You KNOW You're Sleepy When...

I decided sometime around 3 am that I was honestly too sleepy when this train of thoughts came to my mind...

Tiff will blog for me. She will I know she will. I'll take care of McKenna, Troy will take Elise to her Opera, Rhett will come and drive and Tiff will put it all on my blog for me.

I drifted happily off to sleep then realized that Kenna hadn't woken up yet. Going on 4 hours, I FLEW out of bed, hit the lamp light on, checked the time now around 4 am, and took three steps to her crib side. She's just fine. Starting to fuss a little. Is it because I made so much noise? Could she hear my heart exploding out of my chest? Did she need her diaper changed? Where is the pacifier and the burp cloth thing? Where is Tiff? WHY am I thinking about Tiff at all?

I picked her up out of her blankets and looked her in the face and said, "Don't worry Kenna, Tiff will be here any minute."

I really did. Then I sat down with McKenna in our rocking chair, yes my grandma's wood rocking chair with no padding, and nursed McKenna from sleep to sleep again. Changed her diaper and cradled her in my arms for a bit more then laid her back down to sleep. Then I thought, "oh my, I'm tired. Tiff's family is NOT coming at 3 am to do anything, especially if I don't call and ask or let them know... I need to sleep. I need to sleep a LOT more tomorrow during the day."

So what am I doing today? Well I slept in till 630, fed McKenna, chugged a chocolate soy/whey protein shake by Herbalife, and crawled back into bed until 745. Kenna and I moved down stairs to supervise Elise getting ready for school which we slept very peacefully through most of. I'm sad that she's getting so good at getting ready for school that she can tell time and know when to be out waiting for the bus so I can sleep. Makes me feel like a lousy mother, but hey, I'm sleeping right? We slept until 10 am, McKenna ate while I watched reruns of Law & Order. Changed her diaper, then let her rest in her bouncer for a bit while I decided that The View is not worth watching most days and today was one of them. By 1130 Kenna was falling asleep doing Tummy Time, and I'm posting about Tiff and her family keeping me up at night.




Tiff, no harm done. I'm going back to bed RIGHT now. You didn't know you were going to come and didn't show up. And honestly, you aren't the first! A few weeks ago it was the DiMera's from Days that were coming to help. Good heaven I am glad THEY didn't show up, although EJ is pretty nice to look at...

All rambling aside... Kelly THANK YOU FOR THE ICE CREAM!!! You have been redeemed! ;) I love you take it easy sweetie!

Vicki

Post Edit: After thinking about this post I've decided I need to add that I have NOT been taking anything. In fact, I never cracked open my pain meds from delivery, except the IB's. This is all attributable to just not sleeping enough, or being crazy to begin with.

And I'll take ice cream wherever I can get it!! Thanks Kell!

A Tribute to a Moving Shoe Trendy Mother

I am trying to post this with a foggy head, messy kitchen, and laundry to do... so forgive me if it is scattered or not worded great...

A while ago, one of my dear friends posted about her glowing shoe choice for indoor soccer. I've seen a movement in the local girls' soccer choice for their footwear this outdoor season. And they look vaguely familiar. They echo the wise decision making of that good friend of mine. Her adventurous spirit and joyous personality are reflecting across the road at my home from that green luscious soccer field to the east.

They are wearing these... SEVERAL of them!

Congrats Kelli, on being a Trend Setting Hot Soccer Playin' Mama!

I don't do this often enough anymore!

Having an infant is a new thing for me again. I'm a little slow at updating my blog so ya'll can see my beautiful baby girl that grunts and squeeks more than she squacks or cries, which I am grateful for. I'm also grateful for all the terrifically yummy generous food that has come our way! Great gumballs it has been wonderful! Thank you thank you thank you ALL!!!

So on with the pics, cause that is what everyone wants to see!!!



Elise holding McKenna just a couple days after she came home. I know, we are working on how to hold an infant still. She's doing MUCH better!!


You've seen this pic before, but I monochromed it. Looks pretty cool huh?



Yes, it is spring in the Ogden Valley. We still wear our snow suits cause it is COLD outside if you move or the wind is blowing. I'm so glad that we kept Elise's snow suit. Looks great on Kenna don't you think??


She still has big blue eyes. We wonder if they'll change. If they do I'm sure I will let you all know. I don't know when Elise's changed. We're hoping, just for variety, that McKenna's don't!


This is not after her FIRST bath, but after a bath. She's precious. She loves showers. I know, risky, but it is easier on my back and Mike is great at holding her. She seems to enjoy the water on her back and tummy most of all, well, besides being warm and nakey!! (We don't say nakey, but that other word is one people search for, so I change it, sorry if that sounds weird.)

So at her last doc appt she weighed 8 pounds 7 ounces. Feeding her is going well I guess by those numbers. My mastitis went away quickly, that was on day 8... ouch. Now McKenna has a cold given her by her sister. So sweet. And I've got allergies, for sure cause they hit when Mulberry hit hard yesterday. Ah, I love spring. I don't usually have allergies. I may hate this spring when all is said and done.

