Is it September yet?

Prepare yourselves.  This is just a negative Nancy post.  I need to let it all loose on you guys!!!

This MONTH has been rough.  Let me tell you about this month.

We have gone to about 10 (maybe more, but I’ve lost the ability to correctly count)  doctor related appointments IN 22 DAYS.

A few weeks ago, Harper started to wake up in the middle of the night around 2-3 am screaming.  She would be inconsolable sometimes.  I recognized this as abnormal and my brain went back to her previous cyst discovery a couple of months ago.  I thought surely it must be bothering her.  To my advantage, our pediatric gynocologist forgot to order an ultrasound for her when we had an appointment with him a couple of months ago.  I was able to call him and point out his mistake and promptly get Harper that ultrasound.  Go me.  Thanks for screwing up, doc.  Guess what, It WAS bigger. I was right.  Other than being right, that’s all the satisfaction I really got, because there’s not much to do about a cyst.  Fast forward from the cyst to a couple of weeks ago.  Harper was bipolar.  She was happy, mad, sad, angry, hurt, flirty, then enraged all in about 15 minutes.  Everyone noticed.  So we scurried off to the doctor for her sick appointment, and Buddy’s well check appointment all wrapped up into 1.  That was fun.  I got the whole “Harper has something viral, keep doing what your doing…blah blah blah…tylenol every 4 hours for her fever….blah blah blah….Oh yea we are going to give Buddy FOUR shots”.  We get home, all half dead, and try to get back to normal.  Both kids had 103 fevers the next day and are summoned back to the doctors office to be told to continue doing what we are already doing.  John goes on a guys lake weekend extravaganza while we all proceed to die at home.  Luckily my mother in law was able to take Harper off my hands that night that John was gone.  Buddy slept with me but did not sleep well at all.  He had a raging fever from his shots and was up about every hour or two.  That sunday, Harper was returned still feelin’ a little cruddy.  She sounded cruddy too.  SO WE GO BACK TO THE DOCTOR WITH 2 CHILDREN IN TOW.  By we, I mean MYSELF.  Harper has an ear infection.  Great.  We take home antibiotics.  In a few days she starts to sleep through the night again, making me think she feels a little better or is just too tired from all of this sickness to rebel anymore.

I celebrate my ability to be a mother and have 2 tame children in the same room around wednesday of last week.  Then my sick child sticks her pacifier in my well child’s mouth.  I stop celebrating my short lived victory.

By that friday night, my little Buddy is awake every couple of hours coughing and sneezing.

On Saturday morning he is immediately sent to the doctor with The Daddy.  I made that executive decision to skip the appointment.  I deserve a break.  When they return from their appointment, Buddy is visibly even more ill.  He has a double ear infection.  I am certain he is dying.  I send his  sister away to my mother in laws again and hold him ALL saturday.  He gets worse.  LIKE WAY WORSE.  He is so hoarse he can’t cry, he just whines in the SADDEST SOUND YOU’LL EVER HEAR IN YOUR LIFE.  I would compare it to the sound of a kitten dying.  SO. SAD.  I spent most of saturday cleaning massive amounts of vomit off the bed and crying while holding my sick baby.  I’d done all I could except cry with him.  So there we were.  Crying together.  I’d never experienced this type of sickness with Harper, she was lucky enough to live 366 days of her life illness free!  I was NOT prepared for a sick baby.  Harper returned on Sunday and everyone seemed to feel a little better, although not well.

Tuesday was Harper’s appointment with our geneticist.  He was able to talk to us more about her syndrome and what we need to expect in her future and when tests needed to be performed.  I alerted him that she had been waking up at night after we learned the cyst was larger, and that I thought it was bothering her.  I also let him know about some suspect discharge she was having.  When I say “I let him know” I mean, I was pushing him to get us more tests because I was sure she was about to start bleeding again.  He saw that I was not a doctor and just let me know we would do the tests in a month or so, no urgency necessary.  Ok.

