Dear Little Lady,
Today you are three. You were born on February 22, 2007, on a Thursday, at 1:20ish in the afternoon. You ground your head on my cervix for 15 long weeks. You made me sick. I don't think there was a day I didn't throw up, have constipation, or have heart burn (most days I had all three). I lived on Tums and Miralax for almost 9 months. I gained about 10 pounds and had the weirdest cravings for food. I was miserable towards the end and had contractions on and off for almost 3 weeks. Guess what? It was all worth it!
You are the sweetest little lady ever! In the last 3 years you have brightened our hearts, lives and house. Your little smile and giggles make my day. You are the spitting image of me when I was your age with your blond hair and blue eyes (sorry you don't look more like daddy). You run, jump, and gallop your way through the day until you almost fall into bed at night exhausted from all the energy you exude.
You have learned so many things this past year. You potty trained yourself (a true miracle) between Halloween and Thanksgiving, learned not to put everything in your mouth, how to ride the tricycle, use crayons and markers, be a good helper, and how to better interact with your sister and friends. You were brave swimming in the lake almost letting go, and you love fishing and looking at the worms in the container. You even made me look at the worms and touch them for you. You have also learned how to interact with your peers, biting is bad, and that we need to share our toys. You are starting to learn your colors and shapes...but for some reason I think you might be pulling my leg that you don't know some of your colors or you are color blind. :)
You love playing with your sister, Nylah the dog, mommy and daddy, and your friends at school and church. You love being outside anytime you can get out the door, swinging on the the swings, playing in the sandbox, sliding, and running around. You also love digging and finding rocks and sticks with Gigi and Papi and finding other fun objects at Nana and Papa's. Inside you love playing with your babies and can't seem to get enough of being a good mommy to your babies. You also love coloring, trying to cut (but you can't figure out how to hold the scissors right but won't let me help you), and gluing. You love your Little People stuff and making forts and tents.
You also love your purple blanket. Every day we have to go on a search for your purple blanket. Normally when I wash purple blanket you sit and cry by the washer and dryer until it is clean and you get it back. As I write this I know I will look back and smile on this moment, but for now most of the time it just annoys me because you cry and I hate that you cry when you know you are going to get it back. You are so attached. Both Gigi and Nana have had to fix purple blanket because it got a hole in it. I hope some day you will realize how much I think not only you love the purple blanket, but I have loved what it has come to symbolize for you and me both.
I can't wait to see who you become. You have come along way since the day I pushed you out of my body and held you for the first time. You are my little pumpkin head that I love from head to toe and in between and you make me so proud to be your mommy. Your spirit and laughter light up the room and I hope you always keep that with you as you grow. You know you have a big name and share your special day with the first President of the US so you have a lot to live up to. You are a gift from God that I do not take for granted. My prayer for you is that your big heart, large laugh, and big smile remain with you always and that the Lord always keep you in the palm of his hand.
I love you Little Lady! Happy 3rd Birthday!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Random Thought of the Day
Why is it my age...like my boobies...are both going in the wrong direction? South...and fast. At one time (in my early 20's) I never thought my boobs would sag or that I would hit my 30's. Now that both have happened, I am wondering 1. why boobies have to sag and 2. how did I get so old so fast? I had a real problem saying that I was 27...and now I am having problem's with the next number (32). I guess it is better than the alternative....well at least for my age...but the alternative to my boobs being saggy would be for them to be perky again...and I would take that any day of the week. I am telling you if I could afford to have my boobs lopped, chopped, pulled up, pushed in, and moved north...I would have it done in a heart beat. Random...I know. :)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Sleep? Apparently It Is Only For The Weak!
I have had two nights this week that I have woken up around 2:30-3:00 in the morning and could not go back to sleep. I have many nights I get up about this time to go to the bathroom (I think that habit is one still left over from pregnancy or something) but usually I go right back to sleep. Normally when I wake up and can't go back to sleep I have a strict fight getting up policy but the last few times I have quit and gotten up to watch reruns of the Cosby Show, the news, or something that I have DVR'd (the best invention of the last 5 years). Last night after fighting rolling around and knowing I was awake up trying to pretend I was asleep I decided I couldn't lay in bed anymore so I hit the couch and turned on the TV. After I watched a few infomercials about work out videos and almost buying one set I decided to watch Project Runway and Private Practice. At around 5:00 I decided I needed to try to sleep even if I didn't think I couldn't. I turned off the TV and laid on the couch in what I thought would be dark. Nope...there is a blue light on our DVR that shines...really bright. It isn't a normal blue light....it is neon. I put my hand up over my face and close my eyes thinking if I just close my eyes it will go away. I guess it did for a few minutes but then...it happened. Something got in my mouth...not sure what that something was...praying it wasn't a spider....and made me cough. BLAH!!!!!
