Monthly Archives: August 2013

Small Town Mom Diaries

It’s already 10, so I’m going to have to be quick because my head is dying to hit my pillow.

I really should be better about updating the blog because every time that I actually sit down to do it, I honestly can’t remember what I’ve been up to, though I feel like I’ve been busy.  I guess a tiny, teething, human really sucks the energy from me.  Who would have known? (Except for every other mother on Earth).

I’ve been doing a low of sewing projects.  A. Lot.  But they’re all gifts for my knocked up friends and family members who read the blog so I really can’t post pictures and talk about how proud of myself I am.  But there are a few lucky ladies with some awesome custom gear headed their way when I head their way.

Speaking of, I suppose that our family is turning into somewhat of a snowbird family.  We have all of our vacation plans in fall and winter!  First, we’re headed to the Caribbean to introduce Lucas to Angel’s side of the family.  I’m a little excited to bust my shorts out of mothballs (see: what a lovely spring we’ve had this summer).  In case this move hasn’t been rough enough for me, it turns out that I really miss the heat.  And I no longer believe everyone who tells me that “this (fill in the blank) really isn’t normal!”  I think the constant rain, heater in May, sweatshirts in August, and blankets at night are my new normal.

Also, I blame Dave Ramsey for my new desire to take my snorkel gear to the local  mall fountain and start stealing change.

 

Anyway, here’s what I’ve been up to while I wasn’t here:

Too Lucas to the zoo in Grand Rapids

Too Lucas to the zoo in Grand Rapids

Where the excitement quickly got to him

Where the excitement quickly got to him

Got the exterior of one of our rental houses painted in Arizona.  The dead grass reminded me that it's probably 120 degrees there and made me miss it a little less

Got the exterior of one of our rental houses painted in Arizona. The dead grass reminded me that it’s probably 120 degrees there and made me miss it a little less

Lucas turned 9 months old!  We celebrated with his first "big boy" dinner of carrots, pasta, and a sippy cup.  I'm not sure if I was more proud of him for turning 9 months old, or myself for keeping him happy and healthy for 9 months!

Lucas turned 9 months old! We celebrated with his first “big boy” dinner of carrots, pasta, and a sippy cup. I’m not sure if I was more proud of him for turning 9 months old, or myself for keeping him happy and healthy for 9 months!

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This face just makes my day.  Every day, any time.

This face just makes my day. Every day, any time.

 

I’ll write more tomorrow about his 9 month well visit at the doctor.  Nighty night!

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Well, That Was An Experience

This post is going to be something of a “Serious Sandwich” meaning that the serious stuff is going to be surrounded by the funny, embarrassing, and generally light-hearted feeling that I try to keep within my usual posts.

On Friday night we cashed in on free babysitting again and went out to a sushi dinner.  I would like to note that sushi really doesn’t mix well with wine.  Alrighty then, so we went to a nice dinner and then brought a bottle of wine to our friends who were watching Lucas.  They were surprised at how quickly we got back and invited us in for a drink before we went home.  “One drink” turned into 4 bottles of wine that all hit me at once and I told Angel that he should probably finish his glass so that we could go because the room was starting to spin and there was a possibility that I was going to get sick, and frankly I would rather that not happen at our friend’s house or our new car.  He didn’t take me seriously.  I nearly yaked in the car on the way home, so I asked Angel to pull over and he does.  I get out of the car and realize that we’re in front of our church! I can’t throw up on the lawn of a church, there just seems like something horribly wrong with that.  I ask Angel if he couldn’t just pull one house forward because I can’t get sick in front of a church and he laughed and said, “Are you serious?! This would be EPIC.”  I make it to the house where I nearly throw up in the front yard, and barely get 2 steps into the house when I dart to the bathroom and spend the rest of the night there.  While Angel was bringing me a pillow and blanket after putting the baby to bed I tell him that this is horribly embarrassing and he tells me: “No.  ‘Embarrassing’ is that it’s only 10pm.”  Sigh.  And that is how I finally got the courage to stop nursing.

On a serous note now, last night I had an anxiety attack.  A full blown anxiety attack.  I would love to tell you what the source of it was, but I’m just as clueless.  I’m a mom, so I’m always worried about everything and don’t think that it’s anything unusual.  But at 11pm when I’m sitting in bed, hunched over with chest pains, and hyperventilating, asking Angel to Google it or take me to the hospital we came up with an anxiety attack.  He read me some of the things to calm myself down and when they started to work I think we both were a little less concerned.  For the record, true anxiety attacks feel exactly like I imagine a heart attack does.  It was terrifying.  I spent all day today in pajamas sewing and cuddling with Lucas just trying to stay as calm as a cucumber.  I don’t know how people can live like this.

And now, my usual photo montage of my adorable spawn.  I would love to also share photos of my crafting and sewing but they’re all for ladies who read this blog!  Sorry ladies, nothing to see here.

We've traded poisonous insects for  poisonous plants.  First it was poison ivy and now it's poisonous mushrooms on logs in the dog run.  I'll take scorpions any day

We’ve traded poisonous insects for poisonous plants. First it was poison ivy and now it’s poisonous mushrooms on logs in the dog run. I’ll take scorpions any day

We miss you, grandma!

We miss you, grandma!

Baby bedding custom made for my sister in law.  Hopefully it lives up to her expectations because it took hours and a few donations to Lucas' swear jar

Baby bedding custom made for my sister in law. Hopefully it lives up to her expectations because it took hours and a few donations to Lucas’ swear jar

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Morning oatmeal

Morning oatmeal

Learning how to stick his tongue out

Learning how to stick his tongue out

more morning oatmeal.  What a happy baby!!

more morning oatmeal. What a happy baby!!

Toy heaven.

Toy heaven.

Weekly Photo Catchup

As usual, I’ve been too busy to write what I’ve been up to and now I’m too far behind to know where to start.  So instead, you get a photo montage of the highlights.

Lucas has learned how to jail break the baby gates, crawl around the dining room, through the kitchen, and to my diaper bag, where he knows that he can find food.  He'll then pull out the food and bring it to me to open.

Lucas has learned how to jail break the baby gates, crawl around the dining room, through the kitchen, and to my diaper bag, where he knows that he can find food. He’ll then pull out the food and bring it to me to open.

I've made a couple of new changing pad covers with super soft material and then embroidered them.  One has deer to match his nursery and the other has his name for the family room.  Still loving my sewing machine!

I’ve made a couple of new changing pad covers with super soft material and then embroidered them. One has deer to match his nursery and the other has his name for the family room. Still loving my sewing machine!

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Looking for daddy after bath time

Looking for daddy after bath time

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I'm pretty sure that this play table is haunted.  So naturally, it's Lucas' favorite toy.

I’m pretty sure that this play table is haunted. So naturally, it’s Lucas’ favorite toy.

Eggs for the first time

Eggs for the first time

Stage 2 melt down temporarily interrupted by the TV.  So what does any good mom do?  Laugh and film it.

So there you have it!

The Tale of the New Car

Once upon a time, a soon to be mom traded her convertible in for a 4 door Passat.  A year and a half later she’s living in Michigan and her husband is jacking her car for the gas mileage to his work and she’s trying to lift a baby in and out of a car that doesn’t fit that’s going to start needing some serious dough for repairs and maintenance.

So the mom and dad take their baby bear car shopping all over the state.  The first car was too small, the second car was too big, but the third car was juuuuust right.

Welcome to the family, VW Tiguan.  I look forward to cleaning Lucas’ vomit off of your seats.

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