Bringing y’all up to speed


HELLO FRIENDS!!!! It has been YEARS since I was active in this world, and a lot has changed since you last read my blog posts! I am going to try to catch you up, as well as I possibly can!

I guess the first thing I should let you know is that I went through a pretty yucky split last spring/summer. Honestly, it had been a long time coming, and only one of us wanted to fight for it. As most may know, one person fighting for a relationship is never enough.

The kids and I dealt with a lot of emotions attached to feeling abandoned. I cannot legally say that we were abandoned, but we had issues and feelings related to abandonment and betrayal.

It was nasty, it was hard, it hurt, but at the end of the day, I THANK GOD IT HAPPENED TO US!!!!! After our court order was signed in August (we had seen the judge in July but adjustments had to be made to the final order before it was completed), I bought a house for the kids and I! This was all very exciting and fun! DAY ONE of the kids living in their new home, and it was like I had brand new children! They were no longer in the pains of instability and drowning in their feelings of abandonment. It was just SO RIGHT. Almost perfect, actually! A fresh start!

This piece of the story is out of order to keep the story above simple, but after the judge signed our court order in August, I immediately met and started dating JP (aka Joshua). We’re talking like a few days after the order was signed. But like I said, it had been over for years, and also we had an official court date back in July. Potato potato, but I just want to make it clear that I did not date until everything was final legally speaking.

It was a real whirlwind, I’m talking we were OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER. Every single lunch break the man had, we would race down the road to spend lunch together! Inseparable is a good word for it.

He had it all! EXTREMELY FUNNY, insanely smart, great job (because he’s good at it), had his life in order with a home and a car to go with it. AND HE LOVED CATS. That was my first mistake with the last one, lack of kitty love. Lesson learned!!!! You’ve got to know how to pat the puss (shout out to Erika Jane) properly to be a truly good attentive man.

So here’s your timeline on that relationship:

Met in August 2016

Engaged in October 2016

Married in October 2016 by a pastor named Betsy 😂😂. Also, my new name is Bell Price!

Obtained a great custody arrangement for my step son, Cooper, who is now 21 months old in April 2016. Cooper was 15 months at the time the custody was set in place.

In May 2016 we tragically lost my sweet Otis, my kitty LOVER. He got outside and hasn’t been seen since. It was a huge heartbreak and loss to me. I grieved that kitty being gone like I would grieve a family member, and I NEVER thought I’d say that in my entire life. I am NOT one of those people who say “oh pets are just like kids and their lives are as important”. I’m just not. It’s ok if you are, but it was just never how I operated.

In June, we fostered a sweet, floppy, fluffy kitten named Millie, who we took in for forever. She was THE SWEETEST EVER!

In July, we were given a kitten. My friend found me this kitten INTENTIONALLY. We didn’t even really know each other at the time except via the internet, so I’m 900000% sure this was a god thing. He knew how heartbroken I was, and spoke to Stacy, who, in turn got me Gizmo. This situation was all to perfect for it to be not God sent. He’s the most unique kitty I’ve ever had, besides Oats. He is a Norwegian forest cat with extra toes, and our connection is INSANE. It’s not normal. You only get one kitty relationship like what we have in a lifetime. Codependent is an understatement with Gizmo and I. He helped fill the fuzzy otis shaped hole in my heart.

In late July, we found out that we were expecting Baby Price! We were Extremely excited!!! OVER THE MOON!!!!!

In early August, Harper started kindergarten!!!

This next one is rough. I’ve even gone ahead and made a blog post to document it, so that after you read this, you can hear the full story.

In late August, our little baby went to be with Jesus. I was not ok. I am now, but I was not then. Gizmo laid with me 100% of the time, and would lick my tears off my face when they’d pour out while he purred and snuggled my face. Millie, our kitty had been sick WEEKS prior to this with something our vet couldn’t figure out. Millie left to be with Jesus the night after our baby went to be with Jesus. She laid on my belly for hours while I was in labor like pain the days prior. It was like she left with the baby to watch after him/her/them.

In September, we went on our honeymoon in Mexico!

…and here we are in October, celebrating our one year anniversary! WOOHOO!!!

There you have it, people, you are up to speed!!!!

Xoxo

Bell

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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!

XOXO
Bell

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What to do…


We have an issue.

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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.

XOXO

Bell

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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, www.jacksandroxanne.com  )

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.

XOXO
Bell

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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.”

THANK YOU URBAN DICTIONARY FOR THIS:

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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XOXO

Bell

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……..no 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!!

love,
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.