Wednesday, Harper is spotting in her diaper.  I promptly send the genetics doctor an “I TOLD YOU SO” email and called every single doctor that Harper has to get our tests ordered before I could make it to Children’s hospital.  The cyst is bigger, but not ruptured, leading me to wonder if the blood is from her cycle.   I still don’t know.

Thursday (aka yesterday) we encountered zero blood.  That’s good, but I still have no idea what happened and am just scared it’s going to hit us all of a sudden full force again.  I utilize our blood free day to take Buddy back to the doctor since he still has a fever and cough.  Harper joins us since she also still has a fever, although, she acts like she feels good.  The doctor told me that now THEY BOTH HAVE DOUBLE EAR INFECTIONS.  Oh yeah, and we need to order a chest Xray for John tyler.  That’s how bad his lungs sound.  I cry.  We figure out that he does not have pneumonia, but he does have something called bronchiolitis, it requires an inhaler.  They both require different antibiotics since the previously ordered meds are not working.

Today is friday.  Today I am not leaving the house.  Okay technically I left the house once, but it was to purchase black out shades for the kids windows to increase nap time.  If that’s not a step towards my well being, I don’t know what is.


Here are some pictures of my sick children:

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The F word

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We are currently 100% breastfeeding the new baby.  I’m slowly but surely running dry.

I started having anxiety attacks last week when everyday we would take a bag of our freezer stash.  The freezer stash is no more.  It’s all me.  All of the time.

So everyday I am starting to realize that soon we will be supplementing with formula.

I don’t really judge people who formula feed their babies- it’s their choice/or it’s chosen for them from their bodies.

It’s not that I think formula is poison, it’s just that he’s done SO well and gotten SO big from my milk.  I want to continue being proud of making him that way!  I don’t want to give credit to similac or infamil!!!  I don’t want to take fenugreek because it makes me smell like pancakes and I don’t even notice much of a difference with it anyways.

When you get towards the end, you start living paycheck to paycheck so to speak.  I pump, then he drinks it all within an hour of me pumping it.

I said I wouldn’t be sensitive about formula this time, but  I’m wrong.  I don’t even want to talk about it with anyone.


Well, here’s to hoping I can live paycheck to paycheck a little longer without having to dip into the formula.



The boobie files

I latch sometimes, but find myself pumping a lot more. This is because I have a toddler who doesn’t breastfeed and who doesn’t care if I need time to breastfeed her brother. Or sees this time as an opportunity to get into EVERYTHING that she shouldn’t. She’s smart like that. I figured I would make a list of the things I like to do when I am bored during my pumping sessions. They usually last 15-20 minutes depending on how engorged I am.

These lists are made from a person who owns the most amazing product available: a pumping bra.

This list is for my pumper peeps who are plugged into a wall and do not have free reign to move wherever they want:


  • Download the words with friends app.
  • Download the scramble with friends app. (My personal favorite game!!)
  • Get a Vine account and enjoy all the neat video clips- make some of your own too! This is a new discovery for me and I have already wasted hours of my life on it in 2 days.
  • Tetris. (I’ve seriously played tetris the entire 20 minutes I’ve pumped before)
  • Facebook. DUH.
  • Paint your nails – just enough time to dry without causing pesky dings.


If you have a fancy freestyle pump that allows you to walk around while pumping:

*Keep in mind, even if you do have a freestyle pump that allows you to “do things”, you can’t bend over, all of your milk will dump out into the floor. Lets be real ladies, WE DO CRY OVER SPILLED MILK.

  • Do your makeup if you’re about to head out. (this can also be done with the plug in pump if you take your makeup and mirror to your pump location!)
  • Wash all those dirty bottles in your sink. (but don’t bend too far over- keep an eye on how full your bottles are!!)
  • Fold a load of clean clothes.
  • Style your hair.
  • Brush your teeth.
  • Pee.
  • Pump on your drive somewhere. You read that right. I will set up my freestyle pump in the car right before I leave home. I have a great pump holder bra so “look ma, no hands!!!” Then I put a cover over my front so nobody can see I’m pumping, press start, and hit the road! When you are around 20 minutes into your ride, make a pit stop at a closed business or empty gas station and remove the equipment , celebrate your tall glasses of baby milk, and drive on! Use discretion of course. Not everyone has the ability to pump and drive safely. I put my buckle on before I hook up the tubing so I’m safely restrained. (obligatory safety disclaimer: BirminghamBell is not responsible for any injuries obtained by readers who attempt to pump and drive)



Anymore suggestions would be appreciated!




