My pillow is about to become evidence in my attempted murder trial!! No seriously Scott stop snoring!! I might actually kill him tonight.

Hemangioma

So today Ailyn had her hemangioma removed. So here is a brief time line along with pictures

6 AM waiting at admitting for our surgery scheduled at 7:15.

Taking a brief nap before being whisked away for anesthesia. 7AM.

Her last picture of her little red bump. This was right around 7:15.

Resting comfortably with her own blankey's around 9 ish.

Around 2:30 PM after a nice long nap. And she removed her steri strips. Now it looks like she was in a knock down drag out fight with another baby.

Right around 10 PM tonight we are resting comfortably. Her eye is still swollen and bruised. She is just about ready to zonk out for the night. What a day we have had.

Why does my precious little girl think nothing of waking me up at 3am and then falling back asleep by 4 only the wake up again around 7 and then nap at 8??

Dear life...

To Whom it may concern:

This is going out specifically to the entity out there that is directly looking over and examining my life. The one with the clipboard and scale. The one making sure that all the good things that happen are balanced with equally bad/negative things. The one who never really lets things get TOO outa whack. Or at least always helps me find a way out of my current dilemma. 

Simply put, Thank you!! I have only just recently developed an appreciation for all that you do. For all the crap (and seriously its A LOT of crap) that you pile on me, there is always someone with a shovel digging me out. Literally the last real ice/snow in North Carolina the entire street worth of neighbors at my in-laws came out to dig me out of the ice/snow that I was stuck in.

I just want to make it known that I get it and I really do appreciate it. Who ever you are making the checks and balances you are doing a great job. 

For example you sent me back to Ohio (great), where my hubby has a good job with lots of room to move up and make more money (great), a nice house in the right area (great). Hubby took a lil over a $10,000 a year pay cut (not great), we only have one car now (not great), me trying to find a job working the few hours a week that we wouldn't need a sitter to make ends meet and failing (not great). 

For a while there the not greats were starting to push the greats into the shadows. But now I am gonna be babysitting 2 FABULOUS kids, that happen to be the same age as my 2 lil monkey's that are at home with me (great). Some people might worry about having two infants at the same time. I have faith in myself that I can handle it. And two 3 year olds... I got it no problem. I have been taking care of kids since I was a kid. My mom tried the whole childcare as birth control routine all it did was tell me I knew just how to take care of a kid and give me GOOD money as a teenager. That might explain why I had Gwen when I was only 18. 

Anyway that's besides the point. I just wanna say I understand and except all the shhhhhhtuff, that is heaped on me. Does this mean I like and enjoy it?? NOT BY ANY MEANS!! I'm still gonna get pissed and frustrated but I at least know that in the end something ok is around the corner. 

I hope all the people in my life have the same or at least similar entities in their lives. Whether its God or Karma or whatever, I'm glad I've got it. 

 

Strange but true

It has recently come to my attention that my son Connor has a lil bit in common with Conan...

1. Connor - Conan

2. Ogren - O'Brien

3. Red hair

4. Blue eyes

5. Both get called CoCo

6. BIG head

I'm sure I could come up with more but, I need to go to bed.

Everything is changing...

Today two things that have NEVER happened before, happened. Two things that I knew would happen eventually but I just didn't think would happen quite yet.

First of all Michael decided to go potty. He had a pull-up and pants on and he took his pants and pull-up off and went potty. I was amazed after weeks of fighting and crying, and then there was his reaction to my crying. He just did it. No prompting, no begging, no yelling he just did it... WOW!!

And then there's my baby baby. She's been a lil more fussy then usual the last couple days and I was thinking maybe shes not full enough. I buckled her into her bouncy seat and slapped a bib on her and gave her, her first taste of rice cereal. I know they usually say to wait until they are about 4 months old. But she's almost there, she's like 3.5 months (ish). She did GREAT, she took the whole tablespoon and a half that I made for her. She smiled and cooed and gurgled and kicked her feet. So I think she might have liked it.

Today has over all been a pretty good day. My babies are growing up (all of them). Ailyn is starting to eat food, Michael is going potty, Connor is writing his own name in kindergarten, and Gwen is reading books that are meant for kids 3-5 years older.

I know Ailyn is still new but 18 more years of firsts and new beginning's doesn't feel like its enough time. How can that possibly give me first teeth and steps and riding a bike?? I mean really does 28 years give enough time to experience all 4 of my kids amazing first everythings?? 'Cause really 28 years is how much time will have passed from when Gwen was born to when Ailyn is legally an adult...

I know there will be college graduations and weddings and grandkids and all their firsts. But its just not the same plus that's all SO FAR AWAY...

So in conclusion my world is turning upside down and my life will never be the same again...