Eventually I made my way back to my side of the bed and tried to go back to sleep. I listened to Geoff's alarm go off, asked him if he slept, and then listened to him grunt his way through his workout, shower, and fumbling for clothes. I think I might have dozed off a few times but nothing significant to speak of.
At 8:00 Madison came in and tapped me to remind me that I would not be going back to sleep for good and my day must start whether I wanted it to or not. Apparently this week is trying to teach me sleeping is for the weak or children under the age of 20. Yawn!!!
Eventually I made my way back to my side of the bed and tried to go back to sleep. I listened to Geoff's alarm go off, asked him if he slept, and then listened to him grunt his way through his workout, shower, and fumbling for clothes. I think I might have dozed off a few times but nothing significant to speak of.
At 8:00 Madison came in and tapped me to remind me that I would not be going back to sleep for good and my day must start whether I wanted it to or not. Apparently this week is trying to teach me sleeping is for the weak or children under the age of 20. Yawn!!!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I'm Not As Young As I Used To Be
Last night was really fun. Geoff and I went to eat at one of the best places in Fayetteville, The Pesto Cafe, and then went down to Dickson Street to see a concert at George's Majestic Lounge (sounds cooler than it is). I enjoyed spending time with Geoff, eating at one of our favorite restaurants in the area and then hanging out for some good music. However, I am not as young as I used to be.
First, When we got down to Dickson Street we had to stand in a line out in the cold for like 30 minutes. When I was in my 20's this probably would not have bothered me....but let me say I was freezing and if we would have had to wait another 10-15 minutes, I am not sure I would have gone to the concert at all. Nobody is worth standing in line out in the cold for over 30 minutes to see.
Second, the concert said it was going to start at 7:00 on the tickets. We were still standing in that very cold line at 7:00. At 8:00 we were inside but there was still no movement. Finally at 9:00 the warm-up band came one and played their set. I have always had an issue with people/places/events that don't stick to time schedules, but as I get older, this drives me more and more crazy! I get that this was a concert in a bar so it was obviously not going to start at 7:00, but the main band didn't even come on until after 10:00! I am starting to be like Big Grasshopper's dad. If someone says they are going to do something, be somewhere, have an appointment, etc. at one time, BE ON TIME!!
Third, my hearing. I STILL can't hear anything this morning. I know this is normal and I know it will eventually go back to normal (I hope), but waking up this morning my ears and head hurt worse than I remember. Ugh...Maybe not as young as I used to be.
Last, we didn't get home until after 1:00 a.m. This isn't really wasn't/isn't a big deal because BG's mom and dad (thank you Nana and Papa) watched the girls last night. The time wasn't the issue...what I find interesting is I kept watching my phone for the time and just kept thinking I should have been reading the girls a book, or tucking the girls in, or even just going to bed myself. I am NOT a night owl. Normally I am asleep by 10ish. I thought last night before we went that I would be excited to be out late, do something that "normal" people do, and just do something we used to do that we don't do anymore. I can now tell you why we don't do this any more or very often.
I know I sound like I am whining (you can write and complain that I am later), but I really am not. All I am saying is maybe, just maybe I am not as young as I used to be. Things that didn't bother me in my 20's when we went out, now bother me. Things that BG and I used to do when we were dating and newly married don't really seem to fit who we are any more. Yes, we still like to get out, yes we still like to have fun, but maybe that getting out and fun is just now in a different form....and maybe I am really OK with it. I was never a party girl and I really don't want to be the party girl who is still trying to hold on to something that was or maybe never was. Yup...I'm not as young as I used to be...and I am completely happy with that!
First, When we got down to Dickson Street we had to stand in a line out in the cold for like 30 minutes. When I was in my 20's this probably would not have bothered me....but let me say I was freezing and if we would have had to wait another 10-15 minutes, I am not sure I would have gone to the concert at all. Nobody is worth standing in line out in the cold for over 30 minutes to see.
