I have a confession.
I'm one of those moms.
The kind that thinks mullets are cute...even on my little girl.
I believe the "Rat Tail"-type mullet is an official mullet, isn't it?
Well, check this out.
Living, learning, loving...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
My Sweet Girl
Just thought I'd share another new favorite pic of our favorite sweet little girl.
I love her new Trumpette shoe/socks. These look like ballerina slippers with little bows on them! Girl stuff is just sooooo fun!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Amoxicillin for everyone!
I finally gave in. I was holding out all hope and belief that my body was just going to fight off this nastiness inside. But when I woke up for the third Monday morning in a row feeling snotty, stuffy, coughy, and yucky, the first thing I did was call my doctor.
On Sunday I had felt a good bit better. Unfortunately, I didn't give it much of a chance, having already committed to running 8 miles (my friend and I are still training for this half marathon that I'm not actually running). After church and lunch, I laced up my shoes and hit the pavement for a good hour and a half. When I arrived home afterwards, I was whooped and couldn't even stand to take a shower; I just sat on the floor and let the water hit me.
We also had a baby shower to attend so rest wasn't in the picture until after we had put Ella down for the night. I fell asleep on the floor in her nursery while Brandon was laying her in her crib. He had to pick me up and put me in bed, too. We were both out by 9pm.
On Monday afternoon, I went to see my doctor who took one listen to my breathing and said, "Whoa! That's Bronchitis...and it's bad. I can't believe you were even able to run 8 miles yesterday." (That's probably why I felt like death would have been more pleasant afterwards).
So...back to Publix for Mommy's Amoxicillin.
It's the new fad drug of the Berry Household. Everyone's doin' it. Except Brandon, but he probably needs to, too.
Off to wipe my and ella's noses.
On Sunday I had felt a good bit better. Unfortunately, I didn't give it much of a chance, having already committed to running 8 miles (my friend and I are still training for this half marathon that I'm not actually running). After church and lunch, I laced up my shoes and hit the pavement for a good hour and a half. When I arrived home afterwards, I was whooped and couldn't even stand to take a shower; I just sat on the floor and let the water hit me.
We also had a baby shower to attend so rest wasn't in the picture until after we had put Ella down for the night. I fell asleep on the floor in her nursery while Brandon was laying her in her crib. He had to pick me up and put me in bed, too. We were both out by 9pm.
On Monday afternoon, I went to see my doctor who took one listen to my breathing and said, "Whoa! That's Bronchitis...and it's bad. I can't believe you were even able to run 8 miles yesterday." (That's probably why I felt like death would have been more pleasant afterwards).
So...back to Publix for Mommy's Amoxicillin.
It's the new fad drug of the Berry Household. Everyone's doin' it. Except Brandon, but he probably needs to, too.
Off to wipe my and ella's noses.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Sick Baby, Sick Mama
Well, Ella got sick for the first time in her short life. Sick enough for me to call the doctor, at least. She's had a runny nose before and one time sounded like a little froggy when she babbled, but this was different.
Baby Daddy was out of town at a conference in Atlanta. Thursday night Ella and I had some girlfriends over for dinner and laughs. We went to bed pretty early, and (both of us) slept through the night. But at 7 when I went in to get my babbling baby girl, she felt hot. Really hot. She's a hot body baby by nature, but this was different. I took her temperature 100.1. Not too bad. I gave her some baby Tylenol, fed her and we snuggled in the bed until about 10. I was not feeling too hot, either, and had a dry mouth from keeping it open to breathe all night because my nose was stuffed up. At 10:30, I checked her temperature again. 101.7. Yikes. More Tylenol at 11 and more food. Then I called and left a message for our nurse.
She called back around 12:45 while Ella was napping...they were really busy that day, but she worked us in for 1:30. On the way there, she was burning up. I layed my hands on her head and prayed and commanded that fever to leave her body. Dr. Dobson checked E baby out and said that the fever was gone, but she had a double ear infection! Yuck. Luckily, Publix has FREE Amoxicillin. So we were on our way home to snuggle some more. And I'm gonna lay my hands on those ears and do the same thing I did with that fever.
After a mutual nap on the couch and some dinner, we took a luke warm bath with bubbles and plenty of toys to keep our attention. I put her down around 8:30 and she slept for maybe 20 minutes before waking up crying. I decided it was a sleep with Mommy night. She snuggled in as close as she could to me and we were both out by 9. I woke up sweating at 1, so I put her back in her crib and we both got some better rest. This morning we woke up both feeling a little bit better, but we're ready for Baby Daddy to come home.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
Baby Daddy was out of town at a conference in Atlanta. Thursday night Ella and I had some girlfriends over for dinner and laughs. We went to bed pretty early, and (both of us) slept through the night. But at 7 when I went in to get my babbling baby girl, she felt hot. Really hot. She's a hot body baby by nature, but this was different. I took her temperature 100.1. Not too bad. I gave her some baby Tylenol, fed her and we snuggled in the bed until about 10. I was not feeling too hot, either, and had a dry mouth from keeping it open to breathe all night because my nose was stuffed up. At 10:30, I checked her temperature again. 101.7. Yikes. More Tylenol at 11 and more food. Then I called and left a message for our nurse.
She called back around 12:45 while Ella was napping...they were really busy that day, but she worked us in for 1:30. On the way there, she was burning up. I layed my hands on her head and prayed and commanded that fever to leave her body. Dr. Dobson checked E baby out and said that the fever was gone, but she had a double ear infection! Yuck. Luckily, Publix has FREE Amoxicillin. So we were on our way home to snuggle some more. And I'm gonna lay my hands on those ears and do the same thing I did with that fever.
