Day Thirteen

What's up with Blogger?  haha, It isn't functioning correctly.  Doesn't show my post from yesterday.  I'm not about to write it again.
I wanted to say, and not to any person in particular, it's just been on my mind: I don't have a blog to bash people.  I get mad and I vent, that's just what I do.  I also don't have this here blog to put people on pedestals (can you believe I had to look that word up to spell it!) when it isn't true. I used to suck up to people but that's not what I am about anymore.  I, also, don't put my tail between my legs and whimper in a corner.  I put my crap out there and you take me or you leave me.  I'm not perfect and I make mistakes ALL the time.  I do wrong more than right and I claim most of it, but definitely not all. I love people hard and hold grudges for a LONG time. It's just what I do, that's me.  I hope that my habits will mature and I try to work on them, but then sometimes I couldn't give two craps enough to care to work on them. 
I just can't justify not being myself anymore.
OH MY GOSH, WHERE IS MY DAY TWELVE BLOG!!?
I still cannot find it.
Yesterday, at church, I decided to join my Aunt Dee's class.  It is for high school/college/young adult ladies.  She started on the topic of forgiveness.  I love that topic(because I really suck at doing it and want to justify that about myself) and I also love the topic of honesty.  Anyway, forgiveness is something I studied in my past religion so I'm good at explaining it.
SO, Sehara got a spanking in church last night.  She laughed at me afterwards.  LAUGHED, I tell you.  So I did it a few more times.  Get this, she cracked up so hard she doubled over.  I won't tell you what I did after that because it isn't very nice.
Carson is getting some much needed tummy time.  He was lazy in front of his doctor.  She tried pulling him up by his arms to see if he would control his head and he didn't.  The little booger just let it hang, then smiled.  She told him that he would catch up. But then she sat him up and he did keep his noggin up himself and she said that was perfect.
Have you seen the Paula Deen cooking show?  If so, have you seen her stainless steel measuring cups?  Those suckers are awesome. I want them.

Day Eleven

Eleven is weird to spell.  Have you ever done so?
I decided to relax with Tim and my kiddos today.  It was tough at first because of being so upset with Tim, but he made me work it out.  No more silent treatment for him (today).  It lasted a good four hours.  I can say that one of the best qualities in him is conflict resolution.
Sehara, Carson, and I are watching "Up" right now. She is anyway.  I never saw the end of it so I suppose I'll pay attention really quickly. 
It was super cute!   I am working my way through a bag of dove milk chocolates tonight.  I need to clean up a bit as well.  Everything is messy.
I'm thanking God I didn't have to take Carson back to the pediatrician today,  His problem cleared up.  I know it was a reaction to his shots. I'll bring it up before he gets more. 
Speaking of reactions.  I ate Okra today.  As usual, it is very tasty but it gives me the poops in under two hours.  I won't elaborate on how I know it's the okra.  Use your imagination.  MENTAL IMAGE. 
I need to get off of here and clip my toe nails and take the paint off.  It's nasty looking. 

Day Nine

This whole blogging everyday thing is kind of therapeutic
My day started off with a grumpy baby.  Then, while grumpy baby fussed, I had to fold my fat layers into a girdle to go try on a bridesmaid dress.
My BIL picked me up and we went to my SIL's place to eat lunch, then went on our way to David's Bridal.  By the way, bacon in a grilled cheese sandwich is too good.  Why is it that good?  Like I have said, everything is better with bacon.
Successfully found a dress on take three. Sadly, I am in a size 12, again.  I won't pretend it's just my boobs, because it's my stomach too.  I will lose it, again.
I got back home just in time to be reminded that there was a ladies devo sock exchange at church tonight that I was going to.  I forgot about that, therefore forgot to get a pair of socks to exchange.  Oh well, it's ok. There was a lovely message delivered by Ms. Kayla and good food.  That's all I needed.  Besides a nap.
I am SO TIRED!!  I can't wait to go see my crazy tomorrow.  Three of her kids have the chicken pox though, but she's safe in the hospital so it's ok that we go to see her, Carson and I.   
Tim has his monthly airsoft campout tomorrow night so I'll be going to visit Kayt with Amanda and Sehara + Carson. And Kayt's son will be there.  I think we'll make chocolate bacon and bake some more.
Seems like my laundry is piling up again.  Doing it for four people is crazy.  If you don't keep on top of it it gets to be overwhelming.  Plus, all my clothes are dirty so that's more motivation.
Alrighty then, I am off to bed!  Goodnight.