Second, the concert said it was going to start at 7:00 on the tickets. We were still standing in that very cold line at 7:00. At 8:00 we were inside but there was still no movement. Finally at 9:00 the warm-up band came one and played their set. I have always had an issue with people/places/events that don't stick to time schedules, but as I get older, this drives me more and more crazy! I get that this was a concert in a bar so it was obviously not going to start at 7:00, but the main band didn't even come on until after 10:00! I am starting to be like Big Grasshopper's dad. If someone says they are going to do something, be somewhere, have an appointment, etc. at one time, BE ON TIME!!
Third, my hearing. I STILL can't hear anything this morning. I know this is normal and I know it will eventually go back to normal (I hope), but waking up this morning my ears and head hurt worse than I remember. Ugh...Maybe not as young as I used to be.
Last, we didn't get home until after 1:00 a.m. This isn't really wasn't/isn't a big deal because BG's mom and dad (thank you Nana and Papa) watched the girls last night. The time wasn't the issue...what I find interesting is I kept watching my phone for the time and just kept thinking I should have been reading the girls a book, or tucking the girls in, or even just going to bed myself. I am NOT a night owl. Normally I am asleep by 10ish. I thought last night before we went that I would be excited to be out late, do something that "normal" people do, and just do something we used to do that we don't do anymore. I can now tell you why we don't do this any more or very often.
I know I sound like I am whining (you can write and complain that I am later), but I really am not. All I am saying is maybe, just maybe I am not as young as I used to be. Things that didn't bother me in my 20's when we went out, now bother me. Things that BG and I used to do when we were dating and newly married don't really seem to fit who we are any more. Yes, we still like to get out, yes we still like to have fun, but maybe that getting out and fun is just now in a different form....and maybe I am really OK with it. I was never a party girl and I really don't want to be the party girl who is still trying to hold on to something that was or maybe never was. Yup...I'm not as young as I used to be...and I am completely happy with that!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Chicken Tacos
Chicken Tacos are our favorite. They are super easy to make and you can bake them or throw them in the crock-pot.
1 pound (more or less) of chicken breasts or chicken tenders (I use the boneless skinless kind)
1 can Rotel tomatoes
1 package taco seasoning
Put chicken in dish of choice. Mix Rotel and taco seasoning together and pour over. Place in crock-pot or oven. If crock-pot cooking cook on low for like 6 hours hours (I have a crazy crock-pot that cooks this stuff in 2 hours on low...but that is for another post when it blows up the house.). If oven cooking, cook at 350 for an hour or a little over until it is tender and juices run clear.
Once chicken is done take out, shred and place back in juices. Sometimes if it doesn't have a lot of juice I put in either tomato sauce or tomato juice - whichever I have. Leave in juices until you can't stand it anymore.
We eat these as tacos or we also make "Mexican Rice Bowls." Yummo! Mexican rice bowls are layer in a bowl Mexican or Spanish rice (love Spanish rice), taco chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, corn chips broken up, sour cream and Chalula hot sauce.
1 pound (more or less) of chicken breasts or chicken tenders (I use the boneless skinless kind)
1 can Rotel tomatoes
1 package taco seasoning
Put chicken in dish of choice. Mix Rotel and taco seasoning together and pour over. Place in crock-pot or oven. If crock-pot cooking cook on low for like 6 hours hours (I have a crazy crock-pot that cooks this stuff in 2 hours on low...but that is for another post when it blows up the house.). If oven cooking, cook at 350 for an hour or a little over until it is tender and juices run clear.
Once chicken is done take out, shred and place back in juices. Sometimes if it doesn't have a lot of juice I put in either tomato sauce or tomato juice - whichever I have. Leave in juices until you can't stand it anymore.
We eat these as tacos or we also make "Mexican Rice Bowls." Yummo! Mexican rice bowls are layer in a bowl Mexican or Spanish rice (love Spanish rice), taco chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, corn chips broken up, sour cream and Chalula hot sauce.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Smoke Signals
This afternoon I decided to make chicken tacos for dinner (recipe to follow). They are so yummy, easy, and we all love them so I thought this would be a perfect meal for a Friday night. I turn on the oven to 350 degrees and go have a seat on the couch to prop my foot up because my ankle is still hurting. A few minutes later (like 8-10) the beeper goes off that signals that the oven is ready. As I continue to sit on the couch I get a whiff of smoke that signals my brain that something is very wrong. I don't clean my oven often (confession #4,687) and so I thought it might have just been something that dripped from the last time I cooked something there. As I go to open the door, a plume of black smoke rolls out of the oven. I quickly close the door and panic. Panic is what is what I do best and so panic I did. My brain raced and I decided to call Big Grasshopper. Why I didn't call 911 with the thought of my oven being on fire is beyond me but I called Big Grasshopper.
