Friday, September 12, 2008
Workin' at the Car Wash...
About a week ago, we had one of our last sunny and warm days. Jason and Abby got to work on washing the car. She just had too much fun. All of our neighbors came out to comment on Abby and her cute bikini.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
An Update on the Crazy Naked People
Well, I couldn't find anything out about it in the newspaper, and the police never came to talk to us. The day after it happened, Jason was talking to John (our cute old neighbor) about the incident. He told him that the couple live down the street. Ann Avenue is the first street in from River Road (busy highway). Their street is one more street in...meaning they drive by our house every day to leave. Lovely!
So the best we can figure is that they got into a fight in their house, and she took off halfway naked and ends up hiding in our bushes. Then he drives around the neighborhood looking for her and finds her in our bushes. Alas, the cursing, punching, dragging, and pure craziness that then occurred in our front yard. Which leads us to believe that this may happen often since the police didn't go crazy investigating the whole story. Hopefully (and Jason believes) they were completely wasted and don't remember much from that night. Lord knows I don't want the next fight to end up here again!
Yesterday, we're driving home along River Road and pass a gas station near our house. Jason points out the car and says "There's the wife beater." I made him turn around because I wanted to have a better look at this man. We stalked the man for about 5 minutes as he went into the gas station and came back out and drove off. How fun to have a crazy wife beater in the neighborhood, huh?!?
So the best we can figure is that they got into a fight in their house, and she took off halfway naked and ends up hiding in our bushes. Then he drives around the neighborhood looking for her and finds her in our bushes. Alas, the cursing, punching, dragging, and pure craziness that then occurred in our front yard. Which leads us to believe that this may happen often since the police didn't go crazy investigating the whole story. Hopefully (and Jason believes) they were completely wasted and don't remember much from that night. Lord knows I don't want the next fight to end up here again!
Yesterday, we're driving home along River Road and pass a gas station near our house. Jason points out the car and says "There's the wife beater." I made him turn around because I wanted to have a better look at this man. We stalked the man for about 5 minutes as he went into the gas station and came back out and drove off. How fun to have a crazy wife beater in the neighborhood, huh?!?
Friday, August 29, 2008
A Little Bit of Crazy Over Here
Story #1: Don't Leave Home Without the Wallet
Two days ago, loaded up both kids and went to Target with my long list in hand. One hour later with a basket full of stuff...groceries, pajamas for Ben, school shoes for Abby, etc., I was ready to pay and go home. Oops! Didn't have my wallet. I had taken it out right before we left to put cash in it from our envelope system (different story) and forgot to put it back in my purse. Thankfully, they did a suspended order, and had all my stuff in a cart by customer service. I rushed home, grabbed the wallet, drove back to Target, unloaded the kids again, paid, and finally made it home for good. I've never done that before-first time for everything. Stressed me out a little though.
Story #2: The Antics of Abigail
(Same day as the Target story): I unloaded all my Target stuff including a new bottle brush for washing all of Ben's bottles. My old one from the days of Abby had seen its last days. Jason gets home, I'm feeding Ben, Abby's doing her thing. All of a sudden I hear Jason go, "Whoa! What's going on in here?!?" Yes...Abby had taken my brand new bottle brush from the kitchen counter and proceeded to clean the inside of the toilet with it. She was "Kweaning, Daddy!"
Last night, Ben was fussy around 9:30. He's sleeping at night, great all day, but we have the fussies with him in the evenings sometimes. I'm upstairs changing his diaper and pajamas after a spit up. He's wailing a pretty good wail. Abby comes out of her room, sleepy-eyed and carrying Lambie. She says (quite perturbed), "Tell him to be quiet! I'm sleeping!" (Acting like-What's wrong with you people?!?) Jason had to reassure her that we WERE trying to calm him down while tucking her back into bed. (She comes by that bossiness honestly.)
Story #3: Honey, Call the Cops (Again!)
I tell ya...for a cute neighborhood, we picked the one crazy spot. Earlier this year, two punks tried to steal the Honda out of our driveway. Then when my brother Jay was here with my family in July, I woke up to find an idling car with a person heavily inspecting Jay's pickup and writing stuff down. (We just moved the truck...no 911 that time). Then here's the doozy of them all:
First, we live on a corner lot. The left side of our house has about 4 huge bushes that block our house and lawn from the busier side street.
So, last night I'm sitting in our recliner feeding Ben, watching some TV with Jason (about 10 p.m.). Our windows are open but the shades are down and closed...so you can hear outside but not see anything. The side window right by the recliner is the window on the side of the house by the bushes (are you following me?)
