tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227099164275291742024-03-05T21:18:03.857-05:00OMG in IndyMilwaukee born and raised found love through the internet and then he got promoted. Girl agreed to follow boy on this new adventure leaving the only city she ever knew. Little did girl know, she would soon become a mom in a brand new city.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-794508370761592152012-10-02T20:55:00.002-04:002012-10-02T20:55:16.460-04:00Focus RELENTLESSLY on the positive.If you follow me on <a href="https://twitter.com/omginindy">twitter</a>, I had a bit of moment today. I've been having a bit of a lot of moments lately. I was a jerk, I wanted to whine and complain and feel sorry for myself because my girl is NKA...<br />
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BUT MOMMY AND DADDY STILL AREN'T MARRIED</blockquote>
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I started going to therapy, not just because we aren't married, but I've changed A LOT of things the past three years. Moved to a brand new city, had a baby, moved in with a man, bought a house, tried making friends (it's rough ya'll), <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kjpugs.com">one friend moved</a>, <a href="http://kellyskitch.blogspot.com/">another went off to finish school</a>, and me?<br />
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Well... I started working for a great company thanks to girl who moved and then... see above photo. The girl who went to school and I do sincerely try to get together, I seriously don't know how she does it all, she's awesome! I'm a bum. <br />
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And I'm happy, I am, but something is missing. Next month will be D and I's 3 year anniversary. 3 years, 1 1/2 babies and... yeah. <br />
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Therapy has taught me I think negative, it's a process, one WAY over due for me. Like way overdue. There were so many different issues I thought I had under control, but I didn't. I was mean to D, I was feeling sorry for myself and I didn't want my daughter growing up with a sad, miserable, negative mother. Plus all the hormones that come with pregnancy, it's crazy. So I'm a mess, well, not a mess. It could be worse, but I'm working on it. <br />
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So I'm struggling and even though I want this really bad, the girl who moved reminded me others desperately want what I already have. So I'm a jerk and instead I need to focus on what I have, not what I think I want (damn hormones). <br />
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Someone <a href="http://theomgmom.com/">who I admire</a> told me, she felt a sigh of relief to know what looks perfect online, is not perfect IRL, (I had to vent and she is awesome at listening, sorry M, hope you don't get too many emails) and so this is not perfect. Yay.<br />
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Also, my spelling is probably not perfect and I don't know where the spell check is on here anymore.<br />
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Be positive!<br />
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A quick <strike>Saturday night</strike> update for you all! Hi! It's been so long. This picture was taken by the wonderful Kelly, <a href="http://kellyskitch.blogspot.com/">go visit her page</a> and tell her she needs to post some more recipes (she makes some killer food yo). I've been busy, some good, some bad, some ugly. <br />
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The good is we bought a house, well D bought a house. Although I am far from a domestic goddess, it's nice making my own here in Indy, previously we rented a house. It wasn't ours, we didn't paint it or really make it ours. We haven't painted here either, but it's on the list. This house all beige, everything is beige...<br />
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Grace is doing great, I went back to work (lov-ing it) and now she's in daycare, THIS time we decided on going to an actual facility. I couldn't bring myself to do another home daycare, it's more than we would like to spend, but G has so much fun and learning a ton. Between working 40+ hours a week and trying to make our house a home, I feel like she's growing up right before my eyes. That movie with the remote control? That's what I feel like except I didn't push any buttons or even really want my life to go faster. <br />
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My work is great, very busy so the days fly by and a challenge I enjoy. PLUS, I get adult time and adult conversation. Don't get my wrong, I loved being home with my chick, but it was time to go back. <br />
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The bad, well... I don't really want to talk about the bad, now it doesn't seem so bad, but it's also Sunday afternoon. Beautiful day in Indy and as I type this I am sitting out on my mother's day gift (a conversation set) for our screened in PORCH! <br />
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I love that we have this porch. It's fabulous. <br />
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The ugly, well like I said before Grace is growing leaps and bounds, she's also becoming a bit opinionated and she knows what she wants when she wants it. This makes for the temper tantrums. Sometimes it's a scream (like a loud scream), sometimes it's a I'm just going to fling myself on the floor. She'll sit down first and stay limp when you try to get her to stand, but if it's a really big deal to her, after she sits she will arch her back and hopefully fling her head to the ground. <br />
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As a mother, you have to be 2 steps ahead always, if I know it will pry be the flinging her head to the ground temper tantrum, you have to make sure there is nothing there for her to hit her head on in the process (i.e. a table or toy or both). <br />
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She keeps me busy, this weekend though I think I found something to keep her entertained at least long enough to get dinner made: we bought a little tikes kitchen set and yesterday, I gave her a bucket of soapy water and told her it was time to wash all her dishes. She loved it, she was soaked, she drank some soapy water, but she had a blast. <br />
