Thursday, January 24, 2013

For the Love of Pickles

I do love pickles, so maybe it wouldn't be a surprise that I could consume an entire jar of them in 15 minutes. But it seemed as good a way as any to announce this pregnancy!

Oh jar of Vlasic pickles, I regret eating you so fast -- only because of how much I miss you today. I really miss you. However, I am waaaay to tired to go get another jar, so I'll just settle for the bowl of carrots in dressing and vinegar I just inhaled. Those went pretty fast too.

Suffice it to say, Baby #2 (or #4, sort of) is on his or her way! I was searching and searching through Pinterest for a cute announcement to do for the 4th kiddo and there was not a single suggestion. I guess by kid 4, all pretense of planning goes out the window and you're just surviving! But saying Baby #2 feels wrong to me. So I went with the picture of an empty jar of pickles on FB as our announcement instead! Already this baby is getting the short end of the stick!

We decided to just forgo the whole "waiting for 12 weeks" thing for a couple of reasons


  1. We were just too excited to keep our mouths shut!

  2. This excellent post on Dallas Moms Blog! (are those ladies smart or what?)

  3. They say you start showing way earlier with your 2nd, and in yoga pants and t-shirts it's gonna be hard to hide! Plus the studio is doing a 10 week challenge - and can you just image if I had to keep this a secret and gain weight while everyone else is loosing? I'd look like the worlds worst trainer! HA!

  4. We are so excited!!


I kinda always knew I would want a brother or sister for Miles (heavy on the brother *please*) and Tony and I have talked and talked about it. Mostly we think it's a great idea, but we thought we'd wait for the perfect time first. Obviously getting out of the loft was top of our list. But as time kept passing and we stayed here, the issue was getting pressed in our (re: my) minds. Then over the holidays when we had 0 family for Thanksgiving and TONS of family for Christmas -- it sealed the deal. As soon as everyone left poor Miles all alone, I was sure we were doing the right thing.

Which was good, because I was pregnant by then! :)

So, we are about 6 weeks (almost). And so far I'm feeling good. Tired, maybe a tiny bit nauseous so far (knock on wood), and bloated (keepin it real). Oh, and I pee at least 27 times per night. But here's to 8 more months (or, you know 9 since I like to go over!) of things getting worse! Just kidding. Kinda.

The kids are excited, although it's all a big argument of boy vrs girl for them. This time I'm hoping for a boy. Which means it'll be a girl. And Izzy will be ecstatic!!

It's so neat to compare this pregnancy to my last one already, though. Things are already so different and I've only known for a week! Naturally, because of the differences I'm convinced it's a girl. Which really pisses me off, mostly because Kim Kardashian already stole our girl name. And I'll be damned if I give that name up! So Kim can bite me.

According to the web (which is always right, right?) our due date is Sept. 21st. Or 13th. So somewhere around there. Which for me means October, so don't hold your breath or anything. We won't go to the birthing center until the end of February, cause that's how they do things there! I'm left to my own devices to grow this baby, guess I better get to it!

Miles, of course, has not a clue. Ha! Awe, poor sweet boy, has no clue what's about to go down. So I'm gonna soak up every minute I can with him. We took a special train ride together today, and he had a blast!

He's getting so big, so fast, it's crazy! It's the perfect time for another baby! Just, what am I going to do when this next one starts getting big?!

PS -- if you know of anyone who wants an awesome loft in downtown, please send them our way! It comes highly recommended for anyone without 4 kids, 2 cats and a dog. Otherwise, we will just continue to make it work and be EVER so grateful for everything we do have! Because it truly is a lot!!

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Messes

Miles is already 2 and a half, where does the time go???  Before I know it, he'll be grown and I'll miss his chubby baby belly and the fact that he calls me Ahmeee.


So, in an attempt to remind my future self that it wasn't all baby giggles and cuddles -- I'd just like to record the messes we've cleaned up so far this weekend.  Starting Saturday morning to Sunday at 11 AM.

Saturday
  • Miles pooped on the couch
  • Rocky peed in his crate
  • Rocky peed in the hallway

Sunday
  • Miles peed the bed
  • Cats puked on Tony's phone
  • Cats puked in the closet
  • Cats peed outside the litter box (I stepped in it)
  • Miles spilled orange juice on the couch
  • Miles spilled coffee creamer from the fridge all over the kitchen floor


Sunday is really trying to kick our butt.  And it's not even half way over...




