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| First Cheerios |
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| Chunky Monkey. My favorite PJ's. So sad he is too big for them. Time to sew them up and mail them to Dawson! |
Such a joy, I am so blessed.
I'm having problems uploading video, so I will just post some pictures for now.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
8 months
Okay, so this is more like what he has been doing during his 9th month of life, but he doesn't really hold still long enough to get a good picture. He is still my amazing baby. Minus a few days out of this month, he is sleeping 11-13 hours a night. He doesn't nap well, but it sort of helps to go with the flow of our busy life. The hardest thing for me is when I can't just get 30 mins of peace, but I guess that comes after they all move out. Right? He is crawling, fast. Climbing up stairs, pulling himself up on any and everything. He loves to watch and laugh at his sisters and is fascinated by hands. Clap them, shake them, wave them, sign with them, he is mesmerized. He is also an eater. Anything, everything. I am amazed how much he packs in. Like a chipmunk he stuffs his little face and chows down. I've been more adventurous with him, compared to what I tried at this age with the girls. He's got teeth sharp enough for steak, so he does pretty well.
Such a joy, I am so blessed.
I'm having problems uploading video, so I will just post some pictures for now.
Such a joy, I am so blessed.
I'm having problems uploading video, so I will just post some pictures for now.
Trouble
Haydee + 15oz of Baby Powder=
I still feeling like I am breathing in that fine dust. Payge got into Vaseline once, I am not sure which was worse.
I still feeling like I am breathing in that fine dust. Payge got into Vaseline once, I am not sure which was worse.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Loosing it
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| Payge lost her first tooth! I can't believe it, she is only 4, but it makes her seem so much older. This is her crazy face when she doesn't like that we are taking her picture. |
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| I decided it was time for hair cuts. Both girls always complain about me brushing their hair and short hair puts an end to that. I was going to have it done professionally, but the cheapskate in me won out. They're young, I can't scar them too badly, right? |
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| Sorry about the blurry pictures. I was trying out a new camera. Yes, it looks uneven, but I promise it looks much better in person. Happy Birthday Mimi! |
The first 8 hours (part 2)
I made it to the ticket counter in a haze of craziness and yes, praise the Lord, my wallet was there. I didn't even bother checking to see if it all was there, because I was nearing close to 20 minutes before our scheduled flight. Having flown Southwest before, I have just missed a flight because when they close their doors, they are closed. I didn't want to be stuck in an airport with three little kids. ha!
We went through the security line again, this time with a lot of grumbling and complaining from Payge and Haydee about having to take their shoes off again. We made it to our gate, can I just say at that moment I was grateful for small airports?
Hmm, no lines of people waiting for boarding. Do I have the right gate? Yep, right gate. Well, okay. I guess we will find a small out of the way corner and try to make sure all is accounted for and wait for the boarding call.
Soon, the first announcement over the speaker system consisted of something like; "Well, folks, maintenance is having a quick look at the AC, but don't worry, we will only be 10 minutes late and will not affect any connecting flights." I chatted a few minutes with a nice grandpa who lived in Franklin, TN which was our final destination too. Still no boarding call and I started to get worried. Then came the next announcement. "The maintenance crew needs a little more time to take care of the issue, but we still will make those connecting flights. We'll let you know as soon as we know something." I started texting family since the drive to the Nashville airport for my parents would be around 45 minutes and I didn't want them to have to wait around unnecessarily. Of course, it had been enough time that the girls really wanted to get into their backpacks and see what special prizes I had put in there for the plane ride. I had kept it simple of course, since it wasn't a long flight, I wasn't going to need that much to keep them entertained. Myles wanted down to crawl, ew gross, airport floor, but hands are washable, I guess. Then he wanted to eat, bummer, I had wanted to be able to do that on the airplane. Then the girls were getting hungry, my throat was getting more sore, my toe was throbbing, the girls had already torn through the new "toys" and the trip began to quickly unravel. Announcement after announcement came. They (Southwest) were clever though, gradually letting us down bit by bit to the moment we would find out the flight would canceled and the next airplane wasn't going to be available until 8:45. We had planned to eat with my parents in Tenneesee, I had planned to have our bags with Haydee's medicine before we ate, I had planned that one Veggie Tales DVD would be enough. Of course, I couldn't plan that there would be a foul odor in our plane's AC that would require them to take the whole thing apart only to discover, that they couldn't figure it out. So, I limped around chasing Myles trying to figure out if I should go out of the secure area to get our luggage for Haydee's meds and some dinner for our empty bellies. Small airport meant no food options within secure areas, don't like small airports so much anymore. I had debated about calling the whole thing off, and having Spencer come get us, but for many reasons, I couldn't just "give up". Finally, the whining of hunger pains won out and we ventured out to find food. Payge and Haydee didn't like all my answers for "why it was taking so long", but I tried hard to remember they are just 3 & 4 and I felt like whining waaayyy louder than them. After Payge spilled her cup of ice water all over the floor, and some shared cold, expensive pizza, we headed back to wait for the new plane. We were security line pros now, I even endured the "pat down" with a smile. The nice man from Franklin we had spoken with at the beginning saw us on the plane as he was boarding and told me, "I didn't look as tired when we started out 4 hours before." If you only knew. The plane ride went well. Only two temper-tantrums and one crying fit from Myles because of exhaustion. I tried not to join him. Of course, we got into Nashville and our gate was the furthest one away. I half-carried, half-dragged all 4 of us to my parents where I practically fell at their feet. We were here though. We made it. Once we got to their house, it had been over 9 hours of travel. Gosh darn it, I could have driven there in that amount of time!
