This morning as Gus came running into our room and climbed up into bed with me (his daddy was already gone to the gym) I realized how much I love that sound. That sound being, his pull up crunching as he takes his little steps. Then he says, hey mommy, I'm getting in bed with you. He always makes sure that we know his next move, narrating his entire life really.
More morning sounds I love are hearing my grandmother walking upstairs. Just to know that she's awake for another day relieves me the same each and every day. I love to wake up to a good thunderstorm, when you can just tell the sky is going to stay dark all day. I love to hear Gus yell for his daddy in the mornings. "Dadday Rob in son" or he'll say "hey guys" And trust me, you want to hear him yelling for you, because if you go in and try to wake him before he's ready....day over. He's so much like his Dad:)
I love to hear my favorite song when I'm all alone in my car. I love to hear the intermingled laughter when Dusty and I get tickled about something. I love to hear waves crashing on the shore. I love to hear "I love you Mommy" and "Daddy, you're my best friend" I love to hear the guests you've been waiting for arriving in your driveway. I love to hear the microwave beep when your food is ready:) I love to hear "I've got a purprize for you Mommy, it's chocolate, it's ice crean" I love to hear happiness from a friend or family member. I love to hear good news. I love to hear the sounds a baby makes while drinking a bottle, all the little snuffs and sighs of satisfaction. I love to hear the crack of the bat when the Braves are down. I love to hear "Touchdown Tigers" be it, Rosman or Clemson. I love to hear, "smell this, it's terrible." I love to hear the commentators on Wipeout. I love to hear Dusty come home after a Friday night game. I love to hear a good song at church that produces chills and tears. I love to hear that it's 5 o'clock. I love to hear wind blowing through the trees warning of the upcoming storm. I love to hear the power come back on after days without it. I love to hear about snow in the forecast.
I also love to hear silence!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Eat it up
I just realized tonight another major difference in my first and second pregnancies. The first time, I watched every "Baby Story" and "Birth Day", and I read all of the magazines/books on pregnancy, birth, and child raising. This time, I watch every episode of "Man vs Food", "Food Paradise", "DC Cupcakes", "Cake Boss" and Food Network in general. I sit here and watch these shows just wishing I could taste a little bite of everything. Good thing I have my ice habit or I would weigh 500 lbs by now. I would never make it working in a bakery. It would be fun, but I have a feeling I would eat my profits.
While I watch these shows, Gus is wearing a pair of headphones and singing "1, 2, 3, 4, hit it boys....Lover Lover Lover, you don't treat me no good no more (treat me good no more)" He's singing his own backgrounds in a lower tone. That's his daddy's new favorite song so of course, now it's Gus' as well.
Today Dusty surprised me with a bag of sonic ice at work and one for the house:) Then my co-worker brought some rocky road ice cream, so it was the best Monday I've had in I don't know when.
Now I wish I had some cake mix:(
While I watch these shows, Gus is wearing a pair of headphones and singing "1, 2, 3, 4, hit it boys....Lover Lover Lover, you don't treat me no good no more (treat me good no more)" He's singing his own backgrounds in a lower tone. That's his daddy's new favorite song so of course, now it's Gus' as well.
Today Dusty surprised me with a bag of sonic ice at work and one for the house:) Then my co-worker brought some rocky road ice cream, so it was the best Monday I've had in I don't know when.
Now I wish I had some cake mix:(
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thankful
I've spent a lot of time thinking lately as I lay around, or while I'm passed out, about how thankful I am for so many things in my life. I'm really quite spoiled. I have a wonderful family.
While gone to the beach, my mom came to my house and cleaned it from top to bottom and got the majority of the new guy's stuff washed and ready. For some reason this time around, I can't seem to find the motivation/time/physical strength to organize all of this baby stuff. We talk or text every single day. We've become best friends in that we get along 90% of the time and fight the other 10%:)
After passing out 6 times in 2 weeks, my Dr has given me his "best guess" of low blood sugar. So now he wants me to eat protein/carbs/sugars every 4 hours. Having PCOS, I've always been on low/no sugars and carbs, so this is SOOO exciting. I heard my grandmother upstairs this morning at 7:30 making a cake. She called me this afternoon and told me that she had me a cake ready so that I could have a slice anytime I needed it:) SWEET!! Literally.
