Some pictures don't really need words, but you should know that I raked those leaves at least 40 or 50 times. :o)
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
It is done...
It's done. We took Bonnie to the pound today. The whole family went. I was the one to take her inside.
I tried to find someone else to take her. We even put an add up online, but received only scams for replies. This made me sad because I really didn't want to take her to the pound. The only good news is, that our local humane society here says that they haven't had to put down a dog that was adoptable (meaning isn't violent or bites) in many years. Bonnie is a good dog who is very good with children. I am hopeful that she will find a home that is a good match for her very soon. Even the lady who took her in and heard my story thought that she would find another home very easily.
I cried. Despite everything that I have dealt with with this dog, I cried. Brady thinks she was afraid of me. I think she just wanted my place in our family pack. She LOVED Brady. She would stick to him like glue when he was home. She would barely let me touch her sometimes (usually she would pee herself if I tried). She would often pee and poop on my side of the closet or the floor by my side of the bed. She would pee and poop in the girls room when there would any kind of change in the house. If I was busy cleaning or working on the computer she would often sneak upstairs and pee or poop in any open bedroom. She would play with the girls and when I would come and try to play with her, she would abandon the game and refuse to play, instead she would cower in the corner. I felt like a bully, and I had never done anything to her.
We couldn't leave her out alone in the house. She would pee and poop and scratch out at the doors. For a while we would gate her in the kitchen but she figured out how to get past the gate so we finally had to kennel her. She would get so anxious when we would leave and then flip out when we got back. It was so crazy.
Despite all of that, when they had me put my little dog in that cage, and I looked down at her little terrified face, I cried.
I cried because for the first six months we had her she was so good! She potty trained so easily. She was sweet and cuddly (yes even with me). She would let the little kids pull and tug on her and never bit or nipped. She kept me company while Brady was gone at basic training and tech school. She traveled super well and I didn't have to have her on leash all the time. She would come when called and stay near me and the kids when walking around. She was great with other dogs and cats. She was a great all around dog.
Then Brady came home and we prepared to move to Nebraska. Everything changed. She clung to him and started avoiding me. She also started peeing in Cadence's room at night. When we moved she kept that up. We ended up buying dog diapers, which she hated, to keep her from ruining the carpet. It worked and we started the diaper cycles. She would start behaving, the diaper would come off, she would be good for a few weeks and then she would start peeing again. It was insane. Then she started fixating on me. I couldn't call to the girls to come eat with out her cowering in a corner. I couldn't laugh out loud with out her running to hide. If I tried to pet her she would pee. I spent hours on the internet looking for solutions. Got advice from friends and gave it my all. Somethings helped for a while, but she would always go back to her old ways, no matter how consistent I was.
The last straw, the day I decided I was done, I was putting clothes away in my room. Bonnie followed me in and I told her to leave. She didn't, instead she followed me into the closet where I was putting clothes away. Again I told her to get out. I went and got more clothes, turned back to the closet and there was Bonnie, pooping. She had already peed. She wasn't even trying to hide it from me anymore. I just sat on the floor and cried. I realized that if I kept her I was going to be cleaning her mess out of my carpet until she died. Or I died. I wouldn't put it past her to out live me just to have Brady all to herself. In that instant I knew that it was her or me, and since I was pretty sure that Brady liked me better, it had to be her.
In that moment I felt relieved. And in the next moment I felt horribly guilty. I felt small and ugly for even thinking of giving her up. I had taken this dog into my family. I had promised to love her and take care of her. I did (do still) love her. I had been praying for many months for help. Help to know what to do for her. Help even to just let go of my frustration with her constant defecating. I prayed that the dog would just love me too! Giving her up meant I had failed at all of this! I was a bad pet mommy. What if she never found another home??
