It's been a long time since I posted so I figured I would at least tell you what Grace has learned to say (still waiting for those first steps).
In no particular order, she likes to say:
hey, hi, bye (good bye), bug, ball, doll, yay, dad (daddy), baby, mom (mama), good girl, shoe, bear, duck, dog (arf arf), book, chewy, Mmm, more, bath, me me, and her new one today cracker. I think she's said pop pop for grandpa/ma, bottle, cat, and car a few times too.
on top of that, she says a bunch of gibberish I don't yet understand.
She also has picked up a little sign language: ball, milk, mama, dog, eat, baby, and her own made up sign for remote control.
She even started hugging and kissing her mom, dad, and toys (loves her dogs). She still enjoys dancing, and has started singing a little too. She has also become interested in hair, she likes to lift it then drop it (repeatedly). Yesterday she learned how to click her tongue.
Her new favorite song is Chewy Chewy, and she likes to sing along (sometimes she says tummy instead).
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Ups and downs
A couple of weekends ago we went to NY to visit again. It wasn't bad, but our whole schedule was thrown off again. We got stuck in traffic for 2 hours on the way home so got to bed around 5am. Not to mention I was feeling a little carsick on the way up.
The first couple of days when Grace slept in I thought that was the reason, but then tuesday she got a fever. A lot of people told me that fevers come and go with teething so not to make a big deal out of it, which I tried.
But on wednesday when her fever hit 102 we went to the ER (because the doctor's office was already closed). After 6 hours, they concluded that there was nothing wrong with her but I should keep giving her tylenol, UGH! It hit 103 at the hospital.
Despite the drowsiness, Grace was very talkative but extra snuggly. I was so relieved when the fever was gone, but then I noticed she was getting a little rash.
My dad and I figured it was just heat rash until it got a little out of hand! We called the nurses hot line (not wanting to be in the hospital another 6 hours). They concluded is was Roseola/baby measles. Great! We had just taken Grace shopping and exposed her to who knows how many kids. Besides being a little grumpy and snuggly, the ailment didn't bother Grace much.
Now that she's feeling better she is talking up a storm! I can't even remember all the words she's been saying! She now has 3 teeth and is 14 months old. She also learned the sign for baby and started hugging and kissing her toys. Oh, and she stood unsupported for one whole second on sunday (but she doesn't believe she can do it so she won't do it again).
Of course, I am feeling a little under the weather now, but that's ok, it's probably just allergies ;)
Here are some pictures of Grace's poor little rashy body(a lot worse in person, all red), and a couple of other cute pictures. Her hair is getting so long!
The first couple of days when Grace slept in I thought that was the reason, but then tuesday she got a fever. A lot of people told me that fevers come and go with teething so not to make a big deal out of it, which I tried.
But on wednesday when her fever hit 102 we went to the ER (because the doctor's office was already closed). After 6 hours, they concluded that there was nothing wrong with her but I should keep giving her tylenol, UGH! It hit 103 at the hospital.
Despite the drowsiness, Grace was very talkative but extra snuggly. I was so relieved when the fever was gone, but then I noticed she was getting a little rash.
My dad and I figured it was just heat rash until it got a little out of hand! We called the nurses hot line (not wanting to be in the hospital another 6 hours). They concluded is was Roseola/baby measles. Great! We had just taken Grace shopping and exposed her to who knows how many kids. Besides being a little grumpy and snuggly, the ailment didn't bother Grace much.
Now that she's feeling better she is talking up a storm! I can't even remember all the words she's been saying! She now has 3 teeth and is 14 months old. She also learned the sign for baby and started hugging and kissing her toys. Oh, and she stood unsupported for one whole second on sunday (but she doesn't believe she can do it so she won't do it again).
Of course, I am feeling a little under the weather now, but that's ok, it's probably just allergies ;)
Here are some pictures of Grace's poor little rashy body(a lot worse in person, all red), and a couple of other cute pictures. Her hair is getting so long!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
can I just scream now?
This is another rant, sorry.
**UPDATES: Erik got us all a membership to the Y, except now that I'm pregnant I don't want to go...arg. He doesn't spend so much time away any more and spends most of his leisure time working on getting a new job. He recently quit playing Maffia because he realized he was wasting a lot of time on it.**
So recently Erik got a trial membership to a gym because he wants to lose weight. Needless to say, he spends more time outside than he spends at home. I don't know how to tell him I don't like him being gone so much (other than what I've already said). When I try to tell him how I feel he says, "would you rather I don't get in shape?" I guess I can't complain too much, because he is here sometimes.
