Tuesday, June 30, 2009
An Emotional Outpouring
Monday, June 29, 2009
Over The Moon!
A Prayer Request
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I Need All Smartness Vibes
Saturday, June 27, 2009
It's the Little Things
Friday, June 26, 2009
With Friends Like These...
A beautiful award from a beautiful friend.
And I am tasked with sharing it with 8 others.
I usually really agonize over the passing on of awards. I want to share with the people who frequent my blog, who comment on my blog, or whose blogs I visit and really get a lot from. I try not to replicate anyone who has been given the award within our little circles...
But this time, I'm just going to wing it and give the award to the 1st 8 bloggers I can think of... the bloggers that are on my mind and that I've connected with as some of the bloggers who aspire, inspire and share the most beautiful of human attributes: art, wisdom and friendship.
And I can't forget... my non-blogging friends who read my blog. Christy, Ashli, Lindsey, Tim, Victoria, Jim, and all my Facebook friends who read and respond!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Am I Feeling Inspired?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Had A Bad Day...
Chicken and Noodles
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
The Poopy Post
Zach has a bad rash. It started with weird poop Friday. Squishy, soft, loose... sometimes pure liquid. (See? Motherhood is not for the faint of heart.) This, of course, quickly led to a bright red rash. Typically, Desitin (the original stuff, not the creamy stuff) clears up his rashes right away. Not this time.
So I grab the handy dandy Boudreaux's Butt Paste. It helps a little but only for one application.
By Sunday morning, some spots are better but some are worse- much worse. There is a spot just where his little butt cheeks start to come together that is bright red... and ulcerated. In other words, bleeding. Diaper changes result in screams of "owie! owie!"
We give him some semi-naked time. We let him hang out with just a t-shirt on outside, on the deck... inside on a well covered kid couch.
My baby is in pain. My baby has tears at diaper changes. It's time for full on warfare.
I go to Target and buy every tube and ointment I can think of that could possibly be used on a rash.
We put a diet in place- white rice, bread/toast, yogurt, water.
After his bath, I load the ulcerated spot with Neosporin + Pain Relief. I coat his bottom with A+D Ointment. I coat the diaper with Triple Paste.
This morning, things look less red, less painful.
Thankfully, my mom has taken me up on my begging and pleading... ok, she's Grandma, she's easy, all I had to do was ask... but she's come to stay for a couple of days so that we can keep Zach on a diet that fixes the poop issue, keep him in as clean of pants as possible...
And I have to admit there is a potential added bonus. 2 years ago, Teagan had a bout of diarrhea. My mom came to take care of her. And my mom potty trained her. In 2 days. So successfully that we took a day trip to visit family in Chicago and Teagan stayed dry the entire visit- even notifying us in the car when she needed to stop to potty.
So maybe Grandma will have magic to work on Zach. And maybe not. Maybe he isn't ready. Maybe the little bit of pottying he's been doing is just... experimentation. But maybe he is ready to be done with diapers. Maybe he is ready to start focusing on using the potty on a regular and consistent basis.
But no matter. Whatever the outcome... my kids are getting some fantastic Grandma time, my son will have a fully healed butt in a day or 2, and I get some quality time with my mom.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Beef and Boards Presents "Annie"
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Cold Cut Cookie Cutters
Friday, June 12, 2009
RIP, My Friend
Chicken Dinner Face
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Hello Dance
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I'm A Smartypants!
How Does My Garden Grow?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Anyone Have a Spare Free Trip to NYC?
Monday, June 8, 2009
Muffin Tin Monday
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Fogo de Chao
Friday, June 5, 2009
Friday Frustration- Wooden Playset Edition
Thursday, June 4, 2009
My Creative Zen
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
June is LGBT Pride Month!
I'm not L or G or B or T but I am LGBT friendly and supportive.
So I send out 3 cheers to President Obama for this new Proclamation!
Forty years ago, patrons and supporters of the Stonewall Inn in New York City resisted police harassment that had become all too common for members of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) community. Out of this resistance, the LGBT rights movement in America was born. During LGBT Pride Month, we commemorate the events of June 1969 and commit to achieving equal justice under law for LGBT Americans.
