questions for Couples' booklet is complete. Andy's answers always start out good but by the end of the page his questions become more and more rapid fire. Andy looses focus and turns into a six-year-old reciting his ABC's. The last question on the page tonight was...What is the difference between love, romance and sex? Andy's answer: 'Love is Love, Romance is an expression, Sex is an act' He then tossed his copy of the booklet at me and turned off the lights.

I love love.

http://www.lovingyou.com/content/printables/ebooks/couplesquestionsbook.pdf

technical difficulties

Hopefully you found me. Long story short. Andy and I always had to log on under his e-mail so he tried to transfer my blog and even though you can type in my old URL I wasn't able to keep it with my new sign on. So...TA DA...meet my new URL.

I've got some more tweeking to do to get my blog back to the way it was but at least I didn't loose everything. That would have made me sad. Wah.

I feel like I'm hiding and no one can find me.

I'm right here guys.

Hopefully we can still be friends.

on arguments

In my years of marriage and even before we were married I can probably name, honestly, five larger-sized arguments that Andy and I have had.

On top of those five arguments...we've added 3 more. In the last 3 d a y s!

My last text to Andy tonight was: "What in the world is wrong with us??? This is not who we are."

Isn't it sad that when you're frustrated, tired or bothered by something in life you take it out on the the ones you love the most? We have been going back on forth on the the dumbest things. 1) his blackberry...2) sleeping habits...3) my phone etiquette. Who argues over those things? Apparently we do! Ehhhh.

Marriage is typically pretty easy, but lately, I've been putting my dirty clothes and working it out.

Andy,

I miss you. I hope that when you get home tomorrow from class we can start over. This is silly. Life is too short.

Love you,

Mo

look what i can do

moo ha ha

This is my most favorite snack.

And Bob Harper [from B. looser] said that it was one of his too. I do whatever Bob does. He is smart and buff and I'm convinced if I continued to eat these laughing cow cheese wedges I will also become smart and buff.

Speaking of the Biggest Looser. Is Joelle a nutcase or what? I mean, I get that Carla is a bit loud and overbearing and has communication problems...but it just seems like she was totally zoned out that whole time and didn't care at all about being there. Now their not even friends. Dramaaaa.


Andy wants to bet that Joelle doesn't even show up to the finale.

Any takers?

What have you done today to make me feel proud?

5 months

Every morning when I go into Colts room to get him I sing this:

Good morning! Good morning!
We danced the whole night through
Good morning! Good morning! To YOUUU...
Good morning! Good morning!
It's great to be alive!
Good Morning! Good Morning to you!

I know the last part doesn't rhyme...but I didn't make it up. My mom used to sing it to me. Sometimes, just because it annoys me that the end of that song doesn't rhyme...I'll make up a word and say "Good morning...Good morning...BEEHIVE" Just so it rhymes with alive. I know it makes no sense, but it's stupid to sing a sing that doesn't rhyme. Ehhh. I don't know. Anyway.

Today...I sang him Happy Birthday :) And he even made a 'coo' sound at the end. Which in baby talk means, 'Sing it again Mommy' - So I granted him his birthday wish and sang Happy Birthday to him twice.

He smiled.

Today Colt is 5 months old. He looks really old today too. Dang! He's growing up.
Here is what he does at 5 months old.
-He can jump and scream really loudly in his bouncy.
-He can almost suck his big toe.
-He is a supported sitter.
-He is in a size 4 diaper.
-He no longer fits in his baby car seat...but is still too young to upgrade to a larger one. Eh??
-He can see something and move his arms straight towards it and grab it.
-He eats cereal for breakfast.
-He giggles :)
-He can roll!!
-He can hold a 4 oz bottle all on his own.
-He sleeps for 10-10.5 hours a night and naps 4 times a day.
-He stays really quiet during his prayers at night.
-He can't help but smile when he sees Andy or myself.
-He likes to grab Coppers ears.
-He laughs are fart noises.
-He is an angel.
-He can beat me at Jeopardy.
-He wears 12-18 month clothes.
-He rarely cries. And when he does cry, usually I can talk to him and we work it out.
-He says momma. But typically it's because he's starts to moan with the letter 'm' and 'mama' comes out. I know he's saying my name by accident...but officially, 'mama' has been his first word :)

Colt,

Your 1st 5 months on this earth have been my best 5 months. You are the best.

Love,
Your mom

devo devo

I need a good devotional. Anyone know of any? I searched through all our books the other day and found some old school devotionals from my Honor Academy days, but many of them were like tiny one pagers with a quick verse on it...nothing that got me digging in. They also had my chicken scratch notes trying to keep up with Ron Luce's fast talking teachings...and I rarely completed a sentence. I'll bet the end of the sentence really brought the whole message together. darn.

hit me up.

tapping my inner June Cleaver.

I used to work 40+ hours a week and be in charge of many things. Then there was baby and I went to working 8 hours a week manning a gift shop for my friends. As of yesterday I'm no longer doing that. I don't know what got into me...but it was like pulling teeth to get my butt in gear, say goodbye to my baby and be gone for a whole 4 hours a day...twice a week. This meant getting out of my pajamas, put my big girl pants and rejoining the world as you know it. I'd rather change poopy diapers, talk to Kathie Lee and Hoda through my TV screen and stare at my planner all day.

Andy, being the bread winner and the one having the final say to whether I could stay at home or not finally said Yes. But, after saying yes, he made things very clear..."If you stay home, this whole house is yours" - translation...'You must tap into your inner June Cleaver'

So last night I put lipstick on before I made dinner.

I didn't have the apron or the high heals or the fresh water pearl necklace but I'm working on it.

This transformation is going to be a process.

blackberry

Andy recently brought home this blackberry thinigie.

We're so not the fancy blackberry type. But I must say, he looks very important while talking on it. My favorite part is that I can check my mail from the car...or the store...or a gas station. Pretty much, I can check it any place where I'm not at a computer.

He said he needed it for his paramedic class. I guess there is a program the lets you download every drug possible, so if he is ever in question of what something is, he can just hop on his phone and find the answer.

I've yet to see this program...I have on the other hand seen Boston Red Sox and UFC updates pop up on his phone. I think he may have used this paramedic thing just to get a new toy.

Regardless, he is now one notch higher on my coolness scale.