15 Months

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Dear Harper,

You are now 15 months old!!!  In 3 more months, you’ll be a year and a half old!  That’s crazy.

I felt like I needed to post on what you’re up to now, because you have changed SO much since your first birthday, there’s no way I could remember it all if you keep it at this rate!

This year you were old enough to have some real Valentine’s day fun with us!  Last year, you were too tiny to do anything but cuddle with us, which was great.  This year, you set up your very own kissing booth and wore your great grandmother’s necklace to bring in the big bucks!


You also made this sweet card for The Daddy:


This is also the month you started TO WALK!!!  You look like a drunk guy when you walk around, but you’re so cute nobody cares if you look like a drunk.

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You’ve also really stepped up your boogie moves the last 3 months.  When you hear the music start to play, you high tail it to your stage AKA our ottoman, climb on top, and shake it!!  You’ve even started to stand on it and dance this week.  While I find it a little scary and have tiny strokes every single day, you LOVE it.  You even think it’s funny to fall off the ottoman, so funny, that you do it on purpose now.  Maybe we will get you a helmet for your 1.5 year birthday.


You are an active participant in peek a boo.


And we got you (and daddy) a new puppy this month.  You were really excited about him the first couple of days, but I think you’re a little hesitant that he is taking away your attention now, so you just ignore him if you can.  Sometimes you can’t because he’s all up in your biz.

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You are also getting acquainted with your very own potty!  You tinkle in it about 8-10 times a day, and after I tell you “YAY YOU PEE PEE AGAIN!” you will clap and say YYYAAAAAYYYY!!!!!  I hope you keep the good work up because it’s really saving a lot of diapers and wipes!

Potty training is also where you learned how to HUG ME!  When I stand you up to put your pants back on, you throw your arms around me and lean in as hard as you can, it’s probably the sweetest thing ever.  It’s even sweeter if you’re not getting off the potty!  🙂

Here are some NEW things that you say to us now:

  • Good girl!!!
  • Yay!!!!!
  • Bah bah bah bah baaaahhhhhh (this means bite.  it means feed me lady, stop eating all the food in front of my face ya pregnant bison!!)
  • Thank you.  (This JUST happened!)
  • Noooooooooooooooooohhhhh!!!  We really encourage this one.  Which is strange because usually parents aren’t excited to hear their kids say NO, but your noooohhh is so cute, we just have to repeat it every time you say it!
  • Ay yay yay! (as you slam your palms to your forehead to show your frustration)
  • AND YOU STARTED SAYING MAMA AGAIN!!!!   You forgot MAMA for several months!  I was starting to wonder if you’d ever start saying it again, but no worries, I’M BACK IN THE GAME!!

I can’t say it enough, no matter how bad my day was or what went wrong, you will always make me smile every day!  You’re such a sweet personality and you even know if I’m feeling sad, you will come and sit in my lap to make me feel better.  You really are such a good girl!!


The Mommy


Crack really is whack.

Two nights ago we went to bed.

I hear sad little coughs for a long time coming from Harper’s room, it made me sad.

So I go get here and decide she’s sleeping with the Mommy and the Daddy tonight!

She goes to sleep pretty immediately

Fast forward to 3:45am.

I don’t know what woke me up it was either her crying or John asking me “where is the baby at?!?!?!?!”

What the F do you mean where is the baby, I feel around the bed starting to freak out.  WHERE THE F IS THE BABY????

Then I go check the side of my bed thinking I’d pushed her off somehow.  No baby.

The situation escalates.

John informs me that she is UNDERNEATH THE FREAKING BED.

Lights come on and it’s confirmed, she is indeed under the bed crying.

Then we realize we don’t know how to get to her and get her out.

Finally we shimmy her out, almost knocking a table lamp over in the process, laid her back down, and she was fine.

Apparently when she went to bed with us, she smooshed herself against our headboard, fell asleep, turned into the consistency of mashed potatoes, and slid through the crack of the head board!!!!!

I get it.  Only put kids in sleeping areas approved for them to be in.  Lesson learned.

But seriously, look at the crack she feel through!!!




I had to give you the hand to compare said crack to!

Is she part slug?

She looked super tired the whole next day and I kept saying “I’m sorry kitty, you’re tired because Mommy and Daddy put you under the bed to sleep”!!


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We survived the storm

Here’s a quick update on our last weekend:

Harper and I both had “sinus infections”. What a coincidence huh? The doctors think so.

My doctor already knows I’m a bajillion months pregnant, so she just called me in a z-pak, since that’s the only thing they’ll do for a pregnant other than putting me out to pasture.