Later that week, while I was still looking for another home for her, there was an incident. Brady was laying on the floor and Bonnie was glued to his side as always. Rory saw Brady laying there and ran over to jump on him. The second that Bonnie realized that she was heading for Brady she jumped forward and started trying to nip her. I was horrified. Bonnie had never done that ever before. In that moment I knew I really was making the right decision. My family was more important than trying to find ways to keep this crazy dog happy.
I know that I made the right decision for my family. I know I made the only decision that would keep me from going crazy. I know it. But I still feel guilty. Even with her nipping Rory. I am sad inside.
Bonnie I wish that you could have been what I needed too. I am praying that you will find just the right owner, who will be able to give you what you need. Despite everything I will miss you. Be good okay?
I tried to find someone else to take her. We even put an add up online, but received only scams for replies. This made me sad because I really didn't want to take her to the pound. The only good news is, that our local humane society here says that they haven't had to put down a dog that was adoptable (meaning isn't violent or bites) in many years. Bonnie is a good dog who is very good with children. I am hopeful that she will find a home that is a good match for her very soon. Even the lady who took her in and heard my story thought that she would find another home very easily.
I cried. Despite everything that I have dealt with with this dog, I cried. Brady thinks she was afraid of me. I think she just wanted my place in our family pack. She LOVED Brady. She would stick to him like glue when he was home. She would barely let me touch her sometimes (usually she would pee herself if I tried). She would often pee and poop on my side of the closet or the floor by my side of the bed. She would pee and poop in the girls room when there would any kind of change in the house. If I was busy cleaning or working on the computer she would often sneak upstairs and pee or poop in any open bedroom. She would play with the girls and when I would come and try to play with her, she would abandon the game and refuse to play, instead she would cower in the corner. I felt like a bully, and I had never done anything to her.
We couldn't leave her out alone in the house. She would pee and poop and scratch out at the doors. For a while we would gate her in the kitchen but she figured out how to get past the gate so we finally had to kennel her. She would get so anxious when we would leave and then flip out when we got back. It was so crazy.
Despite all of that, when they had me put my little dog in that cage, and I looked down at her little terrified face, I cried.
I cried because for the first six months we had her she was so good! She potty trained so easily. She was sweet and cuddly (yes even with me). She would let the little kids pull and tug on her and never bit or nipped. She kept me company while Brady was gone at basic training and tech school. She traveled super well and I didn't have to have her on leash all the time. She would come when called and stay near me and the kids when walking around. She was great with other dogs and cats. She was a great all around dog.
Then Brady came home and we prepared to move to Nebraska. Everything changed. She clung to him and started avoiding me. She also started peeing in Cadence's room at night. When we moved she kept that up. We ended up buying dog diapers, which she hated, to keep her from ruining the carpet. It worked and we started the diaper cycles. She would start behaving, the diaper would come off, she would be good for a few weeks and then she would start peeing again. It was insane. Then she started fixating on me. I couldn't call to the girls to come eat with out her cowering in a corner. I couldn't laugh out loud with out her running to hide. If I tried to pet her she would pee. I spent hours on the internet looking for solutions. Got advice from friends and gave it my all. Somethings helped for a while, but she would always go back to her old ways, no matter how consistent I was.
The last straw, the day I decided I was done, I was putting clothes away in my room. Bonnie followed me in and I told her to leave. She didn't, instead she followed me into the closet where I was putting clothes away. Again I told her to get out. I went and got more clothes, turned back to the closet and there was Bonnie, pooping. She had already peed. She wasn't even trying to hide it from me anymore. I just sat on the floor and cried. I realized that if I kept her I was going to be cleaning her mess out of my carpet until she died. Or I died. I wouldn't put it past her to out live me just to have Brady all to herself. In that instant I knew that it was her or me, and since I was pretty sure that Brady liked me better, it had to be her.
In that moment I felt relieved. And in the next moment I felt horribly guilty. I felt small and ugly for even thinking of giving her up. I had taken this dog into my family. I had promised to love her and take care of her. I did (do still) love her. I had been praying for many months for help. Help to know what to do for her. Help even to just let go of my frustration with her constant defecating. I prayed that the dog would just love me too! Giving her up meant I had failed at all of this! I was a bad pet mommy. What if she never found another home??