My brother and sister-n-law are pretty much the best aunt and uncle anyone could ever have. EVER. Gus would have a hard time choosing between us and them. He'd probably chose them cause uncle "flows the garden" and Aunt Abbey makes homemade cookies and can sew. All he has to do is ask for something and they can make it happen. I do not know HOW on earth I could possibly raise this child-and probably the next without them.
My dad has always been my rock. If I have a hard decision to make, need advice, some back up, or just a listener, that's who I call. I trust no one as much as I trust him. I like to please him. He never set "standards" for us growing up, but I just always had the idea that I needed to make him proud. Dusty and I have talked about how we will try and do the same thing with our boys. Let them figure out life on their own, develop their own opinions and allow them to come to us for advice. I was always terrified to lie to my dad. All I could think of was...I'll go to this party after I tell him I'm at so and so's house and then something will happen to me and I'll never have the chance to explain why I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. So I just didn't go.
And of course, I love my extended family as well and my friends- my sisters! I've been blessed with a great group of friends. Lots of good memories already and so many more to be had. I read a book last week about a group of friends and one was battling cancer. All I could think of is, which one of us in our group will have to endure something like this. And I hope that we can all stick together and make it through a crisis together.
Most of all I love my son and husband. Last night in the bath I was sitting there as Gus "fixed my hair" and his little hands wrapped around my face and he looked me directly in the eye and said "Mommie, you look beautiful" I'm sure I've never looked worse, but I have never felt more beautiful in my life! I knew that not only did my son say those words, but he's heard those words said to me by his daddy time and time again. He'll be a great man if he just follows in his dad's footsteps.
How did I get so lucky?!!!
While gone to the beach, my mom came to my house and cleaned it from top to bottom and got the majority of the new guy's stuff washed and ready. For some reason this time around, I can't seem to find the motivation/time/physical strength to organize all of this baby stuff. We talk or text every single day. We've become best friends in that we get along 90% of the time and fight the other 10%:)
After passing out 6 times in 2 weeks, my Dr has given me his "best guess" of low blood sugar. So now he wants me to eat protein/carbs/sugars every 4 hours. Having PCOS, I've always been on low/no sugars and carbs, so this is SOOO exciting. I heard my grandmother upstairs this morning at 7:30 making a cake. She called me this afternoon and told me that she had me a cake ready so that I could have a slice anytime I needed it:) SWEET!! Literally.
My brother and sister-n-law are pretty much the best aunt and uncle anyone could ever have. EVER. Gus would have a hard time choosing between us and them. He'd probably chose them cause uncle "flows the garden" and Aunt Abbey makes homemade cookies and can sew. All he has to do is ask for something and they can make it happen. I do not know HOW on earth I could possibly raise this child-and probably the next without them.
My dad has always been my rock. If I have a hard decision to make, need advice, some back up, or just a listener, that's who I call. I trust no one as much as I trust him. I like to please him. He never set "standards" for us growing up, but I just always had the idea that I needed to make him proud. Dusty and I have talked about how we will try and do the same thing with our boys. Let them figure out life on their own, develop their own opinions and allow them to come to us for advice. I was always terrified to lie to my dad. All I could think of was...I'll go to this party after I tell him I'm at so and so's house and then something will happen to me and I'll never have the chance to explain why I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. So I just didn't go.
And of course, I love my extended family as well and my friends- my sisters! I've been blessed with a great group of friends. Lots of good memories already and so many more to be had. I read a book last week about a group of friends and one was battling cancer. All I could think of is, which one of us in our group will have to endure something like this. And I hope that we can all stick together and make it through a crisis together.
Most of all I love my son and husband. Last night in the bath I was sitting there as Gus "fixed my hair" and his little hands wrapped around my face and he looked me directly in the eye and said "Mommie, you look beautiful" I'm sure I've never looked worse, but I have never felt more beautiful in my life! I knew that not only did my son say those words, but he's heard those words said to me by his daddy time and time again. He'll be a great man if he just follows in his dad's footsteps.