It's just so frustrating because I NEED A BREAK! And there's no one to rescue me. As much as I love Grace, I feel trapped. It's partly my own fault for not making many friends here, but he needs to be more compassionate.
I told him I don't mind that he wants to go out every night, but I wish he wouldn't go alone. Meaning, he needs to find something for the whole family to do besides grocery shopping and church.
I understand that he has to go out wednesdays for scouts, and I understand that he enjoys going bowling tuesdays, but come on! does he have to go out mondays, thursdays and fridays too?
On top of that, he wants to have another baby. My response, "start helping out more with this one."
His response, "I changed her diaper and fed her today." That's great but it shouldn't mean he's off the hook.
Sure, we've gone to scouts and bowling, but it's not worth keeping Grace up when he still can't even talk to us.
Don't even get me started on what he does when he is home! Ever hear of technology obsession? If it's not the computer than it's the Xbox. I HATE IT!
Why do his friends/mother come before his wife/child? WHY? I am so tempted to block that stupid Maffia game, because he is so obsessed he plays it at work and keeps me up until 1 am every night.
And if I try to tell him how I am feeling, "you worry too much" "you're exaggerating" "you're acting like your mom" and my personal favorite, "you should learn how to control your hormones/emotions so they don't control you."
MEN!!
**there's more, but I'll spare you the details**
**UPDATES: Erik got us all a membership to the Y, except now that I'm pregnant I don't want to go...arg. He doesn't spend so much time away any more and spends most of his leisure time working on getting a new job. He recently quit playing Maffia because he realized he was wasting a lot of time on it.**
So recently Erik got a trial membership to a gym because he wants to lose weight. Needless to say, he spends more time outside than he spends at home. I don't know how to tell him I don't like him being gone so much (other than what I've already said). When I try to tell him how I feel he says, "would you rather I don't get in shape?" I guess I can't complain too much, because he is here sometimes.
It's just so frustrating because I NEED A BREAK! And there's no one to rescue me. As much as I love Grace, I feel trapped. It's partly my own fault for not making many friends here, but he needs to be more compassionate.
I told him I don't mind that he wants to go out every night, but I wish he wouldn't go alone. Meaning, he needs to find something for the whole family to do besides grocery shopping and church.
I understand that he has to go out wednesdays for scouts, and I understand that he enjoys going bowling tuesdays, but come on! does he have to go out mondays, thursdays and fridays too?
On top of that, he wants to have another baby. My response, "start helping out more with this one."
His response, "I changed her diaper and fed her today." That's great but it shouldn't mean he's off the hook.
Sure, we've gone to scouts and bowling, but it's not worth keeping Grace up when he still can't even talk to us.
Don't even get me started on what he does when he is home! Ever hear of technology obsession? If it's not the computer than it's the Xbox. I HATE IT!
Why do his friends/mother come before his wife/child? WHY? I am so tempted to block that stupid Maffia game, because he is so obsessed he plays it at work and keeps me up until 1 am every night.
And if I try to tell him how I am feeling, "you worry too much" "you're exaggerating" "you're acting like your mom" and my personal favorite, "you should learn how to control your hormones/emotions so they don't control you."
MEN!!
**there's more, but I'll spare you the details**
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I don't feel like a nice person today
WARNING: there are things that people may find offensive. that is not my intention. I am just trying to reach out and let you know how I feel.
So yesterday I was feeling very bummed. I don't know why, but I was. And when I got thinking about how lucky I am, and how I have nothing to complain about, I just felt worse. I got thinking about it though, and I think that the theory "we chose our trials in heaven" may have some truth to it.
Let me make an analogy for you to better understand what I mean. Let's say that there was a certain weight in trials everyone needed in order to fulfill their purpose in life. Some chose a few big trials where others chose a bunch of little trials (like myself). It's like the old riddle, "you have a ton of bricks and a ton of feathers, which weighs more?" They weigh the same, but there are a lot more feathers than bricks.
I think my life has represented the feather side of the riddle. Sure, I've had my trials, but when compared to someone else my life has been . . .well, feathers. I've got a friend who seems to be carrying a lot of bricks on her back and I ache for her, but I know that she can handle them (though at the time none of us feel like we can handle it). I look at her with respect, because I know I couldn't handle such big trials as well as she does.
