Monday, June 21, 2010

Proud moment

At this moment, my heart is swelling with pride and joy. Yet, at the same time, I am a bit sad at the thought of how quickly things seem to go once we get past a certain point. Kaylan is now getting her way around the house pretty well. She still doesn't trust herself to walk around unassisted, though, it's coming and there will be no stopping her. Eric and I sat across from each other today on the floor and we helped her practice walking to each of us. I guess I should have the video camera handy so we can get her first steps on film.
How did we get to this point? It's as if I went to bed last night, still pregnant with Kaylan, and I wake up this morning to her as a toddler. Not to mention little Dylan: Wow, did he get here quickly or what? This past Saturday, I was where I was at last year when I got pregnant with him, 11 weeks postpartum. This year, I am just as proud to say that I am NOT pregnant again! I don't think I could handle that all over again. It was rough having kids back to back like that. It's done now and we can focus on taking steps forward as a family instead of taking steps back with planning, running out of room and running out of money.
Dylan is getting to the point to where he is becoming more and more aware each day. He is smiling at me now! Oh how that warms my heart!!! It is so much more pleasant than the crying that we have heard non-stop for the past (almost) 3 months. The very first time he smiled at me (and it wasn't gas) I told him, "You better do nothing but smile from now on. I've heard enough crying to last us to the end of the year." And, of course, he didn't take me seriously, but it's okay. I at least had a little moment of bliss with him at that time. And I am sure that there are plenty more moments like that to come as he gets older and starts to figure out how to play and explore with different things.
Kaylan has been amazing me throughout this whole "two under two" process. She is such a good big sister! When Dylan is in his bouncy seat, she will either "show him" how to play with his toys, or she will get behind the seat and bounce it up and down. Of course, we keep it monitored because she gets a little excited and bounces the seat aggressively. It's like she knows she's helping and doing something nice. One time, I had Dylan on the floor for a diaper change, she went over to the pile of laundry I had close by (I had not gotten to folding it by that time) and grabbed a shirt. It was one of her shirts, but a shirt non-the-less, as her little brother was wearing nothing but a diaper. She scoots back over to us and lays the shirt on top of his face as if she were to say, "Here, put this on." I actually think I have her doing that on video! Just now, we had Dylan on the blanket for tummy time. At this particular moment, he wasn't in the mood for tummy time. Kaylan finds his pacifier, and brings it over to him then gently pats him on the butt!
These are just a couple of moments that I have witnessed over this past 11 weeks that simply warm my heart and make me feel so proud. Let's hope they share and nurture each other forever. In a world gone to $&!#, they've at least got each other and the love of their family. I will always be proud of them. And even though things didn't seem to go exactly as we had planned or hoped for, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day!!!

Happy Father's Day to all of the future, old, and new dads out there. A special thank you to Eric for being the great husband and father that he is. I love you my Eric!
The babies and I did the best we could to make today special for Eric. These days, we run low on funds from time to time so we couldn't go out to enjoy dinner at a restaurant or anything like that. Not that I would want to take Kaylan AND Dylan both to a restaurant any time soon. Dylan is a bit of a handful. The day was pretty chill other than the fact that Eric had a terrible migraine headache that carried over from the night before. I felt so bad for him. We tried to get him to rest a little bit while I took the babies out to my mom's house to visit with my step-dad for Father's Day. But, Eric said it wouldn't be Father's Day without his family and that he was going to go with us. All-in-all, we made it as special as we could. We ordered take-out pizza and watched Step Brothers once we got back home. We put Kaylan to bed around 8:00 and now I am up with Dylan until he gets his next bottle and goes to bed. Eric has to be up early in the morning for work and he just kissed me goodnight.
Back track to the first part of the weekend: Friday has now become my Jacyday! Dylan and I met up with Jacy for lunch at Baibry's. Dylan has been getting a little better with getting out and not screaming or crying the whole time, but that doesn't mean it is any easier. Because, what makes him calm is when someone is holding him. I held him while we ate lunch at Baibry's and I almost dripped some of my pita filling on his head, but, somehow I didn't. Then we went to the pottery shop for me to finish up on something I made for Kaylan. He was fine while he was in his stroller and moving but once we stepped foot in the door he started fussing. I knew it was getting close to his sleepy time, but, he only likes to sleep either laying on his tummy or being held in someone's arms. So, Jacy ended up holding him while I finished up on my piece. It would have been real nice except for this one chick that wouldn't shut up. She stood there and had a conversation with Jacy out of nowhere. I would try to lighten up the conversation by saying something witty but she would just stare at me. She was basically wanting to compare herself to other stay-at-home moms; yeah, she was one of those. Annoying.
Saturday, with the help of Jacy and her husband Joel, I went with Joni to get my tattoo on my foot. Dylan had to wait outside with Jacy and Joel while Joni went in with me. Usually when I go into this particular tattoo facility, they take me straight back and begin to start working on me. That was not the case this time around. This was the first time ever that I had to wait. And I felt so bad because I had to get help from my friends to take care of Dylan. The longer I waited the more I started to talk myself out of it. But, it was all arranged, all of us were already there, let's just do it and get it done. Finally, after waiting for an hour, I began the tattoo process. The least they could have done was give me an estimated wait time for us to put that hour to better use. Oh well, I definitely owe a big THANK YOU to Joel and Jacy for their time. And, the tattoo turned out great. It is still pretty tender. I was so afraid of how bad it was going to hurt, seeing how it was on the top of my foot. In all honesty, it didn't hurt much worse than getting it elsewhere on the body. I am glad it is over though.
Now, to start a fresh new week. Enjoy it everyone!