Thursday, January 3, 2013

Things I Love About Miles 2 yrs 6 months

Dear Miles,
You are now 2 and a half and every morning when you wake up, I swear you are bigger! It's going by so fast and I'm desperately trying to slow things down. There's so much to love about you right now, that this list could go on and on. Here are a few of my most favorite things!


  • You have 2 favorite things in the world - trains and music. Trains are your world right now, but I dare say that music comes in a VERY close second. And I absulutely love how passionate you are about both.

  • They way you yell "Hiiiiiiii traaaaaiiiiinnnnss" when we pass the DART every morning is the cutest thing ever. You have so much love and excitement and passion for trains in your tiny little 2 year old self. And I love the way you play with your Thomas trains, watching the wheels on the tracks from 1 inch away, over and over. Your fascination is inspiring to watch. There is now a huge portion of my brain (that I was planning on using someday, thank you very much) that now holds information about Thomas, Percy, Gordon and all their whiney British sayings - and I have YOU to thank!

  • But your love for music is what really makes my heart swell. You love to dance and sing your little baby heart out. When you hear a good beat you instantly start head banging and moving your feet. It doesn't matter where we are, even if it's the middle of Best Buy and you are running around the store like a wild banshee child - you'll hear a song and stop dead in your tracks to dance. But your singing and dancing in the car seat is what absulutely takes the cake. You still don't talk in full sentences (that we understand anyway) but you certainly can sing full versus of songs with eery accuracy! And you love it when we dance in the car together. I've gotten more than a few weird stares in traffic while I'm busting a move with my awesome car dancing - but the smile on your face makes it more than worth it!

  • Speaking of speaking - you are doing so good, my sweet son! You (finally, at 2 and a half) try words all the time and sound SO.STINKING.CUTE doing it. Daddy is Day-Yee. Momma is Ah-Ma (sometimes Ah-Mak or Ah-Mat, and a few times Ah-Meeeeeeee). Miles is My-uls. Izzy is Its-c. Nick is Kick. Milk used to be More but now it's Morek, sometimes even Mick pweese. Water is finally Wawer. And there's so many more, but you must be so frustrated with me because there's quite a few that I just cannot understand. I'm really trying though, I promise. And if we both work hard I'm sure those full sentences will be driving me crazy in no time!

  • I know I keep saying that everything is my favorite - but it's really just so hard to pick what the cutest thing about you is. Maybe this one! Whenever I tell you no - if it's for a sucker or a second cup of milk instead of dinner - you don't just get mad, you get even. And it should make me mad, or get you in trouble, but it's too darn cute. You start looking around the room, in the most dramatic fashion possible, for something to throw. And you are not picky. Sometimes it's one of your trains, or a crayon. Sometimes it's a sippy cup or the remote if it's close enough. You've thrown your dad's phone and tried to throw the coffee table over more than once. But the cutest thing, the one that makes me laugh the most is when you throw the little ottoman over on it's top. You look like such a caveman, flipping it over and yelling - and I laugh every time. I just can't help it. I try to hide it, and mostly I do. But something about throwing things totally works for you. You toss the ottoman over and then move on with life like nothing happened. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing. But for now, I absolutely love it! And I HAVE to get it on video...

  • You are about to drive me insane with your aversion to anything but cold food. It's making me crazy, but I know one day I'm going to look back and find it so cute. But if we give you anything to eat that is not literally COLD you say "aaaaaahhhhhhhhh-hot" and refuse to eat it. And I mean every.stinking.bite. We hear "aaaaaahhhhh-hot" about 30 times per meal. Every bite of food you take you spit back out into my hand saying "aaaaaahhhhh-hot". It makes me want to loose my mind. But it also manages to crack us up too. How do you do that, kid? :)

  • Your laugh is infectious. I guess most toddlers have pretty adorable giggles, but I absulutely love hearing yours. You laugh and throw your head back with an insane amount of force. I'm actually not sure how you do not have a concussion yet, but you are wild and carefree and I'm so grateful for that.

  • Oh my goodness are you ever the cutest little shy flirt ever. The other day we were in the elevator and a pretty girl walked in. You smiled at her, batted your eyelids and then reached out to rub her arm. You literally petted her arm! And that was it. All you wanted was to touch her. Apparently that wasn't the first time you flirted with this girl in the elevator. I must insist you stop breaking my heart like that!