The OM is next weekend. I'm looking forward to sitting on my roof at 5 am and watching the craziness across the street. I will be taking photos again this year. If you are planning on coming to my lawn party... which will be very low key, I suggest coming after the half starts at 7, or before they start arriving at 4 am... however, I'm not sure I'll be up right then!!! But it will be fun to have friends over. We'll break out the chips and salsa, maybe a potato salad or something. Oh, if you're coming, let me know.

If you're running the OM, TELL ME!! I watched the entire race last year and loved seeing my friends pass. But some of them were surprises! I'd love to get photos of ya'll running by.

Okay, McKenna is calling me. Diapers and food, diapers and food. And snuggles. She snuggles really good!!!

Mike's Camera

So I really want to post some cute pics of McKenna's first bath... but they are on Mike's camera, and Mike always has his camera with him, and I'm not with him, he's at work I'm at home... so I'll find something else to post about. Maybe.

Oh here is something. I follow NieNie and her sister CJane and Pioneer Woman. On CJane I'm in her list of "followers" or something. For the longest time I've been wondering if I'll ever make it onto her page on the side bar. Then today something magical happened and there I was. My little pic of me and my nephew were on the side of CJane's blog!! Wahoo!! That was fun, and I almost missed it.

On PW, she posted recently about her boys wrestling. This was particularly amusing to me because my husband's family of 5 boys and 1 girl (yes, Tilda is in the middle! Oh and that isn't her real name.) wrestling isn't just a sport, or a past-time, it has at times seemed like life, or air, or their very existence. They wrestle with Uncle George, many of you know Uncle George. He is nearing 60 folks, has Downs Syndrome, and loves to annoy those boys. He'll pick on them just like anyone else's Uncle would and they dish it right back. Which often results in the rest of us curling up tighter on the couch so that they don't squash our feet as they roll and tickle and pinch each other during their matches on the Sunday floor.

This is the brother that wrestled Mike a few weeks ago in MY living room. They nearly gave me a heart attack, hives and a mild stroke. I was nursing McKenna in my favorite chair and they just jumped on each other. My decorations for Easter rocking precariously on the top of my piano... I have yet to grow acustomed to actual real life wrestling in MY house. I grew up with girls, we fought over the bathroom and clothes, no wrestling involved, though there may have been swearing and crying and definitely name calling.

And what is with some people not being able to read my posts?? I've had reports of my typing looking in all symbols. What is UP with that?

I need to feed my beautiful baby girl now. She has her first cold, thanks to her loving kind sharing big sister and the stupid bugs at school.

She's just too sweet to say no to, at least, not yet!

P.S. If ANY Of you know of a totally completely awesome stroller that I just must try out, please please please let me know. I'm looking for one. I want one that won't stop when I hit gravel or dirt, as I INTEND on getting back outside and in better shape pretty soon here.

Our Newest Addition

She's here. She's tiny. Tinier than I thought she would be. Tinier than I think any baby should be. But she came out quick, so that was very good. She is sweet. She doesn't cry unless someone undresses her so I can feed her. I think she's better than chocolate, even better than dark chocolate which is my favorite. She is delicious! I can't wait for peaches to come in to season, so I can think about all their yummy peach fuzz instead of hers. She's SO soft. And she loves to snuggle.

Her daddy loves her!! I adore watching him with her. I'll hand her to him any chance I can bare to part with her, just to watch them interact. He'll cuddle her down in his big daddy arms and just stare at her face. Watching every change, every twitch, every gassy smile. He'll try to wake her and she mostly refuses. When he does catch her awake, which I think has been a total of two hours since birth, he'll snatch her from me and stare at her big blue eyes and talk to her. She'll look at him and with equal interest, just stare into her daddy's face. I think they've got something. Or at least, she has him in her tractor beam, cause I think he's a gonners over her!

Beyond most obvious expressions, I'd say her older sister has it made! She can hold her little Pipsqueek anytime she wants, doesn't have to (or get to at this point) change diapers (which are huge in number!!!) or suffer through nursing engorged! She can cuddle her, and hold her, and rock her and sing to her. All in the name of love. I think she's sold too on this idea that babies are great and that this one is way more than what we could have imagined receiving.

But most of all, I'm the most hooked on her. I've been pinching myself since August. Her conception was a blessing wrought with heartache of not knowing if she'd make it here all the way. Her gestation was full of myriad feelings; gratitude, fear, anticipation, love, sickness, pain, anticipation. Her birth was bittersweet as she came into a world that will likely give her challenges that I did not face, but have to prepare her for. My fear that something would go wrong ate at me clear through the end. But she came out, with her umbilical cord wrapped tightly around her like a seat belt (she may take after me, being safety conscious), and ready for action. I still have a hard time believing this blessing. We are a forever family, and she is forever a member and she's here. To snuggle, to cuddle, to teach, to hold, to guide, to watch, to protect.

She's mine. Heaven help me be the best I can for her.