After a mutual nap on the couch and some dinner, we took a luke warm bath with bubbles and plenty of toys to keep our attention. I put her down around 8:30 and she slept for maybe 20 minutes before waking up crying. I decided it was a sleep with Mommy night. She snuggled in as close as she could to me and we were both out by 9. I woke up sweating at 1, so I put her back in her crib and we both got some better rest. This morning we woke up both feeling a little bit better, but we're ready for Baby Daddy to come home.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Hot Mama
Dear hubby has pulled out a card that I have never seen him play..."Babe, why don't you go out and spend some money to buy some clothes that will make you feel hot again." (And he didn't mean august-in-south-carolina hot...he meant super-sexy-wifey-with-a-little-bit-of-sass-that-i-married hot). Obviously he knew that I was feeling a little frustrated with my look these days.
Now, if you're a Berry woman or a pastor's wife or living on one salary while you stay home with the kids, you know beyond all doubts that if you hear your husband say that you,
1) Check to see if you're sleeping. Slap yourself or give yourself a good pinch to make sure this isn't some wonderful dream that you'll soon be woken out of by the sound of the baby screaming through the monitor.
2) Once you make sure that you are actually living this experience out, don't ask questions. Especially if they have the words "limit" or "budget" in them.
3) Run, don't walk, to the car. Cell phone in hand, set up the babysitter last minute who will take care of precious baby girl so you can shop ALONE! (Note: this is almost as wonderful as the fact that you have permission to shop in the first place).
4) Once the baby is dropped off and the car is parked and you've actually made it into the store do not, I repeat...DO NOT go over to the baby/kids/mens section. Whatever you do. This is not time to shop for them. It's time for you. Even if you see something out of the corner of your eye that would be just precious on your little one...resist the temptation.
5) If you're like me and still can't get those last 15 pounds to drop, don't fool yourself by going for your pre-baby size. If you fit into your pre-baby clothes, you wouldn't have to be here in the first place. You have plenty of wonderful and practically brand-new pre-baby clothes that are waiting for you to fit in them. Notice I said "fit" not "squeeze into ever so uncomfortably". Go ahead and throw out all thoughts of sizes...just figure out what looks right on your now, ahem...different, more mature, body.
6) If at first you don't succeed, try, try again! Sometimes it takes a few trips around a store/mall/outlet center to find that right combination of cute, classy, and good-fitting. Don't be afraid to do one last once-over after you hand all of your clothes back to the fitting room attendant with a curt, "Not this time" to her "did everything work for you?" question.
7) Make sure to give hubby a fun fashion show with your new digs. Even if it's just one new shirt, let him know how great you feel for having the freedom to shop. (Don't forget to pick up that baby, too!)
I know he doesn't actually read our blog, but I want to thank my hubby for allowing me some fun girly shop time this week. It was much needed and appreciated!
Note: No budgets were harmed in this experiment. Gift cards and other sources of income were used to help purchase new clothing. Likewise, there will be an expected small revenue expected from the eventual sale of these clothing items at a garage sale as hopefully they will be too big for the author to wear anymore.
Now, if you're a Berry woman or a pastor's wife or living on one salary while you stay home with the kids, you know beyond all doubts that if you hear your husband say that you,
1) Check to see if you're sleeping. Slap yourself or give yourself a good pinch to make sure this isn't some wonderful dream that you'll soon be woken out of by the sound of the baby screaming through the monitor.
2) Once you make sure that you are actually living this experience out, don't ask questions. Especially if they have the words "limit" or "budget" in them.
3) Run, don't walk, to the car. Cell phone in hand, set up the babysitter last minute who will take care of precious baby girl so you can shop ALONE! (Note: this is almost as wonderful as the fact that you have permission to shop in the first place).
4) Once the baby is dropped off and the car is parked and you've actually made it into the store do not, I repeat...DO NOT go over to the baby/kids/mens section. Whatever you do. This is not time to shop for them. It's time for you. Even if you see something out of the corner of your eye that would be just precious on your little one...resist the temptation.
5) If you're like me and still can't get those last 15 pounds to drop, don't fool yourself by going for your pre-baby size. If you fit into your pre-baby clothes, you wouldn't have to be here in the first place. You have plenty of wonderful and practically brand-new pre-baby clothes that are waiting for you to fit in them. Notice I said "fit" not "squeeze into ever so uncomfortably". Go ahead and throw out all thoughts of sizes...just figure out what looks right on your now, ahem...different, more mature, body.
6) If at first you don't succeed, try, try again! Sometimes it takes a few trips around a store/mall/outlet center to find that right combination of cute, classy, and good-fitting. Don't be afraid to do one last once-over after you hand all of your clothes back to the fitting room attendant with a curt, "Not this time" to her "did everything work for you?" question.
7) Make sure to give hubby a fun fashion show with your new digs. Even if it's just one new shirt, let him know how great you feel for having the freedom to shop. (Don't forget to pick up that baby, too!)
I know he doesn't actually read our blog, but I want to thank my hubby for allowing me some fun girly shop time this week. It was much needed and appreciated!
Note: No budgets were harmed in this experiment. Gift cards and other sources of income were used to help purchase new clothing. Likewise, there will be an expected small revenue expected from the eventual sale of these clothing items at a garage sale as hopefully they will be too big for the author to wear anymore.
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