XOXO
Bell

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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XOXO

Bell

If you have a 8 month old you should get one of these…


 

I wish I’d gotten it sooner because she has been walking from furniture to furniture for a pretty long time!

If you get one, your kid may hate it the first week.  It’s scary.  But keep trying and they may just end up loving it like  mine!

 

Happy walking!

-Bell

Things we did


Lately our days have been filled with mood swings.  From everyone.  So today after feeling guilty from having Harper in her crib for what seemed like a ridiculously long time, trying to use the advice to let babies cry when they are trying to refuse their nap, I wanted to make sure when she woke up, she could have a little fun time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So we decided to do a little dog watching:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To try some fun finger friendly foods:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Yeah…those are strawberries. If you REALLY know me, you know I’m absolutely obsessed with keeping Harper away from things that I think will cause allergies later on. This includes strawberries. The reason being: At my previous job, a coworker told me a horror story of her sons allergies to strawberries. The guy has to have an epi pen in case he is exposed to them. She told me she gave him lots of strawberries before the age of 1. I’ll never forget the stories she told me of his throat closing! SCARY STUFF. But somehow…some way…today I completely forgot my own rule of no strawberries. Mommy brain? Pregnancy brain? Who knows…I think I’ll still keep her away from strawberries until she’s a year old just in case…unless I have another brain fart. Next thing ya know, I’ll be giving the kid a bowl of cat food. I feel nutty.

Anyways….

On to be on the lookout for The Daddy:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I was pregnant I always let John know certain things I wanted Harper to do as tradition. One of those things was having her waiting at the door waiting on him when he got home from work because I did that with my Daddy. I’ve been weary of our downstairs mixed with a crawling curious baby for a LONG time. I sweep and mop once a week and I get to see everything that is on that floor. Those things are things that will be shoved in my kids mouth if she sees them. It freaks me out. One of my pet peeves is someone saying to me “you’re never going to build her an immune system” or “you can’t protect her from everything”. I can do whatever the heck I want with my kid. I can be overly cautious sometimes if I dang well please. I know she’s not going to get salmonella from our hardwoods, but just let me work at my own pace. I’ll start let her do more things when I feel like it.

In other news: I have decided to stop attempting to sew. Reason being…today I found a sewing needle in the baby’s rooms’ carpet!!!!!!!!! Upon later inspection, I realized the baby had two tiny prick marks on her. CAN WE SAY GUILT????? I can just see her shoving it in her eye. What else have I dropped in the house?!??!? She can find ANYTHING! I’m making vacuuming twice a week a priority now.

I hope you did some happy things this afternoon! 🙂
-Bell

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We got skills.


I really like lists.  So I made a few.

 

Newest motherly skills I’ve obtained:

  • I can change a diaper in about 5 seconds flat.  It’s no joke.  I’ve had several people say WOW…that was fast!!
  • I can also change a poop cloth diaper without making a mess.  These diapers scare EVERYONE I know.  Not me.
  • I know how to fashion a baby blanket into a nose covering turban for those really rough smelling jobs.
  • I can open a “lift and unlock” baby gate whilst holding: sweet baby jesus, 1 drink, a purse, and a hot pocket.    If you have encountered one of these fancy gates, you know what a task it is to get into or out of one without considering you should just scale over it.
  • I can pour out exactly 6 ounces into a bottle WITHOUT using the ounce markers on the side of the bottle.
  • I can feed Harper baby food without using a bib.  I’m about 80% successful with this, so you don’t HAVE to count it.
  • Super sonic hearing.  90% of the time, I hear the sounds she makes and can picture exactly what she’s doing.

Example:

  1. She’s in the crib.  I hear “THUD”  I know she was standing up and fell over(inside the crib, not onto the floor)  to hit her head on the rail.
  2. In the mornings I hear “clack clack clack clack clack clack”…I know she is holding her pacifier in her hand and raking it across her crib rails.  Yeah, like a prisoner in Guantanamo Bay.
  3. I hear “BAHBAH BAH BAH BAH BAH”….I know she is pressing her face against the crib over and over again while exhaling.
  4. I hear “splish splash”………This means I’ve left the toilet seat open

 

Harper’s skill list:

  • She can open our electrical socket covers with one hand.
  • She possesses the innate ability to find a spec of ANYTHING, even after I use that fancy robot thing (the vacuum) to suck up what I thought was everything in the floor.
  • If she gets bored in her crib, she will turn on her little light up fish tank and play.
  • She knows how to turn the TV volume up to 100.  We usually keep it at 20.
  • She can water board herself in the tub.
  • She can completely reset every apple product we own.
  • Reverse the effects hair plugs.
  • She can safely dismount the ottoman.  SEE:

 

Ways I think she could make a living at 9 months doing:

  • Baby proofing expecting parents’ homes.
  • Modeling, of course.
  • Going door to door as a singing telegram.
  • Prepare expecting parents’ animals by beating them, chewing on their ears, and pulling their fur out.
  • Clean floors.   (duct tape a wet wash cloth on her, and she could mop that sucker too.)
  • She could collect all the hair she pulls from me, and sell to the chinese lady that owns the hair kiosk at every mall in the united states.

