I miss blogging.

And I also know nothing lasts forever, so I’m trying to remember that my new baby is only 6 weeks old and the fact that I can’t nail down tons of time each day to blog is really ok.  But I do miss it.  I miss being able to put my thoughts down, to work out what’s on my mind.  Honestly though, there really hasn’t been any new developments as of late, but I’ve got some great pictures I need to share!

Baby C continues to be a generally happy and easy baby.  I can now see why people think babies are adorable, tiny little packages of squishy fun.  She sleeps pretty well, and has lately been stretching her feedings out to around 4 hour stretches.  When she does eat, it’s usually for about 15-20 minutes.  We’ll have the occasional 45 minute nursing session, but they’re so rare I don’t complain.  She’s SOOOOO different from  A.  I was still a wreck at this point with A and right now I’m sitting in bed on Hubs’ laptop while Baby C kicks around happily talking to herself and me in the pack-n-play next to me.  She makes it seem so easy.  Seriously.

A is taking a very rare after preschool nap right now.  She fell asleep on the way home and I just stuck her in bed; I try not to let her nap this late in the day but she’s staying the night with her grandparents so I don’t have to put her to bed tonight.  Hehe.

My 6 week post-partum check-up is tomorrow which means I’ll (almost) be officially done with this pregnancy.  Aside from an appt. to have my IUD put in and a follow-up from that, I should be in the clear for at least another year.  I’m thrilled.  I’ve had enough of my OB’s office for a while.  Not that I don’t love her and her staff, but between the twins and trying to get C here safely, I’ve spent a crazy amount of time in her office.  It will feel great to be “free” so to speak.  6 weeks post-partum also means I’ll be cleared for exercise, so, I suppose I should come up with something along those lines.  I assume I’ll run.  It’s free, and can fit into my schedule whenever.  We canceled our gym membership long ago since neither of us really used it and now isn’t the time to be taking on additional expenses.  Pregnancy is nice to me…I don’t gain much weight.  Breastfeeding is even nicer to me, as I drop a lot of weight quickly.  In order to keep it off though I either have to give up the booze (NOT HAPPENING) or exercise.  So, exercise it will be.  Eventually.  Maybe.  Probably.  The Hubs is thrilled for my 6 week check-up for, er, other reasons.  Because we have all this spare, alone time these days…

The Hubs celebrated his 31st birthday this weekend.  He wanted to spend the day in College Station as the football team was having their annual, open-to-the-public scrimmage.  I thought it sounded crazy, but agreed and we had a great time.  Both girls were great, A had a wonderful time at the game and running on the field afterwards and C was a super baby.  We also decided, for sure, that Hubs is quitting his job to try his side business on a full-time basis.  Right now, for insurance purposes, we’re planning for him to turn in his resignation on June 1, which also happens to be our 10 year anniversary.  Happy anniversary to us.  This whole decision is a huge step of faith (think the Indiana Jones movie where he steps out over the cliff only to set foot on a bridge that wasn’t visible) but I think think it’s the right one.  Please, oh please, let there be a bridge.  Just having him home, not traveling, will be awesome.  And I’m so proud of him and so glad that we have the opportunity for him to try this.  I’m really hoping we’re headed down the road we’re supposed to be on.  In order to stretch our savings as far as it will go, it will mean a change in life style (not that we currently live a super glamorous life or anything) for a temporary period, which has me a little wigged out, but oh well.  I’m really hoping it proves to be worth the sacrifice.

I promise to try to blog more regularly.  And I promise to be back soon with some new pictures to share!

