It has probably been around a decade since I blogged last but with so much going on time just seems to slip through my fingers. Just as I was typing that first sentence Addison started waking up from her nap and David, the little boy I'm keeping, is starting to let me know he's hungry, so clearly I'm going to have to make this update speedy:)
Addison:
Huge ball of energy. It really is amazing how, as they get older you find more and more ways to love them. She is getting so smart and even more hilarious. She now enjoys dragging things behind her most of the day. Whether it is be her diaper bag, a blanket, an empty 2 liter bottle, a grocery bag, or a dish towel she's taking it with her to explore.
She is really starting to babble and still loves to say DaDa. That is really the only word that she can say and actually know what she is referring to. She also calls my dad DaDa, but only because she can't say "Niles" yet and it's a way to get her point across.
She adores being outside. Loves leaves, bark, dirt, grass, exploring at my parents house, and splashing in any body of water no matter how big or small. We take walks to the neighborhood park and she really wants to run around like the big kids. Usually this ends in major spills and trip ups but she is a very tough girl and doesn't let it phase her.
Mimi just bought her a new Trike that has a handle on it for parents to control, until she is old enough to learn to do it herself. It is also outfitted with a cell phone (toy) on the front that she can slide in and out of the pouch. It has four buttons and she has a particular liking for the number 4 button. I'm not sure who made this cell phone but when that button is pushed it beeps in one long sound and doesn't shut off until she releases her finger. Whoever made it clearly didn't have children or good hearing capabilities because the sound of listening to a dial tone for 10 minutes isn't pleasing to anyone. The best part is all of the stares from other people and parents. At first they look around like, "what the crap???" and then they zone in on where the sound is coming from. Busted. But Addie just stares them down with her finger solid on #4. Hopefully those batteries will die soon. This is in no way taking away from the awesome gift from Mimi! Addison really does love it:)
For Addison's first Halloween she was a clown and the cutest little clown I have ever seen. We entered her in the costume contest at the Jack-O-Lantern Jubilee and she was so stinkin' cute. She was just strutting the stage like she does that on a regular, didn't mind the crowd at all. The cutest was, when the crowd would clap for each contestant she would clap back at them and laugh because that is a game that we play at home. She was on stage on Adam's shoulders waiting for everyone else to walk up just a clapping and a smiling. Cutest. We also went trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, which was also my first time EVER going trick-or-treating. I know, that's a whole nother blog:) But Addie has a blast and got A LOT of candy...that I ate.
I don't really have time to update on the house, me, or Adam but I'll try to find a minute to blog again soon (not that yall want to read about us, I know it's all about Addison:)) But we are still loving our new house and new neighborhood. God has been so good. Until next time...
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
scooty poot
This blog is completely overdue so I have quite a bit to update on.
Here are a few things that have been going on lately, from things that Addison loves to do, favorite foods, new things learned, and funny stories of her antics of late:
A new game we like to play: Addison used to give me kisses when I was rocking her for nap time and bed time in a sly way of trying to prolong the inevitable. Now we have a new game. She has her bottle and then I sit her up to burp her and hand her her pacifier. She takes it, inspects it for a while and then throws it down between me and the arm of the chair. She then dives into the chair headfirst and acts like she is in a little cave searching for the pacifier. Most of the time the pacifier is found within in minutes, as there is not much territory to search, but she stays down there for long periods of time pretending that she just can't find it. Then she'll sit up and look around for a minute. I grab the pacifier out of the chair and hand it back to her. She looks at it like, "what are you doing up here?", over hand throws it back down into the chair and head dives back down. This continues for a while until I decide that it is, in fact, time to go to sleep.
Another new game: Addison likes to pat her chest and we'll all say "yes, you're Addison. You're name is Addison." She smiles, delighted that we are smart enough to follow her and then pats my chest (or whoever is playing the game with her) and we'll say "mommy, I'm mommy." This goes on for long periods of time until she is bored with it. She has also started this when it is nap time:) A great time to show me how smart she is.
The little angel is so close to walking. She takes two or three steps at a time and then falls down. But she is getting more and more brave and venturing further away from the help of the furniture. I'm thinking by her first birthday she will probably be running around:)
A new discovery for her is socks/shoes and pants/ ls shirts. She obviously doesn't remember this from when she was a wee lad so it is completely foreign to her to have things covering her arms, legs and feet. When socks and shoes are put on she walks around like I stuck tape to the bottom of her feet and usually the first thirty minutes is spent trying to get them off. Pants and ls shirts are similar in that she looks bewildered by this new addition to the wardrobe and grabs at them for a period of time until she just excepts that they are going to be there. I wonder how long it will take for her to except this as norm and not even notice anymore?
Favorite food is still, by far, yogurt. She literally begins to whine as I am trying to get the lid off and stir it up because apparently I am not going fast enough. She will down an entire container (two if I let her) in record time. She has also been enjoying adult food and will eat anything on your plate, just because it's on your plate and it must be delicious. We call her a little bird. She will move around the room to each person that is eating, crawl between their legs and stand there with her mouth open waiting for you to giver her a taste. Usually she will do this until there is no more left and we have to say all gone. I'm pretty sure she would keep going until she popped. To her, if it's off of our plate is a huge treat. For now, this is fine with me because she is getting plenty of veggies in her tummy:) buuuttttt we will be curbing this habit in the future as there are several issues with begging, over eating, not eating her own food, etc.
We did have our first accident in the bed yesterday. She took an extra long nap and woke up slowly in her crib. I could hear her kind of talking to herself so I left her in there for a while to let her wake up before I went and got her. Mistake. Upon walking into her room I saw that she had pulled her diaper off and was playing with it (gross). Thankfully, we only had a number one to deal with:) It was kind of dark in the room because it was a gloomy day out, so I turned on a lamp and found a pee spot about the size of a car tire in her crib. Yay. Lesson learned, don't let her sleep with only her diaper on. Must wear clothes at all times.
We also have two new teeth coming in. This has been a loooooonnnnngggg ongoing struggle. We have been fighting these teeth for a little over a month now and they FINALLY look like they might poke through today or tomorrow. I can't wait. I feel awful for her as she is constantly in a cranky mood and extremely clingy because of the ongoing throbbing in her gums. When these two come in, it will be four down and 16 to go. Yes, we are counting down.
Last but not least...I can't believe that my little babies first birthday party is next weekend. The time has flown by and I know that all mommies say that but it really is true. Especially when you throw in selling your house, back surgery and moving into a new house all in the same year. We just lover her so much and are so blessed to have the sweetest angel in our lives. The love a parent has for their children is unmatched. Thank you Jesus for this priceless, life changing gift.
Here are a few things that have been going on lately, from things that Addison loves to do, favorite foods, new things learned, and funny stories of her antics of late:
A new game we like to play: Addison used to give me kisses when I was rocking her for nap time and bed time in a sly way of trying to prolong the inevitable. Now we have a new game. She has her bottle and then I sit her up to burp her and hand her her pacifier. She takes it, inspects it for a while and then throws it down between me and the arm of the chair. She then dives into the chair headfirst and acts like she is in a little cave searching for the pacifier. Most of the time the pacifier is found within in minutes, as there is not much territory to search, but she stays down there for long periods of time pretending that she just can't find it. Then she'll sit up and look around for a minute. I grab the pacifier out of the chair and hand it back to her. She looks at it like, "what are you doing up here?", over hand throws it back down into the chair and head dives back down. This continues for a while until I decide that it is, in fact, time to go to sleep.
Another new game: Addison likes to pat her chest and we'll all say "yes, you're Addison. You're name is Addison." She smiles, delighted that we are smart enough to follow her and then pats my chest (or whoever is playing the game with her) and we'll say "mommy, I'm mommy." This goes on for long periods of time until she is bored with it. She has also started this when it is nap time:) A great time to show me how smart she is.
The little angel is so close to walking. She takes two or three steps at a time and then falls down. But she is getting more and more brave and venturing further away from the help of the furniture. I'm thinking by her first birthday she will probably be running around:)
A new discovery for her is socks/shoes and pants/ ls shirts. She obviously doesn't remember this from when she was a wee lad so it is completely foreign to her to have things covering her arms, legs and feet. When socks and shoes are put on she walks around like I stuck tape to the bottom of her feet and usually the first thirty minutes is spent trying to get them off. Pants and ls shirts are similar in that she looks bewildered by this new addition to the wardrobe and grabs at them for a period of time until she just excepts that they are going to be there. I wonder how long it will take for her to except this as norm and not even notice anymore?
Favorite food is still, by far, yogurt. She literally begins to whine as I am trying to get the lid off and stir it up because apparently I am not going fast enough. She will down an entire container (two if I let her) in record time. She has also been enjoying adult food and will eat anything on your plate, just because it's on your plate and it must be delicious. We call her a little bird. She will move around the room to each person that is eating, crawl between their legs and stand there with her mouth open waiting for you to giver her a taste. Usually she will do this until there is no more left and we have to say all gone. I'm pretty sure she would keep going until she popped. To her, if it's off of our plate is a huge treat. For now, this is fine with me because she is getting plenty of veggies in her tummy:) buuuttttt we will be curbing this habit in the future as there are several issues with begging, over eating, not eating her own food, etc.
We did have our first accident in the bed yesterday. She took an extra long nap and woke up slowly in her crib. I could hear her kind of talking to herself so I left her in there for a while to let her wake up before I went and got her. Mistake. Upon walking into her room I saw that she had pulled her diaper off and was playing with it (gross). Thankfully, we only had a number one to deal with:) It was kind of dark in the room because it was a gloomy day out, so I turned on a lamp and found a pee spot about the size of a car tire in her crib. Yay. Lesson learned, don't let her sleep with only her diaper on. Must wear clothes at all times.