Oh yeah, Payge and I had strep throat and that toe needed meds too. At least, I had lots of help and we had an amazing time of memories. Yes, I guess I would do it all again, but really, I pray that won't be necessary.
We went through the security line again, this time with a lot of grumbling and complaining from Payge and Haydee about having to take their shoes off again. We made it to our gate, can I just say at that moment I was grateful for small airports?
Hmm, no lines of people waiting for boarding. Do I have the right gate? Yep, right gate. Well, okay. I guess we will find a small out of the way corner and try to make sure all is accounted for and wait for the boarding call.
Soon, the first announcement over the speaker system consisted of something like; "Well, folks, maintenance is having a quick look at the AC, but don't worry, we will only be 10 minutes late and will not affect any connecting flights." I chatted a few minutes with a nice grandpa who lived in Franklin, TN which was our final destination too. Still no boarding call and I started to get worried. Then came the next announcement. "The maintenance crew needs a little more time to take care of the issue, but we still will make those connecting flights. We'll let you know as soon as we know something." I started texting family since the drive to the Nashville airport for my parents would be around 45 minutes and I didn't want them to have to wait around unnecessarily. Of course, it had been enough time that the girls really wanted to get into their backpacks and see what special prizes I had put in there for the plane ride. I had kept it simple of course, since it wasn't a long flight, I wasn't going to need that much to keep them entertained. Myles wanted down to crawl, ew gross, airport floor, but hands are washable, I guess. Then he wanted to eat, bummer, I had wanted to be able to do that on the airplane. Then the girls were getting hungry, my throat was getting more sore, my toe was throbbing, the girls had already torn through the new "toys" and the trip began to quickly unravel. Announcement after announcement came. They (Southwest) were clever though, gradually letting us down bit by bit to the moment we would find out the flight would canceled and the next airplane wasn't going to be available until 8:45. We had planned to eat with my parents in Tenneesee, I had planned to have our bags with Haydee's medicine before we ate, I had planned that one Veggie Tales DVD would be enough. Of course, I couldn't plan that there would be a foul odor in our plane's AC that would require them to take the whole thing apart only to discover, that they couldn't figure it out. So, I limped around chasing Myles trying to figure out if I should go out of the secure area to get our luggage for Haydee's meds and some dinner for our empty bellies. Small airport meant no food options within secure areas, don't like small airports so much anymore. I had debated about calling the whole thing off, and having Spencer come get us, but for many reasons, I couldn't just "give up". Finally, the whining of hunger pains won out and we ventured out to find food. Payge and Haydee didn't like all my answers for "why it was taking so long", but I tried hard to remember they are just 3 & 4 and I felt like whining waaayyy louder than them. After Payge spilled her cup of ice water all over the floor, and some shared cold, expensive pizza, we headed back to wait for the new plane. We were security line pros now, I even endured the "pat down" with a smile. The nice man from Franklin we had spoken with at the beginning saw us on the plane as he was boarding and told me, "I didn't look as tired when we started out 4 hours before." If you only knew. The plane ride went well. Only two temper-tantrums and one crying fit from Myles because of exhaustion. I tried not to join him. Of course, we got into Nashville and our gate was the furthest one away. I half-carried, half-dragged all 4 of us to my parents where I practically fell at their feet. We were here though. We made it. Once we got to their house, it had been over 9 hours of travel. Gosh darn it, I could have driven there in that amount of time!