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Thanksgiving Pics

So, Thanksgiving is long past and we’re all in full-on Christmas mode, right?  Sorry these pics are a little late, but hey, what do you want from me?  I promised to share a few of the frustrations from our Thanksgiving…here ya go.  Let’s start with the fact that staying with family ranks about the same as a root canal in terms of what I would choose to do with my time.  I MUCH prefer a hotel.  But that’s not an option, no way.  Not with Hubs’ grandma.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love the woman dearly.  She was the first to love me and accept me into the family and has always been consistent in her treatment towards me.  I just like things a certain way and it’s really hard for me to stay in someone else’s home; especially while traveling with A.  The first thing we notice upon our arrival is her procurement of 2 goldfish that she has so smartly set up on the coffee table.  Those fish were dead where they swam, and we told her so.  We spent the majority of the time we were at her house telling A not to touch the fish.  Sigh.  Eye roll.  My child is pretty good about not getting into stuff, but you can’t put a fish bowl on the coffee table and expect a 2 year-old to leave it alone.  Especially when it’s the first thing you show her when she walks in the door and tell her she can feed the fish while she’s there.  Her house has 3 bedrooms, she and her “friend” occupy one.  That left a room with a twin bed and a room with a double bed.  Ideally we would have put A in the twin bed and Hubs and I would have slept in the double, but there was no way A was sleeping by herself in a weird, unfamiliar setting so Hubs took the twin bed and A and I took the double.  No one, and I mean NO ONE slept well.  Mostly thanks to the obnoxiously loud grandfather wall clock that chimes every hour and half hour and resonates off the walls throughout the entire house.  Also a big thanks to the neighbors 2 doors down that have an effing chicken farm in their backyard.  Roosters crow NON-STOP at all hours of the night; single-pane windows people…the outside noise TRAVELS.  I was honestly surprised Hubs didn’t kill them all and cook them up for lunch.  That was Wednesday night.  How about Thursday?  Thanksgiving day…and the massive spread of food we begged not to have.  You see, Hubs, myself and the sister-in-law were planning to spend the afternoon tailgating and begged not to have a huge lunch.  Sucks to be us apparently.  A kept hearing a big, silent screw-you as each new dish appeared.  My favorite part (insert sarcasm here) was when Grandma actually asked Hubs and I if we wanted sweet potatoes or mashed potatoes.  Um, neither?  I thought you got this memo.

How about lunch when all the family is gathered around the table including my father-in-law, Grandma’s “friend” and his niece when my mother-in-law decides to have the conversation with me about how I refer to my female anatomy with A.  Walter. Tango. Foxtrot.  Modest I am not, and I’m not afraid to have this conversation, but I prefer to discuss my breasts and vagina (yes, both these words were used…at length) when I’m NOT in the presence of the majority of people at the table.  It’s hard to shock me…but I have to admit, I was shocked at that conversation; I heard tires screeching to a stop, or perhaps a record scratching to a stop…I can’t remember.  Dumbfounded is a good word.

How about Thursday night, when Hubs’ parents also stayed the night at Grandma’s house?  That equals 7 people, 3 bedrooms and 1 (very small) bathroom…it also equals 1 person that doesn’t understand the concept of air freshener when they lay a deuce in the (very small) bathroom.  We were tripping over each other, especially the next morning when we were all trying to get the hell out of town ASAP.  I found Hubs in the twin bed on Friday morning.  He’d gone from the double with A and I, to the air mattress in the living room and ended up in the twin.  He couldn’t get out of bed fast enough once I told him A was up so we could pack up and bail.  If you didn’t read my earlier post, A woke up Friday morning about 3am begging to go home.  We were halfway tempted to oblige.  Ok, more that halfway, but whatevs.

The trip wasn’t all bad though.  Wednesday was awesome as we took A around campus and we had a blast with her at the tailgate.  She has an A&M book about campus so we took the book with us and visited several of the spots illustrated in the book.  Here are a few of the pics we got while we were gone.  Enjoy everyone, and I hope your Thanksgiving was as memory-laden as my own!

