I realize most of you, who read my blog regularly, expect the "freak out" to be because we now have a new President...the one I did not approve of, but it is not what I am writing about, although I am a bit overwhelmed with an unexplainable fear. No worries, I am as happy as a wart at the dermatologist's office.
But this is what I am REALLY freaking about:
So, last night Russ and I were watching our candidate not succeed, and I realized that I only have two months left to be pregnant and we will have another child. Yikes!! and Yay!! all at once. How will we ever find the time to function with two babies??? It is so difficult now to have any time together, or even find time to eat dinner before 9. I am just hoping that she will not have problems we faced with our H. It would be a real blessing to have an easy baby this go around. It seems like now that H is finally on a schedule and is pretty easy to take everywhere, we will be starting this ride over, and with more responsibility. Once again, I realize God thinks of me as a Superwoman that breathes fire, but sometimes I think He gives me too much credit. I am so exhausted and just trying to survive most days.
Everyone older than me (50+), sorry to use that word "older," but you all keep telling me to learn to multi-task. I think that is funny. As if I am not already doing that. Obviously these people are not around me on a regular basis. How many people do you know have their children 11 months apart? Most people I know don't even try to take care of an infant and be huge and pregnant...they wait three years or so. I think there is something to be said about a person who can be that selfless, which is definitely what I am now. And it is not easy. All of my friends think I'm crazy, and they are secretly correct about that. I feel like a mental patient. I just hope that I am not taking away from H or little B. It would kill me to think that I might not be able to give them each what they need. Jan says there will be more love to give out, so I am trusting her on that.
Here's hoping for a safe delivery, with a fabulous support group, an easy baby to feed, and a short recovery! Oh, and sleep, just a few hours would be nice.
11.05.2008
11.04.2008
The Infamous Catepillar
Our little H was the star of our show this past Friday night, not to my suprise! He was dressed to impress in his couture catepillar suit and, of course, baby legs.
We were lucky to be invited to a neighborhood get-together with some of Russ' co-workers...in Cohasset, Russ' new favorite place here, and of course where he now wants to live (in a small shack, because these houses were like mini White Houses). I told him maybe we could purchase one of the servant quarters out back if he was really set on living in the most elite of neighborhoods in Mass.
Driving down the streets surrounded with the perfect color distribution from the fall foliage, it reminded me of late Fall in Benton, LA...where my grandparents lived. When I was young, and we would travel up there to visit, the town used to be small and quaint. The streets were over looked by tall trees that would shadow the sunlight from the road. It was like traveling a long journey to a far off place. It was very romantic, at least from my childhood memories. Now, it has gotten large and many new neighborhoods have taken over. I still remember the way it felt to drive through those trees, and to think "We are almost there!"
So, here I posted some of the pics of our H in his first costume. I realize everyone thinks their child is the cutest, but I must say he really has the face of a little cherub.
My first leaf!
Trying to give it away...
Still hanging on to the same one!
His FIRST Trick-or-Treat...he scored some Red Hots!
H's little stash (that he shared with Daddy)
We were lucky to be invited to a neighborhood get-together with some of Russ' co-workers...in Cohasset, Russ' new favorite place here, and of course where he now wants to live (in a small shack, because these houses were like mini White Houses). I told him maybe we could purchase one of the servant quarters out back if he was really set on living in the most elite of neighborhoods in Mass.
Driving down the streets surrounded with the perfect color distribution from the fall foliage, it reminded me of late Fall in Benton, LA...where my grandparents lived. When I was young, and we would travel up there to visit, the town used to be small and quaint. The streets were over looked by tall trees that would shadow the sunlight from the road. It was like traveling a long journey to a far off place. It was very romantic, at least from my childhood memories. Now, it has gotten large and many new neighborhoods have taken over. I still remember the way it felt to drive through those trees, and to think "We are almost there!"
So, here I posted some of the pics of our H in his first costume. I realize everyone thinks their child is the cutest, but I must say he really has the face of a little cherub.
My first leaf!
Trying to give it away...
Still hanging on to the same one!
His FIRST Trick-or-Treat...he scored some Red Hots!