Monday, June 14, 2010

Action-packed weekend

All-in-all it turned out to be an okay weekend, not that we didn't run into a challenge here and there. Friday, Dylan and I went to Baibry's coffee shop to meet our friend Jacy. We chatted for a little while then walked down to the pottery shop so Jacy could drop off her finished work, and I picked up the project I had made for Eric's Father's Day gift. It turned out so cute! I made a picture frame with Dylan's footprint and Kaylan's hand print and placed a picture of in the frame of Eric holding the babies. And, of course, I couldn't wait to give it to him, so it is sitting on his nightstand now. Dylan was pretty well behaved overall, he just got pretty cranky when it got close to his feeding time. I don't think the heat really helps with his crankiness either. And it seems as though those car seats hold a lot of heat in.
Saturday, I was counting down the hours until I finally got to go out with my friend Jeanette! She and I met up at 6:00 to go eat at Outback steakhouse and then from there we went to Savannah Smiles. It was a blast. We were very responsible, I only had three drinks myself. But, we sat back and laughed at everyone else that was getting plastered. There was this one older lady in particular that was all over the place, dancing and mingling with all of the younger folks. She referred to herself as a jaguar (I guess she meant cougar). She stopped at our table and yelled "I guess these young boys can't keep up with old goobers like me!" You know she was singing in the church choir the next morning.
Once I got home later that night/ early Sunday morning, the babies of course were already in bed and I missed them so much, especially my Kaylan. But, it really felt good to go out and enjoy some "me" time.
Sunday, was Joni's (my little sister) 18th birthday. We had planned for both of us to get a tattoo that day but they could only get her taken care of. There was only one artist there that was booked with appointments, but he was nice enough to work Joni in since it was her 18th birthday and her first tattoo. She got a cute ladybug crawling on her shoulder. I plan on getting the same thing on my foot when we go back this weekend or sometime during the week. I had brought Dylan with me but we could not take him in there due to the fact that he is minor. So, my mom and I took turns waiting in the truck with him.
Then, Sunday took a total 180 turn, we ended up having to take Kaylan to the emergency room at around 4:30. Thank goodness our friend Adam (Jeanette's husband) was home, they live just across the street from us. They love kids and they didn't mind keeping Dylan with them while Eric and I took care of Kaylan's situation. The diaper rash that we thought was under control after visiting with her doctor had come back. But once we were able to see the doctor at the hospital, he said it was infected by a yeast infection, which is common when the skin isn't completely dry once you place a cream on top of the already infected area. I felt so bad for Kaylan. There isn't a worse feeling in the world than seeing your child in pain and not being able to do anything about it. It seems as though, whenever you see your own child in the slightest bit of pain, you wish you could take it from them and put it on yourself instead of seeing them suffer. That is exactly how I felt. We were able to keep her occupied throughout the waiting process, but she knows when she is somewhere strange like a doctors office. She was on high-alert and did not want Eric to put her down for a second. Once we finally saw the doctor, he knew what he was doing, very quick and to the point. He clearly understood that the kids and parents go through enough trauma by that point to be handled by a strange person in a strange place. I don't think he even touched her, didn't ask for us to lay her on the bed either. Eric was able to hold her the whole time, which I'm sure really made a difference in her not having a total meltdown.
After we got out of the hospital, we drop off Kaylan's prescription at Walgreen's. While we waited for that, we went to McDonald's for dinner and treated Kaylan to her very first Happy Meal. She LOVED it!
We then got back into town to pick up Dylan before going home. Of course, he was a perfect little non-fussy angel for Adam and Jeanette. Once we got there, Dylan saw me and started with his usual ways of fussing.
Ugh, will this ever end? I wish I could at least have a day during the week that I could take both the kids somewhere where they can be taken care of and I can get back to the house and actually get stuff done. I have got so many lose ends here it is not even funny. Between two babies, one or both of them is bound to need me at times throughout the day. If that means not finishing with folding laundry or dusting, then it will have to wait (and sometimes be forgotten about). Anyway, maybe I will have this down eventually.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Is it Friday yet???

