Monday, August 31, 2009
It finally happened...
Annabelle said momma! She started Saturday and now says it way more than she says dah dah :)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
37 Weeks!
Took forever to get one tooth but no we are working on four!! Annie has been the best baby through her entire 8 1/2 months and teething is no exception. She gets a little fussy and runs a slight temperature but overall she is having no trouble at all. Motrin/Tylenol doesn't seem to really do anything for her, but I don't like to give it to her a lot. She has been so healthy, I am so proud of her. She tries to talk to the cats, so we are in full sign language mode with her. So far she hasn't picked it up. She does however know to wave hello now! She will wave bye but until yesterday had never waved hello. I walked in the sitters and she started waving at me and smiling her big ole smile. She is so precious. The past weekend we had a trip to the lake. I don't like lakes, never have but as I'm older I am okay with them. It was actually a pleasant time. We fished but the only person to catch anything was Jason so of course he rubbed that in our faces. Neither my sister nor myself even got a bite! Our army crawl may finally be turning into the "correct" crawl. She is working on trying to pull herself up from crawling in the middle of the floor without anything to hold on too. A couple days ago she pulled herself up to talk to Scottie and couldn't get down so she fell. She actually slid across the floor and across the peanut butter container she loves to carry around. (its not the same size as a normal pb container, its small and rounder) She cried for a bit but was okay. When I stopped holding her she walked (holding on to the couch) right back to the place she had been. Her hair is coming in more and more and it was blonde this morning. This evening it will probably be brown or reddish. It changes depending on the light and time of day but its finally coming in. She is so sweet and precious. She is so much fun to play with and watch.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
36 Weeks!
We have teeth! It only took eight months but they have finally broke the skin and they are SHARP! Fortunately she has not been a biter, I dread that day when she is nursing and she decides to bite me. I may never happen, I have been bf for over 8 months now and my goal is a year. I think we will be able to get to that no problem, if we go past that great and if she decides its not for her anymore that will be great as well. I am leaving it all up to Annabelle, we have never put her on any type of schedule, she has always led the way and she will continue to lead the way. With her teeth coming in "late" it seems she is having a pretty easy time getting them. The old wives tale says that the later they come in the stronger they will be. I hope that is true, neither me nor Jason have great teeth (but we do have a great dentist!).
Keeping up with speed demon is getting to be a job and a half. Always going where she isn't supposed to, pulling herself up everywhere, hitting her head on her daddys watch on the door and leaving a bruise. She is wild.
She had a lot of excitement over the weekend, first we went to Amanda & Chris' wedding, Congratulations, btw and then when we got home Sunday we had company from The McIntoshs and Jeremy. Annabelle abused poor Cooper for hours but he didn't really seem to mind. I could tell he got a little irritated but if he could stand that hair cut he has he can stand anything haha. Scot & Tara have spoiled Annie so that now she thinks she has to run each time we hold her hands to let her walk. She thinks it is so fun! I can't wait until they live close again.
The biggest news of the weekend is that addition of Annabelle's Radio Flyer Wagon. Pap wasn't home Friday night, he was out riding, so he didn't get to see Annabelle. Because he wasn't home I told her to buy her a wagon so saturday we went to the wedding and when we got home there it was in the living room. It is huge, she loves it, it is so funny to watch her riding it. She puts her hands up on the sides and holds on while putting her feet in front of her on the other seat. She can see everything now when we go for walks. BTW Happy Birthday Pap. You are getting old.
Keeping up with speed demon is getting to be a job and a half. Always going where she isn't supposed to, pulling herself up everywhere, hitting her head on her daddys watch on the door and leaving a bruise. She is wild.
She had a lot of excitement over the weekend, first we went to Amanda & Chris' wedding, Congratulations, btw and then when we got home Sunday we had company from The McIntoshs and Jeremy. Annabelle abused poor Cooper for hours but he didn't really seem to mind. I could tell he got a little irritated but if he could stand that hair cut he has he can stand anything haha. Scot & Tara have spoiled Annie so that now she thinks she has to run each time we hold her hands to let her walk. She thinks it is so fun! I can't wait until they live close again.