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And that my friends is what makes it good, all good, no matter what. My girl getting to play and experiment in her own little kitchen. I'm so happy she'll be 1 1/2 next month, this will be my best summer by far! <br />omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-16992716747174849522012-01-31T16:14:00.000-05:002012-01-31T16:14:29.858-05:00Follow up Way overdue and yes there is more...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEAZWlqOtchr5SD1e_LOy7ehwiUtCqm3Efy7EEvTEwVnQ91Ed-OfL80tssVyLy6GZ5CLXdp4tvUl0oxHa_KYwrx2LVdbOGd7SIv9j9UieFAIKSd8_JakVJOjYiiZldqZCtwJ_tVfZal0/s1600/SDC11100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEAZWlqOtchr5SD1e_LOy7ehwiUtCqm3Efy7EEvTEwVnQ91Ed-OfL80tssVyLy6GZ5CLXdp4tvUl0oxHa_KYwrx2LVdbOGd7SIv9j9UieFAIKSd8_JakVJOjYiiZldqZCtwJ_tVfZal0/s320/SDC11100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702070602566606050" /></a><br />So my last post was a buzz kill, I swear it was an out of body experience. I blogged, tweeted and .2 seconds after I facebooked about the incident, my dad called me to tell me alcoholism is a disease, like cancer, and I could get in trouble for putting her name and where she lives (if you live in the Indy and are concerned, please don't hesitate to contact me). It's not fair, comparing a cancer patient with an alcoholic, specifically one who cares for other people's children, but the way my luck has been going, I don't need a lawsuit. <br /><br />I've spoken to the mom who reported the "nanny" and also spoke with the other mom of the other victim. I am thankful these ladies and I were able to talk, albeit, not the circumstance, but I cannot thank this mother enough for caring enough to get involved in this. It would have been easier to not get involved. <br /><br />I still haven't written the police report, I still haven't had my "home visit." I was selfish on Tuesday, thinking about ME when I wrote that post. I realized early Wednesday I need to think about my girl, I need to watch her to make sure her happy go lucky spirit was not cracked by this experience. <br /><br />Wednesday, I was angry, I was angry she lied to me, my mom and my girl, I was angry I have to have a complete stranger with possible pre-conceived notions of how I made this choice come to my home, I was angry that something far worse could have happened. <br /><br />I still have questions: Did she have the cops have to chase the nanny around the house yelling and was she being belligerent while my daughter watched scared of what was going on? Was this a one-time incident where she was having a bad day and made a bad choice and got caught? Was this an everyday occurrence? <br /><br />Besides G being really thirsty when we got home, I didn't notice anything else wrong with her. The "nanny" had a strict no sippys in the playroom rule which I don't blame her for, even with the spill proof cups G can still manage to squeeze the tip just right to have liquid come out. I didn't get close enough to this woman to smell booze on her breath or think that she was intoxicated. I was trusting, she looked like she had it together, the moms group I hooked up when I came to town found their sitters through Craigslist and LOVED them. My mom took me and my brother to a home daycare and it was a wonderful experience. <br /><br />I have since gotten emails from my warning on Craigslist regarding other home care providers, they are not licensed either, after this experience I don't think I will ever go forward with an unlicensed daycare in the home or not. I know they are not all bad and I know a lot of them are sincere, honest people. I want to work, I want to know my girl is loved and taken care of, but I still hesitate. It's still new, I'm thinking after the home visit and using resources from DCS I will feel comfortable to go forward with this plan.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-60194388396168161322012-01-24T21:52:00.002-05:002012-01-24T21:59:23.651-05:00Failure...I failed, I feel like I failed. I failed my daughter, my boyfriend and apparently I failed in the sytem. Within a one hour period today, I found my child in the arms of a Police Officer who told me she needed to talk to me. I also found out my "temp to hire" job has been taken off the assignment list. An hour after that? A black cat when I stepped away from my car after pulling in the driveway of what felt like a nightmare... <br /><br />I found a daycare lady on craigslist, I was looking for a job I needed daycare. I didn't know she would be a drunk who refused to let police into her home so much so they had to kick the door in... <br /><br /><br />I was let go from my temp assignment, something about "superbowl and parking" and using current consultants... I was too busy trying to figure out why the police had my daughter and why DPS was getting involved. <br /><br />Lastly, I get a visit, a "home visit" from DPS, because I wanted to work, because I needed to work and I thought that somehow, someway, there were still honest people in the world. People who really cared, who loved what they did, who gave 110% like I did...omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-26045298343634209132012-01-16T18:47:00.007-05:002012-01-21T10:06:20.976-05:00SAHM to WMWell friends, the time has come after 13 wonderful months home with my girl I returned to work this week. It's a temp job, but has the possibility to turn permanent. I worked with this temp agency when I first moved here (4 months pregnant I doubt I would have gotten hired by any company) and returned to them when seeking work, they came through again. It's funny, I never thought I would have luck with a temp agency, but lo and behold I have. The company I work for has hired people on previously so this is kinda like my pass/fail opportunity. <br /><br />I found a great nanny for Grace, but was still anxious about leaving her on Tuesday for a "test run," I had to get some additional testing done for the job and since I had to pay the lady for the whole week anyway I thought that would be a good opportunity to make sure she would be okay with it. Originally I thought I would take her at 9, but was nearly in tears over the thought of it, instead I made her pancakes and dropped her off at 10. She did well, me not so much, but D drops her off in the morning since he gets to work much later than me. <br /><br />It makes it so much easier on me that he's the one to drop her off, if I had to do it, I'm not sure I would last at my job. Wednesday morning she was good, Thursday morning she cried. We have some friends in town and they kept her on Friday so she could play with her "west coast boyfriend."<br /><br />As far as the job goes, I really haven't had time to miss her, I've been really busy preparing for a meeting on Monday and want to make sure I cover all my bases (although I'm still not exactly sure what all those bases are). I finished the power point presentation to correspond with the meeting, but my supervisor did not give me reassurance I did the right thing or tell me it looks nice, that's important to me. Instead he said he'd review it this weekend, the meeting starts at 8am on Monday morning. I offered my cell phone or to come in and he said that it's not necessary. He didn't tell me to not come in on Monday, so I suppose I'll take that as a sign I did something right. <br /><br />In my previous job I called my boss "sir," not that he demanded I call him that, it was just a habit I developed. My current supervisor told me not to call him "sir," my response? "Yes, sir." I know, I'm cool like that. <br /><br />For now, I am happy, glad that I have returned to work. I kinda forgot that there is a world out there that doesn't revolve around Grace, it feels good to get back out there, to make a difference and hear the "atta boy" I didn't get from being a SAHM. Grace has been adjusting well from what I have been told and she's happy when I pick her up and she wants to show me the toys and things she did during the day.