This is where we live

And that’s a baby on the doorstep.  When she’s older, we can tell her that is where the stork left her.

Take 2

I’m so excited to take her around the neighborhood in her costumes, because our neighbors love Halloween! Everyone decorates!

Hope you’re doing something fun for the fall holidays!


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What to do…

We have an issue.


Rather, Harper and I have an issue.

She likes to do fun things.

I like to stop her from doing fun things. Ya know, like eating the trash, licking the remote, beating on the table in public, trying to play with expensive statues in others homes. Sounds fun huh?

I’ve been perplexed on how to approach her. I’m not so sure spanking is the route I’m ready for right now. And I don’t even know if she would understand it.

Here’s what I’ve tried so far:

  • Holding her hands down when she beats the table. Then she screams like a banchee and we have to leave the restaurant.
  • Telling her no and redirecting her attention. She goes right back to what she wasn’t supposed to be doing.
  • I’ve tried telling her NO firmly in addition to smacking her hand. Yea that worked really well…she looked at me, giggled, and hit me back thinking it was a game.
  • I’ve tried putting her in her crib, but that’s for sleep and she knows it, so she goes to sleep…at the wrong times of day, screwing up the nap schedule!
  • I even let her experiment with the stairs she always screams to get to. (there’s 3 of them total) and she toppled down 2. I thought maybe that was a lesson, but after seeing her go right back to what she was doing, I doubt it.

Any suggestions? Is she just too young to understand discipline? She’s not a bad baby, in fact, she is the happiest baby in the world. She just gets into things that could be dangerous to her, or could be dangerous to our electronics!

Maybe just strap a helmet and knee pads on the kid and let her go?

AND if she’s this clumsy now……..what kind of driver will she be? O_O

Help will be appreciated.



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15 week post

Because I’m too impatient for a 16 week post.

Here’s the baby yawning:



Here’s the bump growing:


(courtesy of an awesome etsy seller I found,  )

Here is the skinny on what’s happening:
Size of the baby: 4 inches and 2.5 ounces. The size of a naval orange. I didn’t take a picture of one this time. The grocers always look at me strange when I do, anyways.

Weight gain: 7 lbs.

Gender: Touchy subject. I was hoping to find out Monday. Baby had other plans. SO I am going to a local ultrasound college to be their guinea pig, and maybe their instructor will see the goods! One can hope.

Movement: The past few days, I’ve been sure of movement. The past 2 weeks I THOUGHT I felt it, but wasn’t sure. Now I’m sure.

Sleep: I can get to sleep around midnight or 1am and sleep until John wakes up between 6-7. Then I usually stay in sleep limbo until 9 when Harper lets me know I need to get up. It’s been SO HARD the last few weeks to get out of bed. I feel like I could sleep until 2pm if nobody was here! Even if I manage to get 8 hours of sleep. Naps are usually out of the question, I lay in peace for Harper’s nap everyday hoping I will fall into nap mode. Once a week, I actually do fall into nap mode…which is HARDCORE NAPPING. Deep sleep. Crazy sleep. And it’s short, but IT’S GOOD.

what I miss: I miss being able to sneeze without the worry of giving myself a golden shower.

Cravings: Gummy bears, reece’s pumpkins, sushi, spaghetti and meatsauce, beefaroni, oatmeal with chopped apples, egg noodles.

Symptoms: Well I thought the nauseated days were behind me, but this weekend I threw up and felt green for the most part. Today has been fine though. So maybe it was a freak occurrence. I’m tired. Really tired. Extreme forgetfulness. Time warp syndrome. Ya know, where you have no idea where your week went, why you didn’t talk to anyone, you know you went places but don’t remember any of the travels.

Best moment this week: Buying my one single yearly purchase from Anthropologie. A scarf. It’s amazeballs.

