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