We also have two new teeth coming in. This has been a loooooonnnnngggg ongoing struggle. We have been fighting these teeth for a little over a month now and they FINALLY look like they might poke through today or tomorrow. I can't wait. I feel awful for her as she is constantly in a cranky mood and extremely clingy because of the ongoing throbbing in her gums. When these two come in, it will be four down and 16 to go. Yes, we are counting down.
Last but not least...I can't believe that my little babies first birthday party is next weekend. The time has flown by and I know that all mommies say that but it really is true. Especially when you throw in selling your house, back surgery and moving into a new house all in the same year. We just lover her so much and are so blessed to have the sweetest angel in our lives. The love a parent has for their children is unmatched. Thank you Jesus for this priceless, life changing gift.
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| Please note how incredibly clean this playroom is. I keep it like this all of the time:) |
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| This is her new "big girl" sippy cup. |
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| Walking with her "car." Notice she has her paci and sippy cup in her right hand. Always a must. |
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| Still has those sweet lips! |
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
that's not my name.
If you know me at all you know that I am the queen of nicknames. My mom, dad, husband, and now Addison have a tremendous amount of names that they can be called at any given time. Because some of these names get phased out over time I decided that it is high time that I start documenting them so that we can look back when she's 20 and laugh at them. Some of them will probably still be in use!
addie
addie pants
pants
panta loon
panta loony tune
addie patty
angel
angel pants
toot
toot-toot
tooty fruit
nugget
cutey-cute
punkin
sweet pete
little pete pete
buttons
scoota poot
little poo poo
addie
addie pants
pants
panta loon
panta loony tune
addie patty
angel
angel pants
toot
toot-toot
tooty fruit
nugget
cutey-cute
punkin
sweet pete
little pete pete
buttons
scoota poot
little poo poo
Sunday, August 14, 2011
update
It's been a while since I blogged so here is a list of updates on little nugget:
1. She has almost perfected shaking her head "no". I think I liked it better when she didn't know how to do this. But, it is nice to have some kind of active communication with her so at least we know when she doesn't want something now.
2. She has another tooth coming in! It hasn't quite poked through the skin yet but it is giving her a time and we're ready for it to come on out and start helping her chew up some food!
3. Speaking of food, she is moving more and more into solids and has gotten over (for the most part) her sensitive gag reflex. So far, the favorites are: Yogurt, grits, baked potato, cheese, eggs, and mommies left over soggy cereal. She is also a huge food begger! She will stare you down until you give her a bite of what you are eating and she will stand at your knees with her mouth wide open like a little bird waiting on a treat. Cute now...but I can see we might have to correct this soon:)
4. We are getting very close to walking!!! She is "furniture surfing" pretty well and is able to stand on her own for short periods of time, but she still prefers to crawl as a means of transportation.
5. She is a smart little whipper snapper! She has a book that shows animals and the sounds that they make. When we read that, she always tries to mimic the sounds that I am making. Another book she has is filled with different items that are common in everyday life, as I turn the pages she will point to each item and I will tell her what it is. She studies every item very hard and then looks at me ready for me to turn the page. We're just very happy that she is interested in books!
6. She is loaded with lots of hugs lately and enjoys handing them out. There is nothing like having your daughter rest her tired little head on your shoulder and squeeze her little arms tight around your neck.
7. She must be going through a growth spurt because she is sleeping really well. She takes about 2 hour naps and sleeps from about 8pm to 8am. Mommy and daddy are enjoying this!! Hoping that this phase isn't a phase:)
She is such a sweet angel and Adam and I have been enjoying every second of the last couple of months as she starts to hit more and more milestones and surprise us with how much she learns. We are headed to the beach again soon and we'll be sure to post pictures!
1. She has almost perfected shaking her head "no". I think I liked it better when she didn't know how to do this. But, it is nice to have some kind of active communication with her so at least we know when she doesn't want something now.
2. She has another tooth coming in! It hasn't quite poked through the skin yet but it is giving her a time and we're ready for it to come on out and start helping her chew up some food!
3. Speaking of food, she is moving more and more into solids and has gotten over (for the most part) her sensitive gag reflex. So far, the favorites are: Yogurt, grits, baked potato, cheese, eggs, and mommies left over soggy cereal. She is also a huge food begger! She will stare you down until you give her a bite of what you are eating and she will stand at your knees with her mouth wide open like a little bird waiting on a treat. Cute now...but I can see we might have to correct this soon:)
4. We are getting very close to walking!!! She is "furniture surfing" pretty well and is able to stand on her own for short periods of time, but she still prefers to crawl as a means of transportation.
5. She is a smart little whipper snapper! She has a book that shows animals and the sounds that they make. When we read that, she always tries to mimic the sounds that I am making. Another book she has is filled with different items that are common in everyday life, as I turn the pages she will point to each item and I will tell her what it is. She studies every item very hard and then looks at me ready for me to turn the page. We're just very happy that she is interested in books!
6. She is loaded with lots of hugs lately and enjoys handing them out. There is nothing like having your daughter rest her tired little head on your shoulder and squeeze her little arms tight around your neck.
7. She must be going through a growth spurt because she is sleeping really well. She takes about 2 hour naps and sleeps from about 8pm to 8am. Mommy and daddy are enjoying this!! Hoping that this phase isn't a phase:)
She is such a sweet angel and Adam and I have been enjoying every second of the last couple of months as she starts to hit more and more milestones and surprise us with how much she learns. We are headed to the beach again soon and we'll be sure to post pictures!
Friday, July 8, 2011
the sweetest thing
Little Pants has the most heart melting new nap time ritual. This is most definitely a perk of being a parent:)
When nap time rolls around Addison has gotten to the point where she tries everything in the book to keep me from turning her on her side and rocking her to sleep. "Fight it to the death" is her motto. As of late, when I have finished giving her her bottle I allow her to sit up for a minute to burp. She sees this as a victory. She has won, overcome the obstacle of mommy and is now free to play again!! In reality, she is only getting a moment of freedom before I start rocking her to sleep. She takes this time to try and delay the process as best she can. This is where the new ritual comes in...she starts to climb on me to get to the top of the chair where she can get a closer look of the book shelf behind us. She will begin to talk to me (I'm sure explaining her deep thoughts on the book selection) saying "blah, blah, blah, blah". It sounds much like if someone were telling you a story and instead of going into depth on a topic they end it with "blah, blah, blah." Mid sentence, or mid "blah," she stops abruptly, looks down at me, opens her mouth, and places it on my lips, sometimes leaving it there for almost a minute. This is her very sweet way of giving a kiss. I say mmmmmmmmwwwwhhhha and she goes back to staring at the bookshelf and "blah blah blahing." She repeats this over and over and over, as long as I would let her do it. I think this little cute girl thinks that if she keeps giving me kisses that I won't make her take a nap! That is pretty smart but that isn't going to happen...however, it does stall it for a little while:)
I will cherish those kisses forever. And I know when she learns how to really give a kiss I will miss those big gummy smackers that she gives so freely.
When nap time rolls around Addison has gotten to the point where she tries everything in the book to keep me from turning her on her side and rocking her to sleep. "Fight it to the death" is her motto. As of late, when I have finished giving her her bottle I allow her to sit up for a minute to burp. She sees this as a victory. She has won, overcome the obstacle of mommy and is now free to play again!! In reality, she is only getting a moment of freedom before I start rocking her to sleep. She takes this time to try and delay the process as best she can. This is where the new ritual comes in...she starts to climb on me to get to the top of the chair where she can get a closer look of the book shelf behind us. She will begin to talk to me (I'm sure explaining her deep thoughts on the book selection) saying "blah, blah, blah, blah". It sounds much like if someone were telling you a story and instead of going into depth on a topic they end it with "blah, blah, blah." Mid sentence, or mid "blah," she stops abruptly, looks down at me, opens her mouth, and places it on my lips, sometimes leaving it there for almost a minute. This is her very sweet way of giving a kiss. I say mmmmmmmmwwwwhhhha and she goes back to staring at the bookshelf and "blah blah blahing." She repeats this over and over and over, as long as I would let her do it. I think this little cute girl thinks that if she keeps giving me kisses that I won't make her take a nap! That is pretty smart but that isn't going to happen...however, it does stall it for a little while:)
I will cherish those kisses forever. And I know when she learns how to really give a kiss I will miss those big gummy smackers that she gives so freely.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
the beach!!
First beach trip!!!
Addison LOVED the beach. Her favorite part was most definitely the water and the waves. Adam took her out to about her chest and held her hands as they "jumped" the waves. She was "ooooo"ing and doing her new high pitched screech the whole time. When Adam would get tired from bending over he would bring her in and she would turn around and reach for the water as he brought her back. It was great, we were all very surprised that she wasn't afraid of the waves, or the water for that matter. She is going to be my little dare devil.
While we were there she got to spend some quality time with her (my) Aunt Judy and Aunt Susan. They loved on her the whole time and she ate it up. She really was great while we were there and never got cranky or whiny, and slept well for being in a different place and sleeping in the pack 'n play. She is starting to get to the age where she is sensitive to loud noises or things that startle her. My Aunt Susan was singing her a song one morning and hit a beautiful high note. Addison gave her a blank stare for a moment and then decided that that particular note scared her. She curled her bottom lip out as far as it would go and began to cry. We all laughed because it was just so cute, but she was consoled quickly and was happy and ready to go in no time.