Later that week, while I was still looking for another home for her, there was an incident. Brady was laying on the floor and Bonnie was glued to his side as always. Rory saw Brady laying there and ran over to jump on him. The second that Bonnie realized that she was heading for Brady she jumped forward and started trying to nip her. I was horrified. Bonnie had never done that ever before. In that moment I knew I really was making the right decision. My family was more important than trying to find ways to keep this crazy dog happy.
I know that I made the right decision for my family. I know I made the only decision that would keep me from going crazy. I know it. But I still feel guilty. Even with her nipping Rory. I am sad inside.
Bonnie I wish that you could have been what I needed too. I am praying that you will find just the right owner, who will be able to give you what you need. Despite everything I will miss you. Be good okay?
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Tuckerd out
This girl plays hard. She is always go go go and is incredibly entertaining. And then she just crashes. I have given up trying to get her to nap in her room. She naps where she falls! In just grateful she naps.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Yes it's true...
We are pregnant. Again.
As some of you may have guessed already, this was not planned. At all.
So lets go back to Beckah turning four months old.
*******Disclaimer!!! I am about to talk about female things. Not in great, gory detail, but I know some of the guys out there freak out if the word 'period' is mentioned in a 30 foot radius of their person. Consider yourself warned!********
Beckah turned four months and annoying Aunt Flo decides it's time to make a come back. As you can imagine I was less than thrilled. I was, in fact, down right surly about it. Not only was she back I was now getting ovulation pain. It was so bad that I had to take a prescription Motrin left over from Beckah's birth to go about my day in a regular fashion. The only good news in all this was that I knew exactly when it was possible for me to get pregnant (something we didn't want to do any time soon) and my new visits from Aunt Flo were insanely regular. Every thirty days on the nose for 3 months.
During this time, Brady and I had been considering the possibility that we might be done having kids. My pregnancy with Beckah was so incredibly awful that we were both hesitant to go there again. Plus Beckah really is an angel of a baby. We were starting to think maybe we should be ending on a great note, you know. There was still a part of me that really did want another one, though, so I told Brady that we should wait and talk about it in another year and see how we both feel. That would give me a year to take stock of my feelings, either way, and I would have time to be sure of my decision.
I dropped an egg on either the 11th or 12th of October (small biology lesson for those who don't know, sperm can live for about 5-7 days and a woman's egg is only good for a day maybe a day and a half max. So you have to be careful around the time of ovulation for a couple of days in either direction since the sperm can hang out for a bit, ready to pounce on the egg the second they make it into the fallopian tube...now back to your regularly scheduled story time). Aunt Flo was supposed to rear her ugly head on the 23rd of October.
Nothing.
I was a bit surprised considering how regular things had been for the last three months, but I am still breastfeeding Beckah every three hours and in the world of breastfeeding there are no real rules. It was entirely possible for my body to have just decided not to have a period anymore. I looked it up online and everything. And since Brady and I are always super careful about things like this it never even crossed my mind that I might have been pregnant.
So I give it some more time. By Halloween I was starting to have some concerns, but I was also having mild cramping. Any day now, right?
By Thursday the third I decided to get a test. I figured I'd pee on the stick and then I could finally get Aunt Flo to commit. It had worked before.
So after putting Beckah to bed I head to the bathroom. Pee on stick. Change into P.J.'s and head back.
As some of you may have guessed already, this was not planned. At all.
So lets go back to Beckah turning four months old.