How did I get so lucky?!!!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
What'cha thinkin bout?
As I lay here on the couch with the computer propped up on my ever expanding baby shelf, I find myself bored. I could read another book, watch TV, get up and go sit in the chair in the kitchen and try to start dinner, or fall asleep. Is it just me, or are there 1 million things to think about?
Things like, getting things arranged back home for the upcoming baby. What name are we ever going to chose for the baby? Will Gus hurt him right away, or sneakily wait a few weeks? Will I get enough sleep to take care of 2 kids? Dusty is going to be in the midst of football season, can I even do this alone? How do you take care of 2 kids at one time? When I go to pick up Gus at school, do I take the new baby inside or leave him in the car? I should probably take him in. Do I take the whole car seat, or just the baby? Then how will I carry all of Gus' daily items? How will I hold Gus' hand in the parking lot? Will Gus understand the concept of not waking up the baby once he's asleep? Why again did I get a belly button ring in my early 20's....that scar isn't looking so well these days. Will the baby be lactose intolerant like Gus was? Will we be able to afford the diapers and formula? This baby is going to have all hand me down clothes and toys...will he think we love him less? Gus is going to be so jealous of all the attention..how will we cope with his certain outbursts? Do other parents get embarrassed by their kids outbursts? Do other moms even get hit in the expanding belly with golf clubs because their 3 year old is angry?
Back in 2006, Dusty and I came to HHI. Alone. We brought some clothes, some cash, and ourselves. We woke up when we felt like waking up, we ate breakfast out, we went to the beach and took our cooler of beer, our towels, and then took naps. We swam out in the ocean, got too much sun, and then came home, took showers, and went somewhere for dinner. I don't remember thinking anything, except did we have enough beer/food. I don't remember being an adult, even though we obviously were.
Parenting although fun and ultra-rewarding can be so draining on the mind. Usually after a very long rough day with Gus, he'll go off to bed, and about an hour later, I'm wishing he was awake so I could hold him and tell him how much I love him. No matter how hard it is, or how many strikes I took that day, he is my heart. He is the funniest, sweetest boy in the world....when he wants to be. Dusty and I have laughed our fool heads off at him trying to get us to "guess which hand" something is in and he grabs a pool noodle that is approx. 4 feet long. Hmmmmmm....which hand to choose:)
Things like, getting things arranged back home for the upcoming baby. What name are we ever going to chose for the baby? Will Gus hurt him right away, or sneakily wait a few weeks? Will I get enough sleep to take care of 2 kids? Dusty is going to be in the midst of football season, can I even do this alone? How do you take care of 2 kids at one time? When I go to pick up Gus at school, do I take the new baby inside or leave him in the car? I should probably take him in. Do I take the whole car seat, or just the baby? Then how will I carry all of Gus' daily items? How will I hold Gus' hand in the parking lot? Will Gus understand the concept of not waking up the baby once he's asleep? Why again did I get a belly button ring in my early 20's....that scar isn't looking so well these days. Will the baby be lactose intolerant like Gus was? Will we be able to afford the diapers and formula? This baby is going to have all hand me down clothes and toys...will he think we love him less? Gus is going to be so jealous of all the attention..how will we cope with his certain outbursts? Do other parents get embarrassed by their kids outbursts? Do other moms even get hit in the expanding belly with golf clubs because their 3 year old is angry?
Back in 2006, Dusty and I came to HHI. Alone. We brought some clothes, some cash, and ourselves. We woke up when we felt like waking up, we ate breakfast out, we went to the beach and took our cooler of beer, our towels, and then took naps. We swam out in the ocean, got too much sun, and then came home, took showers, and went somewhere for dinner. I don't remember thinking anything, except did we have enough beer/food. I don't remember being an adult, even though we obviously were.