<br /><br />My supervisor doesn't care what hours I work as long as the work gets done so I have been going in early so I can still spend a few hours in the evening with my girl. If they decide to hire me on though that would change, but hopefully by then we'll be in our house which is much closer to the job and the commute would not be so bad. <br />Oh the house? Yes, D got me my house, well is working on getting it. Our offer was approved and he got the mortgage papers yesterday! This song has been playing over and over in my mind these days because, well, it's the truth. I'm going to miss this, I do miss this, but right now, these are some good times! <br /><br />href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBDN8yWyNYU&ob=av2e">omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-37463019051859200222011-12-29T09:01:00.000-05:002011-12-29T09:01:00.927-05:00What happened in VegasWe went there is September, you may be wondering, why all these crazy posts after all this time? Ha! Keep wondering. I kid, I got a "job" at an office again and have time! Lucky you, I'm starting with all my draft posts. <br /><br />My beauty was 10 months on October 2nd, I breastfed her since the day she was born. I use past tense because those days are over and my heart is heavy. D, being the awesome guy he is, won a contest at his company which included a 5 day/4 night trip to Las Vegas. Grace was getting bigger and her attention span was getting smaller, our intimate feedings were becoming a pain as she was interested in everything else than the actual feeding. <br /><br />I still miss it, I will always miss it. She is so big now, walking and trying to run all over the place. It feels like we just blinked and there she was all grown and walking. She's so silly.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-42374930153256567012011-12-18T12:01:00.002-05:002011-12-18T12:23:31.221-05:002nd installment Year in Review11) What was the best thing you bought?<br />Membership to the Y, I need to go more, but it's nice to get that "break" away from the girl, meet other people and get back in shape and be healthy. <br /><br />12) Whose behavior merited celebration?<br />TD, he got a facebook!<br /><br />13) Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?<br />Someone who I haven't confronted yet.<br /><br />14) Where did most of your money go?<br />Food, diapers and smokes, I probably should have listed that under things I failed at this year (I started smoking again after G was born). Now the internets know my dirty little secret. <br /><br />15) What did you get really, really, really excited about?<br />Vegas Baby!<br /><br />16) What song will always remind you of 2011?<br />"It Will Rain" - Bruno Mars<br /><br />17) Compared to this time last year, are you:<br />- happier or sadder? Happier.<br />- thinner or fatter? Thinner, I was still losing the pregnancy weight.<br />- richer or poorer? No change.<br /><br />18) What do you wish you'd done more of?<br />Organizing<br />Making plans<br />Being outside<br /><br />19) What do you wish you'd done less of?<br />Arguing<br />Worrying<br /><br />20) How will you be spending Christmas?<br />At my parents' house with family.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-19464826483790378952011-12-17T15:42:00.001-05:002011-12-17T15:45:17.676-05:002011 Year in review<a href="http://www.firefliesandhummingbirds.net/2011/12/2011-year-in-review.html">My bloggy friend</a> posted this and I thought, that's a great idea, so I stole it and called her my friend. Christine does live in Indy and I've been meeting some pretty <a href="http://kellyskitch.blogspot.com/">cool</a> peeps through twitter and blogs, so adding one more to the list would be AWESOME! Anywho, on with the survey! I broke it up so it wasn't a novel. So for the first part- <br /><br />1) What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?<br />Felt honest to goodness unconditional love, understood what it meant to really be a mother. Everyone can tell you, but until you experience it yourself you have NO idea. I watched the little grow and have personality!<br /><br />2) Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? <br />Didn't really do resolutions, wanted to be a good mother and make good choices for our family, but didn't do anything out of the ordinary. <br /><br />3) Did anyone close to you give birth?<br />Pretty much EVERYONE, there was an explosion of babies this year. I like to think I started this trend, babies are the new black. <br /><br />4) Did anyone close to you die?<br />Yes, in January, it was early and a shock. My BFF's mom, God wanted his angel back.<br /><br />5) What countries did you visit?<br />Mexico and Las Vegas (I count LV as a country because it's unlike anything I had ever seen before). <br /><br />6) What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?<br />A life in Indy, not just being here, but actually <em>living</em> here. I'm physically here, but mentally in WI, I am working on that<br /><br />7) What date from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?<br />January 7, that was the day we got the phone call about Erin and stupid cancer and Labor Day for reasons I will not discuss on the blog. December 1 and 2 for my girl's first birthday.<br /><br />8) What was your biggest achievement of the year?<br />BF'ing my girl for 10 months! <br /><br />9) What was your biggest failure?<br />Not making Indy my home and being immature when it came to my relationship with D, threatening to go back to WI often when we would argue. And my blog, but I'm working on that.<br /><br />10) Did you suffer illness or injury?<br />"The doctor said most of my injuries are emotional."omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-62814400266871722592011-12-13T22:16:00.000-05:002011-12-13T22:16:00.560-05:00What's YOUR number?Currently, we have 56 shows set to record on our dvr. Ok, ok, if we're being honest <em>I</em> have 56 shows set to record on our dvr. I think it's a sickness. I have started to despise commercials, when something is on we want to watch, I'll wait 15 minutes to avoid commercials. <br /><br />The show I'm most ashamed of having recorded is Dr. Phil, I just can't deal with all those lawyer commercials and online college commercials. Dr. Phil's "hour" show takes me 15 minutes to watch since I miss all the sensationalizations (is that a word?), before, during and after the "meat" of the show.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-48223524588644791462011-12-11T16:31:00.001-05:002011-12-11T16:31:00.496-05:00How do YOU do it?Excuse me, but I need to get personal, very private... After Grace took her first limo ride (to pick you the babysitter nonetheless, in a "Desperate Housewives" kind of move).<br /><br />We enjoyed the rest of the weekend, with one exception... The screaming, whiney, kid at the restaurant. <br /><br />I felt my blood boiling over. You know that thought that crosses your mind "if that were MY kid..." I was a little hungover, as we FINALLY had a babysitter and yours truly enjoyed my new found (not bfing anymore) freedom enjoying a couple two, three, seven, eight, nine dirty martinis the previous night (we did have a limo to drive us home).