Hope you like listing as well.

 

-Bell

 

Roll call!!


New Zealand!!!

Canada!!!

United Kingdom!!!

and Austria!!!

 

Please let me know if you are a reader not from the USA!  I need someone to confirm these hits are real, they happen every single day, leading me to believe I may be known worldwide!  🙂  Comment me, message me, whatever ya gotta do to let me know you’re really out there!!!

🙂

xoxo

BELL

This…..is greatness.


http://fitmamain.wordpress.com/2012/09/11/someone-call-a-doctor-this-scale-is-broken/

 

It’s not everyday that I read a blog post that just absolutely has me rolling!!!  This is share-worthy.  Good work fit mama!!!!!

hope everyone enjoys!

-Bell

If you really knew me…


If you really knew me

You’d know I hate  moths.

You’d know I miss the friendships I left in Chattanooga.

You’d know I feel the most like myself when I am working in healthcare.

You’d know that being a Mom has given me more patience.

You’d know my whole world stops when I daydream about our future children.

You’d know that on hard days I cry in the shower.

 

If you really knew me 

You’d know sometimes I dream of being a nurse.

You’d know I have a hard time telling people that I have panic attacks in the bathroom when I get overwhelmed.

You’d know It makes my day when someone goes out of their way to help me.

You’d know I can always find room in my stomach for  water.

You’d know that I believe in wishing on the first star I see.

You’d know sometimes I feel like  I’m a bad wife.

You’d know I cook certain dishes to remember certain people or times in my life.

 

If you really knew me..

You’d know I don’t like anything that goes in a salad.  Especially lettuce.

You’d know that having people over stresses me out.

You’d know I’m full of thoughtfulness.

You’d know I have a stack of books that I have read cover to cover, and keep as trophies.

You’d know I put way to much sour cream on EVERYTHING.

You’d know my heart melts when I see a fluffy kitten.

 

 

If you really knew me, you’d know…

 

You’d know that nap time is the highlight of my day.

You’d know that I collect tervis tumblers and beads.

You’d know I love watching Teen Mom and 16 & pregnant every Tuesday.

You’d know I try to see how long I can go without washing my hair.

I desperately want to be a good mother.

I am afraid of losing any member of my family.

 

If you really knew me, you’d know…
Just now I am figuring out cloth diapering.

I have a hard time with antepartum depression.

I am starting to become comfortable with the idea that I will watch Despicable me every day for the next 2 years.

I am terrified of falling down the stairs while holding the baby.

I have scoliosis.

 

If you really knew me, you’d know…

 

I cry when I hear “to make you feel my love” play on the radio.

I blame myself for not being able to last longer with breastfeeding Harper.

My family back home is very quiet and shy.

I still sleep with my blankie.

I feel guilty that I accepted so much help from my parents in my early twenties.

I guard my deepest feelings from anyone who poses a threat.  Which is nearly everyone.

 

If you really knew me, you’d know that…

 

It takes a really long time to gain my total trust, and it can be lost in the blink of an eye.

I cry when I see other people cry.

I love to sing and dance during church.

I eat a lot of fried fish sticks with home made tartar sauce.

I am petrified by heights.

You’d know my favorite food is Nanny’s green beans.

You’d know my favorite time is spent sleeping with Harper.

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Love ,

Bell

 

 

 

 

Holy Mary mother of Jesus…


My kid thew up 2.5 jars of baby food at lunch today.

That is 8.5 ounces.

That’s a little over ONE CUP.

2 of the jars of vomit hit the freshly cleaned carpet in a giant green splatter.

The other remaining half a container of vomit went all. over. my. arm.

In my head repeating itself over and over was this phrase “do NOT throw up on your baby.”

I can see it now. One day I let my kid roll of the side of my bed, and the next, I throw up all over her.

Next thing ya know, I’ll end up on Dr. Phil.

Oh yea…I’m posting a picture of it, just so you guys can gag along with me.