Out of nowhere, I hear a woman talking literally right outside my window. Meaning she was next to our house, in our yard, between the house and the bushes. She was angrily saying "F&*! You" many times over. I about jumped out of my skin with eyeballs popping out. I look over at Jason and mouth "There is someone in our yard right outside the window!" I didn't want to talk cause she would've heard me. I hear rustling and movement and more cursing. Jason gets up quietly and grabs the flashlight. He peers out the front window and immediately says "Call the cops! Now!" I jump up (have no idea what's going on), grab the phone, call 911. Jason's telling me a man is beating up a woman...now on our front yard. So I (with a sleeping Ben in my arms) go look out the front door and see a man standing behind a woman (A NAKED WOMAN!!!) sitting on the ground. The curse words are flowing between the two, she's hysterical and mad, and I'm talking a mile a minute to the 911 operator. Jason (of course) goes outside with the flashlight and yells "Take it somewhere else! Take it somewhere else!" Who knows who these freaks are?!? The woman is naked except for a bra and panties on (that were nude colored so she looked completely naked). And she was a good-sized woman. So the man finally picks her up from behind by the arms and drags her (NAKED!) to the idling SUV and very roughly throws her into the passenger side from the driver's door. She's kicking and cursing (AND NAKED!) and he's hauling/pushing her into the car. I'm yelling, "Jason-get the license plate #!" He's yelling it back at me while the man is trying to climb in the car and drive off with the doors still open. I tell the 911 operator the license plate #, hear her rattling off to the cops all the information. I'm telling you-this was a completely crazy, chaotic situation. They take off farther down the street around the corner so we can't see anything. I hang up with the cops, and Jason gets the shotgun. Lordy, lordy. Of course, our cute old neighbors and everyone around us are sleeping like babies in their beds....don't hear a peep from anyone. I checked the newspaper this morning-nothing in there. I'm looking tomorrow cause I think it was too late for the morning edition today. What is it about 11 Ann Avenue that brings out the crazies at night? And all these neighbors brag about not having any crime around here in 50 years?!? We couldn't make this stuff up!
Two days ago, loaded up both kids and went to Target with my long list in hand. One hour later with a basket full of stuff...groceries, pajamas for Ben, school shoes for Abby, etc., I was ready to pay and go home. Oops! Didn't have my wallet. I had taken it out right before we left to put cash in it from our envelope system (different story) and forgot to put it back in my purse. Thankfully, they did a suspended order, and had all my stuff in a cart by customer service. I rushed home, grabbed the wallet, drove back to Target, unloaded the kids again, paid, and finally made it home for good. I've never done that before-first time for everything. Stressed me out a little though.
Story #2: The Antics of Abigail
(Same day as the Target story): I unloaded all my Target stuff including a new bottle brush for washing all of Ben's bottles. My old one from the days of Abby had seen its last days. Jason gets home, I'm feeding Ben, Abby's doing her thing. All of a sudden I hear Jason go, "Whoa! What's going on in here?!?" Yes...Abby had taken my brand new bottle brush from the kitchen counter and proceeded to clean the inside of the toilet with it. She was "Kweaning, Daddy!"
Last night, Ben was fussy around 9:30. He's sleeping at night, great all day, but we have the fussies with him in the evenings sometimes. I'm upstairs changing his diaper and pajamas after a spit up. He's wailing a pretty good wail. Abby comes out of her room, sleepy-eyed and carrying Lambie. She says (quite perturbed), "Tell him to be quiet! I'm sleeping!" (Acting like-What's wrong with you people?!?) Jason had to reassure her that we WERE trying to calm him down while tucking her back into bed. (She comes by that bossiness honestly.)
Story #3: Honey, Call the Cops (Again!)
I tell ya...for a cute neighborhood, we picked the one crazy spot. Earlier this year, two punks tried to steal the Honda out of our driveway. Then when my brother Jay was here with my family in July, I woke up to find an idling car with a person heavily inspecting Jay's pickup and writing stuff down. (We just moved the truck...no 911 that time). Then here's the doozy of them all:
First, we live on a corner lot. The left side of our house has about 4 huge bushes that block our house and lawn from the busier side street.
So, last night I'm sitting in our recliner feeding Ben, watching some TV with Jason (about 10 p.m.). Our windows are open but the shades are down and closed...so you can hear outside but not see anything. The side window right by the recliner is the window on the side of the house by the bushes (are you following me?)