Harper’s doctor, or lack there of (not because she sucks, but because she was out of the office the 2 days I called), would NOT call in anything for her. I explained that I was almost unable to even fit in my nissan cube, I explained that I was also sick, I explained that this kid HATES the doctors office. I think I even joked that it might make my water break to endure all the stress it would take to bring her to the office. They wouldn’t do it! I go in, it sucked, they told me to “just keep doing what you’re already doing”. For real???? We are BOTH still snot faces and cough allllll night long. It’s sad. My cough is more like an “I have emphysema cough” though.

Here’s our day at the doctor:


To the right: GIANT tear.




THEN the next day I started to HURT.

I’ve had contractions the last month or so, but these hurt! Like someone was stabbing me. So I went in, and of course they could see them on the monitors. Clear as day. What wasn’t clear is why they admitted me to the hospital since my cervix wasn’t changing (making me ineligible to have a baby). We did this 2 weeks ago. AND they didn’t even re check my cervix at the hospital to see if I had changed! FRUSTRATING!!







We went home the next morning (saturday). I feel like I ruin all of our weekends!

Today this sweet mark appeared from the aftermath of my IV.



So we are home and acting as normal again. I’m just frustrated! I don’t like to be told “we would deliver you if you were 38 weeks”…well that’s great, I’M NOT. Quit dangling the carrot in front of the bunny rabbit.

Sorry to moan and groan. I felt like I dropped off of the wordpress map for a couple of weeks because of the snot/contraction storm of 2013.

Here’s a good thing I’ll share instead of being ALL negative: Go buy already made butter crossaints, cut in half, add red sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. Bake at 350 until the cheese melts, then broil for a couple of minutes to toast top. AMAZING.





Every week…

We will see the doctor. It’s the once a week appointment time! For some reason I was looking forward to this earlier in the pregnancy. I have NO idea why.

I think I’d forgotton what the last month of visits were like with Harper.

I would put on real pants, show up for the appointment, and leave crying.

These were the standard phrases used in that last month:

  1. Your body hasn’t changed any.
  2. Oh you’re miserable, well that’s just a part of being pregnant.
  3. We’ll see you back next week.
  4. You probably won’t have anymore ultrasounds, you’ll just see what the baby looks like when she comes.
  5. You need to be pregnant until 40 weeks.
  6. Looks like you’re just a “contractor” and you’ll just have contractions up until your water breaks in a month.

Number 6 ticks me off the most. Like “oh you’re body is just stupid and you’re going to feel like garbage for another month”….GREAT.

This week I saw a new doctor, since mine was out of the office. He informed me that even though I was told the baby could come on the 29th, that my doctor would be out of town and would not schedule us for birth until she got back, ON APRIL FIRST.

After pouting for a little while, I thought “well that’s sort of neat, he will be an April baby like me and share my diamond birth stone!”. Then, I realized April 1st is freakin’ April fools day! UGH.

I’m not hating on people that have it for a birthday, but it’s just not what I had in mind. I REALLY want a St. Patricks day baby!!!!! REALLY BAD. Like the day before I’m going to do 100 jumping jacks, eat spicy food, and drink the cervix tea. The other two dates that would be cool are John’s birthday or his grandfather’s birthday, they’re all within a few days of St. Patricks too!

Clearly I just don’t want to wait another month, I want to wait 2 weeks. Apparently you can’t decide when babies will come, Harper taught me that.

I’ll probably be pregnant in June still. But let’s hope not.





Just another way to get CPS called…

The other day I was at the pharmacy buying a plethera of cold meds to nurse my slow death sinus infection.  Harper has a snot face too, so even though they call whatever I have a sinus infection, I wonder otherwise, but I’m not a doctor.  Then I spotted a potty.   Impulse buy.

She has been handing me diapers when she needs to be changed, and just started to walk, so I thought I would at least bring it home and see if there was a learning opportunity heading my way.   I sat her on it, AND SHE PEED.  She’s done it several other times this week too!  I keep saying “that was probably an accident”, but maybe it’s not, and maybe she is learning!   She doesn’t hate it, so that’s good.  If she’s not ready, I can just put it up and bring it back out later, no big deal.

These are the shots she’s going to hate me for, but I think she’s extra cute on the toilet.  She’s just a little person!!!



ANYWAYS, yesterday I had fed her and decided I needed to iron a few of John’s shirts, so I put on the mickey mouse club and went in the neighboring room to iron.  I hear the screams of death within 2 minutes.  I hurdle 2 baby gates (the way our house is set up we have to have 2 gates at the top of our stairs because that’s what separates our rooms.)



And like any good parent I RAN back into the other room and grabbed my phone to take a picture.

It was really funny.