<br /><br />The majority of "mom blogs" I read still have sweet angel babies from the heavens, the few others with older children, well, apparently their kids don't ever misbehave in public, or they never blog about that. <br /><br />Hypothetically we can say "I will never yada yada yada" or "I would just yada yada yada," but I'm looking for real true life experiences. Do you just leave every.single.event anytime your child is in the throws of a temper tantrum? Do you spank them? Do you find a place for timeout? Do you do none of the above and have another tried and true method when dealing with a screaming, whiney child?<br /><br />Please discuss.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-65124980779329888512011-12-10T13:54:00.002-05:002011-12-10T14:02:27.969-05:00I want my readers back, readers back, readers backHi there, been so long! So much has been happening and still so little has been happening. Most exciting news we have is we got an offer accepted on house here in Indy! I've joined the Y in hopes of losing that extra weight I gained from not nursing. I got a job that didn't turn out so awesome, but then got a new job that will allow me to blog again! For 13 uninterrupted hours a week, I get to be me again, well, a working me again, but it's a slow time of the year so I get to blog! It's a pretty cool gig. My girl turned one and is a monster! It's funny, I thought I had so much to say and so much to write, but then I got my chance and it's a whole lot of nothing. So, for now, I just want to welcome you back and hopefully I'll have what it takes to be a blog of substance once again!omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-27784191286598775192011-10-27T14:27:00.003-04:002011-10-27T14:44:12.098-04:00Almost 11 months later..Oh my girl, my baby, the one that was my belly (I just wrote is and corrected it), the one that we just finished getting your shower gifts organized. Yeah, that one. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY6RHi_Jfxs4WxYV3obHm8bs4Ay0z9gtLEOFU72WP0EM-Fj_GibZuBbFnVaHwSITbwlzxmXWszja2acRSGtmOnQFFsHAczGkx-nv9lxxJhwdxS5wVJZzNE4Jzwf9AWP3b_EaerXLzyUs/s1600/SDC10876.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY6RHi_Jfxs4WxYV3obHm8bs4Ay0z9gtLEOFU72WP0EM-Fj_GibZuBbFnVaHwSITbwlzxmXWszja2acRSGtmOnQFFsHAczGkx-nv9lxxJhwdxS5wVJZzNE4Jzwf9AWP3b_EaerXLzyUs/s320/SDC10876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668241525896365890" /></a><br />This is her now, well, actually it was her yesterday and tomorrow she'll be a teenager stomping her feet and rolling her eyes at me as I jam out to "Imma Be." <br /><br />Treasure your first year everyone tells you and I did, I really soaked it up. I had my moments and since she became mobile and walking - I have them more often, but I enjoyed it. I miss her dinasour noises those first few weeks we brought her home. I miss her screaming her head off for no apparent reason months 2-3. I miss her learning to sit and wobbling around during tummy time, trying so hard to hold up her big noggin. Then she became a person, my girl, with so much personality. So silly. <br /><br />She cuddled up next to me this afternoon before our nap, sat next to me while we watched Judge Mathis (stay classy) and I stroked her hair and kissed her head (which still has it's own version of cradle cap on it) all the while knowing this moment could be cut short on her terms now. She has no idea how much I ache for her to be my snuggly girl, how after she's asleep I'll hold her for a half hour or more just because that's what we did for so many months as we learned eachothers features. One day, sooner than I hope, I won't be able to hold her in my arms anymore. <br /><br />I love her so much it's unbelieveable, but as much as I soaked it, I'm still wishing I could have had one more day...omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-63338932981080177762011-09-03T23:16:00.002-04:002011-09-03T23:31:01.344-04:00I feel, therefore I amFeelings, nothing more than feelings... Ahem, pardon my singing, but when those feelings turn into a reality what do you do? My OMGinIndy has been far from perfect, although I never expected perfect, I had an expectancy for certain things. That we would be a family, that I would be enough for D, that we would find friends who would become family in this city away from "our city."
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<br />I'm missing home something fierce. I'm missing Grace playing with her cousins and watching my crazy family take care of my girl. She doesn't know what she's missing out on, but I do.
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<br />It's much more than what is here, it's picnics and cookouts and lazy afternoons on the lake, it's gatherings and get togethers and celebrations of milestones, it's goofy pollacks laughing and snorting reminising about the days of old.
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<br />It's friends, who now have children, watching our kids playing together and thinking of how different this "hanging out" is.
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<br />It's overwhelming, it's challenging... It's starting to feel less and less of a home.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-2848010026391824752011-08-22T20:54:00.000-04:002011-08-22T20:54:31.877-04:00Not a girl, not yet a womanMy girl is growing. Yes, she is still a "baby," however, she is no longer the stationary, cuddly, fragile girl I brought home 8 1/2 months ago. Last week, I reorganized my house. Some call it "baby proofing," I'm simply trying to make it more "baby friendly" and a little more organized.
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<br />She is my only child, the one who made me a mother. I love her, I spoil her, I want to see her happy, not cry, it hurts my heart, but I'm slowly getting over that. I need to get things done during the day and she needs to be independent. There's still a bunch of kinks to work out. It will take more than a week to outsmart a baby, even with a college degree!
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<br />Our front room was just that, a room in the front of our house. It was becoming storage for diaper bags, car seat, and large, "containment devices" for the child (i.e. jumper/swing) that were just in the way in our living room. I didn't take any before pictures as I wasn't intending on creating a "how to" post and since I used things we had already purchased to create a play room for Grace. It turned out nice though and since I am far from crafty, I thought sharing would help out other non-crafty moms (it's amazing what a little TLC will do to a room).
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<br />These shelves were literally sitting around collecting dust, I dust them off and organized her toys, I will switch them out as she cannot reach the ones on the top shelf...yet.
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<br />The end of the shelf begins the "walking wall" it is just as it sounds, things we use on a regular enough basis which she can use to pull herself up and walk around in. Sorry about the blurriness, this girl is on a mission!
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<br />She could stop for a quick pose though.
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<br />Lastly, a little play area by the window so she can people and animal watch and enjoy the sunshine while getting some learning in.
