I feel like life is lived by waiting on the next event. This past year and a half (almost) has been the happiest of my life, but it’s as though we’re always waiting on the next trip, vacation, family visit, etc. I just wish we could ignore the impending and thoroughly enjoy the now. My baby is growing up fast before my eyes…she’s already saying “thank you” and “uh-oh,” knows what a “kissy” is, knows what to do to put her jacket on. She runs and screams with delight. She loves the outdoors and cries when we have to come inside. She already knows and understands so much. I just want to be able to observe her more, to make thousands of mental notes about every move she makes just so I will never forget. I want to remember every smile, every tear, every laugh, every hug, every kiss, every everything.
Life, in essence, is just too damn fast.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The Weather
Just a quick post to tell y'all how EFFING BEAUTIFUL this weekend has been! It was nearly 70 yesterday and 77 today.
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This was last weekend, if you can believe it. We got nearly 12 inches after it was all said and done!!
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This was last weekend, if you can believe it. We got nearly 12 inches after it was all said and done!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
SNOW DAY!!!
The hubs and I are the only two idiots in the state to be excited about all this snow. Over 10 INCHES, to be precise. The munchkin's daycare is closed, and neither of us had to go to work.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Florida and "The Sickness"
Hello hello.
Florida was fun. The drive down wasn't bad at all. We left that Friday night around 9:00pm and got to Savannah sometime that next morning. We dropped the dogs off at the hubs' uncle's house and went to see his grandmother at the assisted living facility. While we were there, the hubs' aunt called and said the mongrels got out. We flew back to their neighborhood (only about 2 blocks away), and the first mutt we spied was Panda way off in the distance traipsing through someone's yard. A glance down a second street found Trace. We pulled up to his uncle's house still missing three dogs, one of which, Spot, ran off last year. We hopped out of the truck and looked down the street and suddenly saw the three of them walking down the street in pack. The hubs ran down, but they had already turned off into someone's yard. He got down there, and a guy was playing with them waiting on the hubs. Effing dogs, I swear. If there is one piece of advice that I can give you, it's don't have five dogs.
But I love the bastards.
After Savannah, we headed to Florida and arrived just before 6:00 that Saturday evening. We were so effing exhausted that we went to bed at 8:00. The munchkin, at that point, had a cough and the sniffles. It only escalated through the week. Tuesday night she had a low-grade fever and woke up every 15-20 minutes, and by 4:00am she threw up all over me, herself, and the bed. That morning I called the dr, and they gave me the same shit about using a vaporizer. HELLO, MOTHER FUCKERS. I have been using this shit every single day for two full weeks, and she's not improving. "Well, you can't bring her in. You're in Florida." They have hospitals and doctors in Florida, you twit. They finally decided to call in an antibiotic for her. I don't like medicating her, but damn, she was getting worse. Three days of low-grade fever and five days of meds later and she was still feeling like crap. We didn't do anything while in Florida until Friday. The munchkin was feeling better (the hubs was feeling quite sick at this point), so we went to the Palm Beach Zoo. It was the munchkin's first time, and she seemed to really enjoy herself aside from not feeling 100%. We left on Saturday at around 4:00 and got home Sunday at 9:30am. All in all, we did have a good time. It was very relaxing, and I got to lay out by the pool every single day. It made me miss the south and the heat even more.
The munchkin is FINALLY getting better, I guess. We took her to the dr two Mondays ago, and he said her chest sounded great (I was super worried about bronchitis or pneumonia). Thursday, however, we took a few steps back. She had a low fever all day, and around 7:00, it was up to 103.8. I had just given her Tylenol, so we waited about 20 minutes to see if it started to go down before we went to the ER. The fever definitely started going down, so we went to bed. At 2am, it was back up to 102, so I laid awake feeling her constantly. At 3am, I gave her more Tylenol and fell asleep. When I woke at 6am, she was covered in sweat and was a cool 97.7. Thank God. The hubs stayed home with her that day, and her fever never returned. The nasty runny nose is officially back, though, and she still has a cough.
IS THIS NEVER-ENDING, SWEET JESUS?!?