Worst moment this week: Being told the ultrasound tech couldn’t see the gender! :*(

That’s all folks.


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The one upper

We all have them in our lives.

Or at least stumble across one every now and again.

The one uppers.

Ya know:

“Oh really? Your birth story was scary? Well I just sneezed and my baby just came out during labor, breached, and already speaking full sentences.”


1. one upper
September 7, 2009 Urban Word of the Day
An annoying person who responds to hearing someone else’s experience or problem by immediately telling a similar story about themselves with a much more fantastic (or terrible) outcome.
Person: I got to meet James Hetfield before the concert and I got his autograph.
One Upper: Yeah, well my cousin knows the head of security for Metallica, and he got us front row tickets to the show and then we went backstage and met the whole group. Then they invited us back to their hotel room and we partied with them all night.Person: I have a a dislocated knee.
One Upper: Yeah, well last summer I broke my leg in four places and had to have a steel pin inserted. I also had to have surgery done on my knee to repair the torn ligaments. I was on crutches for almost two months.
2. one upper
A person who always has a better story. If you killed six goats, he or she killed 23. Most of the time they will get angry because you told a story about ONLY killing 6 goats.
Person 1: Wow, this is a nice view. How much land do you own?Person 2: Umm, I think about 69 acres.Person 3(One upper): YOU own 69 acres!?!?!?! MY UNCLE OWNS 178!!

It’s hard to ignore One Uppers because you know that they’re either making that sh#t up, or they were planted in your life to make you feel like you’re just not good enough in whatever way.

Do you know a One Upper?

Have you been one? I’m sure I have been there done that. I just didn’t write it down, but I’ll bet whoever I tried to one up wrote it down, just as I’m doing now. 🙂 But whatever, they probably only wrote it once, and I’m writing it twice.

I try to take this mental approach with One Uppers:

  • Tell myself (inside my head, not outside, that’s important) that there are just a few facts from this story that are missing.
  • I just let them have this as their internal victory, because I don’t want to be in a one upping war. I’m not that desperate for them to think that I am better than or equal to them. If they need that for their life to be complete, they can have it.
  • I also have to keep in mind that maybe he or she didn’t mean it that way. Maybe they just got excited to tell me their experience and it just happened to be much greater, bigger, and better than my own. Maybe they had no idea they were being a One Upper.
  • Let it go. Although, keep note that it happened. If it happens over and over again, it’s probably going to be an issue you don’t want to deal with. If they one up you a certain amount of times, just let them pass away from your contact with ease, and find someone else who will stand with you, not above you.

I can look back on the routine one uppers in my life and see that they just NEED that extra something to make them feel better about themselves. There’s always something missing in their life. They magically forget all the bad times they’ve ever had, so that they don’t have to discuss any part of their troubles with me, so as not to appear on the same level as me possibly? I’d respect one uppers more if they would say “hey, I’ve had times like that and they sucked, but this is what helped me out, and maybe it can help you too.” or “I’ve never dealt with that specifically, but I did have issues with XYZ that you could probably relate to since they’re similar.”

I’m going to try to make more of a conscious effort to not be a one upper. I’m going to keep my eyes out for people that are consistently this way towards me and back up.

I must add, that since this post is so nonspecific, I know that half of my world I know will question whether it is them I have posted about. It’s not specifically about you. Whoever you are. I was simply watching my daily trash of Real Housewives, and watched a One Upper train wreck that I can relate to my own life. I relate it to MANY people. People I’ve known for years, family, people I’ve met for 3 minutes, and people that I don’t personally know other than this blogging community. I’ve been told more times than I can count that my blogging is so unspecific and open ended that someone will undoubtedly pick it up and read their name written across every complaint I’ve ever written about. Ever. It’s going to happen, and I’ve just accepted it. This place is my therapy. It’s my release. I have other blogs that have the specific dirty details of my life and the people in it, but I choose to stay a ghost on those blogs. They are for my unloading only. My specific unloadings.

I hope you liked this unloading.