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The almost 11 week post


…I know……..who posts on that?  It’s not a MAJOR mile marker.  But I’m bored after scrubbing our bathroom floor with bleach so I would like to treat myself with some web therapy.

I am exactly 1 week and and 2 days close to being at the end of the first trimester!!!  The times are coming where everyone can tell me “oh great you’re out of the first trimester, you’ll feel great!!”  I know better than to believe that.  They’re all liars.  Yea, I said it.  LIARS!!!:)

So here’s what’s going on:

How far along?

10 weeks 5 days (practically 11 weeks)

 

Size of baby?

Size of a golf ball.

 

Weight Gain?

6 lbs.  I gained that at week 4 and it’s stayed there since then.  Not sure how.

 

What I miss:

The absence of back pain.  That all went away in my third trimester with Harper…it’s all coming back to me now….

 

Cravings:

Last week it was peach yogurt.  This week, I have wanted:  oatmeal with apples in it, Koolaid, captain D’s, chick fila ice cream cones, eggs over easy…I’m sure there are more I can’t think of.  I haven’t been AS drawn to pizza hut or my normal ice cream combo like last time.

 

Symptoms:

Nausea- no more vomiting this week.  YAY

Back pain

Hip pain

Worse knee pain

Weepiness

 

Best moment this week:

Buying the books for my small group at church.  I got excited to read about the things we are going to work on during the meetings!

I also made a 100 on my first anatomy quiz.

 

Worst moment this week:

Not being able to get a much needed pedicure because of an injured toe.

ROUND LIGAMENT PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!  omg wtf fml

 

Excited for:

My 12 week appointment in a little over a week.

FALL

Pumpkin spice frappacinos at Starbucks

 

Alright, that’s it.  Glad i could release some boredom onto you.

 

Hope you’re having a good week!!!

 

-Bell

 

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A few words for the weekend


We John and Harper woke up bright and early on Saturday morning to watch the early Auburn game. I’m not even sure that she saw any of it…but she just really looks so cute in that outfit!

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Some things happened…then at bed time, we had bathies. The girl really is rich in toys. RICH!!

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The evening was rounded out by a good ole fashioned knob twirling. The girl is after my own heart. She loves knobs. Those are a set of my favorite pair too. eh what am I saying? I like all the knobs in my collection!

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NEW Things from this week:

– I have figured out the TRICK to successfully feeding Harper. If you’ve read the blog, you know I’ve been having issues terrible baby drama associated with food. Here’s the play by play: step 1: Turn on “Despicable Me” Step 2: Turn it UP Step 3: get in her line of movie viewing sight with a spoonful of food until she gets frustrated and opens up so that you get out of her way. REPEAT!!!!!!!!! I have had 2 container success with this method every single time. She may be winning this game of puppetry, but she’s eating and that’s all I really wanted.

– I figured out a good finger food for her. Baby mandarins!! Genius!!! The waiter at our latest restaurant outing brought her some. This man has solved one of my life’s greatest mysteries…what finger foods will she eat a lot of, while at the same time still being “good” for her??? I am a little compelled to call this guy at the restaurant and ask him if he knows of any other top secret foods she will love. But that would just be crazy. Wouldn’t it?

In other news… John is missing his dog, Jackson. and I am missing my Tom Theo the first. What’s up with our animals disappearing??

These are 2 possible scenarios:

That Jackson is involved with an underground gang in our community and is just too caught up in all the dollas. After all….the dollas do make ya holla.

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You can take the alley out of the Tom, but you cannot take the Tom out of the alley.  I suspect his petty murders have escalated and he needs to hide out for a week to assure our family’s safety.

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Sounds legit, right?

Until next time,
Bell

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The big problem is…


she’s lookin’ a little too “honey boo boo” -esq in this one.

Did I just say that?

Poppin’ off at the fair


A few exciting things:

MY PREGNANCY POP CALENDAR!!!! Don’t you just die? I love it! Now…whether to open frame it or just hang it in baby 2.0’s room for display…hmm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE IT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last weekend, Harper got to go to the fair. She met a few furry friends that she wasn’t so sure about…and some of them….well I wasn’t so sure about.

….ummmm…make it stop touching me mom, I know this is NOT a kitty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We so NEED this. CUTENESS!!!

I was closing my eyes preparing to be spat at…but he didn’t he REALLY wanted some pettin though!

I hope this post wasn’t too exciting for you! 🙂 Off to a night of good sleep and hopefully no round ligament pain! That stuff is for real. No joke. OUCH.

-Bell