*******Disclaimer!!! I am about to talk about female things. Not in great, gory detail, but I know some of the guys out there freak out if the word 'period' is mentioned in a 30 foot radius of their person. Consider yourself warned!********
Beckah turned four months and annoying Aunt Flo decides it's time to make a come back. As you can imagine I was less than thrilled. I was, in fact, down right surly about it. Not only was she back I was now getting ovulation pain. It was so bad that I had to take a prescription Motrin left over from Beckah's birth to go about my day in a regular fashion. The only good news in all this was that I knew exactly when it was possible for me to get pregnant (something we didn't want to do any time soon) and my new visits from Aunt Flo were insanely regular. Every thirty days on the nose for 3 months.
During this time, Brady and I had been considering the possibility that we might be done having kids. My pregnancy with Beckah was so incredibly awful that we were both hesitant to go there again. Plus Beckah really is an angel of a baby. We were starting to think maybe we should be ending on a great note, you know. There was still a part of me that really did want another one, though, so I told Brady that we should wait and talk about it in another year and see how we both feel. That would give me a year to take stock of my feelings, either way, and I would have time to be sure of my decision.
I dropped an egg on either the 11th or 12th of October (small biology lesson for those who don't know, sperm can live for about 5-7 days and a woman's egg is only good for a day maybe a day and a half max. So you have to be careful around the time of ovulation for a couple of days in either direction since the sperm can hang out for a bit, ready to pounce on the egg the second they make it into the fallopian tube...now back to your regularly scheduled story time). Aunt Flo was supposed to rear her ugly head on the 23rd of October.
Nothing.
I was a bit surprised considering how regular things had been for the last three months, but I am still breastfeeding Beckah every three hours and in the world of breastfeeding there are no real rules. It was entirely possible for my body to have just decided not to have a period anymore. I looked it up online and everything. And since Brady and I are always super careful about things like this it never even crossed my mind that I might have been pregnant.
So I give it some more time. By Halloween I was starting to have some concerns, but I was also having mild cramping. Any day now, right?
By Thursday the third I decided to get a test. I figured I'd pee on the stick and then I could finally get Aunt Flo to commit. It had worked before.
So after putting Beckah to bed I head to the bathroom. Pee on stick. Change into P.J.'s and head back.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no. I shook the stick. It's still there. That's when I started to cry.
Yeah. I cried.
It was too soon. We were smart and careful!!! I was thinking back to when it had to have happened and there wasn't any obvious cause for concern. Maybe the test is wrong.
I took the offending stick to Brady. He took one look, his eyes got huge, and he asked me if it was a joke. Nope. I cried some more.
Brady hugged me and said, "Honey, lets have a baby." It was probably one of the best things he could have said.
We talked about when it must have happened and when baby would be due and needing a new car. We are hoping I won't be as sick as last time.
I did pee on another stick the next morning to be sure. That one said pregnant too.
I wish I would have taken a video of when we told the girls. Cadence's face was priceless and they are so excited. Rory will just randomly hug me and tell me that she is so glad I am pregnant again. They have made me excited too.
There are plans to make and stress ahead, but we will make do. While unexpected, this baby is most certainly wanted.
So here again is our new family tree, with my due date! :o) The girls helped me do finger print leaves. It was so much fun!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Our Family Tree
The girls and I did a little art project we wanted to share with everyone!
Yes there is a story to go with this.
Don't worry.
I'll tell you all more about it in a few days. :o)
Friday, November 4, 2011
She's 8 months old...
Where does the time go?
She crawls now and is getting fast. Time to get a gate for the stairs I think.
She is still so sweet. To me anyway. She is going through some severe "anyone who isn't mommy" issues. It's making things tough for daddy. And who am I kidding, mommy too.
She has a lot of teeth now. Two on top, two on bottom, and she is working on about four more.
No it's not very fun.
The picture below is my favorite face she makes right now. I call it bulldog face. Annoying part is when she makes this face it usually means she is grinding her teeth together. Sigh.
Happy 8 months sweet girl! You are growing up to fast!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Halloween 2011
We had a blast this halloween. I got to walk the girls door to door this year (Brady did it last year). It was perfect that night, in the 50s I think. For us that is warm! lol
Cadence was a vampire and Rory was a blue dragon. Beckah was a ladybug, but only because we couldn't find the green monster sleeper in her size. In the picture below Beckah was ticked because I wasn't holding her. That happens a lot these days.