This is technically the second time that she has been to Fripp but the first time she was only 2 months old and we didn't even go to the water because it was December. My Aunt Judy and Uncle Richard have a house on Fripp and we have been so blessed, and they have been so generous, to let us enjoy using it on occasion and spend great times with extended family down there. We have made so many memories and I know as Addison grows up, there will be many more memories to be made Fripp side. It will definitely be a place that comes up in many a family story in the future! Thank you Aunt Judy and Uncle Richard for allowing us to be a part of that.
A few other milestones for little pants:
Pulling up on absolutely EVERYTHING, crawling around like a maniac, stood by herself for about a half second on the beach, has started to babble combining different sounds instead of just the ol "oooo", will wave bye-bye when someone says bye-bye to her, has learned the talented act of throwing objects long distances just to see what they look like when they splat on the floor, and she is already wearing 12 month clothes and growing like a weed!
One milestone that she hasn't met is eating small pieces of solid food. We chuckle, although I'm sure she doesn't find it humorous, when we have tried to introduce her to small pieces of food. We have deduced that she must have a very sensitive gag reflex and though that isn't funny her reaction to the tiniest piece of food being on the very tip of her tongue/lip IS pretty funny. We started by giving her stage three baby food. The one that comes to mind is the chicken with vegetables. There were little pieces of carrots in the baby food and every time she would get a carrot she would gag and gag until she was able to get the carrot out, sometimes making herself throw up. A few days later I tried this little snack that they sell that taste like fake strawberry and it dissolves quickly on their tongue so that they can start to understand what it is like to have solid food in their mouth. This was a fail. I broke off the tiniest little piece of the fake strawberry, maybe the size of a grain of rice or smaller, and put it on the tip of her tongue...instant gag. We've tried a few other things since then but she just isn't ready, and that is okay, she will eat solids when she decides it just looks too good to pass up.
I can't believe my little angel is going to be 9 months old next week. I guess I better start thinking about a first birthday party!
Here are a few pics of the little nugget at the beach and at my parents house in the pond:
Addison LOVED the beach. Her favorite part was most definitely the water and the waves. Adam took her out to about her chest and held her hands as they "jumped" the waves. She was "ooooo"ing and doing her new high pitched screech the whole time. When Adam would get tired from bending over he would bring her in and she would turn around and reach for the water as he brought her back. It was great, we were all very surprised that she wasn't afraid of the waves, or the water for that matter. She is going to be my little dare devil.
While we were there she got to spend some quality time with her (my) Aunt Judy and Aunt Susan. They loved on her the whole time and she ate it up. She really was great while we were there and never got cranky or whiny, and slept well for being in a different place and sleeping in the pack 'n play. She is starting to get to the age where she is sensitive to loud noises or things that startle her. My Aunt Susan was singing her a song one morning and hit a beautiful high note. Addison gave her a blank stare for a moment and then decided that that particular note scared her. She curled her bottom lip out as far as it would go and began to cry. We all laughed because it was just so cute, but she was consoled quickly and was happy and ready to go in no time.
This is technically the second time that she has been to Fripp but the first time she was only 2 months old and we didn't even go to the water because it was December. My Aunt Judy and Uncle Richard have a house on Fripp and we have been so blessed, and they have been so generous, to let us enjoy using it on occasion and spend great times with extended family down there. We have made so many memories and I know as Addison grows up, there will be many more memories to be made Fripp side. It will definitely be a place that comes up in many a family story in the future! Thank you Aunt Judy and Uncle Richard for allowing us to be a part of that.
A few other milestones for little pants:
Pulling up on absolutely EVERYTHING, crawling around like a maniac, stood by herself for about a half second on the beach, has started to babble combining different sounds instead of just the ol "oooo", will wave bye-bye when someone says bye-bye to her, has learned the talented act of throwing objects long distances just to see what they look like when they splat on the floor, and she is already wearing 12 month clothes and growing like a weed!
One milestone that she hasn't met is eating small pieces of solid food. We chuckle, although I'm sure she doesn't find it humorous, when we have tried to introduce her to small pieces of food. We have deduced that she must have a very sensitive gag reflex and though that isn't funny her reaction to the tiniest piece of food being on the very tip of her tongue/lip IS pretty funny. We started by giving her stage three baby food. The one that comes to mind is the chicken with vegetables. There were little pieces of carrots in the baby food and every time she would get a carrot she would gag and gag until she was able to get the carrot out, sometimes making herself throw up. A few days later I tried this little snack that they sell that taste like fake strawberry and it dissolves quickly on their tongue so that they can start to understand what it is like to have solid food in their mouth. This was a fail. I broke off the tiniest little piece of the fake strawberry, maybe the size of a grain of rice or smaller, and put it on the tip of her tongue...instant gag. We've tried a few other things since then but she just isn't ready, and that is okay, she will eat solids when she decides it just looks too good to pass up.
I can't believe my little angel is going to be 9 months old next week. I guess I better start thinking about a first birthday party!
Here are a few pics of the little nugget at the beach and at my parents house in the pond:
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| Addie and daddy at the beach (while daddy tries to do his hot model pose) :) |
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| Her "faux-hawk" from the sunscreen in her hair. |
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| My favorite picture of her at the beach. My Aunt Connie and cousin Kristen (and family) gave her this bathing suit. She had a cover-up that matched making her the best dressed on the beach. |
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| She loved this soft sand. She would grab a handful and hold it close to her face and stare at it as she moved her hand around. |
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| Saying "oooo" |
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| Playing with Niles in the water while mommy and daddy fish. |
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| Got a handful of mud! |
Friday, June 17, 2011
the first, and hopefully the last
Yesterday was a day that Adam and I will not soon forget. It was the first traumatic or, I should say near traumatic experience that we had with Addison.
Addison woke up around 8:00am and per our usual routine Adam brought her in our room for a minute to wake up before we headed downstairs to get some breakfast. After playing for a while the three of us headed for the stairs. Mid descent I heard a loud crash behind me followed by what sounded like my biggest fear come to reality. It was just last week I was telling my mom that I was very worried about falling down the stairs with Addison. This is exactly what happened. Adam was walking down behind me with Addie in tow when his foot slipped off of the end of the step sending him falling backwards. When his back hit the stairs it sent Addison flying out of his arms and both of them proceeded to tumble down to the landing. Because I just had back surgery I wasn't able to whip around to see what was happening but I knew. I screamed at the top of my lungs with terror "Oh my God, Oh my God!!". Looking back I find it interesting that my brain would select that phrase as I never use it and actually find it annoying when others say it. Of course all of this happened in a split second but by the time I was able to turn around Adam had just ended his fall at the landing and I didn't see Addison. A quick look to the right found her propped up against the wall to my right screaming with fear. Adam snatched her up before I could even really process where she was. He later told me that when she flew out of his arms she went head over feet down the stairs before landing with a thud at the bottom. I was shaking uncontrollably and could not catch my breath. Adam kept saying, "she's okay, she's okay" and all I could think was "how do you know??" I need to KNOW that she is okay. I was able to compose myself enough to try to take her mind off of the incident with a silly song but I couldn't control my voice from shaking. We did a once over and saw no bumps or bruises, not even a red mark to remember the event by.
I called my pediatrician and they instructed me to watch her and make sure she was stirring in her sleep and wasn't vomiting. She actually took a three hour nap shortly after the event, I think just to make me worry a little more. Today she is back to her old self as if nothing happened. Thankful that children are so malleable at this age! It really is only by the grace of God that nothing serious really happened to anyone (although I think I might need to go get my heart checked out!). Throughout the day I kept replaying the event over and over in my head, thinking of all of the terrible things that COULD have happened. Of course the obvious, Adam or Addison or both could have been really hurt. Adam could have taken me out on his way down as well, opening my incision or worse, re-injuring my back. As I relived this event over and over I had to eventually make myself stop. I can't live my life like that. I would become one of those mothers that wouldn't allow my children to do anything because I would be so terrified that something would happen. That doesn't do me or Addison any good. So I had to let it go. And I have, but even putting this event down "on paper" has made my heart race.
I know that this probably wont be the last time that Addison has a close call but I hope that it is a long while before we face something like that again. Thank you Jesus for keeping my family safe.
I thought it fitting to now post some pictures of Addie happy and smiling:) These pictures are from a day of swimming at her Mimi's.
Addison woke up around 8:00am and per our usual routine Adam brought her in our room for a minute to wake up before we headed downstairs to get some breakfast. After playing for a while the three of us headed for the stairs. Mid descent I heard a loud crash behind me followed by what sounded like my biggest fear come to reality. It was just last week I was telling my mom that I was very worried about falling down the stairs with Addison. This is exactly what happened. Adam was walking down behind me with Addie in tow when his foot slipped off of the end of the step sending him falling backwards. When his back hit the stairs it sent Addison flying out of his arms and both of them proceeded to tumble down to the landing. Because I just had back surgery I wasn't able to whip around to see what was happening but I knew. I screamed at the top of my lungs with terror "Oh my God, Oh my God!!". Looking back I find it interesting that my brain would select that phrase as I never use it and actually find it annoying when others say it. Of course all of this happened in a split second but by the time I was able to turn around Adam had just ended his fall at the landing and I didn't see Addison. A quick look to the right found her propped up against the wall to my right screaming with fear. Adam snatched her up before I could even really process where she was. He later told me that when she flew out of his arms she went head over feet down the stairs before landing with a thud at the bottom. I was shaking uncontrollably and could not catch my breath. Adam kept saying, "she's okay, she's okay" and all I could think was "how do you know??" I need to KNOW that she is okay. I was able to compose myself enough to try to take her mind off of the incident with a silly song but I couldn't control my voice from shaking. We did a once over and saw no bumps or bruises, not even a red mark to remember the event by.