Wow. It seems like all hell breaks lose on a Monday morning. Monday we had Dylan's 2-month check-up at the pediatrician. Since Kaylan's diaper rash was still lingering I called to get her worked into the same appointment. Luckily, Eric left work a little early to meet me there and to help me with the kiddos. The last time I had taken both of them to the doctor by myself wasn't so bad; I was actually quite proud of myself! But, this time, I knew would be different. Mother's intuition I guess. And, I was right. It's difficult enough going in there, holding Kaylan while pushing Dylan in the stroller. I totally forgot that the office had moved to another building in the same parking lot. So instead of loading everyone back up just to unload again, we walked across. The door to the new office swings back closed when it is open so it was difficult holding Kaylan and trying to maneuver the stroller in through the narrow door-way AND hold the door open. Thankfully, a lady on her way out held the door open for us. God bless nice people! Then they call me up to the counter a couple times while Dylan was fussing and I was trying to give him his bottle. After paying the co-pay, Kaylan wanted to hold my billfold. So, to prevent from having two fussy babies, I let her hold onto it. Then this one little girl, she may have been two years old or so, comes in the waiting area we are in and takes my billfold from Kaylan and tries to open it. The girls mother was too busy talking on her cell phone in a totally different waiting area. I couldn't believe it so I quickly snatched my billfold away from her, and by that time they had called all of us back. Eric made it there just in time, I had both the babies up on the observation bed and trying to undress Dylan while making sure Kaylan didn't go over the edge (she was getting a little excited about the paper they had laid out). I wanted to cry! I know it doesn't sound so bad but it was a lot more hectic as it was all going on. Dylan now weighs 11 pounds, 14 ounces, more than double his birth weight. And Kaylan is at an even 22 pounds! Dylan already weighs half as much as Kaylan, which I think is pretty neat. My babies are growing!
Dylan has been doing pretty well, other than being extremely fussy. I think it is due to the fact of (a) his reflux and colic and (b) spending more time awake and alert during the day. He is already starting to "coo" as they say, making little baby noises (other than crying and screaming). I enjoy those little cooing moments b/c at one point it seemed as though all he did was cry.
Kaylan's diaper rash seems to be going down, it's still splotchy though. I hope it goes away completely. That is one concern that we really don't need to deal with. Her very first tooth is coming in now. I can't wait for it to grow through so I can get a good picture of it!
We've got a great weekend planned, starting with Dylan and me meeting Jacy for coffee tomorrow, while Eric takes Kaylan with him to hang out with his friend Adam. If Dylan allows, I may spend some more time at the pottery shop. Looking forward to another great weekend, not looking forward to another Monday to follow though. Oh well, we'll make the best of it!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Fluffy Chocolate Chunk Cookies

Recipe for Fluffy Chocolate Chunk Cookies:
* 1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts (optional)
* 2 cups all-purpose flour
* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/2 cup butter, softened
* 1 cup white sugar
* 2 eggs
* 1/2 cup sour cream
* 1 cup semisweet chocolate chunks
* 1 shot Amaretto

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
2. In a large bowl, cream together the butter, sugar and vanilla until smooth. Beat in eggs, Amaretto, and sour cream until well blended. Sift together flour and baking soda; stir into the butter mixture. Mix in nuts and chocolate chunks. Drop dough by tablespoons 2 inches apart on cookie sheets.
4. Bake 13 to 15 minutes, until lightly colored and golden brown around edges. Let cool on wire racks.