Cadence wanted purple hair to match her dress. The first can of spray we bought (said purple on the bottle people) made her hair bright pink. She had a costume party for a friends birthday and she was pretty annoyed by the pink. So we found another brand and it came out more purple than pink. Cadence was happy with it.
And what Cadence does, Rory must do as well.
We had gone to the pumpkin patch while Uncle Kyle was here and he found us an awesome pumpkin. 32lbs of pumpkin if I remember correctly. I picked up one more at the Walmart. When it came time to carve them we did a nice face on the big one and Brady insisted on doing a "Creeper" from one of the games he plays on the computer. lol The girls really liked it.
The "Creeper"
And the more standard face on the big pumpkin.
The girls really enjoyed looking at them when we were done.
Once they were on the porch our local squirrels decided they were fair game. For whatever reason the liked the "Creeper" and didn't even touch the big one. So after about three days you couldn't tell what the "Creeper" had been, they had eaten that much of it's face! lol
It was fun. We gave out a ton of candy and the girls got tons more! I really love living in a place where we can go door to door again. There really isn't anything like it.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Scary thing happened today...
Today has been a really peaceful day for me. I have gotten the things I wanted done, finished and it was just really relaxed. So when it was time to go get Cadence I was annoyed to find myself in a hurry. For no reason. I kept looking at the clock while I was getting Rory and Beckah ready for the walk and saying to myself, "There is plenty of time! Why am I feeling like I need to hurry?" It was irritating.
This persisted all the way to the school and while we waited for Cady to get out. One of my mom friends even commented that I seemed agitated and asked if I was okay. So Cady comes running out, talking a mile a minute and I can barely listen to her because an urgent wave of hurry hit me again. I could hear it in my head! You need to hurry home! So I get Cadence walking the right direction and we start walking home at a good clip. Exactly a block from the school the hurry feeling just evaporated. It was crazy and I literally came to a stop and looked up. And right there, in the middle of the street (during the busiest time of day) was a little girl, about Rory's age. Just standing there in the middle of the street looking very confused. There are cars coming so I do what I hope anyone would do, I put the brake on the stroller and dash out to the street and snatch her up and carry her back to the side walk.
Once I had her safe off the street I got down and asked her if she was lost. She told me that she couldn't find her mom. She pointed to the van parked cross the street and told me that was her car, but her mom wasn't in it and she didn't know where she was. I asked her if she wanted to stay with us while we waited for her mom to come. She said yes and Cadence took her hand and we crossed the street to the play ground right next to her mom's van. We can see the school from here and I kept expecting to see a mom running our way calling this girls name. But I didn't.
The little girl told us her name and what her mom looked like and then I had them play at the little park while I called 911. The Dispatcher was very nice and asked me a bunch of questions, some of which I didn't have answers to. Then she asked me, "Can you wait there with her or do you have somewhere you need to be?" I was floored by this question. What kind of person wouldn't wait?
I replied, "Of course I can wait. There isn't anything I can think of that would be more important than making sure this girl finds her family."
The dispatcher stayed on the phone with me while we waited for the police officers to arrive. The little girl was playing very nicely with my girls and it was braking my heart thinking her mom was probably losing her mind with worry right now. Then I see a woman matching the girls description of her mom running with two other kids down the block towards us. They were coming from the school. I told the dispatcher that I was pretty sure we found the mom.
As the woman got close the little girl called out to her and broke into a run. Her momma snatched her up so quick and then practically sagged to the ground. Her other two kids weren't far behind. I about started crying. The mom was crying. I quietly came over and told the mom who I was and how we had found her little girl. The dispatcher told us to wait for the police to get there. Mom had just enough time to get herself back together before the police arrived. The two officers were very kind and were glad that everything had worked out and that they weren't needed after all. The older of the two pulled out some stickers for the older kids and then they went on their way.