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<br />Our home is still filled with baby stuff, but our living room is not. Gone is the cluttered mess and in place is a functional space for all of us to enjoy.
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<br />omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-53228219742966021412011-08-16T15:47:00.003-04:002011-08-16T16:05:56.240-04:00How I'm the idiotMothering is tough, any mother knows and it's not something that you can comprehend until you have children of your own.
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<br />Grace is 8 1/2 months old and some days it gets so darn overwhelming. She's walking up on EVERYTHING she can pull herself up on and leaves everything in disarray. No matter how clean I try to keep my house, she'll find a crumb or a fuzz or a piece of grass and pop it in her mouth. She's learned that when she does that to keep her jaw clenched because the big mean mama is coming to dig out whatever she put in there.
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<br />I thought I had outsmarted her yesterday, I finally moved the books she kept pulling off the shelf from the 2nd cubby to the 5th (top) cubby and today after throwing in another load of laundry I find this:
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<br />omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-71304957683099499732011-08-11T17:50:00.004-04:002011-08-11T18:02:54.172-04:00FamilyI was chatting with my fellow Canadian mother, who, like me is also in a relationship with her "baby daddy." We don't want a big wedding, our wedding day will not be the most important day of our life, the day we met our daughters was. A wedding will never ever come thisclose to the moment in my life when I first held and locked eyes with the beautiful child we had created. With that said, I still want to be married dammit.
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<br />I went to my boyfriend's office today(dropping off gym clothes for him and bringing him lunch), when I arrived he was finishing up a conversation on the phone and he told the person on the other end, "yeah I gotta go my wife and kid just showed up with lunch." I replied how I always do "I am not you wife." It bothers me, yes I am "like" his wife, but not really. It's not about the ring or the piece of paper(although that's nice to have), it's the vows, the promise to forever and always love...
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<br />Silly, I know.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-56425286630908998222011-06-24T14:35:00.005-04:002011-06-24T15:02:11.226-04:00Bringing sexyback & baby crackHi all,<br /><br />First and foremost, thank you for sticking by me while I remain on a self proclaimed hiatus from blogging. Life hasn't been all rainbows and sunshine in the recent months, having a baby changes everything, having a baby with a man you knew for 3 months rocks your entire world. I'm happy to report we are on the right path, we've had to try a few different things some worked, some did not, some needed clarification... BUT we are still in love even though we have our days. Who doesn't right? <br /><br />It has been one year since I've been in Indy! At times it feels like it's been a long year, I spent a week in Milwaukee this month surrounded by my great friends and wonderful family and it was much needed. I knew when we moved that it would be tough, having a baby makes it that much more difficult. I've gained a few great friends which I am so happy about, I still need to learn to spend time away from the baby, to have D watch her and go enjoy my friends. I'm working on that. <br /><br />Onto the important stuff, next week, my babe will be 7 months old!!! She's army crawling all over the place and is so proud of herself. According to my mom, I was walking at 9 months and I have no doubt my baby will be around that time too. She is so determined, it's hard to try and sit her down as she locks her legs and wants to stand, she'll even take some steps while holding on to our fingers, she's on a mission. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmO0Gj-OBZXE_1jwAgO6nKcACDNezUjBp7gRHQb1xkXJDEXmlQTi_pnY7FSBAqvvKvbJYMXeHfOrrzbMS3958GPzbpQdKO7deJLp7iwZzTobtd5S7JrOYahFqX6yMj60NS8eXKbJ7Ngk/s1600/SDC10711.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmO0Gj-OBZXE_1jwAgO6nKcACDNezUjBp7gRHQb1xkXJDEXmlQTi_pnY7FSBAqvvKvbJYMXeHfOrrzbMS3958GPzbpQdKO7deJLp7iwZzTobtd5S7JrOYahFqX6yMj60NS8eXKbJ7Ngk/s320/SDC10711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621859419312977298" /></a><br />It's awesome watching her learn, amazing when she "crawls" to me, and funny when she wants attention (mostly when we are eating). Her thing is to crawl around the table, put her head in her arms and cry... we don't respond, she moves a little more and repeats. Maybe D is right, she does have me wrapped around her finger and knows how to play me like a fiddle. She's such a goof! But, just this week I found a solution, aka "baby crack."<br /><br />Before you go calling CPS, let me explain, it's a mesh feeder thingy. It's not crack, it's frozen peas or, if she already had baby food, a banana! Banana's are her crack, she LOVES them almost as much as she loves me. She chomps and sucks until there is nothing left, then whines cause it's gone. Don't mess with the mesh!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKWQ1H7_6R7YriLjWnrJCOsi2n49EZkZ4Ab1ZEOLRjB2gL1DVNDpJ-jEbUbBvwQPz1kEmUFMg9Heqfm6TpgwLqmqcIC7Vm24IthfoTx0HAgvDXg0CrSUnPHP25VVV6eyOPVC5ZImUWxw/s1600/SDC10709.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKWQ1H7_6R7YriLjWnrJCOsi2n49EZkZ4Ab1ZEOLRjB2gL1DVNDpJ-jEbUbBvwQPz1kEmUFMg9Heqfm6TpgwLqmqcIC7Vm24IthfoTx0HAgvDXg0CrSUnPHP25VVV6eyOPVC5ZImUWxw/s320/SDC10709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621862091846314754" /></a><br />My mom is coming this weekend and staying through part of the week. D and I are planning a real honest to gosh date since we have grandma here to watch the babe. Hopefully, I'll be back on track soon with this blog thing. Have a great weekend!omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-49202256665130394532011-05-14T15:55:00.007-04:002011-05-14T16:06:47.841-04:00Alone, together.Grandma and Grandpa took the baby this afternoon. Finally, we have an afternoon all to ourselves.