Out of nowhere, I hear a woman talking literally right outside my window. Meaning she was next to our house, in our yard, between the house and the bushes. She was angrily saying "F&*! You" many times over. I about jumped out of my skin with eyeballs popping out. I look over at Jason and mouth "There is someone in our yard right outside the window!" I didn't want to talk cause she would've heard me. I hear rustling and movement and more cursing. Jason gets up quietly and grabs the flashlight. He peers out the front window and immediately says "Call the cops! Now!" I jump up (have no idea what's going on), grab the phone, call 911. Jason's telling me a man is beating up a woman...now on our front yard. So I (with a sleeping Ben in my arms) go look out the front door and see a man standing behind a woman (A NAKED WOMAN!!!) sitting on the ground. The curse words are flowing between the two, she's hysterical and mad, and I'm talking a mile a minute to the 911 operator. Jason (of course) goes outside with the flashlight and yells "Take it somewhere else! Take it somewhere else!" Who knows who these freaks are?!? The woman is naked except for a bra and panties on (that were nude colored so she looked completely naked). And she was a good-sized woman. So the man finally picks her up from behind by the arms and drags her (NAKED!) to the idling SUV and very roughly throws her into the passenger side from the driver's door. She's kicking and cursing (AND NAKED!) and he's hauling/pushing her into the car. I'm yelling, "Jason-get the license plate #!" He's yelling it back at me while the man is trying to climb in the car and drive off with the doors still open. I tell the 911 operator the license plate #, hear her rattling off to the cops all the information. I'm telling you-this was a completely crazy, chaotic situation. They take off farther down the street around the corner so we can't see anything. I hang up with the cops, and Jason gets the shotgun. Lordy, lordy. Of course, our cute old neighbors and everyone around us are sleeping like babies in their beds....don't hear a peep from anyone. I checked the newspaper this morning-nothing in there. I'm looking tomorrow cause I think it was too late for the morning edition today. What is it about 11 Ann Avenue that brings out the crazies at night? And all these neighbors brag about not having any crime around here in 50 years?!? We couldn't make this stuff up!
Friday, August 22, 2008
One Month Old!
Our little man is one month old today. Already I'm sad to see the "newborn" look start to fade away, but I'm so excited to see him grow and develop too. He does have a different temperament than Abby (Do I hear an Amen?). He seems mostly laid back and is quite the cuddler. He just melts right into you when you pick him up. Only trouble is-he loves to nap in your arms. I definitely take those moments of just holding him for a long time and soaking it all up. But we are working on getting into a schedule and sleeping in the crib. So far, so good.
Yesterday I had a small dose of reality about having two kids. I think in general you just have to move faster. Not that I moved slow to begin with. But I think I can now fold a basket of laundry faster, wash dishes faster, unload groceries faster, shower faster, etc. And talk about multi-tasking. Yesterday I was holding Ben and feeding him a bottle, making Abby mac n' cheese for lunch, talking to Jason on the phone, and putting away groceries...all at the same time. (Note: Normally I'm sitting down and rocking Ben while he eats...don't worry-he's getting calm and cuddly feedings-just not then). Sigh...lots of work, but oh so fun.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Cupcakes, Nail Polish, Tummy Time, and Rubber Duckies
Picture Time:
Here's a few pictures from our visit with my mom, Brian, Jay, and Candie. These were taken a few days before Ben was born. And then I have pictures from a couple of days ago of Ben's tummy time and the kid's first bath "together."
Update on Everything Else:
My joint dysfunction is still...dysfunctioning (is that a word?). On Friday I bawled like a baby to the chiropractor (still working out those postpartum hormones). I just reached the point of being very frustrated with the constant pain...especially because I'm feeling ready to get back out there. You know, a walk around the block, a trip to the grocery store...can't do any of that with this dang problem. And, of course, I let the mind wander into thinking it could be permanent and affect my job and the rest of my life!!! So after 1/4 of the box of Kleenex, I came back to reality, listened to the chiropractor telling me that it will go away in the next few weeks, and to get rid of that crazy fear stuff. So, I'm better now...positive thoughts, ice on the hip, Jason to the store.
Sidenote: Funny story about Jason to the store. We ran out of pullups for Abby today. Realized it at naptime. Lovely. She is fully potty-trained except for sleeping. And even with that-she's starting to wake up dry. I just haven't pushed the issue yet with everything going on. So Jason puts a swim diaper on her and went to the store to get more pullups. Now-in the pullup section, there are blue boxes and pink boxes. Blue boxes have boys on them with Diego or Cars everywhere, pink boxes have girls on them with princesses everywhere. Of course Jason comes home with a big ol' box of the boy pullups. I was like, "Honey-you didn't notice the pink boxes with princesses on the pullups?!?" Nope-not at all. So, Abby is all excited about "Cars" pullups (we just watched the movie a few weeks ago) and her blue pullups. I have no idea if the pullups are the same between boys and girls or made differently since they kinda pee in different areas? We'll see.