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What to expect when he’s expecting

I recently had the pleasure of chatting up an elusive Daddy Blogger Kenny, from Dadguide.  ! I really LOVE daddy bloggers because they seem so connected with their wives and bumps! It makes me excited to see that they are excited enough to share their joy (and pain) with the world! I know that several men don’t feel connected with the baby until it actually arrives, which I can understand to a point. They don’t FEEL the signs of pregnancy a woman does. They don’t pee their pants when they sneeze or feel sweet baby moving around at first. It’s just a different side that intrigues me!

Of course I had to shower him with questions about his thoughts on pregnancy and what is to come. (dun dun dun)  Be prepared folks, he’s funny.  I like it.
Here are the things I sent his way:

Are there any baby items that you or your wife are obsessed with yet? (Mine was toboggans from etsy. I bought so many, I would hide them from John when they came!)

No items in particular. However, she has become addicted to garage sales. It started off as a great way to save money, but it’s gotten to the point where she no longer knows what she’s looking for, she’s just a hound for all baby crap. Shopping of any kind is more painful than taking a roundhouse to the face, and garage saleing is the worst form of shopping. I hope to God this phase ends soon.

What do you think the birth will really be like?

Since I’ve never been present at a birth (is it a bad sign that I hate the word “birth?”), I’m just envisioning a lot of screaming (mostly at me). My wife also has freakish strength for a small woman, so I’m guessing I’ll leave the delivery room with a broken hand.

I’m a youth soccer coach and a huge fan of battle movie speeches, so I’m guessing I’ll try to give her pump up speeches throughout the process. This will inevitably make her enraged, and I might be kicked out of the room.

What do you need in YOUR hospital bag to survive the stay?

Great question. Assuming these are only my personal items (not my wife’s), my survival bag will include:

· Starbursts (I still eat candy like I’m 9, especially when I’m stressed)
· The best book I’ve read on being a dad, “Be Prepared: A Practical Handbook for New Dads” Not only is it informative, but it’s clearly written by a guy who is still awesome. It’s hilarious, and puts things in a language I can understand.
· Some kind of an “I’m a proud papa” t-shirt. I’m going to talk up my little guy to whoever will listen, so a shirt like this will probably allow them to broach the topic. Or it will at least warn strangers that I’m going to show them photos of my little man.
· Camera. I plan to document the entire experience.
· I’ve already found that pregnancy and babies tends to immasculate, so I might need some flannel, a football, and access to a radio so I can listen to sports talk radio (The Dan Patrick Show is my the greatest man show every made)

Have you been bringing home strange foods for the wife yet?

· Her strangest craving has been her returned love for Totino’s Party Pizzas. She hadn’t eaten them in years, and now, bringing home a party pizza makes me the most popular man on earth.

Has she tried to stab you yet?

· Strangely, she hasn’t gotten overly frustrated with me (yet). The only personality trait that has been unpredictable is her inability to multi-task or think with any clarity at all. She’s spacey as hell, and it’s hilarious. So while she hasn’t tried to stab me, she has accidently almost killed me with her poor driving, and almost burning the house down.

Did you deserve it?

· When she does try to stab me, yes, I’ll probably deserve it.

Imagine yourself pregnant. What do you think you would be like if:

you couldn’t see your own junk?

· Terrifying. I like to keep close tabs on what’s going on down there.

you couldn’t clip your toenails? (I couldn’t really come up with something that men routinely have to reach their lower extremities for lol!!)

· Kind of awesome, I’ve always wanted caveman feet. Having an excuse not to mess with my own feet would be swell.

you couldn’t have a beer w your buddies while you watch the big game?

· Giving up beer wouldn’t be the hardest vice to break. Coffee, excess candy, and playing sports would be the hardest things to give up. Don’t get me wrong, football + buddies + beer is always a great time, but I could go with just football and buddies

However, my wife has had to endure 2 bachelorette parties where she was the only sober person, and I can’t imagine having to endure that kind of a train wreck sober. Being the only sober one in the bunch, that would suck…hard.

your friends and family made you want to hurl? (ya know, because they always cook that ONE thing that smells like ass…..or they have burping and farting contests during halftime…whatever!)