I called my pediatrician and they instructed me to watch her and make sure she was stirring in her sleep and wasn't vomiting. She actually took a three hour nap shortly after the event, I think just to make me worry a little more. Today she is back to her old self as if nothing happened. Thankful that children are so malleable at this age! It really is only by the grace of God that nothing serious really happened to anyone (although I think I might need to go get my heart checked out!). Throughout the day I kept replaying the event over and over in my head, thinking of all of the terrible things that COULD have happened. Of course the obvious, Adam or Addison or both could have been really hurt. Adam could have taken me out on his way down as well, opening my incision or worse, re-injuring my back. As I relived this event over and over I had to eventually make myself stop. I can't live my life like that. I would become one of those mothers that wouldn't allow my children to do anything because I would be so terrified that something would happen. That doesn't do me or Addison any good. So I had to let it go. And I have, but even putting this event down "on paper" has made my heart race.
I know that this probably wont be the last time that Addison has a close call but I hope that it is a long while before we face something like that again. Thank you Jesus for keeping my family safe.
I thought it fitting to now post some pictures of Addie happy and smiling:) These pictures are from a day of swimming at her Mimi's.
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| Saying he favorite vowel "ooooooo" |
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| As usual, trying to put everything in her mouth. Just needs a little taste. |
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
it's been way too long...
Wow, a ton of stuff has happened since the last time I blogged. We have literally been so busy that I haven't had the time to sit down and document all of the craziness. Where to start...
We are officially out of our house and living with my parents. We've been here for about two weeks and it's been pretty awesome. You can't complain about good food and plenty of space. Delilah has absolutely loved it. She has no fences to keep her in, plenty of deer and geese to chase, lots of woods to roam around in, and a pond to cool off in. We are still looking for a house but haven't found anything that we like so far. We're hoping that once school gets out more houses will be out there to look at.
Pants is growing up so fast. She already has two teeth!!! I can't believe it. We also took her swimming for the first time in my parents pond. At first, I'm not even sure that she realized she was in the water! She just sat there and stared at my like she was waiting for the fun stuff to start happening. Then the next time she got in the water she acted a little more excited and she learned how to twirl herself around in circles in her float. And my favorite: today she showed us her new milestone. Mom and dad waved bye bye to her and she waved back!!!!! She did it several times today and we all loved it so much. It made it even better because you could tell that she was so proud of herself. She has been scooty pootin; around but not crawling with her tummy off of the floor yet, but she's oh so close!
And last but not least, I'm having back surgery in 11 days. Thank you Jesus!! I can't wait to be out of pain. I honestly feel like I haven't even had a moment to stop and think about the fact that I'm having surgery. At least not the pain part of it. Thankfully, I've been told that they have this surgery down to a science (no pun intended) and I will be up and walking the night of the surgery and I only have to stay one night in the hospital. I will keep you updated on how that goes, but until then here are few recent pics of my little nugget...
We are officially out of our house and living with my parents. We've been here for about two weeks and it's been pretty awesome. You can't complain about good food and plenty of space. Delilah has absolutely loved it. She has no fences to keep her in, plenty of deer and geese to chase, lots of woods to roam around in, and a pond to cool off in. We are still looking for a house but haven't found anything that we like so far. We're hoping that once school gets out more houses will be out there to look at.
Pants is growing up so fast. She already has two teeth!!! I can't believe it. We also took her swimming for the first time in my parents pond. At first, I'm not even sure that she realized she was in the water! She just sat there and stared at my like she was waiting for the fun stuff to start happening. Then the next time she got in the water she acted a little more excited and she learned how to twirl herself around in circles in her float. And my favorite: today she showed us her new milestone. Mom and dad waved bye bye to her and she waved back!!!!! She did it several times today and we all loved it so much. It made it even better because you could tell that she was so proud of herself. She has been scooty pootin; around but not crawling with her tummy off of the floor yet, but she's oh so close!
And last but not least, I'm having back surgery in 11 days. Thank you Jesus!! I can't wait to be out of pain. I honestly feel like I haven't even had a moment to stop and think about the fact that I'm having surgery. At least not the pain part of it. Thankfully, I've been told that they have this surgery down to a science (no pun intended) and I will be up and walking the night of the surgery and I only have to stay one night in the hospital. I will keep you updated on how that goes, but until then here are few recent pics of my little nugget...
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| Finally made it in the pond! |
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| Waiting anxiously to go swimming. |
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| My first balloon!! (a police officer gave it to her at Sam's. He was smitten.) |
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| Crawlin' around on the floor |
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
the funk
Okey doke. It's been a while so I'm going to take a moment to make myself chronicle what is going on in our lives or I wont remember it one minute from now. I would like to add that I have the funk (I am writing this while I am sick) so I am not going to "exclimate" anything or sound super chipper.
The house: Weeeelllll, we have to be out of our house in about 21 days and we have yet to find one that we want to purchase. So, the hunt continues. If you live in North Augusta and have a super awesome house and want to sell it for way less than it's worth (because I have to feel like I got a deal) please feel free to put it on the market. No need to let me know, I will find it since I blindingly search through all of the realtors websites EVERY day. I think buying your second house is much harder than buying your first. This house we planned on only being here for 5 years tops, the next house will be at least 10 to 15 years or longer and you want to make sure you can live with it for that long...better yet, love it. The plan for now is to move in with the rents. Yep, I said it. We're moving in with my parents for now (which by the way, is not a terrible thing at all. Especially if you have ever eaten my mom's cooking) and then possibly living in Adam's mom's house for a while when she goes to visit Tommy in Florida. Hopefully by then we have found THE ONE. I'll keep you posted.
Pants: off the chain. She is straight up the cutest thing I have ever laid eyes on and she only gets cuter every day. I was finally able to catch her on video making her "ooooo" sound and I will post it on here sometime when I don't feel like death. But I'm telling you, when you see it you will melt. She amazes me all of the time with how much she picks up on and how quickly she learns. She is already starting to pull up on things. Yikes. And she is starting to get those legs crankin' for some crawlin'.
Cute little mommy story that I have to share. We were in the grocery store the other day and pants actually got to ride in the buggy instead of her infant carrier because she can sit up on her own now. She was so amazed the whole time looking at all of the things on the shelves and all of the people. As we walked down the isles she looked left and right the whole time saying "ooooo". As I was putting some 2 liter sodas into the buggy she got especially excited and kept reaching out trying to grab them. I put one in the buggy beside her and she sat there with her arm around it like it was her little buddy the rest of the trip. It was adorable. I know she really wanted to put the bottle in her mouth and slobber all over it but thankfully she was immediately sidetracked by the items on the shelf again. She can't fool me, I know her games.
Here are a couple of pics of the little angel:
The house: Weeeelllll, we have to be out of our house in about 21 days and we have yet to find one that we want to purchase. So, the hunt continues. If you live in North Augusta and have a super awesome house and want to sell it for way less than it's worth (because I have to feel like I got a deal) please feel free to put it on the market. No need to let me know, I will find it since I blindingly search through all of the realtors websites EVERY day. I think buying your second house is much harder than buying your first. This house we planned on only being here for 5 years tops, the next house will be at least 10 to 15 years or longer and you want to make sure you can live with it for that long...better yet, love it. The plan for now is to move in with the rents. Yep, I said it. We're moving in with my parents for now (which by the way, is not a terrible thing at all. Especially if you have ever eaten my mom's cooking) and then possibly living in Adam's mom's house for a while when she goes to visit Tommy in Florida. Hopefully by then we have found THE ONE. I'll keep you posted.
Pants: off the chain. She is straight up the cutest thing I have ever laid eyes on and she only gets cuter every day. I was finally able to catch her on video making her "ooooo" sound and I will post it on here sometime when I don't feel like death. But I'm telling you, when you see it you will melt. She amazes me all of the time with how much she picks up on and how quickly she learns. She is already starting to pull up on things. Yikes. And she is starting to get those legs crankin' for some crawlin'.
Cute little mommy story that I have to share. We were in the grocery store the other day and pants actually got to ride in the buggy instead of her infant carrier because she can sit up on her own now. She was so amazed the whole time looking at all of the things on the shelves and all of the people. As we walked down the isles she looked left and right the whole time saying "ooooo". As I was putting some 2 liter sodas into the buggy she got especially excited and kept reaching out trying to grab them. I put one in the buggy beside her and she sat there with her arm around it like it was her little buddy the rest of the trip. It was adorable. I know she really wanted to put the bottle in her mouth and slobber all over it but thankfully she was immediately sidetracked by the items on the shelf again. She can't fool me, I know her games.
Here are a couple of pics of the little angel:
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| First ride in the stroller without the infant carrier |
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| Little get up that Aunt CC gave me |
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| Max relaxin' |
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
pants and the next move
Where to begin???? Well, I can always begin with pants. She is growing up so fast! I know that is every mother's cliche line but really she is. Right before my very eyes she is constantly changing, learning new things and reaching new milestones. It really is hard to grasp sometimes. It's hard for your mind to keep up with how quickly she is adapting and changing.