Florida was fun. The drive down wasn't bad at all. We left that Friday night around 9:00pm and got to Savannah sometime that next morning. We dropped the dogs off at the hubs' uncle's house and went to see his grandmother at the assisted living facility. While we were there, the hubs' aunt called and said the mongrels got out. We flew back to their neighborhood (only about 2 blocks away), and the first mutt we spied was Panda way off in the distance traipsing through someone's yard. A glance down a second street found Trace. We pulled up to his uncle's house still missing three dogs, one of which, Spot, ran off last year. We hopped out of the truck and looked down the street and suddenly saw the three of them walking down the street in pack. The hubs ran down, but they had already turned off into someone's yard. He got down there, and a guy was playing with them waiting on the hubs. Effing dogs, I swear. If there is one piece of advice that I can give you, it's don't have five dogs.
But I love the bastards.
After Savannah, we headed to Florida and arrived just before 6:00 that Saturday evening. We were so effing exhausted that we went to bed at 8:00. The munchkin, at that point, had a cough and the sniffles. It only escalated through the week. Tuesday night she had a low-grade fever and woke up every 15-20 minutes, and by 4:00am she threw up all over me, herself, and the bed. That morning I called the dr, and they gave me the same shit about using a vaporizer. HELLO, MOTHER FUCKERS. I have been using this shit every single day for two full weeks, and she's not improving. "Well, you can't bring her in. You're in Florida." They have hospitals and doctors in Florida, you twit. They finally decided to call in an antibiotic for her. I don't like medicating her, but damn, she was getting worse. Three days of low-grade fever and five days of meds later and she was still feeling like crap. We didn't do anything while in Florida until Friday. The munchkin was feeling better (the hubs was feeling quite sick at this point), so we went to the Palm Beach Zoo. It was the munchkin's first time, and she seemed to really enjoy herself aside from not feeling 100%. We left on Saturday at around 4:00 and got home Sunday at 9:30am. All in all, we did have a good time. It was very relaxing, and I got to lay out by the pool every single day. It made me miss the south and the heat even more.
The munchkin is FINALLY getting better, I guess. We took her to the dr two Mondays ago, and he said her chest sounded great (I was super worried about bronchitis or pneumonia). Thursday, however, we took a few steps back. She had a low fever all day, and around 7:00, it was up to 103.8. I had just given her Tylenol, so we waited about 20 minutes to see if it started to go down before we went to the ER. The fever definitely started going down, so we went to bed. At 2am, it was back up to 102, so I laid awake feeling her constantly. At 3am, I gave her more Tylenol and fell asleep. When I woke at 6am, she was covered in sweat and was a cool 97.7. Thank God. The hubs stayed home with her that day, and her fever never returned. The nasty runny nose is officially back, though, and she still has a cough.
IS THIS NEVER-ENDING, SWEET JESUS?!?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Public Service Announcement
If you decide to take a shit in the one-room bathroom at work where there are only three other people who use that toilet, please, for God's sake, clean out the mother fucking toilet. That's why there's a toilet brush right next to the pot. No one wants to see track marks when they walk in. The smell is bad enough.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Quick update
Tonight we begin our 17-hour trek to Florida. The forecast...mid-70s to 80s all next week. Thank the sweet Lord. I'll be thinking about all of you while I'm sitting in the hot tub with a drink in hand watching the munchkin frolic in the water. Man, am I ready for this vacay!
The munchkin is fighting the cold still. What is it with kids and colds that they produce more snot than an adult does in an entire year? Thankfully she's used to the nasal aspirator now. She'll even tilt her head back when she sees it coming.
Daycare is getting better. Yesterday she didn't even cry when I left, and they told the hubs that she did VERY well. The only issue is that she just will not nap for very long. The first couple of days she napped for like an hour and 45 minutes. Yesterday it was only 35 minutes. Does anyone recommend anything? The only time she really takes a good nap is when she's curled up with the hubs or me.
And did you hear about boyfriend? I'm gonna have to spank him. :)
I hope to have a post mid-vacay next week, but if I don't, y'all have a good one!
The munchkin is fighting the cold still. What is it with kids and colds that they produce more snot than an adult does in an entire year? Thankfully she's used to the nasal aspirator now. She'll even tilt her head back when she sees it coming.
Daycare is getting better. Yesterday she didn't even cry when I left, and they told the hubs that she did VERY well. The only issue is that she just will not nap for very long. The first couple of days she napped for like an hour and 45 minutes. Yesterday it was only 35 minutes. Does anyone recommend anything? The only time she really takes a good nap is when she's curled up with the hubs or me.