The biggest news of the weekend is that addition of Annabelle's Radio Flyer Wagon. Pap wasn't home Friday night, he was out riding, so he didn't get to see Annabelle. Because he wasn't home I told her to buy her a wagon so saturday we went to the wedding and when we got home there it was in the living room. It is huge, she loves it, it is so funny to watch her riding it. She puts her hands up on the sides and holds on while putting her feet in front of her on the other seat. She can see everything now when we go for walks. BTW Happy Birthday Pap. You are getting old.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
35 Weeks!
My baby is a rat, she knows what the word no means and knows when she is doing something she shouldn't. She just looks back at us and smiles. She has such a precious smile. No teeth yet but I can see where they are coming. Hopefully she will keep teething with relatively little discomfort. Annabelle is going to her second wedding of the summer on Saturday. My cousin is getting married in TN and we are looking forward to that. Annie has been standing on the floor holding to the couch playing for the past 15 mins, I am waiting for her to just stop holding on any minute now and just stand on her own. It won't be long before she walks and we think its hard to keep up with her now.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
8 Months!
To my beautiful girl on your eighth month of life,
Never did I think that my life would be this great, this wonderful, this fun. I thought I had it pretty good all those years before you were here. Nothing compares to being able to play with you, look at you, teach you, or just to be with you. You are so funny, your sense of humor is just like your dadda's. You are so full of personality. It has been over a month since you learned to crawl, I wait for you anyday now to just take off walking. You pull yourself up and stand with just a little bit of your body (most of the times your belly) up against something. You use a play table to push across the floor as you walk behind it. You can stand on your own for just a few seconds before you fall. You look to us to determine whether your should cry or just crawl around and smile, you choose to smile. You are so big and able to do so much. You love to crawl from the living room into the kitchen and look back at us because you know that you aren't supposed to be doing that. You squeal when you see the cats anywhere and if they happen to be in the floor you crawl to them and pet them. I never imagined our cats would love you the way that they do. You did a lot of fun stuff this past month, you went to a wedding, saw Chandler play baseball a couple times and went to your first water park with granny and pap. You are definitely special because when I was young pap never took me and Aunt V to the water park :) You wave bye bye with force now and raise your hand to point, most of the time with four fingers. I think it means you like something, daddy thinks you just want to touch whatever it is we have. No teeth yet, but I can tell that they are coming. I know I've thought that for awhile but now you can see them in the front, but still not on the top. There is an old wives tale that the longer you take to get your teeth the stronger they will be. I sure hope that is the case with you. You are just too precious for words and believe it or not work days go so fast now since I have you to go home too. You and dadda have started to play wrestle. He pins you, then you crawl on him and pin him, laughing the entire time. A lot of times the two of you end up getting into mischief. Daddy built you a swing so that you can finally swing in the swing granny and pap got you for Easter. It didn't turn out like dad expected but it works and you enjoy swinging. You are lucky, like I was to have a handy dad. I had a handy mom, you didn't really end up with such a handy mom but I try. You are still the friendliest baby around, people come up to you everywhere we are, in the mall, at a restaurant, in Wal-Mart and talk to you. Most of the time you look at them but sometimes you babble back. Almost always you will wave when they turn their backs, haha. Momma is still nursing you, something she didn't expect to be doing for this long but is so glad that she is able too. I love the time we have together, it is something I will never forget. You are still eating the same old baby foods along with your milk, but momma tries to introduce new things. You tried a lemon and granny gave you some cheddar biscuit from Red Lobster. This past weekend pap let you try five different flavors of popscicle. You are most definitely one spoiled little girl and it is only going to get worse. We are so lucky to have you and for you to be ours. You were definitely worth the wait, my sweet and silly girl. You make mommy and daddy better people everyday.
WE LOVE YOU!!!!