The mom sat down on the bench and let the kids play and I sat down with her. She thanked me so many times. I told her that I only did what I would hope someone else would have done had it been one of my kids. Turns out it really was her van that the little girl was trying to get into. :o) She told me that her kids were on the swings at the school when she turned away for a few seconds to say bye to a friend. When she turned back the little girl wasn't there. She looked all around but didn't see her. The panic didn't set in right away. In the end they had most of the school staff looking for this little girl and were just getting ready to call the police when the mom thought to check the car and see if she had made her way back there. That's when she saw me at the park and she said hope just flooded her heart. Suddenly she was sure that her daughter was with me. I hugged her then and told her I was so glad that I had been in the right place at the right time. We sat watching the kids for a bit. Then I asked her name.
We sat there and talked about nothing topics for almost 45 minutes, letting the kids play.
Before we left she gave me a huge hug. Our older girls exchanged numbers to have a play date. It seemed odd to be saying goodbye in such a normal way, considering how the whole thing started.
I know, in my heart, that the Lord was hurrying me. I can't tell you how glad I am that I hurried.
This persisted all the way to the school and while we waited for Cady to get out. One of my mom friends even commented that I seemed agitated and asked if I was okay. So Cady comes running out, talking a mile a minute and I can barely listen to her because an urgent wave of hurry hit me again. I could hear it in my head! You need to hurry home! So I get Cadence walking the right direction and we start walking home at a good clip. Exactly a block from the school the hurry feeling just evaporated. It was crazy and I literally came to a stop and looked up. And right there, in the middle of the street (during the busiest time of day) was a little girl, about Rory's age. Just standing there in the middle of the street looking very confused. There are cars coming so I do what I hope anyone would do, I put the brake on the stroller and dash out to the street and snatch her up and carry her back to the side walk.
Once I had her safe off the street I got down and asked her if she was lost. She told me that she couldn't find her mom. She pointed to the van parked cross the street and told me that was her car, but her mom wasn't in it and she didn't know where she was. I asked her if she wanted to stay with us while we waited for her mom to come. She said yes and Cadence took her hand and we crossed the street to the play ground right next to her mom's van. We can see the school from here and I kept expecting to see a mom running our way calling this girls name. But I didn't.
The little girl told us her name and what her mom looked like and then I had them play at the little park while I called 911. The Dispatcher was very nice and asked me a bunch of questions, some of which I didn't have answers to. Then she asked me, "Can you wait there with her or do you have somewhere you need to be?" I was floored by this question. What kind of person wouldn't wait?
I replied, "Of course I can wait. There isn't anything I can think of that would be more important than making sure this girl finds her family."
The dispatcher stayed on the phone with me while we waited for the police officers to arrive. The little girl was playing very nicely with my girls and it was braking my heart thinking her mom was probably losing her mind with worry right now. Then I see a woman matching the girls description of her mom running with two other kids down the block towards us. They were coming from the school. I told the dispatcher that I was pretty sure we found the mom.
As the woman got close the little girl called out to her and broke into a run. Her momma snatched her up so quick and then practically sagged to the ground. Her other two kids weren't far behind. I about started crying. The mom was crying. I quietly came over and told the mom who I was and how we had found her little girl. The dispatcher told us to wait for the police to get there. Mom had just enough time to get herself back together before the police arrived. The two officers were very kind and were glad that everything had worked out and that they weren't needed after all. The older of the two pulled out some stickers for the older kids and then they went on their way.
The mom sat down on the bench and let the kids play and I sat down with her. She thanked me so many times. I told her that I only did what I would hope someone else would have done had it been one of my kids. Turns out it really was her van that the little girl was trying to get into. :o) She told me that her kids were on the swings at the school when she turned away for a few seconds to say bye to a friend. When she turned back the little girl wasn't there. She looked all around but didn't see her. The panic didn't set in right away. In the end they had most of the school staff looking for this little girl and were just getting ready to call the police when the mom thought to check the car and see if she had made her way back there. That's when she saw me at the park and she said hope just flooded her heart. Suddenly she was sure that her daughter was with me. I hugged her then and told her I was so glad that I had been in the right place at the right time. We sat watching the kids for a bit. Then I asked her name.