  • You love to cuddle! And I mean loooove it! Last night you crawled into our bed and pulled the covers up to your neck, just ready and waiting for cuddles. Daddy and I cuddled you in bed for a while, but when I got up you were not done yet. You got out of bed, grabbed my hand, and took me back to bed for more cuddles. Then you turned into wild baby-head and started thrashing your head around while wild laughing. You almost gave your father a concussion more than once! Boys are so fun!

  • Right now you are playing with your singing tea set, playing this one song over and over and jumping up and down all around the house, dancing away, while shoveling crackers and grapes in your mouth by the fist fulls - FOR THE LAST 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT, and going strong!! Every day you make me smile! Thank you Miles, I love you so much!!



New Years Eve

(Disclaimer - I get wordy when I'm angry... and I'm obviously still angry about this one.)

Let me back it up one day to NY Eve Eve -- Monday morning (eeeeaaaarllly Monday morning) to be exact.  Y'all know that we had quite the house full this past weekend.  So it was not a pleasant surprise when, at 12:45 AM, a very loud bass from our neighbors stereo system wakes both me and Tony up.

To set the stage - we can almost always hear our neighbor's bass bumping  at all crazy hours of the night.  But we always have the sound machine on our iPad going and that's usually enough to mask it and it's no big deal.  As long as we can all sleep I'm not going to make a big deal out of things.  But if your bass wakes me up from a deep sleep -- you and I are gonna have words.

So, we called the security desk - but they were no where to be found, lovely helpful people that they are.  So I decided to knock on the neighbor's door.  An extremely polite couple answer the door with an apology and agreed to turn it down.  Lovely!

Except... the lady (who, I get the feeling, is the one actually renting the loft on her own) explains to me that she was actually gonna come by later on Monday to let us know about a party they are having for New Years Eve.

Now, I'm not really sure what to do with that information.  Was she really expecting me to say - Ok, sure no problem - keep a house full of 5 kids and 4 adults up because you want to have a party?  I wasn't sure, so I just said "okaaaaay" and went back to bed since they obliged and turned the music down.

Cut to NY Eve.  Lovely Neighbor Lady (LNL) comes by around 7 PM to warn us about the party, but Tony and I were not home.  The grandparents and kids were - so they got to see a house full of kids as they warned about their noisy party.  And come midnight - sure enough the party is a-raging.  People are puking in the hallway.  The bass is a'bumping.  We were up late - so we tried not to make a big deal about it.  But, around 12:45 most of us - including Miles and Nick (who posts to Facebook from his bed - neighbors having a party - guess I'll be up for the next 4 hours) cannot sleep.

Again we call security with no help and I'm left to my own devices to go next door in my pajamas with a baby on my hip.  Hoping that they will be nice about it again and just turn the bass down some so we can sleep.

(As a side note, Tony did offer to go both times, but my blood was boiling and I couldn't wait for him to put on pants.)

I knock and the man answers, but LNL comes rushing over to take over!  She says - I warned you guys.  I said - that's great - but that doesn't help the fact that none of us can sleep.  Can you please turn it down.  She agrees and we leave.

15 minutes later, there's absolutely 0 change to the music so I place Miles on my hip again and haul butt back over.  This time physically shaking I send some random guys in to get her and tell her - "Look, there has been NO change, please turn it down.  I really do NOT want to have to come back out here again."

We go back to bed.  And here comes the best part.  Not only is there no change, but LNL has the audacity (the SHEER brilliance) to actually come and KNOCK ON MY FREAKING DOOR at 1:15 in the morning to ask me if the music is now low enough.

At that exact moment I had the number dialed on my phone to the police, so she technically saved her party.  But after I chewed her out, I'm not sure she wouldn't have chosen the police if given the chance.

I was fuming!  Only the stupidest drunk person would think it's okay to knock on anyone's door at 1:15 AM to ask if they were being quiet enough now.  I mean, seriously?!

When I answered the door her and her boyfriend were standing there.  But as I ripped LNL a new one her boyfriend, ever...so...slowly, backed away down the hall and completely disappeared.  I'm pretty sure I scared the living daylights out of him - as I whisper shouted at her.  It went something like this -

Me - Are you freaking kidding me?  Are you seriously knocking on my door at 1:15 IN THE MORNING?

LNL - I just wanted to check and see if the music was better so you wouldn't have to come back over.

