Thursday, September 20, 2012

Happy Birthday Reese {the terrible 2's have arrived}

 Happy 2nd Birthday Reese!

I was going to go on and on about how I can't believe she is 2, but then I admitted to myself that I
don't remember what life was like before her. It actually feels like she has been part of our lives for a lot longer than 2 years.

I laugh when I think back to 2 years ago when we were headed to the hospital to be induced. I was confident that I was ready. I had read, and read, and for good measure I had read some more. Plus I was huge, hot, and ready for pregnancy to come to an end.. When I saw her sweet face 14 hours after being induced I instantly knew that I wasn't prepared. Two days later when they let us take her home I wanted to stay at the hospital. At the hospital somebody was there around the clock to be sure she was breathing. When we got home I cried and wanted Adam to watch her breath while I slept.

I now know that there is absolutely no way to be prepared to bring home your first baby. It is a life changing moment that can't be described.

I also laugh when I look at her coming home outfit. The flower/bow was as big as she was....but we all know the saying....the bigger the bow the better the momma:) I love that outfit. It hangs in her room now and every time I look at it I think about squeezing her into it just to relive the moment.
 This is my FAVORITE picture of that day. So sweet.

Now she and her daddy enjoy kicking back and watching football on Saturdays.
If you look close you can see she is holding a box of Winchester shotgun shells. Just the type girl I hoped she'd be when I ordered that coming home outfit with the extra large flower accessory. 
Last night we asked her what she wanted to eat for her birthday dinner and she said, "pop-cic" and that's exactly what she'll get. A popsicle with a side of strawberry cupcakes and a cup of "mook" because being the birthday girl only comes one day a year. 

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Sick Day

It's Reese's birthday week and it's not off to a good start. She's been off and on congested for 3 weeks. I am 100% sure it is because she is cutting roughly 20 teeth all at once. Her eye teeth (is that the technical name?) seem to be causing the most problems. Monday morning she refused to let go of me. I tried to put on my makeup while holding her limp in my arms and soon decided it would be one of those days that a student told me in no uncertain terms that I did not look good. Which really, there is nothing that will give you a self confidence boost like a teenager pointing out how bad you look.

So after I tried to put her in her car seat and she cried, "mommy hold juuu peasssss" I decided we would spend the day at home. She started running a fever and slept most of the day while I ate rotel dip and watched Paula Deen. It really was a beautiful thing. Except the part about my baby snoring like a 400lb man with sleep apnea.

I reluctantly took her to the doctor (Because nothing says rookie momma like taking your baby to the dr and being told she is perfectly fine) and thank goodness I did. My diagnosis was inaccurate. I did the walk of shame as we left the doctors office with 2 prescriptions and an ear infection. I officially won the title of Mother of the Year.

My favorite part of visiting the doctor is when she insist on playing with the germy toys and then starts biting her fingernails. It helps me to look at the bright side of things- at least we aren't as sick today as we will be tomorrow. :)

Adam called this morning to say his boss that he was with all day yesterday threw up all night and had to go to the urgent care this morning. Can we all please have a moment of silence and ask the sweet Lord not to allow us to get the virus and have to cancel the pony party on Saturday. That would single handedly bring me to my knees. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Dear Fall, I'm so glad you're back in my life

Well. I'm officially a ripe, old 27 year old.

Just kidding. About it being ripe and old. I'm not kidding about being 27. Somebody asked me Thursday how old I was and I had to count on my fingers to be sure. Which should make all of you thankful that I don't teach math. 

Back to forgetting my age. Isn't that weird? Do you do that sometimes? What's even weirder (I know that isn't a word but it's the way I would say it if I were talking to you face to face) is when it hits me that I have a 2 year old. I don't feel old enough to have a 2 year old. I feel more 21 year old. Except at 21 I didn't have a mortgage, husband, or baby.

Never mind, I don't feel 21.


Thursday morning to start off my birthday I had the following conversation with Reese:
Me: Reese did you sleep good last night?
Reese: Nooooo
Me: Why?
Reese: Baby cry

And she was right. She had cried off and on all night long. I can't imagine why because she was either on top of me or laying with her arms wrapped around my neck all night long. Yet she still feels the need to complain. I don't understand it.

To celebrate we (Big Daddy, D.D., Uncle G, MeeMaw, and PeePaw) all went to Yume for Japanese. It's important that you know that my parents don't branch out and eat new things. Branching out to them means eating Outback instead of Lonestar. They are people with boring simple palates. When we sat down at the table my daddy looked around and said, "you've GOT to be kidding me." I feel like it's safe to say they won't be regular constituents of Yume (or any other non-steakhouse restaurant). But then again this is a man that started drinking Mountain Dew a few years ago to cut down on his caffeine intake. He's a strange little man.

 The highlight of my birthday for Reese was getting to see "Onk G" and getting a ride.

D.D. brought delicious red velvet and key lime cupcakes that I ate a staggering 1 of because yesterday I turned the oven on to preheat and 10 minutes later Adam discovered that my little box of cupcakes had almost gone up in flames. Sadly they were melted to a non-edible state.

Friday night we went to the first Central, or Clay Central, or what ever we are going to call it football game. Reese loved it. The band seemed to be her favorite. Her BFF Addie was behind us and was talking while the band played so Reese turned around and said, "Addie hush." We've got some work to do on our manners.

I waited till Saturday to give myself my birthday present. I got up, cleaned the house, put rotel in the crock pot, lit my fall candle, turned on the first football game I could find, and put out my fall decorations. I give myself this same gift of decorating the house the weekend after my birthday every year because it makes my heart happy. Then we loaded up and went to Adam and Adrianne's for the game. I didn't see a play of the game because I was busy catching up with friends and making sure Reese was sharing with Blakely and Sarah. I heard Auburn is going to be slightly less than good this year, but I don't really care because my love for Auburn is more than football deep. I love the town and the atmosphere and apparently so do all the other Auburn fans or we would have broken up with them last year.

Blakely still has a paci and Reese was real jealous.  When Blakely would cry Reese would put her paci in her mouth.

Hopefully I'll make it back to the blog sooner rather than later, but I can't make any promises. My mother starts pestering me about it if I don't blog consistently. As if she doesn't get to see the girl everyday;)