· I love broccoli, and I’ve had to stop cooking it around her for this very reason. My wife is nicer than I am, if somebody was cooking crap that made me want to puke, I’d tell them to get the F out if they ever wanted to see the baby.

you gained 20lbs in 4 months?

· You haven’t met me face to face, but I’ll go ahead and say with confidence that I’m the skinniest person you’ve ever met. I have the metabolism of a freaking hummingbird, and I’ve never been able to put on weight. I’ve always wondered what I would look like if I wasn’t freakishly skinny, so I would be all about the weight gain.

-What do you think your top 3 cravings would be to get your ass to a monumental size?

· Tapioca pudding
· Chimichangas
· Starbursts (I can’t stress enough how much I love candy)

-Would you REALLY avoid those “dangerous” foods? (Deli meat, yogurt, fish, sushi, eggs over easy, artificial sweeteners, canned foods)

· I’ve been stressed about having a healthy baby from day one. So I think my fears about having an unhealthy kid would outweigh my cravings. So I think I could do it.

Now onto the new baby…I’m using blue for my side notes since Daddy blogger is having a BOY!!!!  

1. How many diapers do you think you’ll use a week?

· I’m guessing more than 7.  We found ourselves using 10-12 A DAY.  Nuts.  So that’s about 100$ a month in diapers if you are using disposables!  

2. Have you made a “panic word” to scream when you’re kid exorcist style vomits on you, the chair your sitting in, and the ceiling? (I personally like “code papaya”!!!!!)

· I love Die Hard, I’m going with “Yippie Kay Ay!”  That’s good.  I like it.  There just needs to be a safe word…one that conveys that you just held Mount Helena and and it erupted.

3. What’s the best way to cut a baby’s finger nails?

· Absolutely no idea. Is that bad?

They actually just tear off.  Sounds scary, but they tear off right where they should.  They’re so thin…like paper!  

4. When you go shopping with a newborn where do you put him in the cart?

· The fact that I know none of these answers is becoming alarming.

This was the most disturbing shopping account I’d had right after having Harper.  I tried to put in the little compartment up top………but……..uh…… way.  Doesn’t fit.  Did I DREAM that people put the car seats up here?  Entirely possible.  Well I hope you’re not shopping for anything big, because until he can sit on his own, baby boy has to go in the actual cart part!   Even typing this 10 months after having a baby, I’m appalled that nobody told me this.

5. What will you keep in your car (at all times) as your emergency baby kit?

· Until I know what’s necessary, the Subaru will be filled the brim with stuff.

I used to pack mine with EVERYTHING.  I figured out all I need to put in my seat caddy is: a few diapers, travel wipes, extra paci, extra outfit, and we are good.  

6. Are you going to do some sort of schedule when he arrives? (like we take turns changing and feeding, or you feed and change from 9p-1a and I take it from 1a-6a)

· I’ve already come to grips that my wife will control me like her own personal robot until we get through the early “no sleeping” period. She went through the hard part, I’m game to be super-dad for as long as she needs.

You’re a good man.

7. What do you know about breastfeeding?

· It’s shocking how little I know about breast feeding.

Here are some things I would like men to know about it:  It sucks sometimes.  It’s HARD.  It’s emotional.  Always have encouraging words…never mention formula if you don’t think that is an option yet.  Formula was the F word in our home.  I would FLIP OUT when John would say “maybe we just need to give her some formula if she’s not as big as she should be”………that translated to me “well you’re a big fat failure and your boobs are good for nothing, you’re probably starving our daughter with your nasty bad milk.”  I know, I’m crazy.  But it really bothered me to feel like I wasn’t doing everything I could.  And I was makin’ milk like a dairy cow.  Enough for twins.

Other than that info, offer nipple cream, nipple shields, or soothies whenever ya can!  And I’ll tell ya a little secret….you’ll get back to the good stuff in the bedroom if you clean the bottles and pumping supplies often 🙂  

8. What do you want to know about breastfeeding?

· Since I’m sure I’ll do most of the cooking early on, I’d love to know what my wife needs to eat to make sure she and the little man are getting everything that they need. Other than that, I’m on a need to know basis.

