Funny things Daniel has said this week:
Archive for July, 2009
I know I shedded real bad after I had the boys, but that was nothing compared to how much hair I’ve lost since I had Bella. It’s gotten to where I might shower ever day, but I’m only washing my hair twice a week. Each time I wash it then brush I seem to lose handfuls of hair. I found a knot in my hair before bed last night, so I went to the bathroom to see how big it was. With the slightest pressure I used to pull it from the back of my hair to the front the whole entire knot fell out. I just sat down and cried.
I’ve never really cared about my hair. My idea of making my hair decent is pulling it up, not necessarily brushed either. But this is ridiculous! I feel like each morning I’m going to wake up and be bald, I’ve even started having nightmares about it.
Go figure, I went into labor the evening of my last blog post, where I was complaining about labor not progressing!
So here is the birth story of our beautiful princess, Willow Skye Oliver! We also have changed her middle name by adding an “e” at the end. DH wants it to be unique haha.
Tuesday the 21st I was a bit crampy on and off. Since I had been having contractions on and off for weeks, I didn’t think much of it. That evening I noticed that the cramps were coming in waves and not the regular randomness I was used to. Still I wasn’t going to get my hopes up; just 2 weeks ago I was in the hospital with contractions 3 minutes apart that didn’t lead to anything.
So Nathan, Dakota, and I go on our planned grocery shopping trip to Super Walmart around 7pm. By the time we got home it was 8:30 pm and at around 9pm the cramping had def turned into contractions that I felt a lot in my back and they were coming close together, some 2 minutes apart anywhere to 5 minutes apart. At 10:15pm I called the doctor and he said (more…)
I bought this for Violet on clearance before she was even born – I used Jacob’s growth pattern to figure out what size I should get for this winter….I didn’t take into count how differently girls grow and how different in body structure Violet would be in comparison to Jacob. I have learned the valuable lesson – DO NOT BUY AHEAD…no matter how cheap or cute it may seem!
I have to admit though; she does look pretty darn sweet in this outfit! I am hoping it looks a little less baggy i maybe January with some tights?
This girl just melts my heart!
I don’t go crazy buying myself stuff, I hate buying stuff for myself, I always feel there’s a better use for the money. But I go just a little wild when it comes to buying clothes for the kids. I can’t help it. I see all these cute clothes and I think “Oh, Bella would look darling in that,” or “Zach loves those kinds of shirts,” or “Ryan would look so handsome in that.” I mean once I start buying them clothes I can’t stop! I have a feeling it goes back to when I was younger. We never had any nice clothes, we always got hand-me-downs from our cousins, and with me and my brother being the youngest in the family (not including my half-brother and sister since there’s a 7 year gap between the brothers and a 9 year one between me and my sister) everything was really worn by the time it got to us. So, I just love buying the kids new, nice clothes. Shoot, they dress better and have a bigger wardrobe than John and I. I just spent $200 on fall/winter clothes for Bella, no one else, just her. And before the 30% discount it was $300! And seeing as how John banned me from buying her anything else (she has a closet full of summer clothes she still doesn’t quite fit…) I have a feeling this might cause some issues. But she has no fall/winter clothes, so really this was a needed purchase…
I said last year that I was so looking forward to the time that Danny got to Eric’s level of speech. That’s a slippery slope, because I love it all. I loved the first words stage. I loved the starting to put 2 words together stage. And the whole sentences stage Eric’s at now? Love it.
How can I not? A few of the beauties he’s come up with lately:
“Oh, it’s great! It’s beautiful! It’s cool! It’s good! I love it!”
The “beautiful” thing.
“Here, Mommy! I found this! Put it in your nose!”
“We don’t eat the (more…)
Sitting up and nursing.
The time that I have been dreading since taking my baby home from the hospital is here: top teeth. I used to always tell people when they asked how long I would breastfeed for that when he got teeth, we were done. The first time I considered this wouldn’t be the case was after I talked to my lactation consultant. She assured me that not all babies bite, and if they do, there are (more…)
My husband just came downstairs after changing the baby’s diaper.
“You are not going to believe what is in this dipe,” he said, thrusting it at me.
My mind raced with possibilities, none of them particularly palatable, and I shrunk away from my husband’s offering.
He opened it up and presented it to me ceremoniously, a wide grin (more…)
Since I’m writing about my good experiences in making home made puree’s for Violet I thought I’d also share some of the down falls or slip ups along the way. I wanted to make a carrot puree tonight because I had a 2 pound bag of organic carrots that I had gotten for an awesome price and quite frankly the most exciting part of making the purees is how much money it is saving us. I pulled out the bag of carrots, peeled, chopped, and washed them all in preparation for being steamed on the stove…..they looked so yummy and they tasted like the best carrots as ever so says my three year old! I plopped our steamer tray into a large pot that had just enough water to touch the steam tray and then poured the carrots inside, turned on the stove and threw a lid on the carrots.
Ahhh the carrots were cooking perfectly – I could smell them and while I’m not a cooked carrots fan myself I could tell that they were in fact cooking. Now, I love That Daddy Guy a TON and he often has a lot of good advice so when he wandered into the kitchen and told me that too much steam was escaping from my pot to (more…)
than a little boy bringing flowers to his mama? I don’t think there is. Well, except for this. I have this God-awful bush of Black Eyed Susans in my back yard. I hate them and want to kill them, but am too lazy to actually do it. So everyday, my sweet little boy goes outside to play, he comes back in with a handful of the sweetest flowers I have ever received and says “I picked these for you, mom.” These are of course, the same God-awful Black Eyed Susans that I detest. So after a few minutes of sitting in the house, he’ll see them lying limply on my desk and and he’ll say “did your flowers die mom?” I sadly tell him that yes, they did die and we’ll throw then in the trash. He’ll say (more…)