The LGBT rights movement has achieved great progress, but there is more work to be done. LGBT youth should feel safe to learn without the fear of harassment, and LGBT families and seniors should be allowed to live their lives with dignity and respect.
My Administration has partnered with the LGBT community to advance a wide range of initiatives. At the international level, I have joined efforts at the United Nations to decriminalize homosexuality around the world. Here at home, I continue to support measures to bring the full spectrum of equal rights to LGBT Americans. These measures include enhancing hate crimes laws, supporting civil unions and Federal rights for LGBT couples, outlawing discrimination in the workplace, ensuring adoption rights, and ending the existing "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy in a way that strengthens our Armed Forces and our national security. We must also commit ourselves to fighting the HIV/AIDS epidemic by both reducing the number of HIV infections and providing care and support services to people living with HIV/AIDS across the United States.
These issues affect not only the LGBT community, but also our entire Nation. As long as the promise of equality for all remains unfulfilled, all Americans are affected. If we can work together to advance the principles upon which our Nation was founded, every American will benefit. During LGBT Pride Month, I call upon the LGBT community, the Congress, and the American people to work together to promote equal rights for all, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I'm A Keeper!
There are always rules, of course. You have to earn your awards!
1. Post a funny or sweet keepsake that tells something about myself.
2. Pass the award on to 10 other bloggers that I think are keepers.
A funny or sweet keepsake about myself? Like Alix, I feel like I've shared so many! My favorite would be My Magic Christmas. Or sweet posts about my kids and how much I love them or how happy they are.
But if I dig back... search and search the memory banks...
I remember the day that my husband proved to me that he was my hero. He likes to play it up like he's a wus... but when you get right down to it... he is loyal, reliable, strong.
Childbirth can be an overwhelming experience. Going into it the first time, I had no clue what it would be like. I was scared of the pain, potential tearing, contractions, blood, afterbirth, placenta... just all of it was so overwhelming. We went to our childbirth classes. I read books. I got online and joined birth boards and learned from moms who had been through it.
Jeff was nervous. He didn't think he could handle the blood. The idea of a child pushing through my vagina was a bit more than he could bear. The nasty factor of childbirth is very strong when you haven't been through it.
At one point in the pregnancy, Jeff even tried to convince me that he didn't want to be in the delivery room. No way was he getting away with that! But we did agree that he would be an above the shoulders dad- there to support me, cheer me, help me. But not dealing with the below the waist birthing part at all.
We're at the hospital. Labor is in full swing. I'm handling it pretty well- until my water breaks and the contractions get insanely hard. I cave and ask for an epidural.
The nurse and doctor come in and have me sit up, lean over the bed tray, and ask Jeff to hold me still. As I am moving into sitting position, a contraction hits and I freeze. Jeff keeps hold of my arm and keeps me held frozen in place until the contraction passes. I get in place on the bed and cart thingee, head down on a pillow. Jeff leans over me and whispers in my ear while they do the epidural. Held me in place, comforted me.
Then we get to the point where it is time to puuuuush. The part Jeff's been worried about. There aren't stirrups... the nurse has me pull my knees up and then instructs Jeff to grab my leg and hold it in place.
He pales a bit. And grabs hold.
The contractions are almost constant at this point. My epidural is about half effective so I can feel when the contractions hit and know when to push. The nurse is holding one leg, Jeff is holding the other.
Teagan starts to crown. Her head would push forward and back in, forward and back in.
Jeff, my husband... the one who was so scared... who thought he didn't want to be there... who didn't want to see any of it... became fascinated by the birthing process.
He starts trying to convince me that I need to see what is happening, how amazing it is. He begs me to let him get the camera... to have them pull down the mirror so I can see it, too. He's holding my leg, he's cheering me on, he's completely excited about everything that is happening.
I couldn't have done it without him. He's a keeper, too. My own keepsake.
And no- Even with his ringing and enthusiastic endorsement and encouragement, I didn't watch and there are no pictures or videos of Teagan's birth. Thank you.
I am going to award this lovely blog award to the following blogs that I love reading and look forward to seeing pop up on my reader!
Honorable mention to: moosh in indy and Color Me KatieBut all my readers and all the blogs I visit and comment on... all keepers!!