Day Four

Oh, wonderfuuul day.
We watched a few movies last night with Dan and Amanda and just had a wonderful time.  Then, this morning Tim and I watched another movie.  Basically, we just relaxed.  Tim has been taking care of his Uncle's dogs this weekend.  That was random, huh?
I've been looking up inexpensive Christmas gifts for my ladies.
My little brother asked me his opinion on a tattoo.  Don't do it Daniel, just don't do it.  Really, I have no doubt in my mind that you will regret it later.  Seriously, don't do it.
I absolutely adore hanging out with my babies.  I don't get to see Sehara much during the week because of school.  That's always a downer to public schooling.
I got my SIL hooked on Pinterest. I mean, have you seen that sight?!  I love it.
I am quite tired.  I think this is the best I can do today!

Day Three

Let me just begin by saying that Sehara is indeed sick.  She has strep throat.  Her pediatrician called this morning and let Tim know.  He looks at me and tells me.   I jumped out of the bed and am all like: "oh crap, she's at school!! She's going to get everyone sick!! I have to go get her."  Imagine me all dramatic like, running around the room throwing clothes on, grabbing the keys, kissing my baby and husband and dashing down the stairs.  Third time I have left my baby.  Have we noticed that Jenni hasn't left her baby to do something fun or hang out?  I let Grandmama know what was happening and rushed to the school.  Where I then proceeded to wait about 30 minutes for them to get her.  She was in music class and testing is going on so they can't do an over-com announcement (?).  Her ped. called in the medicine and we picked it up at Kroger.  I do love Kroger.

My neck hurts.  It's like, stiff.  What's up with that?
shooooooooooo. I meant to post this 5 hours ago. 

National Blog Posting Month- Day One

Did you know it is national blog post month?
Read here:   http://www.blogher.com/novembers-nablopomo-national-blog-posting-month 
Apparently, you are supposed to blog, for blogging sake.  There is no theme.  Well, I have already missed the grand prize by 9 days, but hey, it wouldn't hurt would it?  That is, to get a post in everyday for the rest of this month!
Today I think I will blog about my latest adventure.  It was an hour ago, to rite aid.  Horrible.  I went to get my free photos and didn't think that maybe I should take my email confirmations, you know, because all this technology we have these days.  Turns out, Rite Aid doesn't let their employees know when things are already rung up free.  We just drove 10 miles out of the way to get them, no biggie.  The lady there just couldn't imagine what I meant by promotional code and free.  SO, I am going to print my confirmation emails out and get my free photos, even if it isn't worth it now with gas.  BUT, Tim and I decided that to kind of even it out, he would make an account with them and upload some photos and get the same deal, then print his confirmation email out, and we'd drive our happy butts right back up there and get them!
We'll do that tomorrow morning.
Turns out there is another RiteAid right down the road.  Hey, I'm not from here, and it didn't say "Fairborn", it said "Enon".  Didn't know Enon was literally right down the road... I only recognized "Xenia" and clicked that.
Sehara lost a tooth today! She woke me up at 6 a.m. to chat about it. Fun, fun.

It's been a while!

Well!  Heller there! Haven't been here in a while.
It's nice to get a break from things. Not that I work hard at my blog to get a break....
Sehara was Sharpay for Halloween and Carson was a lion. We had fun and did some pumpkin carving, a harvest cookout and trick or treating. Sehara got a ton of candy for me!  I mean, herself.  She doesn't need all of that, and the weirdest thing is Tim is guarding her candy from me.  Why is he doing this?!!  Probably eating it all when I go to sleep.
We have a PTC at Sehara's school tomorrow.  I almost dread it!  She has gotten in more trouble than ever lately.  I know her teacher is just going to lay into that!  AND I know sehara isn't telling me the WHOLE truth about these situations.
Carson is a sweet little boy!  He is getting so chubby.  I just love it!  He has been smiling so big for a few weeks now. :) He also snorts like the little piggy he is when he gets upset.
And I think I am sick. My throat is killing me.  I hope I don't have strep, but I have a bad feeling.  Or it could be a sinus infection?!