H's little stash (that he shared with Daddy)
10.31.2008
9 month old appointment
Not sure if you remember the appointment FROM HELL, as we Carter's call things.... last time we arrived at the Peds office, but this one was much better. I requested a male doc, bc Russ recommended that MAYBE the woman did notlike me here in Boston, their problem :) The man we got was older than the trees in the yard, but he was thorough, so I guess that was good! He did do really good with the shots, too.
H's meausurements are as follows:
Head: 43 cm, 75% (like his friend "Melon")
Height: 32 inches, over 100% scale
Weight: 21 pounds, 3 oz, 57%
For H, we are still on his schedule since birth! Yay!
H's meausurements are as follows:
Head: 43 cm, 75% (like his friend "Melon")
Height: 32 inches, over 100% scale
Weight: 21 pounds, 3 oz, 57%
For H, we are still on his schedule since birth! Yay!
It's Just Not Fair
You know, as a child we are told "No" for many things....somethings we come to learn we were better off and others we just accept that somehow it wasn't fair. As an adult, the word "No," to me, is an insult. Yesterday I FINALLY got my business together to send in my absentee ballot request. I know it was due Friday (today) but why not wait until the last minute? Believe it or not, I forgot with all the baby stuff going on with us. So off I sent my info to Jan to fax in. Later that day, I get a call from a lovely personality at the Bossier Parish Registar of Voters office. She was oh not so much help. She just wanted to tell me that my name was registered under East Baton Rouge...where Russ and I lived after our wedding (our first traveling RN job). Anywhodaloo, I thanked her for calling me and then asked what I needed to do to get this fixed. The woman, who, keep in mind WORKED THERE, flat out said to me: "I don't have a clue!" in a wonderfully helpful tone if you can only imagine :) I am still confused about those people that fill out a job application to a place they know they will absolutely despise working. You know, like Wal-mart check out people....what is that about? HELLO-OOHH! I mean, who really wakes up one day and realizes this is THE DAY I am going to get that job at the Register of Voters!!!, Oh yeah, nothing is stopping me now! Still, not my problem. So, on with the rant...
I then remember that the last time Russ and I flew home they BARELY let us on the plane b/c my license was expired. Oopps. I know I know, I really have to get my crap together. But, we had to renew our licenses at the Morehouse Parish DMV, which was a real treat. The ladies were like talking to your grandmother, they were all very helpful and nice, for real! How odd to find someone helpful in this day. Well, I had changed my address to his parents so that all of our important mail would come together, not some to Jan and some to his mother. Officially now I am confused about where I am registered to vote???? Which is like in 4 days. Long story, but I called them and the lady was, of course, so nice and helped me a ton. Apparently I am like a non-resident resident. Does that make sense? Nope, not to me either. So, I have to verify that I actually live in Louisianaville, and then wait 3 months to register to vote there. Looks like I will be voting for the next city Judge instead of President. Yep, that's right, of all people, I DON'T GET TO VOTE!!!
I'm pretty sure that it is illegal to vote for someone else, but if you are just hanging in the balance about who to choose, you can add my two cents in, It's McCain, if you were at the slightest bit wondering, hmmm. Shocker, I know.
Other than the rude lady in Benton, I realize it is (somehow) my fault for not doing this earlier, but she could of helped like the other lady did. God forbid anyone actually do there job.
And, I must add...It just isn't fair!!
So please please please, go vote! ...there are people freezing in Boston that cannot.
(It's 30 and the sun is shining).
Happy Halloween!!!
I then remember that the last time Russ and I flew home they BARELY let us on the plane b/c my license was expired. Oopps. I know I know, I really have to get my crap together. But, we had to renew our licenses at the Morehouse Parish DMV, which was a real treat. The ladies were like talking to your grandmother, they were all very helpful and nice, for real! How odd to find someone helpful in this day. Well, I had changed my address to his parents so that all of our important mail would come together, not some to Jan and some to his mother. Officially now I am confused about where I am registered to vote???? Which is like in 4 days. Long story, but I called them and the lady was, of course, so nice and helped me a ton. Apparently I am like a non-resident resident. Does that make sense? Nope, not to me either. So, I have to verify that I actually live in Louisianaville, and then wait 3 months to register to vote there. Looks like I will be voting for the next city Judge instead of President. Yep, that's right, of all people, I DON'T GET TO VOTE!!!