Parenting although fun and ultra-rewarding can be so draining on the mind. Usually after a very long rough day with Gus, he'll go off to bed, and about an hour later, I'm wishing he was awake so I could hold him and tell him how much I love him. No matter how hard it is, or how many strikes I took that day, he is my heart. He is the funniest, sweetest boy in the world....when he wants to be. Dusty and I have laughed our fool heads off at him trying to get us to "guess which hand" something is in and he grabs a pool noodle that is approx. 4 feet long. Hmmmmmm....which hand to choose:)
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Things I've learned on bedrest
I never realized how empty daytime TV is. Here's a few things I've learned over the past few days.
Lindsay Lohan is going to serve time and doesn't think it's fair. Naturally her DUI's are far superior than the "regular persons" This is a top story on GMA. News!
A man fell 30 feet off a top deck after trying to catch a foul ball. He's alive.
My friend Vanessa needs a "Kangaroo Keeper" so that she can stop losing all of the things in her purse. Mainly her keys.
Several celebrities are now on the Jenny Craig or Nutrisystem diet. There is also a 70 year old man that is completely ripped from some new genetic diet. Which is very off putting in my opinion. I want my 70 year old husband to look, well, 70.
Danny Elfman has produced the music on every TV show and movie, possibly EVER.
LeBraun James is driving me completely insane with all of his hoopla over himself. Which team will he play for...who cares??? If you're a fan of his, then you will watch whichever team he plays for regardless. Does he really need a parade and a prime time TV slot?
You can lease a Mercedes Benz for ONLY $689/month after $3, 899 down. Not bad ey?
THINGS I'VE LEARNED AT THE BEACH/POOL
Skinny girls constantly mess around with their bathing suits. The girls that should be messing with their bathing suits-don't.
Most people don't give a rip what they look like or what they wear on vacation. Unfortunately.
Tear free sunscreen, no matter what the cost, must be purchased.
People will stare at a pregnant woman with pure pity on their faces.
My husband will go to great lengths to get me on the beach!
Lindsay Lohan is going to serve time and doesn't think it's fair. Naturally her DUI's are far superior than the "regular persons" This is a top story on GMA. News!
A man fell 30 feet off a top deck after trying to catch a foul ball. He's alive.
My friend Vanessa needs a "Kangaroo Keeper" so that she can stop losing all of the things in her purse. Mainly her keys.
Several celebrities are now on the Jenny Craig or Nutrisystem diet. There is also a 70 year old man that is completely ripped from some new genetic diet. Which is very off putting in my opinion. I want my 70 year old husband to look, well, 70.
Danny Elfman has produced the music on every TV show and movie, possibly EVER.
LeBraun James is driving me completely insane with all of his hoopla over himself. Which team will he play for...who cares??? If you're a fan of his, then you will watch whichever team he plays for regardless. Does he really need a parade and a prime time TV slot?
You can lease a Mercedes Benz for ONLY $689/month after $3, 899 down. Not bad ey?
THINGS I'VE LEARNED AT THE BEACH/POOL
Skinny girls constantly mess around with their bathing suits. The girls that should be messing with their bathing suits-don't.
Most people don't give a rip what they look like or what they wear on vacation. Unfortunately.
Tear free sunscreen, no matter what the cost, must be purchased.
People will stare at a pregnant woman with pure pity on their faces.
My husband will go to great lengths to get me on the beach!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
When is my break?
Maybe I was a healthy infant, I don't remember. Since then, I have had some weird stuff. Never just the common cold, I must have sinusitis with an upper respiratory infection alongside a double ear infection. Tonsils can't be normal- they were "cryptic tonsils" that had to be removed when I was 26. There is a reason you have your tonsils removed as a child. Allow me to explain. When you are a child you have less nerve endings in your throat, so ice cream is cure all. You never have strep throat or tonsillitis again! When you are 26, you apparently have 1 trillion nerve endings and can't even stand to swallow your liquid codeine, much less ice cream. Then after having your tonsils removed, you get strep throat about 6 months later.
