Sunday, June 26, 2011

Fathers Day Before and After

Our first Father's day was somewhat a nightmare. Kate was about two weeks old, and we weren't allowed to touch her. Ed was leaving to go back to our house, and I was sleeping in a hotel and trying to find something more permanent. I was an absolute mess, and crying the whole day because he was leaving.
The poor nurses must have taken total pity on us because when they went to do her suctioning they let Ed hold her (kind of) for the first time. The whole thing only last a few seconds really. Ed really does look quite happy too. I am just glad I was able to snap a few pictures.
And then here is our big toddler on Father's day. She was trying to get away from her Dad to get back with her cousin (the shadow on the stairs). She did not want a photo taken. She can be so feisty when she wants. I still can't believe how far she has come, and really how far we've all come.

So proud.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Words of wisdom from the Garden.

I love summer so much. I can work in my garden even after work, dinner and bedtime routine. You just can squeeze so much more fun into a day than you can in the winter. My garden is really several small flower beds and a small strip between our house and our neighbors. We have over 10 trees in our yard, mostly large Western Red Cedar and Douglas firs. This makes it a challenge with roots and lots of shade.

Tonight when I was gardening though I had a few thoughts,

1) Its okay to pull out a plant even if it is doing well. If you don't like it or its out grown its space or you just are ready for a change, then pull it up. No guilt about it, just embrace what you feel.

2) Deal with what you got. I can't make my gardens into no stop flowering beds, I just don't have the sun or soil. I can make them interesting place for hostas, ferns and other unique plants. No matter how bad I want that sun garden, I just don't have it. And when I get to focused on what I don't have I then start to not see what beauty I do have.

Hmm... these lesson might have some impact beyond the garden.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Who Needs Words?

Seriously who needs words when you can make faces like this?

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Pets, Poop and Costco.

I know that the morning I am about to describe is not that unusual. I know there are other mothers out in the world trying to juggle it all and keep all their children and pets happy. But, still I share with you just a typical Wednesday in our house.

I have a day off in the week, and work every other weekend. My weekday off is always about trying to get a bunch of things done, and enjoy my time with my daughter. Its when I schedule her doctors appointments. Its when we buy birthday presents, and supplies for dinner. Of course it is also when we play outside, go to swim class, and have lots of fun.

So it was not unusual that this wednesday, I had a good list of errands to run. The day before had been crazy at work in more ways than one. I had opened the cage of a patient that was suffering for slug bait toxicity (metaldhyde which is a neurotoxins) and he attacked me. Luckily he only got my finger and a bit of my hand. But this detail is important because the majority of all the task I was doing was one handed and in pain.

Anyhow, we woke up got and did our normal routine. Now its about 9:30 am, and I am ready to go. Oh, wait! I am in my pajamma's. I never did this prior to having a child. I literally forget to change my clothes and do my hair. I hurry and put on some clothes that are not stylish, and yes I could go workout in them. Put on a baseball hat and grab the keys.

Kate is screaming because she hates when I wear hats. Really, mommy has bad hair days... let me wear a hat. She is pondering this as she jumps off one stair to the next stair. Okay, lets go. Oh, crap! I forgot the Costco coupon book upstairs. We have a two level house. I love our house. I hate how often I forget something on the other floor. I run upstairs for the coupons. Back down. I forgot the keys. Back up. Back down. I forgot Kate's snack. Back up. Back down.

Okay, finally we are ready to go. I pick up Kate and purse and head out. But, wait what is that horrible smell? Great, Kate has pooped her pants. She is all grins. We are starting potty training. Back up stairs. Off go the pants, get the onsie snaps open (not easy with one hand). I am trying to get the poop off her. She is trying to sit on the potty. This is going from bad to worse. There is smelly poop everywhere. On the onsie, on my hand, on the potty. Then my bandage comes off and my bite wound is now bleeding. Great. Kate is literally covered in poop and I am bleeding. Cleaned up everything, and we are good to go.

Head back downstairs. I think that is 20 trips on the stairs now. I open up the door to the garage, and out like a rocket goes our little terrier Petey. God, I just need to go get socks and some large frozen food items. Really I am not heading off to the spa. I am going to a large grocery store before 10 am. Unfortunately God is busy at the moment, and my terrier is running around like a crazy in the garage. He goes to work with me, and obviously thinks that we should go there now. I place Kate in her car seat, and Petey launches over both of us into the front seat. I question if I should just take him too. Thinking better of it I grab him and shove him back in the house, where three other pets are staring at me when I open the door.

We are finally on the road. I glance at myself in the mirror. I look a little bit deranged, maybe even like somebody who drinks something stronger than coffee at 10 am. When did I get such black circles under my eyes? Wait a minute, why does it smell like poop still? Kate? No its not her. That is when I realize, I did not clean my arm up that good. Thank goodness for baby wipes and hand sanitizer.

Finally we reach Costco. Kate is singing in the cart, waving at everyone as if she is in the best parade ever. And of course shouting at the t.v's with pure joy. I laugh out loud at her and myself. These days are hard, challenging but I know that someday I when I am shopping all by myself and Kate is in college I will miss them. I will miss the chaos, and the trips up and down the stairs. I will miss more than anything is watching my little girl giggling in the thick of it all.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Elmo Cupcakes

Only fitting that the June cupcake of the month was a Elmo Cupcake. In honor of his number one fan that lives in our house.
The eyes were white chocolate melts. The mouth is a whole Reese's peanut butter cup, and the cake rainbow.
Kate was a riot with theses. She grabbed the whole Reese's and stuffed into her mouth. I have never given her anything like that. She is completely the first born, and I have made sure nothing has crossed her lips that I didn't feel was not safe and healthy.

But, she is a girl after my own heart. She see's something she wants, takes it and doesn't look back.

A Preemie turns 2!

My little itty bitty baby, turned the big 2 years old on Saturday. And unlike 2 years ago, or even a year ago there was nothing sad about this day. In fact there was just a whole lot of fun on this day. Exhaustion but lots of fun. It started early, with a play on the new kitchen before I headed into work.
I've never thought I would really be into commercial characters. And I am still not into commercial characters, and all the mass marketing to the little people of the world makes me a little nauseous. All the same, my daughter loves Elmo. We don't let her watch any t.v., except the occasional Sesame Street. Thus, she has fallen in love with the only image we allow in. Her birthday was appropriately themed in Sesame Street.
Being that we turned 2: we had a few moments of meeting of the minds. I am a strong willed individual. My daughter is turning into a very strong willed individual as well. You add in some company, a lot of activity, excitment and you will get a tantrum. Its her birthday, and she'll cry if she wants to.
All in all though, it was just a great day. No memories, no sadness, just joy that I have such a special little individual to celebrate. Blessed in more ways that I could have ever imagined.