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Dancing fools!

This is how we spend our Friday nights!!

Bad Customer Service

Do NOT buy anything from Unclaimed Furniture in Duncan SC. They have a 24 hour return policy that they will not follow, even though they give you merchandise that does not resemble what you picked out from the showroom floor.

Per my sister

Hopefully some pictures will hold her over.

Me and my girls in a box.



Ivy has done her own makeup. Doesn't she look FABULOUS!



Yesterday, Ada had tubes put in her ears. The first picture is when we first put on her gown.



After waiting for the doctor for 45 minutes. That is a thermometer strip on her head.



The "surgery" went ok. It was definitely harder on me than it was her. Randy stayed home with her all day and I think it was rough. She was pretty fussy. But, just as always, when the other parent gets home, she is fine. She slept all night. Hopefully this will help with the infections.

Another side note, she took 7 - 8 steps at one time, several different times on Saturday, but nothing really since then.

This is what fun is!

Another tooth

The left bottom #2.

Fun Fun Fun

Today is just the beginning

As of tonight, we are the proud owners of a minivan.

Yeah for more room to messy up!!!

mamamamama

We started saying mama on June 18th. Yeah!!!

It is now fine to resume saying dada.

Just so I don't forget

Ada's top two front teeth came in simultaneously on 6/15/11.

One day I will get a baby book for Ada and write things in it.

I promise.

More firsts before I forget

I still need to get a book for Ada that has a tooth chart.

The bottom right tooth came in Saturday, May 21st. The top left is about to poke through as well.


When we went to pick Ada up at school during naptime last week, she was on her tummy. I asked the lady if they laid her down like that, and they said no, she flips herself over. Hmmm, I have never seen her do this.

Well, sure enough, after I put Ivy down, I went to check on Ada, and she was on her belly. Being the paranoid mother that I am, I flipped her over. She must be a good sleeper, because she never woke up and let's just say it wasn't a smooth flipping over either.

I never had to worry about this with Ivy. She was always in the same exact position I left her in, up until about 9 1/2 months old when she started sitting herself up in the crib.

Firsts

Oh my, before I forget to write it down, b/c at this point, I still don't have a baby book for Ada.

She said dada for the first time on 5/2. Yes, I know, over a week ago.

She now has her first tooth. It is on the bottom left. It has just barely poked through the tiniest little bit.

Ivy wore big girl pan.ties for the first time all night last night. No accidents or anything. We will see what kind of trend this becomes. Hopefully a good one!

6 months old

20 days ago. But we are just now having our 6 month visit.

So, here are a couple of pictures from this morning. The self portrait of the 3 of us tells the story. Randy says I look a little frazzled. I wonder why?







And our experience with the Easter Bunny. I told Ivy she could get candy from the Easter Bunny's basket, but she had to get close enough to pick out the candy. That was as close as she would get, hence the picture.



And bless that little teenagers heart (this was at Pizza Inn). I don't think he had ever held a baby before. I guess I just wanted a picture, he would figure out how to hold her. And he did good.

The things this kid does

cracks me up!!

Today we were at a restaurant eating lunch, and they had music playing. SOme of it was 80's music. I had just told my husband how loud it seemed. (I think I am getting old.) And this is what followed:

Ivy: I need to get down mommy (out of the booth)

Me: Why?

Ivy: Because I need to dance.

Me: Well, ok, have at it.

And I tell you, she proceeded to dance her little heart out in the middle of the restaurant without a care in the world.



And today marked the infamous beginning of WHY. Why, why, why. That is all I heard this morning. Never have we had this before. I was dreading it. I was secretly hoping we had missed this stage. But alas, we are not that lucky. I tried to be a good mom and give good reasonable answer. But never fail, she wore me down and I ended several sessions with "Because I said so".



And starting early, with never to be shown up by her sister, Ada had her own first yesterday. She rolled from her back to her stomach. I never did see Ivy doing this, or at least remembering it, so I thought this was huge.

Ada is also sitting up pretty good. I put a bo.ppy kind of thing behind her just in case.

She also decided while she was on her stomach yesterday to skooch (I have NO idea how to spell that word, so I spelled it how it sounded.) her butt up in the air and attempt to propel herself.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot until I looked at the pictures, Ada also put her foot in her mouth for the first time.

We leave you with some pictures of our recent outings.






Mommy and Me exercise time




And this next one is just because there seems to be a theme




Why is it there are two pictures of my backside? Surely, I have a better side.

Starting to talk

Last night was a rough one. Ada fell asleep early without eating all of her last bottle. She was up again at 10:30 screaming at the top of her lungs. This is so uncharacteristic of her. Normally, once she is down at 7:30, she is down for good, and you never hear a peep out of her. You almost wouldn't know she is in there.

I gave her a little bit of food and she went back to sleep. Again at 1:30, she started screaming again. Not just little yells, full on wailing and sreeching.

So, we gave her gas drops, more food, and she was pretty warm, so to top everything off, I gave her some Mo.trin. After that, she woke up this morning like nothing was wrong.

I give all of the background for the fact that I think it was one of those "baby is going to have some sort of development leap, growth spurt" nights.