Okay-here's the pictures.
CUPCAKES WITH NANA
FUN WITH UNCLE JAY AND AUNT CANDIE
BEN'S TUMMY TIME AND TOESIES WITH ABBY
(I love this picture!)
BATHTIME FOR TWO AND ABBY'S SHOWCASE OF RUBBER DUCKIES (SHE LOVES THEM)
GETTING BIG ALREADY (GROWING OUT OF NEWBORN STUFF!)
Here's a few pictures from our visit with my mom, Brian, Jay, and Candie. These were taken a few days before Ben was born. And then I have pictures from a couple of days ago of Ben's tummy time and the kid's first bath "together."
Update on Everything Else:
My joint dysfunction is still...dysfunctioning (is that a word?). On Friday I bawled like a baby to the chiropractor (still working out those postpartum hormones). I just reached the point of being very frustrated with the constant pain...especially because I'm feeling ready to get back out there. You know, a walk around the block, a trip to the grocery store...can't do any of that with this dang problem. And, of course, I let the mind wander into thinking it could be permanent and affect my job and the rest of my life!!! So after 1/4 of the box of Kleenex, I came back to reality, listened to the chiropractor telling me that it will go away in the next few weeks, and to get rid of that crazy fear stuff. So, I'm better now...positive thoughts, ice on the hip, Jason to the store.
Sidenote: Funny story about Jason to the store. We ran out of pullups for Abby today. Realized it at naptime. Lovely. She is fully potty-trained except for sleeping. And even with that-she's starting to wake up dry. I just haven't pushed the issue yet with everything going on. So Jason puts a swim diaper on her and went to the store to get more pullups. Now-in the pullup section, there are blue boxes and pink boxes. Blue boxes have boys on them with Diego or Cars everywhere, pink boxes have girls on them with princesses everywhere. Of course Jason comes home with a big ol' box of the boy pullups. I was like, "Honey-you didn't notice the pink boxes with princesses on the pullups?!?" Nope-not at all. So, Abby is all excited about "Cars" pullups (we just watched the movie a few weeks ago) and her blue pullups. I have no idea if the pullups are the same between boys and girls or made differently since they kinda pee in different areas? We'll see.
Okay-here's the pictures.
CUPCAKES WITH NANA
FUN WITH UNCLE JAY AND AUNT CANDIE
BEN'S TUMMY TIME AND TOESIES WITH ABBY
(I love this picture!)
BATHTIME FOR TWO AND ABBY'S SHOWCASE OF RUBBER DUCKIES (SHE LOVES THEM)
GETTING BIG ALREADY (GROWING OUT OF NEWBORN STUFF!)
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
"This is Temporary!"
I desperately went to see a chiropractor on Monday. I have "Sacroiliac Joint Dysfunction." Basically the swivel joint that connects your backbone to your pelvis (the main joint when walking) is stiff and not moving on my right side. Thus the excruciating pain that I get when walking in my right lower back/butt/hip. Good news is that it is temporary and can be fixed. I'm not sure if carrying an almost 9 lb. baby did this, or the c-section (quite a physical surgery...lots of pushing, pulling, tugging, etc)-but I'm hoping to be cured and back to my normal walking self in the next few weeks. Other news is that I have a small spot on my incision that looks infected (my reaction: "you've got to be kidding me!"). So I'm taking antibiotics plus warm moist compresses four times a day. At 6:30 this morning, I'm laying on the couch with an ice pack on my right hip, hot compresses on my stomach, and telling Jason, "This body is taking a beating..." I feel like I'm 31 going on 81. I keep reminding myself, "This is temporary!"
Benjamin had his two week checkup yesterday. He's 8 lbs. 15 1/2 oz. now. Filling out quite nicely and has such a laid back disposition (most of the time). Here are the exceptions: He HATES the carseat for those 5 minutes it takes to strap him in, get him in the car, and get the car turned on and moving. Screams bloody murder. And he HATES a poopy diaper. In the split second it's dirty, he's hollering about it. There's no five minute window with him. I wonder too if boys poop more than girls? Cause he poops a lot...maybe I just forgot that detail about Abby when she was a newborn. Other than that, he sleeps like a dream, eats like a champ, and snuggles like a lamb. I just love him too much already.