Honestly, the worse thing that's ever happened to me is the loss of my grandpas. I don't want to sound like I am bragging, I am grateful. But I can't help but wonder if I am being too judgmental sometimes. You see, I look at these people with their pile of bricks and I say to myself, "what are you complaining about? my pile of feathers is so much bigger than your pile of bricks."
I came to this realization this morning when I had a dream that very blatantly showed me what a cruel and selfish person I am being. I won't bore you with all the details, but I will tell you what it was that hit me "like a ton of bricks."
First I will give you a little back ground. Recently, I seem to be surrounded by women who are having a hard time starting their family. I feel for them, but I don't know what to do or say, and I feel that I can't say anything because as far as I know I can get pregnant very easily. It wasn't until one of them sent me a link that said exactly how she was feeling that I realized what they are going through. It simply said this, "not being able to conceive is like having a loved one die every month." I never thought about it like that. I am glad she opened my eyes.
So anyway, in this dream a complete stranger came to me desperately seeking my help. Basically she was going to force me to be a surrogate mother for her. She was willing to do anything, which was obvious because she had broken into the house and intended on kidnapping me to get a baby. In this dream I was so cruel to her, I said some things that were so horrible I don't remember them. When I woke up I realized that I am being insensitive in real life, to women I am very close to. I feel horrible about it.
I have no idea what any of them are going through, and hope I never have to experience that pain.
So, to all of you out there that are having a hard time conceiving or have lost a baby I am so sorry that I have been so insensitive to you! In my heart I know you will be a great mom, and I sincerely pray that day comes for you very soon. I love you all and I want you to feel the joy that I feel every day when I am hugging my little "Squishy." It really is the best feeling in the world, and everyone who seeks after it truly deserves it.
So yesterday I was feeling very bummed. I don't know why, but I was. And when I got thinking about how lucky I am, and how I have nothing to complain about, I just felt worse. I got thinking about it though, and I think that the theory "we chose our trials in heaven" may have some truth to it.
Let me make an analogy for you to better understand what I mean. Let's say that there was a certain weight in trials everyone needed in order to fulfill their purpose in life. Some chose a few big trials where others chose a bunch of little trials (like myself). It's like the old riddle, "you have a ton of bricks and a ton of feathers, which weighs more?" They weigh the same, but there are a lot more feathers than bricks.
I think my life has represented the feather side of the riddle. Sure, I've had my trials, but when compared to someone else my life has been . . .well, feathers. I've got a friend who seems to be carrying a lot of bricks on her back and I ache for her, but I know that she can handle them (though at the time none of us feel like we can handle it). I look at her with respect, because I know I couldn't handle such big trials as well as she does.
Honestly, the worse thing that's ever happened to me is the loss of my grandpas. I don't want to sound like I am bragging, I am grateful. But I can't help but wonder if I am being too judgmental sometimes. You see, I look at these people with their pile of bricks and I say to myself, "what are you complaining about? my pile of feathers is so much bigger than your pile of bricks."
I came to this realization this morning when I had a dream that very blatantly showed me what a cruel and selfish person I am being. I won't bore you with all the details, but I will tell you what it was that hit me "like a ton of bricks."
First I will give you a little back ground. Recently, I seem to be surrounded by women who are having a hard time starting their family. I feel for them, but I don't know what to do or say, and I feel that I can't say anything because as far as I know I can get pregnant very easily. It wasn't until one of them sent me a link that said exactly how she was feeling that I realized what they are going through. It simply said this, "not being able to conceive is like having a loved one die every month." I never thought about it like that. I am glad she opened my eyes.
So anyway, in this dream a complete stranger came to me desperately seeking my help. Basically she was going to force me to be a surrogate mother for her. She was willing to do anything, which was obvious because she had broken into the house and intended on kidnapping me to get a baby. In this dream I was so cruel to her, I said some things that were so horrible I don't remember them. When I woke up I realized that I am being insensitive in real life, to women I am very close to. I feel horrible about it.
I have no idea what any of them are going through, and hope I never have to experience that pain.
So, to all of you out there that are having a hard time conceiving or have lost a baby I am so sorry that I have been so insensitive to you! In my heart I know you will be a great mom, and I sincerely pray that day comes for you very soon. I love you all and I want you to feel the joy that I feel every day when I am hugging my little "Squishy." It really is the best feeling in the world, and everyone who seeks after it truly deserves it.
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