Here’s the clock tower:
clock tower

And the Academic Building:
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We’re a school deeply rooted in military tradition.  Flags are everywhere, and they are taken down (properly) each evening and put up (properly) each morning by members of the Corps of Cadets.
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A and Hubs headed to the Century Tree.  This pic is blurry, but I still love it.  Some day she’ll visit the Century Tree with some other man, today though, she was with her daddy.  Sigh…tear…
century tree 1

This beautiful tree is in the center of campus and MANY a couple have been engaged under this tree…right here on this bench.  It’s another beautiful tradition in Aggieland.  In fact, there was a proposal going on that day just before we arrived.  It’s a normal occurrence to see a man on 1 knee while his soon-to-be fiance is seated on the bench.  My favorite are the Corps boys, fully dressed, proposing.  I’m a sucker for a uniform.  If I was to ever get re-engaged to Hubs, it would be under this tree; I’d even say yes. 😉
century tree 2

Like my new lens? 🙂
leaves

I was quite the sight getting this shot, being pregnant and all.  Hubs and sis-in-law were kind enough not to laugh at me.  At least, not loud enough for me to hear.
flag pole

A had a BLAST tailgating.  She and Hubs and sis-in-law ran around non-stop for about 2 hours:
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This was my view during the tailgate.  Nice 🙂
my view

24 Weeks

Ahhh, home sweet home.  There really just isn’t anything quite like coming home.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy traveling.  To nice places.  With my husband…sometimes my kiddo.  Traveling to someplace that caters to me, makes my bed every day, picks up my messes and basically demands I do nothing but relax and enjoy.  I think we all know holiday travel meets none of the former criteria.

We’ve made it home safe and sound after a whirl-wind trip to College Station for Thanksgiving and for the football game.  We had a fine time, I especially enjoyed Wednesday.  Hubs was nice enough to run me by the local camera shop and I was able to purchase a brand new 50mm/f1.8 lens to use while we were gone.  I had originally intended to purchase the 50mm/f1.4 but I HADN’T originally intended to drop my camera forcing me into replacing my kit lens.  So, I opted for the lens that was still a major improvement but about $300 cheaper than my original intention.  My next purchase will be made soon, I just don’t know when.  Also, I’ll be replacing my camera body when (WARNING:  Following words may be offensive to some) I can budget (AHHHH!) and save-up (GASP!) for the pricey piece of equipment.  Anyways, we finally headed out-of-town around noon (our goal was 10ish…eye roll) and once we made it into town, had a ball.  Purchased some new Aggie swag (because we can never have enough), took a little tour around campus, watched little A run and have the time of her life around said campus and she was a trooper and even stuck it out for Yell Practice.  She even got to pet Reveille.  I got it on video; she doesn’t realize it now, but that’s a very special thing.  I ended up sleeping with A while Hubs slept in the twin bed in another room.  I hate, hate, hate finally being in the same city as my husband and not sharing a bed with him.  BUT, I felt awful asking A to spend the night alone in a strange place.  I knew she’d be scared.  I slept ok until about 4am when she started squirming around.  Thanksgiving Day proved to be the chaotic and frantic day I predicted it would be…lots of stories I will share with you shortly.  I’m sure you all have stories of your own.  Thursday night was a late one for Hubs and I and when the 2 of us finally crawled into bed with A, we were absolutely beat.  Needless to say, 3 people in a double bed didn’t work very well.  I finally kicked Hubs out around 3am so at least he could get some zzzzzz’s.  I don’t think it happened thanks to his grandmother that insists on rising at 4am and the neighbors roosters, but I digress…Around 3am my child woke up crying and BEGGING to go home.  Cue heartbreak.  She was awake, and so was I, for a few hours.  We hauled butt out of there as soon as we could this morning.  Pulled into our driveway about 1pm, had A in bed for a nap around 1:30 and Hubs and I also crashed for a few hours.  I actually JUST NOW took that shower I’ve been needing since last night.  The Christmas decorations we were going to get started on today are waiting until tomorrow.  I’m absolutely beat, and my body aches thanks to the massive amounts of walking I’ve done over the past few days.  Also, I wanted to take A to a parade tonight but I just couldn’t muster the energy…and the other 2 members of my family seemed more than ok with it but I’m still slightly bummed to have missed it.  So, all in all, a good time was had, but I am so very thankful to be home.  The dogs are happy to be home too.  They stayed with the vet and all 3 of them are absolutely passed out right now.  In fact, I don’t even know where Maggie is, I haven’t seen her since she got home.  They always come home tired…I don’t think they sleep well away from home either.