So, this was my weekend accomplishment...aside from the usual laundry, dinner, keeping kids alive, etc.
Friday was such an exciting day! I met my friend, Jacy, at Makin' Memories, the paint-your-own pottery shop we have here in town. I finished up on a special project that I can't speak of just yet. And, I'm not sure what Jacy will be creating. She had to take her project on the run with her since she met me during her lunch break. She is so creative, I can't wait to see what she comes up with, I'm sure it will be amazing. The rest of the day Friday was pretty chill. Eric and I treated ourselves to Larry's subs after we put Kay and Guy down for bed. Dinner later than 7:30 is rare at our house due to Eric's work schedule. So, since he didn't have to work Saturday, it was nice to have kind of a late, quiet dinner while we watched a movie uninterrupted.
Saturday was our "project" day. Eric took care of some outside work. He edged and cut the grass. I know he was out there for the better part of three hours, but, the yard looks great now. The sun sure did where him out. But, by the time he got in the house and got his shower he was ready for a family outing!
My project? Cookies! I have been trying to perfect my recipe for chocolate chunk cookies and I think I FINALLY got it! Once Eric went out to take care of the yard work, I put Kay down for her nap and brought Guy in the kitchen with me. That was my challenge right there, that boy does not like for me to put him down. It took me 30 minutes just to blend the first three ingredients together for the cookies because I had to tend to him so frequently. Finally, I put him on his belly for tummy time and he almost instantly let out a burp. He was fine from that point on, and I finally got to finish with my baking. :) The cookies turned out great! They are so soft and fluffy, like cake. Even the dough was velvety smooth and soft. Don't take my word for it, give the recipe a shot and let me know how you like it!
Later that day, we all packed up and headed into town to visit PetSmart (or is it PetsMart?) and Target. It was nice for all of us to get out, especially for the babies to get a change of scenery.
And finally, today Eric and I went out on our date to celebrate my 25th birthday. We made it an early day by catching a matinee (Shrek Forever After) and eating an early dinner at Red Lobster. The movie was great, a lot better than Shrek 3. Not to mention, they showed it in 3D which was pretty neat. Dinner was absolutely delicious! Now, we are back home, mellowing out and getting ready for another work-filled week. I'm looking forward to next weekend already! I'll be going out with my friend Jeanette on Saturday night (who says mama's can't party?) and Sunday I will be getting inked for the seventh time with my little sis at my side!
Have a good week everyone! I'll check back with ya'll later!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Happy Birthday to me! :)

Wow! First off, I'd like to thank everyone for the birthday wishes! My phone was ringing and dinging all day with calls and text messages from friends and family wishing me a wonderful day. Then, I check the computer and my Facebook page exploded with messages from even more people. I got such a sweet card from my mom, and Eric's mom visited for a little while and I got a pretty funny card from her. And, Eric is so sweet, he got me a gift certificate for a free hour massage at the spa. I think I will be cashing that in IMMEDIATELY! Lol!
It has been a good day today. Doesn't really feel like my birthday, but I've heard that happens as you get old(er). My day was pretty much relaxed and uneventful, aside from Kaylan teething and getting a pretty bad diaper rash. Poor baby girl. We let her "air-out" a few times today. Diaper changes were no fun, she would cry and sometimes scream. It breaks my heart to see her in the slightest bit of pain. Aside from that, she was her usual self, scooting around and holding onto the edges of our furniture to get around on her feet. It won't be long and she will be walking on her own, she won't be limited to what she can hold onto. It seems like Dylan is getting better with his reflux and occasional colic issues. I really can't wait for his body to mature to where he knows what to do and how to work the gas out on his own. Poor guy.
I am so blessed to have two beautiful kids. It is amazing how we come full circle. 25 years ago today, my mom gave birth to me, and today, here I am with two kids of my own. Now I know what it was like for her, going into labor, getting prepped for a c-section, spending a couple nights in the hospital. Then, coming home (that's when the fun really starts) and caring for a newborn along with a toddler. I wonder what my mom's thoughts were back then (I just might ask her that someday) and wonder if they are the same thoughts I have now. It is a tough job; a rewarding, one-of-a-kind, TOUGH job. I'm glad I have been blessed with the opportunity to be a Mommy.
Thanks to my mom, for the love and care that you have given me. You have taught me that being a mom is more than just giving birth, it's about what you do when you get home. :)