Me: I think the oven is on fire!
BG: What did you do?
Me: I didn't do anything!
BG: Do you know the oven is on fire?
Me: No....but there is smoke coming out when I open the door.
BG: Did you turn the oven off?
Me: Good idea!
BG: Pour some water on it!
Me: That will ruin the oven. How about the fire extinguisher?
BG: Um...if water will ruin it, so will the fire extinguisher...I have to go...your my Little Grasshopper figure it out.
OK....so now I am on my own. I open up the oven door again and let the smoke billow out to find that one of my lovely little ones has put the pizza cutter with the rubber handle on one of the racks along with something else that I still cannot figure out. I get a potholder and pull out the pizza cutter that is melting and the other thing and throw them on the counter. Then I try to figure out what to do.
BG: Yes.
Me: It was one of the girls.
BG: I am busy.
Me: Yes, but our house almost blew up. Do you care?
BG: Do you have it under control?
Me: Yes.
BG: I am busy being king of the book world, I am smart, funny, and everyone needs my intellectual abilities. Gotta go!
OK...so maybe I made up what BG said about himself...but I was on my own again....trying to figure out how to get the black gunk off of my oven. After consulting Face Book Friends and my father-in-law (who is was a volunteer fireman...I thought I might need help in case I tried to blow up the house) I decided to try to scrape off the rubber that adhered itself to the bottom of my oven. I don't know if it was a God thing, Kristin thing, or something else but the rubber actually came off in one big chunk. Amazing.
Now if I can just get the self cleaning oven clean (that doesn't self clean anymore...that is another post for another day), we will be back in business.
UGH! Smoke Signals!
Me: I think the oven is on fire!
BG: What did you do?
Me: I didn't do anything!
BG: Do you know the oven is on fire?
Me: No....but there is smoke coming out when I open the door.
BG: Did you turn the oven off?
Me: Good idea!
BG: Pour some water on it!
Me: That will ruin the oven. How about the fire extinguisher?
BG: Um...if water will ruin it, so will the fire extinguisher...I have to go...your my Little Grasshopper figure it out.
OK....so now I am on my own. I open up the oven door again and let the smoke billow out to find that one of my lovely little ones has put the pizza cutter with the rubber handle on one of the racks along with something else that I still cannot figure out. I get a potholder and pull out the pizza cutter that is melting and the other thing and throw them on the counter. Then I try to figure out what to do.
BG: Yes.
Me: It was one of the girls.
BG: I am busy.
Me: Yes, but our house almost blew up. Do you care?
BG: Do you have it under control?
Me: Yes.
BG: I am busy being king of the book world, I am smart, funny, and everyone needs my intellectual abilities. Gotta go!
OK...so maybe I made up what BG said about himself...but I was on my own again....trying to figure out how to get the black gunk off of my oven. After consulting Face Book Friends and my father-in-law (who is was a volunteer fireman...I thought I might need help in case I tried to blow up the house) I decided to try to scrape off the rubber that adhered itself to the bottom of my oven. I don't know if it was a God thing, Kristin thing, or something else but the rubber actually came off in one big chunk. Amazing.
Now if I can just get the self cleaning oven clean (that doesn't self clean anymore...that is another post for another day), we will be back in business.
UGH! Smoke Signals!
Crazy Dreams
I have been having crazy dreams lately. Some are really detailed, some are long, some are scary, some are just down right funny, and all of them are in color. Last night was one of those I would rather forget but interesting none the less. Last night my dream was about trying to go to the lake with my whole family. It was supposed to be a nice trip of relaxation that was anything but. After yelling at people that it was already 4:30 and that the sun would be down at 6:00 and it would take us like 45 minutes to get to the lake, we leave to go to the lake. The dream then cuts to us hanging out, having a good time and then the water starts to disappear. As the water disappears (this is where it gets weird), there starts to be body parts that float around us and dead bodies start to appear. As we start to run out of the water and we start running for the shore, we have a tsunami like event happen. We find shelter behind rocks or something. The whole time I am screaming to find my girls and trying to keep them safe.
Really weird huh? Dreams...some say they are windows to your soul. Maybe my soul is trying to keep my girls safe, happy and away from dead bodies? Hum....
Really weird huh? Dreams...some say they are windows to your soul. Maybe my soul is trying to keep my girls safe, happy and away from dead bodies? Hum....
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