Me - There are 5 kids in my house right now.  (Hand held out with all my fingers up in her face to show 5)  3 of them are sleeping, and 2 cannot sleep because of your party. And you really think knocking on my door and almost waking EVERYONE up is the best solution to see if you're not making enough noise?

LNL - I just didn't want you to have to come back over.

Me - NO, the music hasn't changed one bit.  None of us can sleep and I am THIS CLOSE to calling the police.  Turn your music down NOW, this is the last time I am going to say anything to you.  And do not EVER knock on my door this late again EVER.

SLAM

I guess the moral of this story is - cut to the chase and release the hounds of hell early.  If I'd have scared the crap out of her at 12:45 AM maybe we could have gotten to sleep earlier.  Because at 1:20 AM the music was but a whisper!  I could actually still hear the bass but she turned it WAAAAY down.

The other moral of the story is - hell hath no fury like Momma Bear Mode if you knock on my door with your drunk self at 1 AM in the morning.

Izzy
Me
Corbin


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year

What a CRAZY whirlwind these past two weeks have been!  I don't even know where to begin.  I know where I want to begin though - with a nap!

For the last 2 weeks we've had the big kids with us for Christmas, and then for the last 3 days we had our one room loft packed to the max - with the big kids, Tony's parents and his 2 nephews staying for New Years.  Yup, you read that right - that would be a total of 9 people, 1 dog, 2 cats, and more toys than should be allowed in a 1 room loft with 1 bathroom for 3 days and 3 nights!  I would do it again in a heartbeat, we all had so much fun.  It's just that now I need about a month to recover.  And I'm deathly afraid to go home and face the mess that awaits me.

Still... totally worth it!

We just had SO.MUCH.FUN!!  And I mean -- the best holiday season I could ever imagine.  Festivus was a blast, we gave the kids waaaay too many toys, drank tons of hot chocolate, played in the snow, read lots of Thomas books and relaxed as much as possible.  I unplugged from blogging and checking Facebook and Instagram all the time- and only semi-stalked Facebook randomly through out the day.  And I can't even tell you the last time I checked Twitter!  And it was glorious!  I read the most ridiculous YA books that I'm too embarrassed to even admit to reading.  (YA books are my guilty pleasure.)

And then New Years was the cherry on top of our awesome holiday.  Tony's parents borrowed Tony's nephews from Austin for a few days and all the cousins got to play, play and play.  And play they did!  With their cousins and their Uncle!!


Izzy and Dylan (6) ran around like wild people!  And Corbin and Miles (who are only 1 month apart in age)  wow'd us with their adorableness!  They shared toys, hugs and germs like you wouldn't believe!  And it was every bit as cute as you can imagine!

How can you not make them take an adorable cousin bath!


Miles was devastated when everyone had to leave this morning.  Thankfully he got to go back to school today and it helped when he got to see his classmates and teacher again.  He has really started to love going to school and he no longer cries at all when I drop him off.  He just runs in to go play!  Thank GOODNESS!  

So now it's back to reality!  Whew!

I'm still trying to figure out my fancy new phone - but I've finally (thanks to my genius husband) found a way to get pictures off my phone and onto this-here-blog in a less painful fashion!  Hallelujah!  Because I was loosing my mind with that and it was stopping me from blogging.  So once I get it working 100% you can count on a lot more posts from me going forward!  In fact, I'm declaring More Blog Posts my New Years Resolution (shun... shun... shun...)!!!  (That was a dramatic echo, in case you were wondering.)

I have a ton of updates on Miles and just how big he's getting lately.  All the new words he says (which is no where even near as many as his cousin Corbin, but, as I kept telling Nick and Izzy, it's NOT a competition!!), how cute he is lately - and maybe the biggest change of all - the Sleep Training we are about to start tonight with Sound Sleepers help! I'll be blogging about it over at Dallas Moms Blog in the next few months as I've decided to keep writing for them on a regular basis.  I've really enjoyed the events, all the friends I've made and how awesome all those other moms are - so I'm glad they've agreed to let me stay on as part of the team!

So, I guess that's enough random info for one post! Happy New Year friends and family!  Hopefully yours started off as fun-filled and love-filled as ours did!

And hopefully it did not include telling off your drunk neighbors at 1:30 AM on 1/1/2013 and threatening to call the police while some girl throws up right down the hallway!  Good times.  More on that tomorrow.  :)