Milk is the only thing I had to stay away from, because it gives baby gas.  Other than that, I ate like a fat kid.

Dear Harper

Dear Harper,

If someone told me that you would be the happiest baby in the world on the day that you came into the world…I may not have believed them.  I mean, I knew you’d be MY baby angel….but I didn’t know you’d act like one.  This week you’ve had your moments FITS.  But I know it’s a combination between being sick and teething, nobody feels like being nice when they’re sick.  Even being sick, you were smiling and sweet.  I’m sure anyone who missed seeing your outrageously disgusting vomit spells would never suspect that you were sick.  I hope you’re this way when you are older!  My mom tells me that you are a lot like me, except much more social.  You make friends EVERYWHERE you go.  Everywhere.


These are some things you are doing at 10 months old:

  • You can climb halfway out of your pack n play.  I can only assume this means you will be all the way out in a few months time.
  • You have switched “Mama” to your favorite word again FINALLY.  I had begun to wonder if you were ever going to say it again!
  • You have a favorite movie.  Dispicable Me.  AND MOMMY EVEN BOUGHT YOU THE BIG FLUFFY UNICORN FROM THE MOVIE!  
  • You also have a favorite youtube video.  Twinkle twinkle little star from super simple learning.

You have sprouted your first tooth, and in only a week, I can see it’s making some real progress!!

Last week

This week

Maybe I’m obsessed with it, but I notice the difference from last week and this week!

You can clap your hands! (I would upload a picture of it, if my computer wasn’t being so fussy right now!
You’ve grown so much, I can barely grasp that you will be one year old in just 2 months!!

The Mommy

The Happiest Girl in the World

She is.  It’s true.  I had a REALLY terrible pregnancy, and it WAS a savings account for a great baby (as I suspected)!!!

Watching her FAVORITE movie and dancing every time she sees the minions and little girls!

She’s always been my little gerbil baby, because she will drink from cups and bottles standing up if I hold the bottle, and will refuse to use her hands to help if she doesn’t want to. I told John we needed to put one of these in her cribs and we would be all set










Only kidding. Sort of. It’s funny though. 🙂

But at least she’s shown me that she CAN indeed hold her own sippy cup up and drink while sitting up! This is rather new, she would only drink reclined or laying down by herself.

Anyways…great to release a little happy on ya.


Prep work

I’m not sure when this started.  The seed was planted when I was pumping breast milk because I had to do it every 4 hours (minimum).  There was always an abundance of milk laying around in line to be fed to baby hungry hungry hippo.  I knew to put a time on it and sit it on the counter we usually feed from.  Because if we lost the milk……..we nearly lost our minds.

And so the prep-work continues into formula feeding….

I set out bottles with 6 ounces (free hand poured THANKYOUVERYMUCH) so that we can just dump the pre measured formula into the water:

I set out madela bottles with 3 scoops of formula.  These are different because they are “night time” bottles.  We mix the water in the formula, THEN add about 4 scoops of rice cereal.  They’re done differently because it’s a pain in the rear end to try to pour water into a bottle that already has 4 ounces of the dry stuff in it.  It was a lesson that took a couple months to learn.

Then sprinkle in some baby tylenol and oragel for a teething baby – and we are set up for success.

I really only forget the set up once every 2 weeks.  Because it wakes everyone in the darn house up when I don’t do the prep work.  And I’m the only one who does the full monty, so I’d better do it if  I want my precious night time sleep.  I can refuse to do it all I want……..but then I’m just pulling my hair out when John is running around the house at 4:50 am screaming where is the bottle?!?!?  Where is the formula?!?!  I lost the baby!!!  Just kidding on the last one, she is usually in the crib at 4:50am.

I wish someone had given me a set of instructions on prep work before the baby came, but, how can you start prepping for someone that you’ve never met?  I mean you can prep with clothes, diapers, and all that jazz…but you don’t know what they will eat, how much of it they will want, when they will teeth….so I will follow my basic prep guidelines with baby 2.0, but I’m sure they’ll be a little bit different!

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