We sat there and talked about nothing topics for almost 45 minutes, letting the kids play.
Before we left she gave me a huge hug. Our older girls exchanged numbers to have a play date. It seemed odd to be saying goodbye in such a normal way, considering how the whole thing started.
I know, in my heart, that the Lord was hurrying me. I can't tell you how glad I am that I hurried.
Cadence and her lost teeth
Last week Cadence lost one of her top teeth. She was eating a hotdog at school when it fell out and she is pretty sure she swallowed it. They helped her look for it, but couldn't find anything. So the Tooth Fairy got a note explaining the situation and she was kind enough to leave Cadence a really neat gold dollar coin!
The last night I hear Cadence crying in their room after we had put them to bed. Turns out her other front tooth came out when she was drinking out of her water bottle in bed. There was some blood (I don't think it was quite ready to come out on it's own) but she said it didn't hurt.
The Tooth Fairy made it (despite the short notice) and Cadence was super excited the next morning.
No really. She was very excited.
It still seems crazy to me that I have a kid old enough for losing teeth.
In other news, Beckah and Bonnie are close friends. Bonnie guards Beckah from sneak attacks by Rockstar (the kitty) and in return Beckah...er...mauls Bonnie. I have no idea why Bonnie lets her do this, but she does and never makes a peep about it.
Rory has been sick. Poor girl. Beckah has been too, but Rory seems to always get sick the worst.
She has adjusted to Cadence being at school very well. She often makes me "play" cards with her. This usually consists of us dividing the cards up and then Rory makes up whatever rules she feels like. It can be very fun.
She is still my goofball, even when she is sick. I have to admit that I don't mind all the extra cuddle time. She has also getting really creative with her pretend play and it is super fun to listen to what she comes up with. I say listen because if she catches me watching her she will get mad and tell me to leave her alone.
I love this age. Except the mega tantrums. I could do without those.
My Beckah-bean.
She is just the sweetest thing in the world. I am constantly kissing her cheeks and hands and feet.
She is starting to get around. If I put her down next to me in the living room it isn't long before she is on her belly pushing herself around in a circle, then rolling until she gets to where she wants. I have watched her go from one end of the room to the other like this. It's really rather impressive.
She also broke a top tooth today! It's a sharp little thing.
She was grinning at Rory in the photo below. This girl LOVES her sisters.
She also loves her daddy. She gets excited when he comes home and loves to sit and rub his fuzzy head. It melts my heart.
Other than the sick girls things here have been pretty mellow. Just keep on going on, you know? To spice things up Uncle Kyle (Brady's younger brother) will be coming to visit! We pick him up Saturday and he will be with us for a week! We are super excited to see him and hang out.
Monday, October 10, 2011
The difference between boys and girls...
I'm telling you, the differences are fundamental and are obvious even in infancy.
Girls are moody...and it totally freaks the boys out. Poor Gage here has the deer in head-lights look that so many men get when faced with an emotional female.
Oh good, she has calmed down now...play time!!
Gage's tentative smile when Beckah reaches out to him. We are okay now right?
Look, even their posture screams "boy" and "girl." Beckah sitting neatly with her legs folded in, back straight, hands in lap while she attempts to make polite conversation. Meanwhile, Gage is sprawled out, taking up as much space as is humanly possible. I'm pretty sure he hasn't heard a word she said.
His turn to reach out. Of course Beckah, in classic girl style is trying to get her hand back. Probably thinking, "He totally just had that hand in his mouth! Ugg, boys."
In the end they are just babies. And babies can't resist feet. Theirs or anyone elses!
Happy monday!
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