January 7, 2010

baby torture

My mom bought Molly's Christmas dress for next year already.
I think she's excited for a girl or something.
Before we put Colt in his pj's last night we tried the dress on him.
Notice the sweeper? I told you he's obsessed.He loved the freedom of the 'no pants' thing.
I'm pretty sure he could run faster in a dress.
Just for the record, Andy protested this picture being taken for a good five minutes but I did it anyway.

Colt, your mommy loves you.

in this home...

Some day I will have the wall decal in my house somewhere...

Until then, I shall save my money.

lyds

I had planned on writing this blog in March sometime but when life throws ya a curve ball ya just go with it.

My friend Angela had her little girl, Lydia, via emergency c-section on Monday evening. Lyds came into this world a whopping 10 weeks early. She was 2lbs, 11oz and we're not sure about her length. Ang had some complications due to pre-eclampsia and her doctors knew it was best for Angela's sake to get Lydia out ASAP. Thank goodness she had her check up when she did or things could have taken a even more scary, tragic turn. God's timing is always perfect.

This picture really doesn't do Lyds much justice. She looked super cute here, but she's even more beautiful in person. She was kicking her arms and legs all around yesterday. She even gave me the one-eyed-willie and peeked at me. She's got big eyes and the most adorable 'Ang' nose.

I was lucky to get to visit Ang yesterday. I sat there for a few hours just chatting it up trying to wrap my mind around what she had just gone through. One minute you're feeling fairly normal, enjoying your little one kick you from the inside and the next minute your getting prepped for surgery.

Before I went to the hospital yesterday I printed off a picture of Lydia and put it in frame for Ang so even though she can't be right next to her, at least she can stare at her baby girl whenever she wants. I feel like that would be the hardest part, being so far from your baby, you know that one that was living in you just a few days before.

Angela is recovering well from her surgery. All her vitals are looking good and her spirit has sky rocketed through the roof. I expected to see a quiet, exhausted Angela when I walked in her room yesterday...I walked in and was greeted by her just chatting it up, laughing, still shocked by the string of events but not easily phased. I'm pretty sure she's stronger than I think I would be at this point.

She's got Jesus in her heart.
It's amazing what he'll see you through.

Pray for little Lydia.
She's still got a lot of growing to do.

January 5, 2010

christmas card

We didn't take family pictures for our Christmas cards.
I wasn't that organized.
SO, here is a picture from Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas. haha.

gross

I got on Facebook this morning and happened to see this ad on the sidebar. I added the giant symbol going across her body to cover her up because obviously a lot of people at the advertising company somehow forgot she was naked before they took the picture.I see this and immediately think two things:

1. American Apparel, you are stupid. I'm sad this blog is even giving more attention to you. If I have the chance to ever buy something of yours I'll walk away in the other direction, simply because you think having a naked girl in some tights is the smartest way to showcase your collect.

2. I think of my little cousin Caleb. He's in middle school and guess what American Apparel/Facebook, he's ON Facebook. As if he doesn't have enough pressure with school, homework, friends and home...he'll also have sexual temptation thrown his way. AND now, if he clicks on the computer and gets on Facebook, he'll have this image in his head too.

It breaks my heart and makes me think if sex is everywhere now...what sort of chance does my son have when he's in middle school? I think raising a baby is hard, wait until my son has the pressures and temptations from the world thrown his way everywhere he goes. And I thought I prayed hard now...

January 4, 2010

tickling the ivories

stats and skillz report: 16 months

Since Colt turned 1 in September it's been a whirlwind. Fall always goes by so fast, then December goes by faster and now it's 2010. Crazy!

Colt has turned into such a little man. He's ALL boy, doesn't slow down and keeps me on my toes. That is for sure! Here is his stats and skillz report for being a big boy at 16 months old.

-31.5" tall, 29lbs, size 6 diaper, 2T-3T clothes

-lover of Tigger and Pooh. AND he has slightly caught on to my obsession with GLEE. He doesn't really watch the whole episode just enjoys all the music throughout and breaks out in random squealing and dancing.

-he can say in sign language: more, please, water, milk, banana and all done.

-he can say in English: dadda, momma, gog [dog], bah [ball].