Oh yeah, Payge and I had strep throat and that toe needed meds too. At least, I had lots of help and we had an amazing time of memories. Yes, I guess I would do it all again, but really, I pray that won't be necessary.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Springtime Trip
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| Sword fight! |
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| loose tooth |
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| Happy Birthday to you! |
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| Story time with grandma |
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| Morning exercise |
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| Tea Party |
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| Walk downtown |
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| Simply Devune! |
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| Car picnic |
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| Four generations |
The first 8 hours (part 1)
WARNING: this blog post contains no warm fuzzy moments or cute pictures, just a series or horribly funny events happening to a woman traveling alone with three small children. Do not read if you are about to embark on plane travel, it might make you stay up late worrying about what might happen to you.
If you've read my blog for awhile or have known us for more than a couple of years you know that we travel, a lot, considering we have such young kids. Mostly, our trips revolve around seeing family or fulfilling a family trip, but we have certainly had our share of misadventures and I would recommend strongly to never, ever take more than a 2 hour flight with children under the age of two. I've missed flights, experienced delays, endured 2 hours of in-flight screaming (more than once), and a certainly had other stressful moments, but this last trip takes the cake.
A few weeks ago now, I took Myles to Colorado to visit my sister and had a fairly easy go, in-spite of the first flight being cancelled and having to leave the next day. Security was tricky,but let's admit, unless you are traveling with no shoes and no bag, it is a juggle. I considered this my dry run, before the scheduled trip with all three kids alone to Tennessee.
The night I got back from Colorado, Haydee started complaining about her stomach being upset, little did I know the whole week in-between trips I would be spending almost one whole night in the ER with her, hours of cleaning up puke and other bodily functions, three hours in the doctors office with all three kids trying to get her to drink Pedialite, and then the moment she felt better Payge would take her turn. The week was spent in haze of vitamins and prayer hoping we would still be able to make our trip. I honestly would have canceled, but my grandma was visiting in Tennessee all the way from California and I really wanted her to meet Myles and see the girls. The day of our scheduled flight everyone seemed better; my throat was killing me and I had an horribly infected toe (maybe TMI, but its part of the story), but "gosh darn it!" we were going on this trip.
I had hoped to have Spencer take us to the airport, but he wasn't able to get off. So, a friend who has babysat for us was glad to earn a little extra money and drive up with me, so I didn't have to park and then try to transport all our luggage and the kids to the check-in alone. This was a smart idea, because even with help I was a sweaty, exhausted mess when we arrived to the ticket counter. I had Myles in the Bijorn to aid in the transportation, the girls, three bags plus a diaper bag, laptop, and two small backpacks that the girls were carrying. Immediately, I asked for assistance to get our boarding passes and luggage checked since I was going to need an infant boarding pass and such. The lady at the counter wanted to know if I had the "little one's" birth certificate. I didn't, honestly, I haven't even sent for it yet. I had his SS card though, would that work? She gave me a long hard look, and said she could not issue me a boarding pass for him, since I had no proof of his age. I explained I had just used this airline, at this airport the week before without any question, coming or going, without proof of his age. I mean, I know people might take advantage of the system, but he certainly looks older than 14 days and younger than two. She spent five minutes typing and grimacing acting as if she was not going to grant me the boarding pass. Finally, she did and we proceeded. Then, due to a large gift I had packed one of my check-ons was overweight. She allowed me a chance to shift things, but you can imagine how tricky that was. My hands full and Myles hanging in the front carrier, I put everything down and started repacking. Finally, after a couple trips to the baggage security area, we were ready to head through security. I had dreaded this part, but I figured we would just take it slow and we'd be okay. We were doing just fine until I realized my wallet was not in the diaper bag. Oh boy, don't panic, but I did a little. In the back of my mind I could vaguely remember setting it down to repack the bags. CRAP! A very helpful TSA lady made a call for me and yes they found it at the ticketing counter, but they were too busy to have someone bring it so I would have to go back up through the security line, since I had not cleared the final security checkpoint. Shoes half on, carryons hanging on every arm and Myles somewhat secure in my arms since I had to take off the Bijorn to go through the xray machine machine.