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThzObxTV9Kdz-SU7HgBmlamWfxSn6dIKTdxnhLsiob9HsvFV7QWYTAh0lwAKF7FiQUi9yDsafFKZOnF-RpVoNJEC9_4pBBtWOLdX_i32Os584oFGIvrK_lVV-YPiPs7mDa9v-7ZcMMVg/s1600/ptg00160298.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThzObxTV9Kdz-SU7HgBmlamWfxSn6dIKTdxnhLsiob9HsvFV7QWYTAh0lwAKF7FiQUi9yDsafFKZOnF-RpVoNJEC9_4pBBtWOLdX_i32Os584oFGIvrK_lVV-YPiPs7mDa9v-7ZcMMVg/s320/ptg00160298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606663337334187266" /></a> <br /><a href="http://www.inmagine.com/maksymenko-002/ptg00160298-photo">Source</a><br /><br /><br />Relax, this isn't that kind of blog. Instead, D is playing "Angry Birds" on his iPhone and I am catching up on my reader as well as adding new blogs. <br /><br />Folks, listen - Having a baby DOES change everything! Enjoy your weekend. <br /><br />P.S. Have you found any great new blogs people need to know about lately?omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-42235932935504406422011-05-12T10:17:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:47:49.971-04:00Not the mama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BUJJPdIDzHrlHHdJQK21Ykk0vd1NYZ5wH9N8sAkoG8wjr-VXHc-le_1dbU279zwYtCgsRiWgf49_-iO3Cmg4k97oATssOnW-EMgnOKfDt2ipnxya4GiipWAijUSe5tPW7WktFBMXzbs/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BUJJPdIDzHrlHHdJQK21Ykk0vd1NYZ5wH9N8sAkoG8wjr-VXHc-le_1dbU279zwYtCgsRiWgf49_-iO3Cmg4k97oATssOnW-EMgnOKfDt2ipnxya4GiipWAijUSe5tPW7WktFBMXzbs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605834094990643218" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.the-trades.com/article.php?id=4314">Source</a> <br /><br />Hey all, so now the baton is passed on to me. I have read in my "mom blogs" that babies prefer the mama and Grace is becoming no different. Last night during dinner at the neighbor's (M's) house I wanted to imbibe a few Miller Lite's. I brought my bottle of pumped milk over to the neighbor's house and she offered to feed it to the baby while I prepared, more like, attempted to prepare some dinner. Grace would have none of it, my sweet darling of a girl turned into a pretty p'd off baby. Why? Because M does not stand for mama. <br /><br />I felt two ways about this - 1) that I am THE MAMA, but b) sometimes mama needs a break and it's okay for her to know that others can and will love and care for her. The toughest thing in the world is hearing your baby cry/scream and knowing that all they want is you. I know I am helping her not be so dependent, but dang it's tough. M has watched her before and we spend a good amount of time with her, but I think my presence prohibited her from getting over the fact that someone else was feeding her and it was not OK. M told me she was not like this when she watched her before (THANK GOD). <br /><br />I recently started a part time job on the weekends and daddy is looking forward to spending time with Grace one on one, I was nervous, but they both seem to be doing well adjusting to this new schedule - at least that's what D tells me.<br /><br />It's tough being in a new city and having few friends or family to help my daughter learn that others are capable and willing to love and care for her. We are getting out of the house, but most of our interactions with "outsiders" are limited to me holding her while they smile and look at the baby, the minute I hand her off, she is unhappy, I leave her sight and Bam, all h-e-double hockey sticks breaks loose. Grace has established a comfort zone and I am the mother ship of which it revolves around.<br /><br />A friend told me babies think like they are thrown onto a foreign planet. It makes sense, they spend 10 months in the womb and come out into this world lost and scared. I love being a mom and just want what is best for her. I am hoping in writing this post someone can come and prove me wrong, that she is just fine when someone else is holding her and really I'm making this up to make me sound more necessary than I really am. <br /><br />I wholeheartedly believe it takes a village to raise a child and although I do try very hard to keep an open mind with everything, others can influence and instill values in her that I may not be able to. I learned too that being away makes me love and appreciate her more which makes me a better mother and woman. I cannot forget about the woman that I am.omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-18608239556071421442011-04-18T15:39:00.006-04:002011-04-19T22:06:39.802-04:00HolaHi all, long time no talk. I spent a WONDERFUL 8 days and 7 nights with my family at a resort in Huatulco, Mexico. My dad rented a villa for his family and, well, MY family too. Geez, it's still weird seeing the words "my family." For so long I felt as if I would never have that and BAM, it snuck up on me and here they are. Grace was covering her eyes in this picture because, like her momma I think her blue eyes are sensitive to the sun.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppBeQ40tjN-khpXsYlSBojGtPKv2t6XEudAt7uMp9ruKLlvdCZbRhkWf5bKWVD9Dwv4juq3Sg_PpRxE0qeIgMEypPZriC7prLsR2aU29CwcGI2gGb5hROrKji3JxjCwRTjMdrNQ1NnJA/s1600/SDC10558.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppBeQ40tjN-khpXsYlSBojGtPKv2t6XEudAt7uMp9ruKLlvdCZbRhkWf5bKWVD9Dwv4juq3Sg_PpRxE0qeIgMEypPZriC7prLsR2aU29CwcGI2gGb5hROrKji3JxjCwRTjMdrNQ1NnJA/s320/SDC10558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597014413877718914" /></a><br />Don't worry, Grace was slathered in SPF100 and we quickly went back in the shade after this photo. I think the heat would get to her so we would crawl up to our bedroom and enjoy the cool air. <br /><br />I was nervous about traveling with her, but she went with it and did pretty well. I got some great tips for traveling with a baby from <a href="http://thiscasita.com">ThisCasita</a> The trip back was tough with delays and problems on both of our flights, I would have been crying too if it were acceptable for a 28 year old woman to cry due to the long delays. We were worried about getting our connecting flight home to Indy, but that was delayed too!