In other news, today is 24 weeks, which means that if Earl(ette) had to be delivered, she has a chance of survival outside the womb.  Things look much more promising in terms of her survival each week that passes, but there is a slight, and I mean very slight comfort in knowing that she has a chance.  24 weeks also means I have a self-imposed ban on travel until after her safe arrival.  We’re lucky enough to live in an area with several Level 3 NICU’s and I don’t plan to be more than about 10 minutes away from one until after she’s born.  I’m sure that gets me a few eye rolls but, eh, I don’t really care.

So, I promise to be back to play out the hilarious and unbelievable details of our Thanksgiving holiday.  In the meantime, I’m going to plant myself on the couch and watch some mindless tv.  A good night’s sleep is in order for all the decorating that has to take place tomorrow and Sunday.  I’ll leave you with my 24-week self-portrait taken yesterday.  I’m not actually as large as I appear in this photo, but I thought it was cute none-the-less.

24 week belly shot

Per the Hubs

So, the Hubs is out of town and suggested to me earlier that I needed to put up a post to give him something to do between presentations today.  I might suggest to him that since I don’t believe he actually reads my blog, ever, that he start a few months ago and read through all the wonderful things I’ve recently had to say.  Hrumph.  Maybe he’d even have a thought about it, or I don’t know, perhaps a comment to leave!

It’s been an interesting couple of days.  My morning all-day sickness, which I thought was on its way out-of-town, has decided to return and stay a while.  Ugh.  I’ve been feeling less and less like myself and even less like a woman who is supposed to be teaching her little girl how to be a lady and is supposed to be at least trying to entice her husband and not scaring him away.  Instead, I mope around, curse having to get dressed, dread showering (it’s just so much work) and have to force myself to eat.  I know it’s not permanent, I’ve been here before, but it’s still rough.  My mother-in-law offered to pick up A from preschool today and keep her through dinner.  It basically gave me the whole day off, which was great because first thing this morning one of the dogs brought me a dead rat.  Lovely.  It’s cold here today (okay fine, cold for us, I’m wearing jeans and a cardigan!) and rainy.  It would be the PERFECT day for that Pumpkin Spice Latte I’ve been wanting.  But then again, the thought of said Pumpkin Spice Latte makes me kind of feel like hurling so I’ve decided to save myself the 5 bucks…for now.  Why in the world does one thing sound both appealing and repulsive at the same time?  I treated myself, well, Hubs treated me to a mani/pedi/eyebrow wax this morning.  I’ve been feeling rather gorrila-ish these days (see above) and I thought it might help me feel pretty.  It worked a little bit and my feet no longer resemble those of a Hobbit.  I still need that bikini wax and I think I’ll get a facial while I’m there because my waxing lady also does facials and massages.  And I figure, why the hell not?

I often find myself feeling rushed to complete chores when A is around.  That’s probably because I never actually get the opportunity to complete chores when A is around.  So I took some time today to clean her bathroom (her tub was filthy) and clean her room.  I’ve done some laundry and even put away the 36 rolls of toilet paper I bought from Costco 2 weeks ago that have been collecting dust bunnies in my entry way.  Not because I was feeling particularly motivated, but because I was officially out of tp in both bathrooms and I just couldn’t bring myself to tear into the package for 1 roll and leave the rest sitting there.  I thought about it.  I really did.  No word yet on when the 10 boxes of Kleenex will find their way home.  I’m also considering mopping my floors and making my bed.  These are lofty goals.  I’ve also been able to run the most obscure errands today.  I normally don’t mind A tagging along, but these errands today would require me to be out of the car for less than 5 minutes and to drag her in and out of stores for that is just insane.  For example: Tom Thumb to get the tags for my car renewed, Staples for a replacement toner cartridge, Babies R Us for kids’ hangars, eye doctor to get my glasses adjusted.  All things that needed to be done, all MUCH easier without a toddler in tow.  I miss A like crazy on days like today, but I know it’s good for me and good for her.  It’s just so hard to go from spending almost every waking minute with her to having her gone all day when I don’t really have an agenda.