Then I realized that it wouldn’t fit back over her top OR her bottom.


I try to shimmy it down her waist.  No way.

So then I try to go up with it and she acts like I’m killing her.

Then I start to panic a little.  What do you do when your kid gets stuck in a toilet???

Do I have to go to the fire department to borrow their jaws of life??????  Call 911 and ask them to bring butter to grease her up???

Will they report me??  Have case workers visit us monthly to make sure she’s not stuck in the ceiling fan?

I finally figure out if I collapse her arm/shoulder a little, the rest should come out.  It was like delivering a baby.  So, maybe I am a doctor now.

Just send me a message if you need help birthing your kid from a toilet.


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Wantings and learnings

Things I want for our daughter:

  • To always feel like she can come to her parents for advice or help, even when she’s screwed up.
  • For her to feel like she has a best friend in her brother.
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  • For her to feel like I am her best friend when she gets into her late teens, and I get to be cool again.
  • For her to WANT to be around her parents.
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  • For her to feel like she has a good relationship model to follow.
  • For her to pick up on only John and I’s good traits like: genuinely loving people in the world, thoughtfulness, intelligence, the love of a close family, and our humor to an extent. 🙂
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    See, look at how thoughtful it was for her to write up this birthday letter to her Uncle Colten?!

  • For her to establish her own favorite traditions with us and to always have them to look back at fondly.
  • For her to see the closeness of a family first hand.
  • For her to have true, long-lasting friends, and have the ability to drop the ones who aren’t in her best interest.
  • To be confident.
  • To know that she should help people, even if there is no return for her.
  • To not use or witness aggressive language. I don’t mean, “let’s not curse around the baby”, what I mean is that she doesn’t need to be exposed to hostile or inappropriate conversations. I don’t want to raise a child that we are comfortable telling to “shut up”. I know others do it, and it doesn’t screw their kids up, but in the last year I have thought long and hard on that phrase, and how much I don’t want it to ever be used towards her. It’s so hostile, if my parents talked that way to me, I would have some major issues right now. Especially if they were to ever curse AT me. If I were a child being cursed at, I would probably think my parents didn’t love me if they were that angry. When I witness other kids being put in situations like that, it hurts MY feelings (empathy big time)!

Things I’ve already learned from our Daughter:

  • That I really DO have patience. It may have never been prominent in my life before, and may not be evident in tasks that don’t involve her, but I have learned a level of patience that only a mother has.
  • That I mean a lot to her, if she ever thinks I am hurt or sad (even though she’s 14 months old) she will come sit in my lap or cry if she thinks I’m in danger.
  • To be confident. I’ve been shown OVER AND OVER AND OVER again that if I just listen to my own instincts, things will get better. People are always there to question why I do certain things with her, why I didn’t do certain things with her, or people that will just let me know I don’t do enough for her. I’ve learned to just say “well, this is how we do it, and that’s how it’s going to be.” She wouldn’t be the kind of perfect she is today without some of the decisions I’ve made.
  • To preserver. Whether it be breast feeding, cloth diapering, helping her be physically active, I have learned that if I just stick with it, good things will come of it. It doesn’t matter if anyone else is backing me up either, I can do it. She will help me.
  • Extreme empathy. I’ve always shared the feelings of others. It could be my family, friends, or a total stranger. You cry, I cry is the motto I believe. A whole new level appears with your own child. The only true times I’ve ever felt like my heart was being broken was when she was in pain. It’s a feeling I can only describe as someone ripping your heart out. No break up compares to it. I share it with her, I cry with her, I hurt with her.




What are some things you want for your kids?




The day I wanted to shake a grown woman.

I know I whine about being pregnant and even about being a parent in general. I can see how it would rub some people the wrong way, I really do. I feel like I keep it to a low level “I love my kid, but she’s really pushing my buttons today”. I think that’s okay. It’s what I feel sometimes. Not all of the times. I never wish she wasn’t here, I don’t feel like I take granted for what I have with her, or with our new one. It’s nice to vent.

That being said, and knowing I’m tolerant to other’s whining about their pregnancy/children, don’t over do it, people.

Today, as I sat in a salon, I overheard a lady complaining to the extent that I thought to myself “why don’t you just give your kids to someone who wants them”?!??! It was that bad. I’m not sure I’ve ever found myself in front of a regular looking mother thinking that.

First of all, it’s clear I’m pregnant. Even men will ask about the baby. When men inquire about the bump, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU’RE PREGNANT.

Secondly, I sat in the chair next to the lady, so if she didn’t get a glimpse of my body blocking sunlight from the front window of the salon, she can see it now.