-MOMMA
Never did I think that my life would be this great, this wonderful, this fun. I thought I had it pretty good all those years before you were here. Nothing compares to being able to play with you, look at you, teach you, or just to be with you. You are so funny, your sense of humor is just like your dadda's. You are so full of personality. It has been over a month since you learned to crawl, I wait for you anyday now to just take off walking. You pull yourself up and stand with just a little bit of your body (most of the times your belly) up against something. You use a play table to push across the floor as you walk behind it. You can stand on your own for just a few seconds before you fall. You look to us to determine whether your should cry or just crawl around and smile, you choose to smile. You are so big and able to do so much. You love to crawl from the living room into the kitchen and look back at us because you know that you aren't supposed to be doing that. You squeal when you see the cats anywhere and if they happen to be in the floor you crawl to them and pet them. I never imagined our cats would love you the way that they do. You did a lot of fun stuff this past month, you went to a wedding, saw Chandler play baseball a couple times and went to your first water park with granny and pap. You are definitely special because when I was young pap never took me and Aunt V to the water park :) You wave bye bye with force now and raise your hand to point, most of the time with four fingers. I think it means you like something, daddy thinks you just want to touch whatever it is we have. No teeth yet, but I can tell that they are coming. I know I've thought that for awhile but now you can see them in the front, but still not on the top. There is an old wives tale that the longer you take to get your teeth the stronger they will be. I sure hope that is the case with you. You are just too precious for words and believe it or not work days go so fast now since I have you to go home too. You and dadda have started to play wrestle. He pins you, then you crawl on him and pin him, laughing the entire time. A lot of times the two of you end up getting into mischief. Daddy built you a swing so that you can finally swing in the swing granny and pap got you for Easter. It didn't turn out like dad expected but it works and you enjoy swinging. You are lucky, like I was to have a handy dad. I had a handy mom, you didn't really end up with such a handy mom but I try. You are still the friendliest baby around, people come up to you everywhere we are, in the mall, at a restaurant, in Wal-Mart and talk to you. Most of the time you look at them but sometimes you babble back. Almost always you will wave when they turn their backs, haha. Momma is still nursing you, something she didn't expect to be doing for this long but is so glad that she is able too. I love the time we have together, it is something I will never forget. You are still eating the same old baby foods along with your milk, but momma tries to introduce new things. You tried a lemon and granny gave you some cheddar biscuit from Red Lobster. This past weekend pap let you try five different flavors of popscicle. You are most definitely one spoiled little girl and it is only going to get worse. We are so lucky to have you and for you to be ours. You were definitely worth the wait, my sweet and silly girl. You make mommy and daddy better people everyday.
WE LOVE YOU!!!!
-MOMMA
Monday, August 10, 2009
Got Milk?
I think this is pretty funny --
Got Milk?
By Linda Sharp
Ever notice how one word can mean something totally different to different people? Like IDIOT. Some people consider it a word to identify a person of great stupidity. I on the other hand, think of it as a term of endearment for my husband. NUN. Most would tell you it refers to a female member of a religious order. My two year old would tell you it is what's left after she eats all the Goldfish and the box is empty. And then there is NURSE. Defined by Webster's as, "a person trained for the care of the sick or injured". Defined by me as, "the act of allowing one's breasts to stretch to grotesque proportions, on a regular basis, and sticking them in the mouth of an infant whose sole purpose in life is to suck them dry, only to have them fill back up again two hours later, ruining every shirt you possess, until one day the child stops and they swell no more, thus resulting in a rather sad, deflated version of ..." I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry.
To nurse or not to nurse, that is a question every new mother faces. Unfortunately, while we are making our decision, we are also faced with pamphlets, books, doctors, leagues, groups, and friends trying to push us in one direction or another. There is a ton of propaganda out there for both sides. Personally, I say to heck with everyone else. It is ultimately between you, your boobs and your baby and you should do what feels and works best for you. I chose to nurse mine. A decision I have never regretted, except every night when I get out of the bathtub and stand in front of the mirror, pushing them back up where they used to live near my neck and then watching them fall back down to their new home near my navel... I'm rambling again. I do apologize.
What gets me about nursing though, is OTHER people's reactions. Generationally, my mother didn't understand why I would want to. She bottle fed me and I turned out fine, right? (This is from the same lady whose generation snuck whiskey into baby bottles for teething. Sure, it made the pain go away! A little Jack and Pablum could make rheumatism feel better!) Single friends were visibly curious, then disgusted as they watched let down stains slowly spread across my chest while waiting for the baby to wake up. Even my husband occasionally flinched when I would nurse. Oh wait. That's probably because I would squirt him from across the room with the unoccupied breast. Never mind.
Inevitably, at some point during your nursing . . . many points if you plan on having any semblance of a life . . . you will face the controversy of NURSING IN PUBLIC! There you are, walking calmly through the mall, enjoying being out in the real world, and the tiny bundle in the stroller erupts like Vesuvius. You recognize the cry as one of hunger. Your breasts recognize the cry (yes, your breasts have ears) and immediately begin to flow. I defy anyone to try to tell a hungry infant OR a pair of milk happy orbs, to be patient. So, I would pull out the blanket, cover up the proceedings and sit quietly on a bench. The looks I would receive ranged from understanding smiles (other moms) to curiosity (teenage boys) to downright disapproval (Reverend Falwell. I mean what was I hiding under that flannel cabana? Tinky Winky, I feel your pain.). One person was so intrigued, they sat down next to me and stared. I asked if I could see their ticket. What? Well, surely if you are going to watch the show, you paid admission at the door, didn't you? They quickly departed.