<br /><br />We visited La Crucicita to see the markets and church. Nearly every woman there was so enamoured with our beautiful baby girl, my mom said it was her blue eyes, I think it's cause she's just so darn cute. :) Grace loved all the attention, but would only tolerate being held by the locals for a short amount of time, then it was back to "the momma." <br /><br />It was a fun week and much needed vacation for all of us!omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-89624453790207769432011-03-31T20:47:00.004-04:002011-03-31T21:01:22.952-04:00My life was forever changed on this dayYes, one year ago today my life changed forever when I read one word: pregnant. I mentioned before we weren't not trying to get pregnant, but that test, that day one year ago changed my world forever. It meant I was going to become a mother, I had a life growing inside of me, it was no longer me, myself and I. I would have a family.<br /><br />It seems like yesterday. I will never, ever forget this day, it will forever be "the anniversary of Grace." It's was the day before April Fools and I could have blabbed I was pregnant, people would write it off as an April Fools day joke. 10 months later the joke would be on them! Yes, a very special day for me and D, one we share with our daughter and it is ours forever. It's better than my birthday, I was reborn that morning one year ago and my life has not nor will not be the same. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenO6iPwkloSmZdYgIdXPI8IiaRNmTKbYoUI-RQu53R4B9YInTGZSLNJdLgqmJXdBuGnCV8Y2nvzriVhctGwMloEKv83rldNNOBgonYHhKl5Hfe59WMs3n_5xLvcAzyfMBEMBDBLCYGDQ/s1600/SDC10502.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenO6iPwkloSmZdYgIdXPI8IiaRNmTKbYoUI-RQu53R4B9YInTGZSLNJdLgqmJXdBuGnCV8Y2nvzriVhctGwMloEKv83rldNNOBgonYHhKl5Hfe59WMs3n_5xLvcAzyfMBEMBDBLCYGDQ/s320/SDC10502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590413431221335410" /></a>omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-59329409587017939022011-03-18T09:54:00.004-04:002011-03-18T10:25:20.919-04:00Don't wanna miss a thingHappy Friday Dear Readers! As I sat outside yesterday enjoying the beautiful day in Indy, I looked at my daughter snuggled in my arms and realized this motherhood thing is flying by! She's already sitting in her bumbo, rolled from her belly to her back (was probably her big head leading the way, but she did it 3 times so it wasn't a fluke) and my favorite - she started laughing. I've been enjoying this time with her - she's still my snuggler, she needs her momma. She'll continue to grow and opportunities like we had yesterday will become few and far between as she'll be busy exploring the world, not looking back. <br /><br />We went to Milwaukee last week, it was so nice to be back to visit with friends and family and to have Grace spend time getting to know them. While driving back, the Aerosmith song that's the title of this post came on and the water works flowed for this momma. I don't want to miss a thing, not a smile, not a kiss and I just want her to stay my lil snuggler. I know that can't happen, but it's truly awesome how much you love your kid. <br /><br />I've been reading your blogs usually with my baby in my arms and haven't commented, it's our quiet time during the day. I haven't really had too much to say on here either, my baby is growing. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, I want to embrace this time with her, enjoy it, remember it, it will be gone so soon. I know there is plenty to look forward to, but I want to cherish the todays, I understand now why they call it the "present." Cheesy, I know, but I am from Wisconsin (Go Badgers!)!<br /><br />We gave Grace her first "real" nook, here's how she felt about that:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbA-kzi4crXJnlvY__98LpKvzf1I_H_ucyIdhVgHFGCGNIerAqEggUS8SnAWX9k1ldHOa0t5V12OuJrb8b3C6VfUZ78QzEUkMdZvUqgRyRqYi9e4xwQjbfIBY99S6Z5e-vLKXDxJWL_g/s1600/SDC10417.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbA-kzi4crXJnlvY__98LpKvzf1I_H_ucyIdhVgHFGCGNIerAqEggUS8SnAWX9k1ldHOa0t5V12OuJrb8b3C6VfUZ78QzEUkMdZvUqgRyRqYi9e4xwQjbfIBY99S6Z5e-vLKXDxJWL_g/s320/SDC10417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585424481187644946" /></a><br /><br />Grace just woke up from her little snooze, so I'm going to go and snuggle and smile and laugh with my little girl. I hope you all have a great weekend and enjoy the "present."omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-43313623577810389752011-02-25T09:27:00.004-05:002011-02-25T10:05:56.961-05:00Life and other details<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnuZZ6MOLvkC0_DAXYSpiFJb8hpIxGc6hp-H9D4UmUK1cmrVFFGfgOwoIwvL7PFp82eo72GEhZWlYsB9suX2WYxuhRwOptV5894cZ8fjo8bsQkQkBOMpjro0raQz2Emu5r3g9pYVFqFI/s1600/180807_10150400457750058_627880057_17073113_3218672_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnuZZ6MOLvkC0_DAXYSpiFJb8hpIxGc6hp-H9D4UmUK1cmrVFFGfgOwoIwvL7PFp82eo72GEhZWlYsB9suX2WYxuhRwOptV5894cZ8fjo8bsQkQkBOMpjro0raQz2Emu5r3g9pYVFqFI/s320/180807_10150400457750058_627880057_17073113_3218672_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577633954747721266" /></a><br /><br />My babe is not a fan of tummy time. Even though she is protesting in this picture, this is a fav of mine. It's important to remember mommyhood is not all puppies and sunshine, it's mostly puppies and sunshine but not all. <br /><br />Wednesday, she will be three months old. I don't know where the time went, but it flew by. I have been getting more motivated to finish her nursery since she's running out of room in her bassinet, I hear her hitting the sides more and more while she sleeps waking her and me. She still is sleeping like a champ though.