If you've read my blog for awhile or have known us for more than a couple of years you know that we travel, a lot, considering we have such young kids. Mostly, our trips revolve around seeing family or fulfilling a family trip, but we have certainly had our share of misadventures and I would recommend strongly to never, ever take more than a 2 hour flight with children under the age of two. I've missed flights, experienced delays, endured 2 hours of in-flight screaming (more than once), and a certainly had other stressful moments, but this last trip takes the cake.
A few weeks ago now, I took Myles to Colorado to visit my sister and had a fairly easy go, in-spite of the first flight being cancelled and having to leave the next day. Security was tricky,but let's admit, unless you are traveling with no shoes and no bag, it is a juggle. I considered this my dry run, before the scheduled trip with all three kids alone to Tennessee.
The night I got back from Colorado, Haydee started complaining about her stomach being upset, little did I know the whole week in-between trips I would be spending almost one whole night in the ER with her, hours of cleaning up puke and other bodily functions, three hours in the doctors office with all three kids trying to get her to drink Pedialite, and then the moment she felt better Payge would take her turn. The week was spent in haze of vitamins and prayer hoping we would still be able to make our trip. I honestly would have canceled, but my grandma was visiting in Tennessee all the way from California and I really wanted her to meet Myles and see the girls. The day of our scheduled flight everyone seemed better; my throat was killing me and I had an horribly infected toe (maybe TMI, but its part of the story), but "gosh darn it!" we were going on this trip.
I had hoped to have Spencer take us to the airport, but he wasn't able to get off. So, a friend who has babysat for us was glad to earn a little extra money and drive up with me, so I didn't have to park and then try to transport all our luggage and the kids to the check-in alone. This was a smart idea, because even with help I was a sweaty, exhausted mess when we arrived to the ticket counter. I had Myles in the Bijorn to aid in the transportation, the girls, three bags plus a diaper bag, laptop, and two small backpacks that the girls were carrying. Immediately, I asked for assistance to get our boarding passes and luggage checked since I was going to need an infant boarding pass and such. The lady at the counter wanted to know if I had the "little one's" birth certificate. I didn't, honestly, I haven't even sent for it yet. I had his SS card though, would that work? She gave me a long hard look, and said she could not issue me a boarding pass for him, since I had no proof of his age. I explained I had just used this airline, at this airport the week before without any question, coming or going, without proof of his age. I mean, I know people might take advantage of the system, but he certainly looks older than 14 days and younger than two. She spent five minutes typing and grimacing acting as if she was not going to grant me the boarding pass. Finally, she did and we proceeded. Then, due to a large gift I had packed one of my check-ons was overweight. She allowed me a chance to shift things, but you can imagine how tricky that was. My hands full and Myles hanging in the front carrier, I put everything down and started repacking. Finally, after a couple trips to the baggage security area, we were ready to head through security. I had dreaded this part, but I figured we would just take it slow and we'd be okay. We were doing just fine until I realized my wallet was not in the diaper bag. Oh boy, don't panic, but I did a little. In the back of my mind I could vaguely remember setting it down to repack the bags. CRAP! A very helpful TSA lady made a call for me and yes they found it at the ticketing counter, but they were too busy to have someone bring it so I would have to go back up through the security line, since I had not cleared the final security checkpoint. Shoes half on, carryons hanging on every arm and Myles somewhat secure in my arms since I had to take off the Bijorn to go through the xray machine machine.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
How does your garden grow?
Can I just say I love the Target dollar spot? I go through withdrawal if I don't get a chance to check ours out once a week. Of course, this is a very dangerous area, as I can easily spend all my month's mad money in one trip. I usually find fun things for the girls and if I am really lucky I find educational workbooks that they love to do. Which they call "racing" books.
Anyway, the other day I found little pots and seed packets to start an herb garden. Last year none of our plants survived; either the ridiculous heat, being very pregnant, bugs or my not-so-green thumb. Most likely, the later. I wanted to have both girls help start our garden this year with the hopes that we have some better success if we grow our own seedlings to transplant. Haydee was so sick she couldn't join us on the first step, but we've got a lot ahead of us. Payge had so much fun helping me. I admit, I really am enjoying the fun of "4". She is full of questions, which often drive me to the point of insanity, but I love doing preschool projects with her and seeing her expand her world.
I am believing for future posts to show off how well our garden grows!
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