Now is such a fun time. She is FINALLY starting to laugh and play games. Adam and I are very silly people so of course from the beginning we have been acting like total idiots in front of her trying to get some reaction. Until now, we were met with blank stares and sideways glances. Now we enjoy giggles and smiles:) It's even more funny when you can get her to "laugh" because it sound more like something off of Beavis and Butthead. I hate that show but it's the first thing that pops in my head when she laughs out loud. It sounds more like a low guttural growl but we're happy to have it!
My dad has been teaching her safety tips such as how to remove a pillow or sheet from her face in the case that she ever find herself in that situation (you have to know my dad, but this kind of activity is very intriguing and fun to him. He is very National Geographic meets Discovery Channel. I love it and I inherited this trait from him). He's been teaching her by making it a game and she smiles, laughs, and flails around eagerly the whole time. She's also learned to love the game peek-a-boo and watching us clap to songs (which we sing many and have made up many. Old McDonald has a lot of new animals on his farm that he used to not have.)
I absolutely adore going into her room in the mornings when she has woken up. She's in there kicking her legs wildly on the mattress and making her new vowel "oooooooo" and I'll say Addison? Where is Addison? Helllooooo? Can anybody find Addie? and then I walk to where she can see me and she has the BIGGEST grin on her face in anticipation. Usually she straightens her arms and legs out and says, "oooooooo" with eagerness. I absolutely cannot think of a better way to start my day. I am smiling before I even open her door.
Yesterday she went for her 6 month check-up. 17 pounds 10 ounces and 28 inches long!! She is in the 97th percentile for her height! She must be enjoying the homemade apple sauce and pear sauce I've been making her. Now we are going to start her on some veggies and then comes meat! We've been on the look out for some teeth but none so far. Her bottom gums have rounded out so they look like they are getting ready! She also got three shots and she was so brave. I am so glad that it looks like we are going to have a strong girl. She only cried on the third shot (which the nurse told us would burn pretty bad) and it was only for a minute. That's my girl!
In other news, we have sold our house!!!! Adam and I feel so blessed to have sold our house in three days of being on the market with the full asking price, especially in this economy. It's kind of an ironic story really. Adam bought the house we are living in about a year before we got engaged. Once we were married the reno began. We have completely renovated this house from top to bottom and we did it on a serious budget. It was only made possible by some great finds, a huge donation of free custom cabinets from a family member, and lots of blood, sweat, and tears. We have grown to enjoy our house the way that it is now but it is way too small to raise our family in.
We love going to open houses and seeing what is on the market and getting ideas for our house. We have been going to them for over four years so we have pretty much seen most of the houses that have been on the market in our area. We are always looking but have never been super serious about buying. Until the other day. About 2 weeks ago I went to an open house with Addie while Adam was at work. I didn't really want to go but I happened to be passing right by the house and decided to stop. I. fell. in. love. I wanted this house from the first time I saw it. I text Adam at work and told him about it and he was a little pessimistic. Our house isn't ready to put on the market, there's probably something wrong with it, we probably can't afford it if you love it so much (haha what does that say about me?), etc. I convinced him (lovingly of course) that I was dead serious about this house. In the four plus years that we've have been looking I have never found a house that had everything that I wanted in it that we could afford.
So, I called the Realtor that was showing the house and scheduled to see it with Adam the next day. He LOVED it! We were totally on the same page. Thankfully we had gotten pre-approved for a loan already so we made an offer that day contingent that our house sell also. The seller had 48 hours to respond. It was the most agonizing 48 hours. I started working to get our house ready to put on the market immediately. We hear from the realtor, The seller did not accept our offer because of the contingency. She wants someone who can close on the house with money in hand. BUMMER! But it doesn't stop me. I worked myself to death (heavily medicated with a slipped disc mind you) getting our house ready to put on the market. The realtor promises she will keep us up to date on what is going on with the house. Finally, with some help from Adam our house is ready for the market. We have two people see our house twice each with in the first 48 hours. On the third day we received the offer. The offer was for full price, the buyer offered to pay closing cost (almost unheard of), and he was forgoing asking for us to pay for a home warranty. You just don't get offers like this. We were pumped. Of course we accepted it. In the next breath our realtor informed us that the house that we both loved so much went under contract the night before. We were crushed. We wanted to celebrate and cry all at the same time. We got the deal of the century on our house all with the purpose of getting this house we loved so much and it was snatched up hours before we were able to put in another offer.
There still is a small glimmer of hope to this story but Adam and I are trying desperately not to put too much weight in it. The woman who is buying the house is military and has not received her orders yet so she may not be staying in the area. Long story short they close on this house in 8 days and if it doesn't go through then she has another five days to get her affairs in order. If she is unable to do that we have put in a back up offer. We will keep you updated. We know that God has a plan and if that isn't the house for us that the one that He has planned for us will be amazing. It still stings though and we are trying to keep ourselves busy packing and doing projects so as to not let it consume our thoughts. Pray for our next move!
Now is such a fun time. She is FINALLY starting to laugh and play games. Adam and I are very silly people so of course from the beginning we have been acting like total idiots in front of her trying to get some reaction. Until now, we were met with blank stares and sideways glances. Now we enjoy giggles and smiles:) It's even more funny when you can get her to "laugh" because it sound more like something off of Beavis and Butthead. I hate that show but it's the first thing that pops in my head when she laughs out loud. It sounds more like a low guttural growl but we're happy to have it!
My dad has been teaching her safety tips such as how to remove a pillow or sheet from her face in the case that she ever find herself in that situation (you have to know my dad, but this kind of activity is very intriguing and fun to him. He is very National Geographic meets Discovery Channel. I love it and I inherited this trait from him). He's been teaching her by making it a game and she smiles, laughs, and flails around eagerly the whole time. She's also learned to love the game peek-a-boo and watching us clap to songs (which we sing many and have made up many. Old McDonald has a lot of new animals on his farm that he used to not have.)
I absolutely adore going into her room in the mornings when she has woken up. She's in there kicking her legs wildly on the mattress and making her new vowel "oooooooo" and I'll say Addison? Where is Addison? Helllooooo? Can anybody find Addie? and then I walk to where she can see me and she has the BIGGEST grin on her face in anticipation. Usually she straightens her arms and legs out and says, "oooooooo" with eagerness. I absolutely cannot think of a better way to start my day. I am smiling before I even open her door.
Yesterday she went for her 6 month check-up. 17 pounds 10 ounces and 28 inches long!! She is in the 97th percentile for her height! She must be enjoying the homemade apple sauce and pear sauce I've been making her. Now we are going to start her on some veggies and then comes meat! We've been on the look out for some teeth but none so far. Her bottom gums have rounded out so they look like they are getting ready! She also got three shots and she was so brave. I am so glad that it looks like we are going to have a strong girl. She only cried on the third shot (which the nurse told us would burn pretty bad) and it was only for a minute. That's my girl!
In other news, we have sold our house!!!! Adam and I feel so blessed to have sold our house in three days of being on the market with the full asking price, especially in this economy. It's kind of an ironic story really. Adam bought the house we are living in about a year before we got engaged. Once we were married the reno began. We have completely renovated this house from top to bottom and we did it on a serious budget. It was only made possible by some great finds, a huge donation of free custom cabinets from a family member, and lots of blood, sweat, and tears. We have grown to enjoy our house the way that it is now but it is way too small to raise our family in.
We love going to open houses and seeing what is on the market and getting ideas for our house. We have been going to them for over four years so we have pretty much seen most of the houses that have been on the market in our area. We are always looking but have never been super serious about buying. Until the other day. About 2 weeks ago I went to an open house with Addie while Adam was at work. I didn't really want to go but I happened to be passing right by the house and decided to stop. I. fell. in. love. I wanted this house from the first time I saw it. I text Adam at work and told him about it and he was a little pessimistic. Our house isn't ready to put on the market, there's probably something wrong with it, we probably can't afford it if you love it so much (haha what does that say about me?), etc. I convinced him (lovingly of course) that I was dead serious about this house. In the four plus years that we've have been looking I have never found a house that had everything that I wanted in it that we could afford.
So, I called the Realtor that was showing the house and scheduled to see it with Adam the next day. He LOVED it! We were totally on the same page. Thankfully we had gotten pre-approved for a loan already so we made an offer that day contingent that our house sell also. The seller had 48 hours to respond. It was the most agonizing 48 hours. I started working to get our house ready to put on the market immediately. We hear from the realtor, The seller did not accept our offer because of the contingency. She wants someone who can close on the house with money in hand. BUMMER! But it doesn't stop me. I worked myself to death (heavily medicated with a slipped disc mind you) getting our house ready to put on the market. The realtor promises she will keep us up to date on what is going on with the house. Finally, with some help from Adam our house is ready for the market. We have two people see our house twice each with in the first 48 hours. On the third day we received the offer. The offer was for full price, the buyer offered to pay closing cost (almost unheard of), and he was forgoing asking for us to pay for a home warranty. You just don't get offers like this. We were pumped. Of course we accepted it. In the next breath our realtor informed us that the house that we both loved so much went under contract the night before. We were crushed. We wanted to celebrate and cry all at the same time. We got the deal of the century on our house all with the purpose of getting this house we loved so much and it was snatched up hours before we were able to put in another offer.