Abigail is doing better. She has been great with Ben from day one in loving on him, kissing him, etc. But she hasn't taken too well to being knocked off her princess throne. Everything is an issue with mom and dad. Everything is a temper tantrum, or a defiant "NO!", or complete disregard for us talking to her. Needless to say, we've had lots of timeouts and spankings, and "We don't talk like that in this household!" conversations. Which always leads to her saying "I'm sorry", lots of hugs and kisses, and "I love you so much!" conversations. The last few days have been better....instead of everything being an issue...we're down to some things. I know it's a combination of her turning 3 plus not getting 100% attention from us 100% of the time. And again, I'm telling myself, "This is temporary!"
Benjamin had his two week checkup yesterday. He's 8 lbs. 15 1/2 oz. now. Filling out quite nicely and has such a laid back disposition (most of the time). Here are the exceptions: He HATES the carseat for those 5 minutes it takes to strap him in, get him in the car, and get the car turned on and moving. Screams bloody murder. And he HATES a poopy diaper. In the split second it's dirty, he's hollering about it. There's no five minute window with him. I wonder too if boys poop more than girls? Cause he poops a lot...maybe I just forgot that detail about Abby when she was a newborn. Other than that, he sleeps like a dream, eats like a champ, and snuggles like a lamb. I just love him too much already.
Abigail is doing better. She has been great with Ben from day one in loving on him, kissing him, etc. But she hasn't taken too well to being knocked off her princess throne. Everything is an issue with mom and dad. Everything is a temper tantrum, or a defiant "NO!", or complete disregard for us talking to her. Needless to say, we've had lots of timeouts and spankings, and "We don't talk like that in this household!" conversations. Which always leads to her saying "I'm sorry", lots of hugs and kisses, and "I love you so much!" conversations. The last few days have been better....instead of everything being an issue...we're down to some things. I know it's a combination of her turning 3 plus not getting 100% attention from us 100% of the time. And again, I'm telling myself, "This is temporary!"
Saturday, August 2, 2008
These First Few Days....
Abby is 3 years old. Meaning it's been 3 years since we did this newborn stuff. 3 years is a long time. I have to admit-I didn't even think once about how I would be losing sleep once the baby came. Just never crossed my mind....total brain fart. So our first two nights at home, Ben was completely flipped in his days/nights. Meaning I was up from about 1 a.m. to 5 a.m. both nights. Talk about a reality check! Thankfully though, he has been a great sleeper since those first two nights. I get about 3-4 hours of straight sleep, feed him, and then another 3 hours before our morning gets started. Not too bad for this early in the ballgame.
So, GOOD THOUGHTS: the hormones are getting back under control, the incision is sore but doable, the nursing thing is working itself out, and the weight is falling away quite nicely. BAD THOUGHTS: My only major complaint is lower back and right hip pain. I walk like a 90 year old lady with major arthritis. It started a few days after Ben was born, and it hasn't gotten any better. My doctor says just to rest it...well, that's nice and all, but I have a 3 year old and a new baby and a working husband. And I'm a little tired of taking 600 mg of Ibuprofen every 6 hours just to keep the edge off. So I'm hoping and praying that this is temporary cause it hurts like the dickens to walk at all. If anyone had any problems like this after a c-section-I would love a word of advice.
Here's a couple of pictures....
Ben's first bath at home
Trying out the swing...not too crazy about it yet.
Abby giving Ben a bottle (with lots of guidance). Pardon the panties...she hasn't quite worked out putting the shorts back on after she pees.
So, GOOD THOUGHTS: the hormones are getting back under control, the incision is sore but doable, the nursing thing is working itself out, and the weight is falling away quite nicely. BAD THOUGHTS: My only major complaint is lower back and right hip pain. I walk like a 90 year old lady with major arthritis. It started a few days after Ben was born, and it hasn't gotten any better. My doctor says just to rest it...well, that's nice and all, but I have a 3 year old and a new baby and a working husband. And I'm a little tired of taking 600 mg of Ibuprofen every 6 hours just to keep the edge off. So I'm hoping and praying that this is temporary cause it hurts like the dickens to walk at all. If anyone had any problems like this after a c-section-I would love a word of advice.
Here's a couple of pictures....
Ben's first bath at home
Trying out the swing...not too crazy about it yet.
Abby giving Ben a bottle (with lots of guidance). Pardon the panties...she hasn't quite worked out putting the shorts back on after she pees.
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