You may remember that we took A to San Antonio a few weekends ago to visit Sea World.  We’d taken her back in April and when we bought our tickets we ended up buying passes that would get us into the park through the end of the year.  She had so much fun that we decided we should take advantage of those passes and do another trip.  We had fun, but I don’t think we had as much fun as the first time.  A wasn’t quite as interested in sitting through the shows this time and, well, that’s pretty much all Sea World is.  She still had fun feeding the sea lions and dolphins and was ecstatic to visit the aquarium and look at the fish, sharks and sting rays, but I think the novelty had worn off.  She’s also still VERY MUCH in need of a daily nap, and that’s hard to do in a stroller; she’s never been good about sleeping on the go.  Day 1 wasn’t too bad, but she was exhausted by Day 2.  We asked her at the beginning of Day 2 if she wanted to go see the Shamu show.  She said no.  Very clearly I might add…she wanted to go to the water park and told us so.  But we thought we knew better and went to the Shamu show anyways.  We ended up leaving half-way through the show because she just wasn’t interested and wouldn’t sit still.  She ended up falling asleep in her stroller as we were making our way back to the car and slept for over an hour while the Hubs and I ate lunch (in the car, for those of you thinking of reporting us to CPS).  Once she was awake we went back the park and she played, happily, in the water park for a few hours.  She even rode the carousel and her first roller coaster!  She wasn’t tall enough for the roller coaster last time, but she really enjoyed it this time and still talks about it.  It wasn’t the best trip we’ve ever had with her and if we were using this experience as a trial run to see if we’re ready for Disney, the answer is no.  Not even close.  It’s just too much for a little one that still needs sleep in the middle of the day.  She was beyond exhausted on the trip home and was literally bouncing off the walls when we stopped for lunch in Temple.  I thought I was going to come unglued and the usually endlessly patient Hubs had all he could take.  We made it home, thankfully, but it was a rough afternoon/evening.  Hubs left the house around 7 that night for Denver.  It’s a crazy life we lead around her.

The worst part about the trip was that no one, and I mean NO ONE could seem to get my food order correct.  REALLY frustrating for a pg woman.  And I wasn’t even expecting anything special…just what they said the dish was supposed to be on the menu!  To top it off, I really feel like the general population in San Antonio is just dumb.  I don’t know what it is about that place but everyone we interacted with during our stay there just seemed plain dumb.  I’m generally a nice person and assume maybe someone is just having an off day, but geez…it was mind-boggling.  I kind of felt like we’d stepped into an alternate universe.  Not one of my favorite cities in Texas.  My sister-in-law was kind enough to house/dog sit while we were gone.  Saved us a ton of money not having to board the 3 beasts.  They welcomed us home by invading my purse, eating 2 packs of gum and my travel container of Tums.  Don’t they realize I’m pregnant!  I think it’s just down-right mean to take Tums from a pregnant lady.  And if that doesn’t make you chuckle, how about the fact that Cosmo is scheduled for some dental work (teeth cleaning, growth removal, possible tooth extraction) in October and last night I discovered he’d taken the estimate from the vet off the desk and chewed it up.  I think he might be trying to tell us something.

Here are a few pictures from our trip…mostly from the water park.  Enjoy! 🙂

WM Seaworld 2011 4

WM Seaworld 2011 3

My whole life, in a picture.

WM Seaworld 2011 2

WM Seaworld 2011 1

This is probably one of my favorite shots that I've ever taken. I don't know what makes me love it so much.

Gone Fishin’

Well, not really. Turns out, the management at Sea World frowns upon fishing in any of their tanks. Killjoys.

We’ll be back in a few days!