Yes, I suppose it is possible to run around and find a bathroom, fitting room, or rack of clothes to hide in, but I guess I will never understand the "boob phobia" that is out there. Honestly, have those people who think there is something sexual about the nursing breast, ever SEEN one? I can think of nothing farther from a turn-on! (And I am including Reverend Falwell!) And if a person is so offended by it being done, WHY ARE THEY WATCHING?
Whether you follow the bible or subscribe to Darwin, one thing is the same, breasts were put here for this purpose. A woman gives birth and they fill up with milk, thus enabling her to feed her offspring, if this is the method she so chooses. So, if nursing is a choice you make, be tolerant, remember it is a natural, beautiful thing, and that "Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder." But if that person ever sits down next to you in the mall to watch? You have my permission to change it to "MILK is in the eye of the beholder." Ready, aim, fire!
About the author:
Linda Sharp is an internationally recognized humorist who writes regularly on the joyous and frustrating world of parenting. Her work appears across the web and wraps around the globe to appear in publications from Canada to Malaysia to the USA. Linda is also co-creator of the totally irreverent and hysterical website, Sanity Central - A Time Out From Parenting!, located at http://www.sanitycentral.com. With a cartoon cast of experts, Sanity Central is packed with enough humor for a week's worth of laughter time-outs!
While her own life provides endless inspiration for her writing, she welcomes input and feedback from other parents! She may be reached via email at lsharp03@aol.com.
http://www.breastfeeding.com/lighter_side/lighter_side_stories_got_milk.html
Got Milk?
By Linda Sharp
Ever notice how one word can mean something totally different to different people? Like IDIOT. Some people consider it a word to identify a person of great stupidity. I on the other hand, think of it as a term of endearment for my husband. NUN. Most would tell you it refers to a female member of a religious order. My two year old would tell you it is what's left after she eats all the Goldfish and the box is empty. And then there is NURSE. Defined by Webster's as, "a person trained for the care of the sick or injured". Defined by me as, "the act of allowing one's breasts to stretch to grotesque proportions, on a regular basis, and sticking them in the mouth of an infant whose sole purpose in life is to suck them dry, only to have them fill back up again two hours later, ruining every shirt you possess, until one day the child stops and they swell no more, thus resulting in a rather sad, deflated version of ..." I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry.
To nurse or not to nurse, that is a question every new mother faces. Unfortunately, while we are making our decision, we are also faced with pamphlets, books, doctors, leagues, groups, and friends trying to push us in one direction or another. There is a ton of propaganda out there for both sides. Personally, I say to heck with everyone else. It is ultimately between you, your boobs and your baby and you should do what feels and works best for you. I chose to nurse mine. A decision I have never regretted, except every night when I get out of the bathtub and stand in front of the mirror, pushing them back up where they used to live near my neck and then watching them fall back down to their new home near my navel... I'm rambling again. I do apologize.
What gets me about nursing though, is OTHER people's reactions. Generationally, my mother didn't understand why I would want to. She bottle fed me and I turned out fine, right? (This is from the same lady whose generation snuck whiskey into baby bottles for teething. Sure, it made the pain go away! A little Jack and Pablum could make rheumatism feel better!) Single friends were visibly curious, then disgusted as they watched let down stains slowly spread across my chest while waiting for the baby to wake up. Even my husband occasionally flinched when I would nurse. Oh wait. That's probably because I would squirt him from across the room with the unoccupied breast. Never mind.
Inevitably, at some point during your nursing . . . many points if you plan on having any semblance of a life . . . you will face the controversy of NURSING IN PUBLIC! There you are, walking calmly through the mall, enjoying being out in the real world, and the tiny bundle in the stroller erupts like Vesuvius. You recognize the cry as one of hunger. Your breasts recognize the cry (yes, your breasts have ears) and immediately begin to flow. I defy anyone to try to tell a hungry infant OR a pair of milk happy orbs, to be patient. So, I would pull out the blanket, cover up the proceedings and sit quietly on a bench. The looks I would receive ranged from understanding smiles (other moms) to curiosity (teenage boys) to downright disapproval (Reverend Falwell. I mean what was I hiding under that flannel cabana? Tinky Winky, I feel your pain.). One person was so intrigued, they sat down next to me and stared. I asked if I could see their ticket. What? Well, surely if you are going to watch the show, you paid admission at the door, didn't you? They quickly departed.