<br /><br />I know I haven't really blogged a whole lot, last week we had a couple of "nice" days and I took Grace for a few walks and cleaned out my messy car. My beloved Bird died, he was 16 and cockatiels live to be 15-18. My aunt and cousin came down for a visit, we walked around downtown, but mostly we stayed in and played with the babe. She's smiling and cooing a lot lately. I put her newborn clothes away except for some onesie's that still might fit if I ever put them on her (I'm loving the zip-up sleepers right now and since we really don't go anywhere or do a whole lot, they work great and are so simple). I finally got an electric pump and was amazed at what I was missing out on! Definitely worth the money. Grace sat in her bumbo for the first time (I put a blankie and pillow around her to support her neck), she's much more interested in being where she can see the action instead of counting dots on the ceiling. <br /><br />That's all I've got friends. I am looking forward to a weekend with just the three of us we haven't had one of those for a few weeks with me being in Milwaukee, my parents coming down then my aunt and cousin coming down. Hope you all are doing well!omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-13054023396984280922011-02-16T10:06:00.000-05:002011-02-16T12:01:04.608-05:00Life is like a box of chocolatesHi all, sorry for the lack of posts. I went home to Milwaukee two weekends ago, not a planned trip by any means. Sadly, my bff's mother passed away from the stomach cancer we learned about one day before my birthday. She was a true angel on earth and will be forever missed. I last saw her at my baby shower and when I spoke to her 3 weeks ago, she was so excited to meet baby Grace. I think she met her, because the morning I learned of her passing, little Grace was the smiliest I've seen her. I know Erin is with the Lord, she is back with her Father, but I am so sad to see such a beautiful person's life end so shortly.<br /><br />I had this fear of traveling with the baby and am happy to report, she did so well on the drive to Milwaukee. It's about 5 hours from my house to my parents house and little Grace snoozed nearly the whole way there. She was waking up a bit when I had to slow down for the tolls in Illinois, but once we were off, she'd doze. <br /><br />Upon our arrival to the greater Milwaukee area, we stopped at my cousin's house so I could feed the baby (I didn't want to stop at a dirty truck stop) and surprisingly, she wasn't screaming her head off. She met her fur-cousins who sniffed the heck out of her and apparently "good dog" means "jump on my lap even though I'm holding my sweet baby." I was not above hurting the dogs if they hurt my baby, no animals or babies were harmed. <br /><br />The funeral was on Friday in Appleton, another 2 hour drive. I thought baby Grace was thinking she'd be forever stuck in her car seat in a car, but she was a good sport about it. Afterwards, we went to a pub and thankfully she did not enjoy her first bar experience. It's amazing how you think the world changes after having a baby, there still aren't baby changing stations in a bar bathroom, this mom thought there would be, I don't know why. There never had been in any of the bars I frequented and I probably would have thought badly about mothers bringing babies to bars, but that's what happens when you're a mommy, you get jaded and think now that I have a baby the world should just be convenient for mommies with babies. <br /><br />I had my aunts, cousins and friends over to meet Grace. It was a fun day and Grace really does love her mommy, I wouldn't say she had "stranger danger" yet, but it proved that Grace hears, looks and wants me. I need to get her out more. <br /><br />Sunday, Sunday, Sunday... Oh Packers how I love thee! Congratulations on a terrific season! Before the big game, Grace got to meet her cousin Reese (she's 10 weeks older). Grace was frustrated Reese could hold her head up, roll and almost sit by herself. Reese was jealous of Grace's long locks. <br /><br />We cuddled and snuggled and spent time with Grandma and Grandpa. My friend Laurie and her daughter Isabelle stopped by for a quick visit. <br /><br />We left Tuesday morning. <br /><br />3 hours after getting into our trip ONE of my worst fears came true. Driving down 65 South, just outside of Gary, a silver minivan was driving north in the southbound lane. Now this wasn't a "OMG, I'm on the wrong side of the hwy" situation, this was a "I have a death wish and want to take as many people as I can with me" situation. Thankfully, Grace had woken up and I was in the right hand lane to exit the highway and stop to feed her. The driver had caused an accident and both sides of the highway were closed, I pray no one was injured. In my 12 years of driving I have never ever seen anything like that and the rest of the trip home I would not pass a vehicle until we were on a straight path and I could see no vehicles were driving towards me. <br /><br />And as for the title, today I got a coconut filled one and then a yummy chocolate filled one! Lastly, what you really came here for - a picture of the baby. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BY35NB2hCAaUVK-Ugpe5aCbdx_s26o6nuOT9hf4mU7rUcPT2WtHi8pnKL8fT0Npl3-5vSaxtY_3SveOMmC7mJHb8jicOhubBFFrCyqnlzYHMihjAjndPSxvYB1wjME225VU6WV3QIbQ/s1600/179296_1547884829317_1600950111_31260711_85449_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BY35NB2hCAaUVK-Ugpe5aCbdx_s26o6nuOT9hf4mU7rUcPT2WtHi8pnKL8fT0Npl3-5vSaxtY_3SveOMmC7mJHb8jicOhubBFFrCyqnlzYHMihjAjndPSxvYB1wjME225VU6WV3QIbQ/s320/179296_1547884829317_1600950111_31260711_85449_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574332608770718146" /></a>omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-622709916427529174.post-19682691236593541532011-02-01T14:45:00.005-05:002011-02-01T14:58:32.476-05:00I believe there are angels among usI got the news on January 7th, one day before my birthday. My BFF's mom was in the ER, something was wrong, BFF feared it was cancer. BFF was right. Stomach cancer. I told BFF she was strong, we would pray, we would trust that God would take care of her, that God would give her the strength, it was in His hands now. Last night, God decided he wanted his angel back. <br /><br />I should have gone back to Wisconsin. I spoke with her two weeks ago, she thanked me for the picture of Grace and told me she can't wait to meet her. We were praying, my faith was stronger because of her. She is watching over us now, Grace's smiles over my right shoulder this morning tell me she's there, it's okay, she's with God now. She was one of His children and she adored Him and this morning, she got to go back to her Father, forever. <br /><br />A true angel among us, I am lucky for the years I spent with her, God wanted his angel back, but I wasn't ready to let her go...omginindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456022367389516546noreply@blogger.com0