Once again, I seem to start writing posts and I don't publish them.  I guess this one was kind of pointless anyway.  I feel better!  It's Friday now.  I wrote all that stuff Tuesday or Wednesday.  Tim and I had a parent teacher conference at Sehara's school last night.  She said S is doing great and has A's in all areas except reading.  She said S is a little behind there, but had a B, which is unusual.  The only thing negative she had to say was about S's behavior.  She's very chatty and seeks attention.  We have to work at this at home because I don't want her to be "that kid" and I really want her to get as much out of her school as she can, positively.

I just found out that I get to go to Kentucky today!!! WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO.  Gotta pack, chat at you lata!

Just the worst...

Okay, If you don't appreciate my bowel movements, don't read this. You'll be scarred for life.  But, then you'll also miss the funniest  post I've probably ever written.

I'm going to take a shortcut here.  This is a message I wrote to my friend explaining the situation (yes, I tell my amigos all about my poopies):

omg, I can't even text this, bc it'll hurt my fingers! I just had the WORST mommy moment EVER. (lol, seriously). So, here I am sitting on the bed with Carson and I feel that spikey caterpillar feeling in my belly, like I'm going to have raunchy gas or the worst blowout ever. I hold my breath and wait for it to pass. It passes, then I immediately feel the blow out about to happen. Like, I better run. RUN, I tell you. WELL, right at that moment, Carson decides to choke. Wonderful, right? Naturally, I grab him and run for the toilet. I don't even know how I got my pants down in time. SEriously, I don't remember. I'm banging on his back and crapping at the same time. Then, get this, he's hungry. And my butt is still exploding. So, I pull up my shirt and put my booby in his mouth. He's making these nasty faces the whole time and all I could say was "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" bc you know that was grossest thing he's ever smelled. I get done, and Tim's still not home from getting Sehara, so I'm all like, what do I do? Do I put him on the floor to wipe or do I wait. I figured I had done enough damage, so I waited. Ugh. UGH. HORRIBLE. I've probably traumatized him from the toilet/potty training. Good thing their memory is similar to those of goldfish! 

 

Anyway, you can judge me, because how horrible am I?!?!  Just a bad experience.   The worst part is that I know my poor baby will have some serious cramps and blow outs himself and that's sad to think about.  Because it's all my fault, because I've eaten something that my body hates, and so will his.

Simply Ten Good Things

My friend Connie wrote about ten simply simple good things here and it's inspired me to be grateful and write about 10 things that I am thankful for. I'm not gonna make it all fancy.  Just write about what makes me feel gratitude.
1.)  My family.  Not just my husband and two wonderful children, but my mom and grandparents and everyone that helps us and supports us.

2.) My crazy friends that keep me crazy.  They know who they are.

3.) Grilled cheese sandwiches.

4.) Chili.  Never underestimate the power of chili. Seriously.

5.) Time away from the house.

6.) Doing something different; deviating from the plan.  Changing things up, moving furniture, driving on a random back-road (Tim driving, me looking at the trees). 

7.) Music that motivates me to move.

8.) Baby farts.

9.) Diet Dr. Pepper and the caffeine-free kind.

10.) Breastfeeding.  I was extremely worried that something would go wrong, but we're both doing great with it.  Yeah, it gets hard being the only one who can feed him but I wouldn't have it any other way.

My New Baby

Words cannot express the love that I feel for my new son.  I am so blessed to be able to have a safe delivery and a healthy baby, and a clean and happy/calm environment to take him home to.  He is almost two weeks old and I am obsessed. I'm addicted to him.  I can't get enough baby kisses, I am so glad that I'm the only one who can feed him so I get some special time with him every two hours.
He grunts all the time when he's awake or when he is in the process of waking up.  It kills Tim during the night!  He is so attuned to Carson at night time, he even startle-awakens to check on him making sure he's still breathing and the covers aren't covering his nose.
He's the best baby ever.  He cries only when he has gas, gets changed, and gets buckled into the car seat and really it's only whimpering. 
His eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue.  I understand that could change and if it does... they would be the most beautiful shade of whatever color they are. :)
I really can't go an hour without holding him and I don't have to worry about that unless he has visitors, but, I don't complain because they need to bond with him too. 
Carson has the most gorgeous fingers and toes.  Except his big toes, those are mine and not so pretty...  His nail beds make Asain's look like nothing special, that's how pretty they are.  Perfect shape.
He's really grumpy if you wake him up or move him while he's sleeping.  I guess he gets this from me. 
We just gave him a pacifier a day ago and he doesn't appreciate it.  We won't force it.