Tonight while she was on the changing table, she started to make real word sounds, not just babbling. It sounded very close to dadadada, and boy did she have a lot to talk about. So we may be close to our first words.

Time is flying

Ivy says some of the craziest things. I need to write them down everyday, b/c everyday she comes up with something new.

The other day I was sitting on the couch feeding Ada and Ivy says, OMG mommy. I said excuse me honey. And again she says OMG mommy. Hmmm. SOmeone around this house must say this too much.

But here is what we have been up to:

Our first trip to gymnastics. We will sign up for this after Randy's hand gets better.




They both have on purple monkey pajamas. Dressing alike is not just for Christmas.




She looks so grown up in this picture. I love the smile and the hair. She was backing up to hide from me.




Both kids smiling. Both kids looking at the camera. All in one picture. JACKPOT!!

Who do you think she learns this from?

Do you think I should turn her around?






And if you take a picture of the baby, you better be prepared to take one of the big sister. And no, I did not have her pose. It took me a minute to figure out what she was doing (being just like her baby sister).

Rollin, Rollin, Rollin

Yeah Ada! She rolled over from her tummy to her back for the first time!

Birth Story

Better late than never. So here goes.

The last time I went to the doctors office was on Sept 29th. I was STILL only 1 cm. So that meant not inducing the next day. We were scheduled to go to the hospital on Tuesday Oct 5th at 5 pm. They would put in a cervadil and hope that by in the morning we were ready.

During that week, I did everything I could think of (and was willing to do) in order to get Ada to come out on her own. Lots of walking, squats, some running, and yes, even a little sex. I did not want to be induced.

It is funny to me that my first came five weeks early. So for this one, we (and I mean I) were given weekly 17p injections to prevent early pregnancy. I started having contractions some where around 28 weeks. They even did the fetal fibronectin test to see if she was coming early.

So at this point, (40 plus weeks), not only has she not come early, but we are looking at forcefully evicting her. Crazy.

So anyways, we get to the hospital on Tuesday afternoon and the process begins. After being checked in and going through all of the questions, the nurse decides to check me. LOw and behold, we are at a 3 - 4. Yeah, no cervadil. We did ask if we could go home, but the answer was a NO. At that point they did go ahead and start anti.biotics. They would change the bag every 4 hours.

To say that no one got any sleep was an understatement. My husband went to waf.fle house at 3 am to get something to eat. I had not been allowed to eat since midnight. Little side note: the waffle house he went to was robbed one week later at the same time of night he was there. Uggh.

I never did think morning would come. The nurse said I could do anything I wanted to until 6 that morning. So, I got up and took a shower and we went to walk the halls. At this point, I am still trying to get this baby to come out on her own.

At six, we were back in the room ready and waiting for the nurse to start things. She finally came in and started hooking me up. The doctor came in about 7 to break my water. That was the oddest feeling. She did not tell me what she was doing, and I first I did not notice the big knitting like stick she was holding. After she broke my water, she mentioned that it had meconium in it and I started to worry. But she kept telling us not to worry and that everything would be fine.

I was still a 3 - 4 after all of this. So I made the decision to go as long as I could before getting the epidural. I think I made it 2 to 2 1/2 hours. It had gotten to where I would lose focus during the contractions. I just did not want labor to stall after I got it and have to go for a c-section. This was my BIGGEST fear. So after 2 plus hours of what I consider OMG contractions, I finally got the epidural about 10:30. By the time he was finished, she checked me again. Still a 3-4. At this point I thought I would cry. I was so upset that the contractions had been that bad (in my opinion) and I had made no progress. I was sure we were headed for the operating room.

Well, then things got crazy. I was having terrible pain under my right hip bone. They kept turning me over and over trying to get the epidural to take on the right side. Nothing was helping. They put the oxygen mask on me. They gave me a "booster" shot of pain meds to try and get the pain to stop. Meanwhile, baby's heart rate is going crazy. Up, down, up down. All over the place. I started to get very nauseous. I just knew I was going to vomit. I felt terrible. They did end up getting me some phenagran through the iv. It immediately made me feel better.

So, the nurse decided after all of this she better check me again to see what was going on down there. Now since the epidural had been put in, it had been about 45 minutes. She checked me and I was at a 9 and things were happening fast.

The nurse told them to call the doctor and get things set up to deliver. After things were getting ready, the nurse wanted to do a trial push to see where we were. This had to be the funniest part. She said when I felt a contraction to push and see what happened. So I did and she said STOP. Baby's head was already crowning.

Because the doctor was not there yet, I was told, in a semi laughing manner, to put my legs down, no laughing, no sneezing, no coughing. She was afraid the baby would come out.

The doctor finally got there, and we were ready. We pushed a little just to get her head out. She had to be suctioned quickly and in depth before she could breathe in any meconium so that she would not get sick. It seemed like forever with them sucking her out. I pushed one more time and she was out. And just like her older sister she did not cry. This has to be the hardest thing in the world. All you want is that cry to make you feel like everything is ok. We waited and waited and waited. They were still trying to suck her out to get all of the meconium out. She finaly cried a little, but not much. Unfortunately, Randy did not get to cut her cord b/c of all of this.

But after a little bit, everything was ok and we were all good.

2 months old

We go to the doctor today for our first set of shots.

But for now here is a picture.