On a Lighter Note

Okay so yesterday's post was not all happy thoughts and such, so today I will post about my lovely family.  Sometimes I just look at my gorgeous baby girls and think how stinkin lucky I am and how much I love them.  BOOM, then Willow does something naughty and it makes all those unicorns and rainbows disappear.  I do love them immensely though. 

Charlee was 9 months last Tuesday.  She weighed in at a whopping 18lbs and 12 ozs.  She was 50% on weight and 90% on head and height. Guess who she gets that from?  Both her and Willow are like their dad.  He has this ginormous head. I can't find him one of those cool looking fedora hats to wear. 

Charlee is moving around all the time and has the walking thing down in her walker.  She will chase you around in it and run into your ankles if you are just standing there.  I feel like need to wear boots so it doesn't hurt.  She is babbling a lot now.  Her first word was mama, then ba ba and then she finally said dada.  Willow heard her say mama and would tell me every time.  She was even telling Charlee, "say Willow".  It was cute.  She is a little porker with food.  She will eat mostly everything I put in front of her.  I gave her a hard boiled egg a couple weeks and ago and she ate it while making a mess.  Then this last Sunday I gave her a fried egg, yolk not runny and she broke out in hives.  Poor thing, it was all over her body.  Then to top it off the day before she started having diarrhea and developed a major diaper rash.  The diaper rash could not get better with the diarrhea.  Thankfully it has cleared up and the rash is getting better.  She has such sensitive skin.

Just when I think Willow has the potty training thing down she gets these setbacks.  She will go a little in her pants and then decide she needs to go to the bathroom.  She is constantly changing her undies.  I am not sure if she is getting them a little wet on purpose so she can go change into a new pair because we bought her new undies or not.  Has not had a pooping incident for a LONG time.  She always tells us she has to go like she is asking for permission to go to the bathroom.  She will stay dry all night but once in awhile we get a wet bed but for the most part she has done really well with nighttime.  

We have been doing more things with the MOMS club now since I am not babysitting anymore.  It has been nice to get out and have Willow playing with others and doing a fun activity.  it also gives me some adult talk while the kids play.  All the ladies are really nice and helpful.  I guess every month they have a DADS night out and Tim is looking forward to that so he can get to know some people outside of work.  If he could find a brewing buddy I am sure he will be in heaven.  Maybe he can get some started in the brewing thing. 

We made the final decision to rehome Frankie.  We had tried and paid for a dog behaviorist to make it work but it just wasn't.  I can't say I totally gave up on him.  I think about him all the time and I hope the new family is enjoying him.  He is a good dog when it doesn't come to the ball obsession and his new obsession of food.    I was wondering what Willow would say when she came home and didn't see him.  She never said a word to me, but that night out of the blue she told Tim Frankie had to go bye bye because he was naughty.  Not sure if she heard us talking about it before hand or not.  Then last night she said she wanted to sleep with Frankie and I told her she couldn't because he had a new home.  She didn't understand. 

So all in all we are doing pretty good here in the desert.  Looking forward to the cooler temps so we can be outside without melting like a popsicle.  It just feels weird to me knowing the Huskers play this Saturday and it is HOT out.  I am used to it being cool for football season.  Don't know if I will ever get used to that. 

Today at the splash pad.  It was hot, look at her red cheeks.

Big blue eyes

Cute little nose and long eyelashes.

Feeding the cows at with Josh and getting to pet them.

Baby ducks at Uncle John's.  Always an adventure there. 

Trying to get the cows to come over to fence.  With 92 yr old great grandpa.  I love this pic.  Also like seeing all the green trees in the background.  I sure do miss that.  GREEN!

One month

Has it really been that long since I have sat down and spouted off my life happenings here.  Wow!  I truly have thought to myself, hey I need to write something out, but life gets in the way sometimes.  I love how people say that you should just leave the mess and not worry about it.  Let the kids play and spend time with them.  Well, sometimes I just can't do that.  To me when I have a messy or dirty house it just stresses me out. Plus if my house is clean and picked up I know where all the bugs are and if there are new ones coming in the house.  Case in point, today while sweeping my bathroom floor I found a baby scorpion.  It was alive this time unlike last.  It was a little thing and I hear those are the worse for stings.  They will sting and just release a ton of venom.  What is most disturbing about this scorpion is that the exterminator was here not even a month ago!

I will use nap time to get some cleaning done or do something that I have really wanted to do or sometimes just take a nap myself.  There is one thing that I REALLY need to sit down and do since it was started a year ago.  That is Charlee's Christmas stocking.  I didn't feel bad for not completing before Christmas since she was basically just one month old.  Lordy, thinking about getting that project out again is daunting.  I am scrambling to get this birthday memory book done for Willow's 3rd birthday.  It is a book that starts at age three and that age is approaching in less then a month.

Tim and I have also been busy making this house into a home, our home.  I didn't know how to describe the feeling we got when we were done with a lot of painting, until I got in touch with my window coverings guy.  His business is called House to Home.  That just hit the nail on the head.   It was a house when we moved in but didn't become a home until we put our personal taste and decorating into it. 

There is so much that has happened that I might have to break this up and write separate posts.  I am not promising anything but I will try my best. The one thing that I struggled with this month is death.  These thoughts were brought on by the death of my Uncle Jim, uncle by marriage.  He had been ill off and on and beat some great odds.  Working in the health care I have seen death but never once have I really thought about it in such a manner.  I think when you are around it with your job you kind of detach yourself from it a bit, plus the person who is or has died is not a family member. 

My uncle had gone to the hospital for some fluid retention in his legs.  He was found to have some pulmonary hypertension and was getting some fluid in his lungs.  With my background, I knew this was not good.  Eventually it came out that he really couldn't win this one and he was looking at death.  This is what bothered me, that he knew he was going to die.  I couldn't even imagine what was rolling through his head all the time.  How could one sleep?  Then on the other side of it how was his wife, my Aunt, dealing with the news.  Your husband is going to leave you forever.  Just counting down the days would be extremely hard not knowing when exactly it was coming.  Could you get out all the "I love you's" in that amount of unknown time. Did you let people know you were sorry for that one thing you regretted? Ahhh, this really ate at me. 

Then I couldn't stop thinking about if death just happened out of the blue.  Bam, one minute you have your loved one then out of nowhere they are gone.  This is what happened to my mom, my real dad.  At 28 my dad was killed in a car accident.  A drunk driver hit his truck that was carrying him, my pregnant mom ( with me) and my sister.  My dad was killed instantly and my mom and sister were thrown from the truck.  Here is a young woman who's husband who died, had a little 5 year old and another child on the way.  How do you pick up and go on?  Did you get that one last I love you out and let them know how much you love them?  What about the plans you had for that weekend to spend together?  What is worse, not knowing or knowing death is near?

Okay so maybe this post ended up being a little heavy but it has been on my mind and just made me think about things a little differently.  I promise the next post won't be such a downer.