-'bahhhghh' is also his word for everything else.

-'disss bahhhghh' is his word for the sweeper. sometimes.

-he can blow kisses, wave, wink, clap, snap, dance [pretty fly for a white guy], throw a baseball, kick a ball, climb up and down all over my furniture, do flips over my furniture, give high gives, run and give big hugs, give kisses, play peek-a-boo, spit, make all kinds of weird snorts & elephant noises to make me laugh. do all the hand movements to the Itsy Bitsy Spider. solve a rubix cube.

-some of his favorite things: the sweeper, my blow dryer, my rolling pin, my hand mixer, my curling iron, the sweeper extensions [uses them like a microphone]. Just realized how feminine all my son's favorite things are. haha! But mostly he likes things that make noise. AND today I'm only letting him play with baseballs & dirt.

-he loves, I mean loves his paciblankie. Growing up I was never really attached to a blanket or a stuffed animal but he drags his blankie around like Linus from Charlie Brown. I have to hide it or keep his bedroom door shut because he would take it everywhere with him if he could. They're for naps only [and car rides just as a backup].

-he loves cheese, grapes, corn, peas, teddy grams, milk, kiwi, bananas, water, goldfish, peanut butter sandwiches and pizza.

-when I ask him where baby Molly is, he runs over lifts my shirt and hugs my belly. MELTS MY HEART.

-he has discovered his own belly button and really enjoys poking it.

-recently he's learned how to make big splashes in the bathtub and not get phased with water is covering his face...or covering the bathroom floor...or covering my face.

-when I tell him Daddy's home he runs between the front door and the garage door guessing which one he'll come through.

-when I ask him 'who's at the door?' he'll run to the front door and start knocking.

-when I ask him if he's ready for a nap & his paciblankie he runs to his bedroom door and starts knocking and tired laughing. he loves to take his naps.

-depending on the day he takes 1-2 naps a day. Sometimes it's one 3-4 hour nap...other days it's 2, 2hour naps. just depends on his mood and schedule for the day. He is a champion at going with the flow. There was one day I thought he might skip a nap all together but at about 5pm he crumbled and so I let him take a late one.

-he bawls every time we drop him off at the nursery...which is weird because he never, ever cries when we leave him with babysitters. BUT the babysitters are always grandma/grandpa's or cousins. Hopefully he grows into liking church.

-the other night my little cousins watched him for a few hours and they said he moved the sweeper over to the couch, crawled up and pointed and whined at the sweeper, which was his way of asking them to put the sweeper on the couch next to him while he watched and episode of Pooh. They're friends.

-he loves Copper. They're adorable together. He tries to sit on her all the time, she's a good sport about it. They share many hugs and laughs throughout the day. They really are best friends.

I love my son.

January 3, 2010

party puffy pom ball things

Yesterday my cousin Meg and I set out to prime Molly's room. We got approximately 3/4 of 1 wall done then I decided it was too dang smelly and with the window open and the Arctic air blowing in on my soft, supple, skin, I was bound to die if I kept it up. So we quit.

While I was thinking of what else I could do to be productive I decided to get crafty. There are there party-pom-puffy-tissue-paper-flower-ball-thingies that I once saw on the Martha Stewart website but more recently saw recreated on ETSY. They only cost you $200 for one party pom...they're made out of tissue paper. I'm exaggerating about the $200 part but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't pay anything for something made out of tissue paper so I searched the www and found Martha's how-to instructions for a flower-ball-thingie. Turned out pretty cute!
I'm going to hang them from the ceiling in baby girls room.

You likey?

January 2, 2010

our tent

I'm not sure what makes a tent so special.

For whatever reason to climb into a small plastic cave, laugh until the air gets hot from your own breath and tell secrets that sound like 'pschh spchh shchsh' multiple times a day is loads of fun.

I cherish these little moments because one day he'll be too cool for tents and possibly [gulp] too cool for me.


I just re-read my last sentence and now I'm crying.
Thank you and Goodnight.

January 1, 2010

let's vote

It's that time to paint Molly's room but I'm slightly torn.
Let's vote.
All her furniture is black.
Do I go light pink/green:
OR
Yellow/Pinks/Grays:

Things that make you go, Hmmm?