There still is a small glimmer of hope to this story but Adam and I are trying desperately not to put too much weight in it. The woman who is buying the house is military and has not received her orders yet so she may not be staying in the area. Long story short they close on this house in 8 days and if it doesn't go through then she has another five days to get her affairs in order. If she is unable to do that we have put in a back up offer. We will keep you updated. We know that God has a plan and if that isn't the house for us that the one that He has planned for us will be amazing. It still stings though and we are trying to keep ourselves busy packing and doing projects so as to not let it consume our thoughts. Pray for our next move!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
right on the money
I'm going to provide a little background before I get into this story. Adam and I have been super busy doing things around the house trying to get it ready to put on the market. This process takes a lot longer when you have a 6 month old, a slipped disc, and a husband who works a 12 hour rotating swing shift. But we're getting it done and we're hoping to put it on the market next week. With that being said we are right here at the end of all of these little projects and we're are on our last push to wrap everything up. We've been running around like maniacs desperate to be finished with this ordeal.
OK, so yesterday morning we rented a carpet cleaner from Lowe's at 10:40am. If you have ever done this before you know that it has to be back at the store the following day at 10:40am or they charge you for an extra day. Upon renting the carpet cleaner the Lowe's employee informed us that if it wasn't clean when we returned it they would charge a $15 fee. Of course, Addie doesn't wake up this morning until 9:30 (which, trust me, I'm not complaining about but it just happened to be a little bit of a bummer in the present situation). I jump up and start rushing around trying to feed her, get myself presentable, etc. Adam has already come home from working the night shift and gone to sleep, so I have no help getting this done. I feed little toot, who also happens to not be interested in eating her food this morning but more interested in trying to get the newspaper that is on the other side of the table. It's 10:25am and all I need to do is to rinse out the carpet cleaner with the hose outside, load up Addie, and run it back to Lowe's. I take Addie and the Bumbo and put it on the walkway outside. I wheel the carpet cleaner out there and go around to get the hose so that I can spray it down. I turn the water on and begin to walk back to the cleaner, pulling the hose to unwind it from the spool. Because I was in a hurry I thought it faster just to continue to yank the hose as opposed to taking a moment to unwind it at the spicket. I can hear that the water is on but no water is coming out yet. I give it one more big yank and I feel the water immediately start to shoot out the hose. I gasp, and a big thick heavy stream of water comes shooting out of the hose....and lands directly on Addie's forehead. I dropped the hose and ran over to her and started wiping the water off of her face asking her if she was ok. All she did was make the cutest little "o" with her lips (like, "whoa that was cold and what was that? Mommy, is that supposed to happen when I sit outside?") and blinked wildly at me. I can't imagine what was going through her head but she was a trooper! Poor angel. Thankfully, I did get the cleaner back to Lowe's in time. When we walked in Addie's hair was still wet from our incident. Oh, bless.
OK, so yesterday morning we rented a carpet cleaner from Lowe's at 10:40am. If you have ever done this before you know that it has to be back at the store the following day at 10:40am or they charge you for an extra day. Upon renting the carpet cleaner the Lowe's employee informed us that if it wasn't clean when we returned it they would charge a $15 fee. Of course, Addie doesn't wake up this morning until 9:30 (which, trust me, I'm not complaining about but it just happened to be a little bit of a bummer in the present situation). I jump up and start rushing around trying to feed her, get myself presentable, etc. Adam has already come home from working the night shift and gone to sleep, so I have no help getting this done. I feed little toot, who also happens to not be interested in eating her food this morning but more interested in trying to get the newspaper that is on the other side of the table. It's 10:25am and all I need to do is to rinse out the carpet cleaner with the hose outside, load up Addie, and run it back to Lowe's. I take Addie and the Bumbo and put it on the walkway outside. I wheel the carpet cleaner out there and go around to get the hose so that I can spray it down. I turn the water on and begin to walk back to the cleaner, pulling the hose to unwind it from the spool. Because I was in a hurry I thought it faster just to continue to yank the hose as opposed to taking a moment to unwind it at the spicket. I can hear that the water is on but no water is coming out yet. I give it one more big yank and I feel the water immediately start to shoot out the hose. I gasp, and a big thick heavy stream of water comes shooting out of the hose....and lands directly on Addie's forehead. I dropped the hose and ran over to her and started wiping the water off of her face asking her if she was ok. All she did was make the cutest little "o" with her lips (like, "whoa that was cold and what was that? Mommy, is that supposed to happen when I sit outside?") and blinked wildly at me. I can't imagine what was going through her head but she was a trooper! Poor angel. Thankfully, I did get the cleaner back to Lowe's in time. When we walked in Addie's hair was still wet from our incident. Oh, bless.
Monday, March 28, 2011
cry baby
It was on my mind that I hadn't blogged about Addison's birth story yet and I wanted to make sure that I did it soon because I don't want to forget one second of it. Well, after you read the story you might think that I would want to forget some parts of it but I would do it all over again in a second to have our beautiful daughter in our lives. Matter of fact, while we're on the subject of wanting to forget parts of the birth story, let me go ahead and throw in a disclaimer. If you are currently pregnant with your first child, you may not want to read this. However, every woman/mother goes through a different and unique experience during childbirth and my story will in no way reflect what your experience will be like. I can promise you this, it will be beautiful and you will never regret a moment of it.
My pregnancy with Addie wasn't the most enjoyable experience I have ever had. Some woman love being pregnant, I however, am not one of those women. Some say that they have never felt more beautiful in their lives, not me. Some say they had wonderful bursts of energy, that they went through a nesting phase where they had to clean the house from top to bottom, again...not me. For some people, and this is the group that I AM included in, if there is a difficult or more challenging way to have to experience something, that will be the path that they will go down. This has been a reoccurring theme in my life. I always get stuck with the worst room or bed at camps or away trips, I'll have severe allergic reactions to things while I am in remote locations with no medical help, all my friends get placed on one team and I am the only one left out on another, I get weird large growths on the roof of my mouth while in Thailand for three weeks with no parents and doctors using primitive tools to "fix" it while I'm sitting in a plastic lawn chair leaning up against a tree (this is no joke!). Ok, so you get the point. So why should pregnancy be any different?
The first trimester was packed full of morning sickness, food aversions, and feeling ridiculously tired. Moving on to the second trimester my doctor encouraged me that the morning sickness would go away, however it did not. By the third trimester we can throw in some pretty severe acid reflux and still morning sickness. This may be a bit much information for some of you to handle but there were only about 10 days out of my entire pregnancy where I did not literally vomit in the shower or sink every morning. I spent so much time doing this particular activity that I had actually convinced myself that it might actually help me in child birth. I thought that my abs would be so strong that it would help me when I had to push and that I would have a slight advantage. Well, that didn't happen.
The birthing plan: The plan was that I was going to have Addie naturally. Now, I know that some (really most) women cannot understand this wish but it was something that I wanted to do. For one, I wanted to feel like I had accomplished this without help. I wanted to know that I could do it. Also, I wanted to be able to feel the birth of my baby. I didn't want it to be a numb experience but rather I wanted the full feeling of having her.
Four weeks before my due date I go in for a check up. My doctor told me that my BP was high and that he wanted to see me again in four days. This was a Monday so he wanted to see my back on that Friday. Before we got to the doctor's office Adam and I had discussed me going on bed rest and I had decided that I was going to flat out beg my doctor to put me on it if I had to. I was about as miserable as you could get. When I got there of Friday he told me that I had gained 5 lbs in water weight and that my BP was going up. He asked us how we felt about having our baby on Monday. WHAT?? in three days?? SIGN ME UP!! This was the biggest answer to prayer. I wasn't getting what I wanted, I was getting MORE than what I wanted. Screw bed rest, let's get this over with. Now, that may sound a little "un-motherly" that I wanted my baby out for my own personal reasons, but until you have thrown up for 9 months straight you cannot say anything. And on the other side of the coin, great elation!!!! We have waited 9 long months for this angel to come and we get to have her early? amazing. I was practically jumping off of the table with joy while Adam sat in the chair stunned. In fact, the doctor had to ask him if he was OK with this decision because he wasn't sure by his reaction. Right away the doctor sent me down to triage to have some test run and to make for certain that it was going to be safe for Addie to come three weeks early. She was healthy as could be and already weighing around 7lbs. so they decided it was a go.
The whole weekend we were in a panic. There were things in the nursery that hadn't been finished and I wanted the house to be spic and span and etc etc etc, this list went on. You're mind goes a million miles a minute trying to make sure that everything is perfect for when your baby comes home. Because I was put on bed rest until Monday Adam was feeling the pressure. Thankfully, my parents came over and helped us finish up some loose ends, made us lunch and helped Adam check off all of his to-do's. Sunday felt like it creeped by. We were supposed to check in at 10:00pm on Sunday night. We took our time getting ready and right before we left my mother called to pray with us before we went in. It was a sweet moment that meant so much to both of us.
Once we got to the hospital it was go, go, go. They came in and gave me some medicine to help my cervix dilate, hooked me up to a million monitors and machines and gave me some sleeping pills so I could be well rested for the next days activities. I was told that I would be able to get up and take a shower and brush my teeth, brush my hair, you know, just kind of get ready. Well, that didn't happen. They came in and woke me up at 6:45am. Because I was going to be induced, my doctor and I decided it was best I not try and have Addie naturally as it is much more intense. The nurse comes in and asks me if I would like my epideral now or to wait until after my doctor comes in and breaks my water. I told her I had no clue and asked what she suggested. She told me she thought it best I wait until after my water was broken. Ok, sure. Umm, bad idea. In case you didn't know, it is very painful when they break your water. Why would she think that I would want to go through that without the medicine that numbs you from the waist down? I'm not sure. At this point there is a nurse change. I'm fairly certain that the ink hasn't dried on my new nurses' certification because she looks to be about 20. This I am not please about but I go with it. I shouldn't have. She pretty much doesn't have a clue the whole time and my doctor had to put her in check a few times.