And did you hear about boyfriend? I'm gonna have to spank him. :)
I hope to have a post mid-vacay next week, but if I don't, y'all have a good one!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Paid my dues and joined the club
Monday afternoon the munchkin and I went to the pharmacy. After shopping, I opened the driver side rear door, tossed my keys into the front seat, and strapped in the kiddo. I shut the door and went to open mine, but it wouldn't open. I tried to re-open the back door to no avail. That's right...I locked my 13-month-old in the car with the keys in my seat.
I reached into my purse for my cell when I realized that it, too, was in the car in the cup holder. I frantically glanced around for a pay phone, and there was one close but not close enough for me to walk away from my trapped child. A lady walked by at that point, and she let me use her phone. I couldn't, however, get the hubs to answer his phone (I later found out he was in Home Depot). The lady suggested I call 911, so I did. I didn't cry until the operator answered the phone. The munchkin soon followed.
As soon as I got off the phone with the operator, I called the hubs again, and he answered. He told me he was by the mall, which isn't far but was TOO far at that very moment. I told the lady she didn't have to stay, but she reminded me that 911 had her phone number, and she also told me she has two grandkids and would want someone to help them. Very sweet. I couldn't thank her enough for staying.
The 911 operator called back to check on us (munchkin was pretty upset by now), and I told her the hubs was on the way and that she could cancel the dispatch. She did but told me to call right back if anything changed. The hubs called back after that to tell me, "DO NOT let the police bust your car window." Ok, whatever. I told sweet lady to go ahead and leave, so she did. About 15 seconds later, a canine unit pulls up (I can only assume he was closest and came even though the call was canceled). Another two minutes later, a second trooper pulls up. Both guys were so sweet and talked to the munchkin through the glass (who was still VERY upset). When they asked me if I was ok, all I could say was, "This kind of shit happens on TV." They reassured me that it happens in reality all the time.
Ten minutes later I hear my doors unlock, glance into the street to see the hubs about to pull into the parking lot, and pulled the munchkin out. She had calmed down some at this point and was doing that sniffle-and-gasp-for-air-borderline-hyperventilating thing.
All-in-all the whole ordeal lasted about 25 minutes, but I swear to sweet Jesus that it felt like an eternity. I can only thank God that it was like 57 degrees outside - pretty much perfect weather for being locked in a car, I say.
I reached into my purse for my cell when I realized that it, too, was in the car in the cup holder. I frantically glanced around for a pay phone, and there was one close but not close enough for me to walk away from my trapped child. A lady walked by at that point, and she let me use her phone. I couldn't, however, get the hubs to answer his phone (I later found out he was in Home Depot). The lady suggested I call 911, so I did. I didn't cry until the operator answered the phone. The munchkin soon followed.
As soon as I got off the phone with the operator, I called the hubs again, and he answered. He told me he was by the mall, which isn't far but was TOO far at that very moment. I told the lady she didn't have to stay, but she reminded me that 911 had her phone number, and she also told me she has two grandkids and would want someone to help them. Very sweet. I couldn't thank her enough for staying.
The 911 operator called back to check on us (munchkin was pretty upset by now), and I told her the hubs was on the way and that she could cancel the dispatch. She did but told me to call right back if anything changed. The hubs called back after that to tell me, "DO NOT let the police bust your car window." Ok, whatever. I told sweet lady to go ahead and leave, so she did. About 15 seconds later, a canine unit pulls up (I can only assume he was closest and came even though the call was canceled). Another two minutes later, a second trooper pulls up. Both guys were so sweet and talked to the munchkin through the glass (who was still VERY upset). When they asked me if I was ok, all I could say was, "This kind of shit happens on TV." They reassured me that it happens in reality all the time.
Ten minutes later I hear my doors unlock, glance into the street to see the hubs about to pull into the parking lot, and pulled the munchkin out. She had calmed down some at this point and was doing that sniffle-and-gasp-for-air-borderline-hyperventilating thing.
All-in-all the whole ordeal lasted about 25 minutes, but I swear to sweet Jesus that it felt like an eternity. I can only thank God that it was like 57 degrees outside - pretty much perfect weather for being locked in a car, I say.
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