I'm pretty sure that it is illegal to vote for someone else, but if you are just hanging in the balance about who to choose, you can add my two cents in, It's McCain, if you were at the slightest bit wondering, hmmm. Shocker, I know.
Other than the rude lady in Benton, I realize it is (somehow) my fault for not doing this earlier, but she could of helped like the other lady did. God forbid anyone actually do there job.
And, I must add...It just isn't fair!!
So please please please, go vote! ...there are people freezing in Boston that cannot.
(It's 30 and the sun is shining).
Happy Halloween!!!
10.27.2008
Taggin' Continued...
So, I didn't tag anyone before, because there were no rules, but now that I found the rules from Kallie, here goes:
6 things about yourself, or 26 if you want HA! Then tag someone else....
I now tag Jess, Crystal, and Sunni!
6 things about yourself, or 26 if you want HA! Then tag someone else....
I now tag Jess, Crystal, and Sunni!
10.26.2008
Oops, and New Teeth
So apparently, when gettin' tagged you are supposed to write SIX things about yourself, not TWENTY SIX, so I apologize for making everyone read my life epic. Thanks Lyssa for the heads up on the rules :)
As for new teeth, Little H has not been sleeping throught the night these last few days, and this morning, at about 5 am he decided he had just about had enough of this teething business. He woke us up in a screaming fit, poor guy, and we went to give him some Tylenol and check on him...and he now has 6 top teeth. Yep, the two side teeth (the vampire ones) just decided to come in with the 2nd set of incisors...or whatever they are all called! Anyway, he was seriously hurting because he was getting a mouthful all at once. I felt so bad for his little face with those big tears running down his rosy cheeks. As I rocked him, he just looked up at me saying, "Thank you, Mommy. I feel better already." He totally has my teeth, which is SO not a good thing. I could break a bone and never feel it, but when I get a toothache, Good Gracious, give me some Motrin! I have really soft teeth, apparently...that is what the Dentist always says, which is the worst! I was really hoping he would get Daddy's type instead!
As for new teeth, Little H has not been sleeping throught the night these last few days, and this morning, at about 5 am he decided he had just about had enough of this teething business. He woke us up in a screaming fit, poor guy, and we went to give him some Tylenol and check on him...and he now has 6 top teeth. Yep, the two side teeth (the vampire ones) just decided to come in with the 2nd set of incisors...or whatever they are all called! Anyway, he was seriously hurting because he was getting a mouthful all at once. I felt so bad for his little face with those big tears running down his rosy cheeks. As I rocked him, he just looked up at me saying, "Thank you, Mommy. I feel better already." He totally has my teeth, which is SO not a good thing. I could break a bone and never feel it, but when I get a toothache, Good Gracious, give me some Motrin! I have really soft teeth, apparently...that is what the Dentist always says, which is the worst! I was really hoping he would get Daddy's type instead!
10.24.2008
Gettin' Tagged
Apparently, getting tagged on Blogger means I am supposed to post about myself??? There were no rules so here are a few things about me...and just to warn you, if you choose to read this, you might find it honestly honest...so beware, if you are the sensitive type.
This is me:
I can never, I mean EVER get those "tear on the dotted line" packages open. It just never happens for me.
I absolutely love expensive towels.
I cringe inside when anyone does something to my child without asking me or Russ. HELLO! We are the parents. WE figured out how to create this wonderful life, and we are very much capable of parenting him.
I love to shop for the latest trend. I do not care what judgement you make about my 500 dollar Coach bag and Christian Dior sunglasses, & our designer jeans. It is no one's business what we spend our money on, and that is just it, our money.
Secretly, Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) is my best friend, and also my life story...except for the fabulous clothes and the NYC thing. I had my Mr. Big and my Aiden...I just got to marry the Aiden. I have my Miranda & my sister is so Charlotte York....don't quite know anyone like Sam though!
Orange Juice turns my stomach, but sometimes I just have to have a big glass.