At the nurse change they start my patosin (spelling?) which is the medicine that induces your labor. I tell the clueless nurse that I want my epidural and She calls for the anesthesiologist. Thirty minutes after starting the patosin I am having contractions about every 2 to 3 minutes. Yes, you read that correctly. At this point I start to get agitated that I still don't have my epidural. They do this everyday, can't they be a little better with the schedule of events? I got a little testy with my tween nurse and she assured me that he was on his way. Fifteen minutes later he shows up and gives me the epidural. Finally...relief.
We hung out in the room and chatted until about noon when I complained to the nurse that I was beginning to feel my contractions again and I wanted her to make sure there wasn't something wrong with the epidural. She comes over and gives me a few hits (it's kind of set up like a morphine drip) and walks away. I'm thinking, do you think I haven't already tried that??? So, I complain again and she says, "hmm, let me check you." Mind you, this is the first time she has checked me at all for progress. She says, "Oh my, you are ready to push. That's why you're feeling the pain." I begin to push....and push.....and push....and push some more. I end up pushing for two hours before my doctor says that we need to do a c-section because my birth canal is just too narrow and Addie wasn't turning the way that she needed to. Anesthesiologist comes back in (he was very prompt this time which was mildly irritating) and lowers me down and tells me he is going to get give a bit of a boost on the epidural. We go into the OR, they move me to the table, strap my arms down, put a curtain in front of my face and ask me if I can feel it when they pinch my stomach. I tell them yes, I can feel it. They asked in what way and I said, "Well, it feels like you're pinching my stomach." The anesthesiologist behind me cuts in and assures the doctor that he is good to go. UMMM???? Did you not just hear me say that I can feel them pinching? So yes, I could feel them cutting my stomach open. I didn't feel the pain but I felt the sensation. The best way that I can describe it is it is like when you cut your finger with a very sharp knife. You can feel the sensation of the cut but you don't necessarily feel the pain. My body reacted by convulsing on the table while I sat behind a curtain trying to remember the way it went down on all of those"Baby Stories" on TLC, because I'm pretty sure I don't remember convulsing. After the incision Adam and mom were allowed to come in. From this point it becomes more and more violent as they were trying to get Addie out, who was way down in my too small birth canal, and they only had a certain amount of time to do it in. There was a lot of the doctor applying pressure and a lot of me gasping for air. There was a time when I didn't think I could take it much longer, it was just so painful and traumatic. And then I heard it.
I heard my baby cry for the first time. It was the most magical moment I have ever experienced. Without even a thought my eyes welled up with tears. It was like God had been preparing me my whole life for this moment, the moment I would hear my child's voice for the first time. My heart is so full of love for Addison, it's indescribable. I would gladly go throw that pregnancy and that birthing experience and more pain if necessary to have this angel in my life. What a gift.
My pregnancy with Addie wasn't the most enjoyable experience I have ever had. Some woman love being pregnant, I however, am not one of those women. Some say that they have never felt more beautiful in their lives, not me. Some say they had wonderful bursts of energy, that they went through a nesting phase where they had to clean the house from top to bottom, again...not me. For some people, and this is the group that I AM included in, if there is a difficult or more challenging way to have to experience something, that will be the path that they will go down. This has been a reoccurring theme in my life. I always get stuck with the worst room or bed at camps or away trips, I'll have severe allergic reactions to things while I am in remote locations with no medical help, all my friends get placed on one team and I am the only one left out on another, I get weird large growths on the roof of my mouth while in Thailand for three weeks with no parents and doctors using primitive tools to "fix" it while I'm sitting in a plastic lawn chair leaning up against a tree (this is no joke!). Ok, so you get the point. So why should pregnancy be any different?
The first trimester was packed full of morning sickness, food aversions, and feeling ridiculously tired. Moving on to the second trimester my doctor encouraged me that the morning sickness would go away, however it did not. By the third trimester we can throw in some pretty severe acid reflux and still morning sickness. This may be a bit much information for some of you to handle but there were only about 10 days out of my entire pregnancy where I did not literally vomit in the shower or sink every morning. I spent so much time doing this particular activity that I had actually convinced myself that it might actually help me in child birth. I thought that my abs would be so strong that it would help me when I had to push and that I would have a slight advantage. Well, that didn't happen.
The birthing plan: The plan was that I was going to have Addie naturally. Now, I know that some (really most) women cannot understand this wish but it was something that I wanted to do. For one, I wanted to feel like I had accomplished this without help. I wanted to know that I could do it. Also, I wanted to be able to feel the birth of my baby. I didn't want it to be a numb experience but rather I wanted the full feeling of having her.
Four weeks before my due date I go in for a check up. My doctor told me that my BP was high and that he wanted to see me again in four days. This was a Monday so he wanted to see my back on that Friday. Before we got to the doctor's office Adam and I had discussed me going on bed rest and I had decided that I was going to flat out beg my doctor to put me on it if I had to. I was about as miserable as you could get. When I got there of Friday he told me that I had gained 5 lbs in water weight and that my BP was going up. He asked us how we felt about having our baby on Monday. WHAT?? in three days?? SIGN ME UP!! This was the biggest answer to prayer. I wasn't getting what I wanted, I was getting MORE than what I wanted. Screw bed rest, let's get this over with. Now, that may sound a little "un-motherly" that I wanted my baby out for my own personal reasons, but until you have thrown up for 9 months straight you cannot say anything. And on the other side of the coin, great elation!!!! We have waited 9 long months for this angel to come and we get to have her early? amazing. I was practically jumping off of the table with joy while Adam sat in the chair stunned. In fact, the doctor had to ask him if he was OK with this decision because he wasn't sure by his reaction. Right away the doctor sent me down to triage to have some test run and to make for certain that it was going to be safe for Addie to come three weeks early. She was healthy as could be and already weighing around 7lbs. so they decided it was a go.
The whole weekend we were in a panic. There were things in the nursery that hadn't been finished and I wanted the house to be spic and span and etc etc etc, this list went on. You're mind goes a million miles a minute trying to make sure that everything is perfect for when your baby comes home. Because I was put on bed rest until Monday Adam was feeling the pressure. Thankfully, my parents came over and helped us finish up some loose ends, made us lunch and helped Adam check off all of his to-do's. Sunday felt like it creeped by. We were supposed to check in at 10:00pm on Sunday night. We took our time getting ready and right before we left my mother called to pray with us before we went in. It was a sweet moment that meant so much to both of us.
Once we got to the hospital it was go, go, go. They came in and gave me some medicine to help my cervix dilate, hooked me up to a million monitors and machines and gave me some sleeping pills so I could be well rested for the next days activities. I was told that I would be able to get up and take a shower and brush my teeth, brush my hair, you know, just kind of get ready. Well, that didn't happen. They came in and woke me up at 6:45am. Because I was going to be induced, my doctor and I decided it was best I not try and have Addie naturally as it is much more intense. The nurse comes in and asks me if I would like my epideral now or to wait until after my doctor comes in and breaks my water. I told her I had no clue and asked what she suggested. She told me she thought it best I wait until after my water was broken. Ok, sure. Umm, bad idea. In case you didn't know, it is very painful when they break your water. Why would she think that I would want to go through that without the medicine that numbs you from the waist down? I'm not sure. At this point there is a nurse change. I'm fairly certain that the ink hasn't dried on my new nurses' certification because she looks to be about 20. This I am not please about but I go with it. I shouldn't have. She pretty much doesn't have a clue the whole time and my doctor had to put her in check a few times.
At the nurse change they start my patosin (spelling?) which is the medicine that induces your labor. I tell the clueless nurse that I want my epidural and She calls for the anesthesiologist. Thirty minutes after starting the patosin I am having contractions about every 2 to 3 minutes. Yes, you read that correctly. At this point I start to get agitated that I still don't have my epidural. They do this everyday, can't they be a little better with the schedule of events? I got a little testy with my tween nurse and she assured me that he was on his way. Fifteen minutes later he shows up and gives me the epidural. Finally...relief.
We hung out in the room and chatted until about noon when I complained to the nurse that I was beginning to feel my contractions again and I wanted her to make sure there wasn't something wrong with the epidural. She comes over and gives me a few hits (it's kind of set up like a morphine drip) and walks away. I'm thinking, do you think I haven't already tried that??? So, I complain again and she says, "hmm, let me check you." Mind you, this is the first time she has checked me at all for progress. She says, "Oh my, you are ready to push. That's why you're feeling the pain." I begin to push....and push.....and push....and push some more. I end up pushing for two hours before my doctor says that we need to do a c-section because my birth canal is just too narrow and Addie wasn't turning the way that she needed to. Anesthesiologist comes back in (he was very prompt this time which was mildly irritating) and lowers me down and tells me he is going to get give a bit of a boost on the epidural. We go into the OR, they move me to the table, strap my arms down, put a curtain in front of my face and ask me if I can feel it when they pinch my stomach. I tell them yes, I can feel it. They asked in what way and I said, "Well, it feels like you're pinching my stomach." The anesthesiologist behind me cuts in and assures the doctor that he is good to go. UMMM???? Did you not just hear me say that I can feel them pinching? So yes, I could feel them cutting my stomach open. I didn't feel the pain but I felt the sensation. The best way that I can describe it is it is like when you cut your finger with a very sharp knife. You can feel the sensation of the cut but you don't necessarily feel the pain. My body reacted by convulsing on the table while I sat behind a curtain trying to remember the way it went down on all of those"Baby Stories" on TLC, because I'm pretty sure I don't remember convulsing. After the incision Adam and mom were allowed to come in. From this point it becomes more and more violent as they were trying to get Addie out, who was way down in my too small birth canal, and they only had a certain amount of time to do it in. There was a lot of the doctor applying pressure and a lot of me gasping for air. There was a time when I didn't think I could take it much longer, it was just so painful and traumatic. And then I heard it.