THIRD, my stylist made a comment about my pregnancy. So there it is, verbally confirmed that I am indeed, with child.

About 30 seconds into my sitting, the girl who is getting styled next to me starts to tell her stylist about her 2 children. (Picture a medium/high class looking lady with s wedding band on about to pay for a pricy hair coloring)

  • “If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t have had a second because they’re terrible!!!!”
  • “I should’ve learned with my first.”
  • “They just scream ALL the time, I figured out after 3 months that they were just testing me.”
  • “Nobody tells you how much they cry ALL THE TIME”
  • “She just never wanted to latch on because she was stubborn and wanted more attention”
  • “I thought about having another but then the second would have middle child syndrome and I really can’t deal with that, they just think it’s ALL about them, marsha marsha marsha!!!!”


(That’s only half of what she said because my pregnancy brain has kicked in)

Thoughts running through my head:

  • “Should I just go shake HER…RIGHT NOW?”
  • “Is she specifically talking about this because she saw I was pregnant?”
  • “There’s no way she knows if it’s even my first baby!!!”
  • “Where are her kids now?!”

Shortly after the 3 minute bashing of her babies, my stylist came back with my hair color and asked if this was my first baby. I just responded loudly with “No it’s not my first, but if it were, I would be scared to death after listening to these girls next to me!!”

Maybe I’m being overly judgmental. Maybe she was in a bad place and is normally a good person. I have bad days too. I have days that I will turn on a movie for Harper and go lay down because she’s just been overwhelming…but even in my most desperate, frustrated, sad times I’ve never ever ever ever ever thought about hurting her! EVER. I certainly would never joke about wanting to hurt her either!

That conversation is going to stick with me forever now. If her kids had heard the things she said, they would think Mommy hates them. I thought she hate them, and if she could just pack up and leave them, she would! I think if her kids get sick she probably just says they’re doing it to get attention and locks them in their room to tough it out!

If you ever catch me saying things about my children that would make it seem like I hate them, CALL ME OUT. Text or call me if you know me, email me if you don’t know me, comment on the blog if you don’t want to email! This lady needed a reality check from someone. I’d hope my people would check me quick!

Well, let me close with a picture of my toy-rich child.





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35 Weeks

35 week stats

Here’s the bump:


(the top is 35 weeks and the bottom was at 30 weeks)

Size of the baby:

Thebump.com says that he is the size of a honey dew melon. Last week he measured at 5.5 lbs so he’s bigger than the average 35 weeker, I suspect! I wish I had an ultrasound picture from our last appointment, but I got stuck with the newb technician, so she couldn’t get ANY good pictures of him. I wanted to go all diva on her and say “you should just call the other girl in here, because she gets me 3d pics every freaking time!!!” I didn’t.

Weight gain: Too much. I will say nobody at the dr’s office has scolded me for it, so it must be normal to them. The number on the scale sure hasn’t deterred me from eating whatever the heck I want.

Gender: In case you missed our gender reveal video:

Movement: ALWAYS. Too much, actually. Last night I slept 45 minutes. FORTY FIVE MINUTES. THE ENTIRE NIGHT. I slept more than that our first week home with Harper. He was FLIPPING OUT. All night. ALL NIGHT. Violently. He may be breech again with all the movement. It was bananas.

What I miss: Being able to fit past my grocery cart in the check out aisle. There’s no going around to unload it if I’m behind it. I just won’t fit. So I look really stupid if nobody offers to help me because I have to wait until I can push it completely past the register to go around, then push it back to the unloading area.

Cravings: Deep fried batter. Yeah, really. The last time I made fried pickles, I decided I was tired of pickles, and just ate the breading off every one. It was great. I want to just deep fry the buttermilk batter now.


  • Heartburn. Like I chugged a bottle of hot sauce.
  • Carpal tunnel…maybe? My wrists started to go numb…I had “stranger wrists” last week.
  • I’m so blazing hot all the time. Although, when I take my hand and feel my skin, it’s FREEZING cold. But I feel hot inside!
  • Belly button pain.
  • Extreme hunger.

Worst moment this week: Going to a public restroom and realizing their toilet was shaped drastically different than mine at home. It was like the thing was made with a ramp for my pee to shoot forward. I learned a very important lesson: sit further back on unfamiliar toilets.

Best moment this week: I predict it will be tomorrow when I get my hair fixed. It has turned a yellow/ red mix lately. When I take pictures of myself, I think I look like someone’s mugshot who went to jail for distribution of meth.

We also had a day of practicing to be a big sister where Harper would constantly kiss her baby doll.  SO cute.  We just have to work on the closed mouth kiss.  I’m not sure why she opens her mouth- awkward.


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