Why do I have to go and ruin my own fun?
I am home alone this evening. Aaaaahhhh how sweet it is. I am going to check my e-mail and then put on a movie. Chris has taken Mckenzee on a date to Build-a-Bear for her Valentine Puppy and I am staying here. I am so looking forward to my evening alone. I am going to curl up on the couch with a very soft blanket.
I go to set the alarm before I get comfy and the door to the garage is standing open.
Goosebumps.
Deep breath.
There is an explanation for this, just think.
Heart racing.
Calm down.
Okay, we throw Mckenzee's diapers out there and I must not have shut it all the way one time.
I go back to the computer.
I hear footsteps.
It's all in your head. It's all in your head. It's all in your head.
I bravely go check the living room...the kitchen.
I am safe.
I keep hearing things.
Why did this happen on my night off??!!!
Get control of yourself.
Blog about it.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Why Do I Wake Up My Child?
It's something I continue to do knowingly, not wanting to, but still doing all the same. I go in to check on her during her nap. I notice that she has wiggled out from under her blanket. I want to cover her back up. I know if I cover her up she will wake up. I know this because she almost always wakes up when I cover her. I resist the temptation, and I leave, only to come back a few minutes later and give in and cover up my baby so she will be snuggly warm. I leave the room, my job is done, I feel content. As soon as I close the door...Momma!
note: this picture is from when she was so sick and I was putting her clean sheets back on her bed because she had thrown up on them and she just laid down in the floor and went to sleep. Poor baby.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
You Get What YOU GAVE Your Momma
On the days when Mckenzee is completely wild and bratty. When she is so very particular about her socks and shoes. When she wants her food arranged just right. When she wants to not be touched or looked at. When she insists on stacking the blocks just so. When she doesn't want anyone to bother her blanket. When she wants to put her necklaces on all by herself. When she screams at the doctor as soon as she walks in the door. When she is impatient. When she loves to run and scream. When she only wants her Momma. I need look no further than myself to answer why.
Monday, January 14, 2008
On the Run
Looking for a place to stash it
Getting CaughtOld Story
So, I haven't been able to think of anything I wanted to blog about lately so I decided to tell and old story of a very hard night and morning we had with Mckenzee.
I think she was about 5 months old and having her first ear infection. We didn't know at the time that she had an ear infection, we just knew she wouldn't sleep. So Chris and I had been up most of the night with her taking turns holding her on the couch. I was still nursing so I had had more awake time than sleep time and less sleep time than Chris. When the going gets tough I am all for offering the boob.
Anyway, so a lot of the time in the night she would just cry and cry and cry and we couldn't do anything for her. It was those times when we would switch because we were so worn out from trying everything we knew and hearing the crying.
It was early that morning around 5 or 6 am and she was asleep and Chris had come to check on us in the living room. He successfully transferred her to her bed and we went to bed ourselves.
When Chris got in the bed he said, "Dang it! Macy peed in the bed." I said, "Are you sure?" (she hasn't peed in the bed since she was a little puppy) He said, "Nope, its throw up." Yuck. So, this throw up is on the very edge of the bed on his side so we decide to clean it up temporarily with a baby wipe and deal with the sheet changing later. We so bad just want to sleep.
We go into Mckenzee's room to get some wipes and I kick over a toy.
She wakes up.
Pisser.
We take her to our bed and I lay her down next to me to try and get her back to sleep. Macy is still in the bed too and she is up by Chris in between us. Oh, no...she is going to throw up again. Chris reaches out to catch it and he gets ALMOST all of it, EXCEPT for the part that gets in Kenzee's hair. A lot of things I could let be at this point in my sleeplessness, but not dog vomit on my baby, so I take her into the bathroom and hold her over the sink and wash it out.
In the meantime, she has pooped her diaper. I take her into her room to change her while Chris is cleaning up the dog throw up and taking Macy outside. When I take her diaper off she pees all over herself.
You know how the waterproof changing pad is waterproof? Well, that just means the pee goes all the way up their back. I am going to cry now. I just wipe her off and carry her to the bathtub and start the water. Chris comes in and asks what has happened and all I can tell him is that I think I am going to go crazy.
He takes over and I go and lay down on the couch. He called in to work and let me sleep for and hour and a half.
Wonderful husband. Hell of a morning.
I think she was about 5 months old and having her first ear infection. We didn't know at the time that she had an ear infection, we just knew she wouldn't sleep. So Chris and I had been up most of the night with her taking turns holding her on the couch. I was still nursing so I had had more awake time than sleep time and less sleep time than Chris. When the going gets tough I am all for offering the boob.
Anyway, so a lot of the time in the night she would just cry and cry and cry and we couldn't do anything for her. It was those times when we would switch because we were so worn out from trying everything we knew and hearing the crying.
It was early that morning around 5 or 6 am and she was asleep and Chris had come to check on us in the living room. He successfully transferred her to her bed and we went to bed ourselves.
When Chris got in the bed he said, "Dang it! Macy peed in the bed." I said, "Are you sure?" (she hasn't peed in the bed since she was a little puppy) He said, "Nope, its throw up." Yuck. So, this throw up is on the very edge of the bed on his side so we decide to clean it up temporarily with a baby wipe and deal with the sheet changing later. We so bad just want to sleep.
We go into Mckenzee's room to get some wipes and I kick over a toy.
She wakes up.
Pisser.
We take her to our bed and I lay her down next to me to try and get her back to sleep. Macy is still in the bed too and she is up by Chris in between us. Oh, no...she is going to throw up again. Chris reaches out to catch it and he gets ALMOST all of it, EXCEPT for the part that gets in Kenzee's hair. A lot of things I could let be at this point in my sleeplessness, but not dog vomit on my baby, so I take her into the bathroom and hold her over the sink and wash it out.
In the meantime, she has pooped her diaper. I take her into her room to change her while Chris is cleaning up the dog throw up and taking Macy outside. When I take her diaper off she pees all over herself.
You know how the waterproof changing pad is waterproof? Well, that just means the pee goes all the way up their back. I am going to cry now. I just wipe her off and carry her to the bathtub and start the water. Chris comes in and asks what has happened and all I can tell him is that I think I am going to go crazy.
He takes over and I go and lay down on the couch. He called in to work and let me sleep for and hour and a half.
Wonderful husband. Hell of a morning.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
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