I'm really good at letting people get close to me & hurt me. I really do give people WAY too much credit. I used to always tell my Mother how I could not believe some adult would do this or that, and one day I realized adults are sometimes just older children, that never grew up. And, some of them are really mean & unhappy people.
I wish everyone that read my blog would comment. We do not do all of this work for nothing. It would be nice to know what everyone thinks about our true, but funny stories and cute family pictures.
I cannot even begin to compare how it feels to watch your child learn something new.
The state of Florida gives me Irritable Bowel. (Ok, so you're are thinking "That's gross, Paige," but at least it isn't YOU) I swear I get sick every time I go there.
I absolutely hate to explain myself. Why must I tell you why I am doing this or that? I am now a responsible adult/parent/wife, and I do not always need to be questioned.
I only like peanuts when in a Snickers Bar.
I'm addicted to shoes in the wrong size (ask Russ)...and ice cream (Russ also knows this secret).
I will never understand abortion.
Soggy bread makes me nauseated.
Dial-up internet makes me want to check myself into a Psych facility.
Can't understand why some people say things that make absolutely no sense.
I wish I could read a book in one sitting.
I don't like when people are SO sure they have you figured out, when they obviously have no clue.
I absolutely, without a doubt HATE racial conflict.
I think addiction is the saddest thing ever. I cry like a child at every episode of Intervention.
I think it is funny how everyone that says they hate "Drama" is surrounded by it. I used to be that person.
It doesn't matter what kind of day you had, when you lay in bed with your spouse and feel your baby kick inside your belly, there is just nothing like falling asleep to that.
And, I guess I just wish everything would be a little easier...but then how would we appreciate really great stuff??
This is me:
I can never, I mean EVER get those "tear on the dotted line" packages open. It just never happens for me.
I absolutely love expensive towels.
I cringe inside when anyone does something to my child without asking me or Russ. HELLO! We are the parents. WE figured out how to create this wonderful life, and we are very much capable of parenting him.
I love to shop for the latest trend. I do not care what judgement you make about my 500 dollar Coach bag and Christian Dior sunglasses, & our designer jeans. It is no one's business what we spend our money on, and that is just it, our money.
Secretly, Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) is my best friend, and also my life story...except for the fabulous clothes and the NYC thing. I had my Mr. Big and my Aiden...I just got to marry the Aiden. I have my Miranda & my sister is so Charlotte York....don't quite know anyone like Sam though!
Orange Juice turns my stomach, but sometimes I just have to have a big glass.
I'm really good at letting people get close to me & hurt me. I really do give people WAY too much credit. I used to always tell my Mother how I could not believe some adult would do this or that, and one day I realized adults are sometimes just older children, that never grew up. And, some of them are really mean & unhappy people.
I wish everyone that read my blog would comment. We do not do all of this work for nothing. It would be nice to know what everyone thinks about our true, but funny stories and cute family pictures.
I cannot even begin to compare how it feels to watch your child learn something new.
The state of Florida gives me Irritable Bowel. (Ok, so you're are thinking "That's gross, Paige," but at least it isn't YOU) I swear I get sick every time I go there.
I absolutely hate to explain myself. Why must I tell you why I am doing this or that? I am now a responsible adult/parent/wife, and I do not always need to be questioned.
I only like peanuts when in a Snickers Bar.
I'm addicted to shoes in the wrong size (ask Russ)...and ice cream (Russ also knows this secret).
I will never understand abortion.
Soggy bread makes me nauseated.
Dial-up internet makes me want to check myself into a Psych facility.
Can't understand why some people say things that make absolutely no sense.
I wish I could read a book in one sitting.
I don't like when people are SO sure they have you figured out, when they obviously have no clue.
I absolutely, without a doubt HATE racial conflict.
I think addiction is the saddest thing ever. I cry like a child at every episode of Intervention.
I think it is funny how everyone that says they hate "Drama" is surrounded by it. I used to be that person.
It doesn't matter what kind of day you had, when you lay in bed with your spouse and feel your baby kick inside your belly, there is just nothing like falling asleep to that.
And, I guess I just wish everything would be a little easier...but then how would we appreciate really great stuff??
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