Sidebar: I hopped in the shower and realized I had more to say. Did anyone catch that Michigan/Notre Dame game last night? My tired, exhausted, pregnant butt gave it up in the 3rd quarter and went to bed. I thought I was watching BYU beat the snot out of the t-sips down in Austin, but that game soooooooo didn’t go my way. The fact I missed the Michigan game marks the 2nd thriller I’ve missed this season. I also missed the TCU/Baylor thriller a few weeks ago. And I call myself a college football fan. I’m ashamed. Truly, I am. In other news, yesterday the Hubs jokingly asked me if I was naming this kiddo Earl if it was a boy. The truth is, we haven’t even discussed boy names because our first-born son was named before I even wanted kids. I came across (made up?) a name years ago that I’ve never heard used. I’ve never uttered it to anyone in hopes that someday I would be able to use it. Going forward though, I think Earl is a PERFECT nickname for this kiddo.

Home Sweet Home

Ahhh, it’s always so nice to come home….

We’re gone, a lot. Especially the Hubs, since he travels for work. But as a family, we just spend a lot of time away from home. We live in the great state of Texas, so we spend most of our time traveling around the state. We just returned from an extended 4th of July weekend in the Hill Country. My in-laws have a place there. It’s a nice place. It’s a small place. And there were 5 adults and 1 two-year old. With all her stuff. And all our stuff. And one bathroom. Did I mention it was small? Like, 600 square feet small….

Let’s back up a moment and re-visit the part where I spent a long weekend in 600 square feet with my in-laws and one bathroom. Now, my in-laws are very dear to me. They’ve accepted me, treat me like one of their own and they adore my child. But things haven’t always been on the up and up. I’ve been around since I was 16 and my now husband’s parents suggested on more than one occasion that he see other people. It’s left me with a feeling of inadequacy for years. At 30, I can almost understand what they were suggesting; at 16? Not so much. It’s been a long road to where our relationship is currently at, but I’m happy with the progress. Ok, back to the weekend. So we met my in-laws at the Barn as they call it. It’s not a barn…kind of shaped like one but more like a simple cabin in the middle of the Fredericksburg woods. It’s got a tiny kitchen/living room. One bedroom, one bathroom, a massive garage, large front porch and a recently built-out bedroom upstairs done entirely in recycled barn wood. (It’s such a cool space. Except in the summer. It’s not cool. It’s sweltering.) And concrete floors. Now, my in-laws plan to retire to Fredericksburg one day (we think) and will eventually build a large home on their property. For now, the Barn is a weekend getaway. Which works splendidly, when you have far less than 5 adults and 1 toddler. The place is immaculate…even though it’s just supposed to be the Barn, concrete floors and all. I just felt so uncomfortable all weekend. I mean, we show up with a ton of stuff since we had our toddler away from home for 4 days and it looked like our house threw up in their 600 square feet of clean perfection. Every time I turned around, either my mother-in-law or father-in-law was cleaning something. I couldn’t put a cup down on the counter and walk away without it being moved to a less conspicuous spot or dumped, washed and put away! My father-in-law actually apologized that A might get dirty playing on the porch since he hadn’t scrubbed it. “You scrub the porch?” my husband asked in disbelief. “Yes” he replied and then went on to tell us why, how, how often… I would share it with you, but I stopped listening. It wasn’t awful by any means, but spending that much time, with that many people in that small of a space comes complete with its challenges.

We had a good time away from the Barn for sure. We attended the 4th of July parade in town and A thought it was the coolest thing. I love watching my child enjoy life and experience new things. It makes my heart happy. The town square has an awesome playground that we went to twice. Such a neat playground. We also made a trek out to one of the many wineries located in Fburg. We love Toerra di Pietra, they typically have live music and we either do a few tastings or grab a glass and enjoy the band. No music this time though, we went on the wrong day. We were able to pick up a few bottles of Classico and a few bottles of Dirty Girl. This makes me happy. Very happy. The Hubs, sis-in-law and myself spent several hours in Luckenbach on Sunday afternoon while A logged a 4 hour nap. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than a cold beer, good music and family. We ended the trip with a little walking on Main Street where A got to pick out a dinosaur cookie and a few new toys at one of the specialty toy stores. All in all a nice weekend. She even did really great during the 5 hour ride there and back home.

So we’re back home, for a while at least. After all, football season is right around the corner! And A is apparently going to back to Sea World very soon, so I suppose we should pick a long weekend, her father should take off work, we should find a hotel and go to Sea World with her.