Yes, I suppose it is possible to run around and find a bathroom, fitting room, or rack of clothes to hide in, but I guess I will never understand the "boob phobia" that is out there. Honestly, have those people who think there is something sexual about the nursing breast, ever SEEN one? I can think of nothing farther from a turn-on! (And I am including Reverend Falwell!) And if a person is so offended by it being done, WHY ARE THEY WATCHING?
Whether you follow the bible or subscribe to Darwin, one thing is the same, breasts were put here for this purpose. A woman gives birth and they fill up with milk, thus enabling her to feed her offspring, if this is the method she so chooses. So, if nursing is a choice you make, be tolerant, remember it is a natural, beautiful thing, and that "Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder." But if that person ever sits down next to you in the mall to watch? You have my permission to change it to "MILK is in the eye of the beholder." Ready, aim, fire!
About the author:
Linda Sharp is an internationally recognized humorist who writes regularly on the joyous and frustrating world of parenting. Her work appears across the web and wraps around the globe to appear in publications from Canada to Malaysia to the USA. Linda is also co-creator of the totally irreverent and hysterical website, Sanity Central - A Time Out From Parenting!, located at http://www.sanitycentral.com. With a cartoon cast of experts, Sanity Central is packed with enough humor for a week's worth of laughter time-outs!
While her own life provides endless inspiration for her writing, she welcomes input and feedback from other parents! She may be reached via email at lsharp03@aol.com.
http://www.breastfeeding.com/lighter_side/lighter_side_stories_got_milk.html
Thursday, August 6, 2009
34 Weeks!
Pointing with four fingers is Annabelle’s favorite new thing to do. I think it means that she likes you. Or she is trying to sign something to us with her own made up sign. We are still trying to get her to learn to sign; right now it is simple things like mom, dad, eat, more, milk, dog, cat, bird, etc. She loves to say dadddadad and babababaab, d and b sounds seem to be all she can do right now. I practice mamamama but she wants no part of it. She and her daddy have started to wrestle with one another, he will pin her and she will laugh, then she does it to him. She thinks its hilarious, actually there is very little she doesn’t find funny. She has a personality so much like Jason’s that it scares me. I don’t know what to do with two of them, he is enough trouble! She gets better and better at crawling each day. My friend has let us borrow a table for her to play on and she has turned it into a walker. She will push it, straighten up, walk a few steps with it and then push some more. She had moved it from the couch to the front door a couple nights ago. I just hope she doesn’t slide down it and hit her face. Last night she fell on her butt, looked at me to see if she was supposed to cry or not but I knew she was okay so I laughed, then she laughed and she was okay. She also uses that table to help her stand. She will place two or three fingers on it and try to stand on her own.
She is a pretty brave little girl. This past weekend John Chandler was in the Bluegrass Games and at one of the games a guy was dressed in a plastic blow up costume thing. She had starred at him for awhile and when he came up to her she just gave him that, you are stupid look. I do not like mascots but looks like I’m going to have to suck it up because she does.
I believe she is going to be a nature girl. She loves to watch birds, squirrels and butterflies. We took mom to the Arboretum Sunday afternoon – Annabelle of course loves that place, so many pretty flowers to look at. Her daddy carried her around for awhile in her carrier, but then she got tired and we just pushed her around in the stroller. She never made a sound. Thankfully cooler weather is coming (no snakes) and we can go hiking at Red River Gorge.
I have been looking at themes for her birthday party and so far can not find the one that I want. I know the colors I want and I only want one or two plates that even say 1st birthday on them. I plan on buying most of my plates from Party City (much cheaper). December 11, 2009 is going to be a very bittersweet day for momma!
She is a pretty brave little girl. This past weekend John Chandler was in the Bluegrass Games and at one of the games a guy was dressed in a plastic blow up costume thing. She had starred at him for awhile and when he came up to her she just gave him that, you are stupid look. I do not like mascots but looks like I’m going to have to suck it up because she does.
I believe she is going to be a nature girl. She loves to watch birds, squirrels and butterflies. We took mom to the Arboretum Sunday afternoon – Annabelle of course loves that place, so many pretty flowers to look at. Her daddy carried her around for awhile in her carrier, but then she got tired and we just pushed her around in the stroller. She never made a sound. Thankfully cooler weather is coming (no snakes) and we can go hiking at Red River Gorge.
I have been looking at themes for her birthday party and so far can not find the one that I want. I know the colors I want and I only want one or two plates that even say 1st birthday on them. I plan on buying most of my plates from Party City (much cheaper). December 11, 2009 is going to be a very bittersweet day for momma!
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