I heard my baby cry for the first time. It was the most magical moment I have ever experienced. Without even a thought my eyes welled up with tears. It was like God had been preparing me my whole life for this moment, the moment I would hear my child's voice for the first time. My heart is so full of love for Addison, it's indescribable. I would gladly go throw that pregnancy and that birthing experience and more pain if necessary to have this angel in my life. What a gift.
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| If I look rough, it's because I felt pretty rough. It was very painful to hold her the first 4 or 5 days. |
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| Look how little! |
Friday, March 25, 2011
roly poly :)
You can assume that if someone lives in the south that they prefer warmer weather to cold, and that assumption proves to be true with me. I absolutely love this time of year. Things that make it awesome: for starters, mine and my husbands birthday's are in April, the weather is not too cold and not too hot, all of the pretty flowers are blooming and they smell wonderful, sweaters, jeans and boots are replaced with short sleeves, shorts and flops, the weather encourages impromptu outings such as picnics in the park, trips to the beach are in the near future, and all-in-all being outside is enjoyable again. A new favorite that I can add to my list this year, and I believe this one will go straight to the top, is that I absolutely, positively LOVE LOVE LOVE and cannot get enough of Addison's darling little baby legs. And now that it is warm outside, and thankfully she loves being outside, I get to dress her in little outfits where I have direct access to those precious little rolls all of the time. It's my favorite!
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| Getting ready for a walk at the park. I mean look at her, I want to eat her up!!! |
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| This shirt is a gift from Aunt KK that she purchased in South Africa |
Monday, March 14, 2011
my back is wack
I haven't been able to blog a lot lately because Adam and I have had a lot going on and, as you can tell by the title of this blog, my back is wack. Adam's dad has been in (and is still in) the hospital the last week or so due to some complications with his liver, so we have been spending time at the hospital when we can. I have had several appointments for my back which has been irritating me for about 5 months now. I went to my GP around Christmas time and he put me on a round of steroids and some mild pain killers, which did nothing. I decided to up the anti and head to the neurosurgeon that I have been to before. He put me on another round of steroids along with muscle relaxers and pain meds. The pain doesn't go away so we up the steroids to a stronger dose and continue with the muscle relaxers and pain meds. After about 2 months he schedules an MRI. The office where I am to get this MRI has a water leak and floods at literally the exact moment that I show up for my appointment. I have to wait a week and a half to get the MRI done so the neurosurgeon puts me on another round of steroids to hold me over until the MRI. I finally get the MRI and have to wait a week until they can get them developed, or whatever it is they do that takes so blastin' long. You would think with today's technology that we could get these things moving a little faster. Anyway, this past Friday I actually got to go back to see the neurosurgeon about the MRI and lo' and behold I have a slipped disc in my lower back. This is somewhat relieving and terrible all at the same time. Great that I finally know what is wrong with my back and that all of my complaining is now warranted ;) but terrible because now I have a slipped disc and that doesn't necessarily mean an easy fix. At this point the doc is trying to avoid surgery because I am young and the percentage of it reoccurring is 10% greater in someone my age. So, we are first going to try a series of epidural shots in my back. It is a 6 week process that includes some physical therapy where they hope that the disc will slip back into place on its own. If this doesn't work then we move to surgery. It is all a little overwhelming as I have to consider Addie in all of this too. Me going back and forth to the doctor's office each week along with the epidural shots is going to put me a little out of commission for a while. We are, of course, praying that these shots work and that I don't have to have surgery. Then I really would be out of commission. I just look forward to the time when I'm not in pain and I can play with Addie like I want to. And I know that God is sovereign and that He has a plan in all of this. So, with that being said the DeMine's have two prayer request today: heal my back and heal Adam's dad (Tommy).
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Way back when
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| Just working on her tan |
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| Ok, so this outfit is a little big, but she wears it so well:) |
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| Loves to have those hands by her head! She was just like this in all of the sonograms. |
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
eyes wide shut
Addison has a sleeping habit that I'm not sure is unique to her or if it is common in a lot of babies, but it can catch you off guard sometimes! When putting her down for naps or bedtime I started noticing that sometimes she wouldn't close her eyes all of the way. She would be fast asleep with little slits for eyes and you could see when she went into REM because her eyes would start to dance around. Weeks later she started to actually do this with her eye lids all of the way open but her eyeballs would not move she would just stare at one spot. I would get confused, thinking that she was waking up and I would try to console her and get her to go back down. It didn't take long for me to figure out that my consoling was actually waking her up! And finally, we have progressed to yet a new stage. This is the one that will catch you off guard if you aren't prepared. This has only happened at night while putting her in the crib but (and this is only on occasion) once her body hits the mattress her eyes will shoot open as if she has been startled awake and she will stare in one place (usually directly at you, which adds to the creepiness). The first time this happened I was concerned, I thought that something was wrong. So, I called her name and rubbed her head and she lazily blinked her eyes and woke up. Of course, then I realized that she was sleeping with her eyes open. Adam likens this stage to something out an exorcist movie or something. I guess it's the stone cold face with no expression and eyes popping wide open to stare you down, but I have to agree it is a little unnerving, but cute right? Cause it's my baby. Needless to say, I hope she grows out of this little quirk. I can't imagine how that would go over at a sleepover!
Clearly I can't capture this moment in a picture, one because it would wake her up and two because I'm too scared of what her reaction would be coming out of a deep sleep like that. She might go for my jugular or something (just kidding!). To remind you of how sweet and cute she is here is a picture of how I found her after she had woken up from her nap the other morning. She woke up once and I went in and she had the right leg unsnapped on her outfit, so I snapped it back and put her back down. She woke up again and this time when I went in her left leg was unsnapped. I laughed, snapped her back up and put her back down. The last time she woke up I went in and this is what I found. Crafty little one!
Clearly I can't capture this moment in a picture, one because it would wake her up and two because I'm too scared of what her reaction would be coming out of a deep sleep like that. She might go for my jugular or something (just kidding!). To remind you of how sweet and cute she is here is a picture of how I found her after she had woken up from her nap the other morning. She woke up once and I went in and she had the right leg unsnapped on her outfit, so I snapped it back and put her back down. She woke up again and this time when I went in her left leg was unsnapped. I laughed, snapped her back up and put her back down. The last time she woke up I went in and this is what I found. Crafty little one!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
the price you pay...
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| D as a pup |
It's about time that I mention my other baby, Delilah. She has been a part of mine and Adam's life for 5 years now and it seems like just yesterday when I bought her from a strange couple on the side of the road. To give you a little history, I had wanted a Great Dane for a very very long time and was never at the right place in my life to be able to get one. Or I should say, aside from living at my parents house (who wouldn't let me get a dog, and I don't blame them) I never resided in a place that would allow such a large dog to run and play. So, when Adam bought his house when we were dating, I thought "what a perfect opportunity!". Adam and I discussed this opportunity in length and he had firmly told me that he had no desire to get a dog at this point in time and that no meant no. Now, I know we were only dating but we were on the verge of engagement and we both knew that, but just to let me know how serious he was he told me that he would break up with me if I got a dog, especially a Great Dane!!! Can you believe the nerve??? As bull headed as I am, I didn't like someone telling me what I could or couldn't do. In my eyes, my parents had been telling me that I couldn't have a dog for forever and now that I was an adult with a stable job and this perfect place (albeit it wasn't technically mine) to have a dog that I had desperately wanted for so long, I saw no reason not to get one.
Needless to say, I was presented with this really random opportunity to buy a Great Dane and I couldn't pass it up. I was driving down the street and there was a couple with two Great Dane puppies tied up to a tree and a handmade sign that said "Great Danes- $300". I had been doing a lot of research and $300 was a great deal for a Dane with papers so, I couldn't pass her up. The two were sisters and they were the last of their litter. It was so hard to choose but I picked one and named her right there, Delilah. The name just came to me and it made it feel so meant to be. Adam, of course, had a heart attack. He thought I was lying when I told him on the phone that I had gotten a dog. But I naturally turned on the water works and he let me keep her. It's funny because now I think Adam loves her even more than I do and he actually wishes now that I had gotten both Delilah and her sister.
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| Loving on Adam while he drives |
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| giving Adam kisses |
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| That's my pretty girl |
That's his buddy and she has been the most wonderful dog you could ever ask for. She is very obedient (until recently with the addition of Addie, but I'll blog on that later), completely loyal, and only wants to please her masters and play all day. Couldn't have asked for a better dog. I love her to death, in fact writing this blog has made me a little teary. Crazy how you can get so attached to your animals. But what is the price you pay you ask??? Well, owning a large breed dog puts you in a special category and only other large breed dog owners can truly relate. You must be aware of all things in your house that she can get to, hit, knock over, slobber on, lay on, etc. I mean, you're practically talking about a human being with no manners being in your house all of the time.
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| She had just gotten her ears docked, that's why they're taped up |
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| Owning the bed |
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| Lounging on the boat |
Well, this morning Delilah was so excited to see me that she was doing her "wag your whole back end" tail wag and knocked over my vase....it's the price you pay, but it's worth it.
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