I was blessed with mono at the age of 29. The Dr's couldn't believe I had never had it since it was the "kissing disease" Kinda makes me wonder how Dusty brought it home ya know? :)
When I was pregnant with Gus, a group of my friends all came down with a terrible virus. Some went to the hospital and were sent home, some got fluids and were sent home...but I had a nice 3 day stay in the maternity ward in complete isolation. Nurses and Dr's came in wearing full hazmat suits and wouldn't allow Dusty in without gloves and a face mask. It was GLAMOROUS!
Now pregnant again, I get this really cool condition called Pelvic Arthropathy. Short story- hormones cause the connective tissue of the pelvis to become soft thus allowing the pelvic bones to constantly shift. It hurts. I've been dealing with it though- and I think I've been dealing pretty well. Until Saturday.
Gus was left alone on the golf cart for maybe 20 seconds. Long enough for him to drive forward 4-5 ft and slam into a little rock wall. No damage to the cart or the wall, but his face hit the steering wheel causing a burn in between his eyes and on his cheek. I did what any mother would do- RUN. Run to the child, scoop him up and hold him tight. Only when I did, I felt a pop. Which makes me wonder, how do you feel a sound. Isn't "popping" a sound.
So now I find myself on 2 weeks of bed rest. Most pregnant women might say- bring it on. Not me. I am bored. I am lonely. I am tired. I am anxious. It hurts to lay down, stand up, walk, cough, or breathe too deeply. It's like being on a no carb diet- all you want is a bread sandwich. All I want is UP and OUT. Not to mention our annual HHI trip is scheduled for this Friday. Dr ok'd the trip, but no lifting, walking, standing, etc. Now that sounds like fun. Go to the beach, but don't GO to the beach. I know Dusty is super excited about carrying all of our bags in and taking Gus to the beach. What a vacation for the both of us. Still not sure it's the best idea, but like Dusty says- it's better to be laying on a couch on HHI than here at the house.
I feel like maybe I'll be a healthy old person. Just get all of this stuff out of the way early on in life and then live forever. I think I've eaten enough ice the past 3 days to preserve myself for a decade.
I was blessed with mono at the age of 29. The Dr's couldn't believe I had never had it since it was the "kissing disease" Kinda makes me wonder how Dusty brought it home ya know? :)
When I was pregnant with Gus, a group of my friends all came down with a terrible virus. Some went to the hospital and were sent home, some got fluids and were sent home...but I had a nice 3 day stay in the maternity ward in complete isolation. Nurses and Dr's came in wearing full hazmat suits and wouldn't allow Dusty in without gloves and a face mask. It was GLAMOROUS!
Now pregnant again, I get this really cool condition called Pelvic Arthropathy. Short story- hormones cause the connective tissue of the pelvis to become soft thus allowing the pelvic bones to constantly shift. It hurts. I've been dealing with it though- and I think I've been dealing pretty well. Until Saturday.
Gus was left alone on the golf cart for maybe 20 seconds. Long enough for him to drive forward 4-5 ft and slam into a little rock wall. No damage to the cart or the wall, but his face hit the steering wheel causing a burn in between his eyes and on his cheek. I did what any mother would do- RUN. Run to the child, scoop him up and hold him tight. Only when I did, I felt a pop. Which makes me wonder, how do you feel a sound. Isn't "popping" a sound.
So now I find myself on 2 weeks of bed rest. Most pregnant women might say- bring it on. Not me. I am bored. I am lonely. I am tired. I am anxious. It hurts to lay down, stand up, walk, cough, or breathe too deeply. It's like being on a no carb diet- all you want is a bread sandwich. All I want is UP and OUT. Not to mention our annual HHI trip is scheduled for this Friday. Dr ok'd the trip, but no lifting, walking, standing, etc. Now that sounds like fun. Go to the beach, but don't GO to the beach. I know Dusty is super excited about carrying all of our bags in and taking Gus to the beach. What a vacation for the both of us. Still not sure it's the best idea, but like Dusty says- it's better to be laying on a couch on HHI than here at the house.
I feel like maybe I'll be a healthy old person. Just get all of this stuff out of the way early on in life and then live forever. I think I've eaten enough ice the past 3 days to preserve myself for a decade.
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