The dreaded ‘no’

She learned it.  Finally.

Not that I was looking forward to this, but I definitely didn’t prevent it.  My daughter learned the word “no”.

It was as if she woke up one day with an attitude and it hasn’t gone away yet.  She even has given me the ‘stink eye’!  What 16 month old know’s how to make a ‘stink eye’?!?!

The first time she used ‘the word’, we were in the grocery store and her dad was going to leave with her since she was making a scene.  She said “nononononono” over and over again.

Then she said it again the next day when I was trying to get her out of the car and was taking her book away from her.  This time it was a simple “no”.

Now she says it all the time.  She has decided that she doesn’t want to give up anything.  If it is in her hands, you better not touch it unless she offers it to you.

If just her saying “no” wasn’t enough, she has also started the tantrums.  I thought that the time she cried as we took a doll away from her at a store was a tantrum.  I was so wrong.  So very, very wrong.

Her tantrums are moments of pure anger.  She doesn’t necessarily cry.  She screams.  In short intervals.  And she hits and throws things.  Usually her tantrums only last a few seconds (yeah, I know this won’t last, they will soon be MUCH longer) so they are still kind of comical.  I have even caught myself laughing OUT LOUD when she is throwing one.

Oh, how I love toddlers.

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February 17, 2010. Daily Photo, Photos, Reflections, Toddler. 1 comment.

Kiddie train rides

It was more fun than her face says it was.

December 15, 2009. Daily Photo, Photos, Reflections. 1 comment.

The Day I Ate Baby Vomit

True story…kinda.  I may or may not have ingested any of it.

It is a life lesson I will never forget, no matter how cute your child is, they have the ability to make you want to throw up.

When my daughter was about 4 months old, she was getting to the point where she liked to be held over my head.  It was fun times.  She would giggle and I would forget the lack of sleep I just incurred.

This was also her peak time of spitting up.  Something I dreaded yet somehow always forgot happened.

We had a feeding/spit-up routine.  I would feed her when we got up in the morning and then lay her on the floor under her jungle gym to play for a little bit.  Then I would pick her up, she would spit up all over me, and we would clean up.

I forgot that last part on this particular day.

It was like a slow motion action scene in a movie.  Me, mouth wide open grinning, and Erin, being lifted above my head after picking her up from under her jungle gym.  It was like Niagara Falls.  There was nothing I could have done.

I had a choice after this all went down.  I was covered in spit-up that I had blown out of my mouth, Erin was covered in spit-up and I really needed to clean my mouth aka vomit.

Being a good mother, I changed her clothes first, laid her on our bed next to dad and went to vomit.

Like I said, true story.

December 8, 2009. I Can't Believe It, Reflections. Leave a comment.

A new word

My daughter is learning something new every day.  We have a book called “Moo, Baa, Lalala”.  You may have heard of it.  Anyways, I read this book to our little one several times a day, it seems, and recently, when she sees a cow, she says “moo”.

So I asked her one day (to test her) “What does a cow say?”.

She said, “Moo”.

Then I asked her what a sheep says.

She said “…moo”.

There you have it, a sheep says “moo”.  Who knew.

November 23, 2009. Photos, Reflections. 3 comments.

The Day I Lost My Brain (i.e. became pregnant)

Ever since I was pregnant, I sometimes feel like I lost something.

Okay, it’s back.  That would be my brain.  It shorts out every now and then.  It is usually in spurts.

Like, one day I may wake up, take a shower, and although I remind myself several times, I will forget to shave my legs.

Then I will wear shorts.

And then I will forget to put on deodorant so that by the end of the day I start to smell like a nursing home.

Then I will leave to go to the post office and forget the mail I was supposed to bring with me.

On my way home to get the mail, I will decide I want to take my daughter to a play area but when we get to the play area, I will realize I forgot her shoes and a sippy cup.

Those are the days I just want to make Hot Cha Cha and lay in bed all day because there is no way I am going to mess that up.

November 4, 2009. I Can't Believe It, Reflections. 2 comments.

My Husband Doesn’t Want To See New Moon

This is how my conversation with my husband about my birthday went…

Me:  I know what I want to do for my birthday this year.  (mind you I didn’t say what I WANT but what I want to do…a gift is still expected and since last year it was a new COACH wallet, I expect this year to top it…)

Joe:  What would you like to do? (in a tone that meant I could do anything I want)

Me:  I want to eat sushi and see Twilight: New Moon.

Joe:  UGH!  Why would you want to see that after seeing the first one.

Me:  Because I just do and it is my birthday.

Joe:  (grumble)

A few days later…

Joe watches a trailer for New Moon on the T.V.:

Joe:  Seriously, you want to see that?

Me:  …

Joe:  (grumble)

I love getting what I want.

November 2, 2009. I Can't Believe It, Reflections. 2 comments.

Apparently Fast Food and Pizza Are Good For You.

It felt like only two months ago we decided to move to Arizona…

About two months ago my husband and I decided it was the right time to move to Arizona. No jobs, no home, we just wanted to move and decided then was the right time.

I know what you’re thinking, we were crazy. I didn’t think so but that is just me. I take risks and they (usually) turn out for the better. Not like that time I decided to put left over turkey from Thanksgiving in my trunk and leave it there for 5 hours while I ate dinner out for my birthday and then drove home just to eat it the next day for lunch and get salmonella poisoning. That probably was a risk NOT worth taking. Eh, I got out of work for a week so I guess there was an upside to the vomiting…amongst other things…

Anyways…It took a lot of convincing on my part to get him to make the jump and it worked.

Now it is two months later, my husband has a great job and we are living in a much larger place than we were before, and for a lower price.

BUT, moving that far makes it VERY difficult to stay on a diet. We drove down here from Seattle. I would say Oregon was the worst since they only let you drive about 55 mph, there was an accident that caused us to go 7 miles in an hour AND there was an Oregon Ducks game. I hate you Oregon. It pretty much sucked. So we ate out for every meal and it wasn’t glamorous. It was McDonald’s and Pizza. Seriously, that is all we ate. I don’t think I can eat McDonald’s again…ever. Okay, well maybe for the 2/$1 apple pies. But that’s it.

Regardless, we ate out. And when we got here and stayed with family, we ate out for lunch every day because I don’t eat left overs. I have learned very well how to make ‘just enough’ food for the one meal. We don’t throw much, if anything, away and so it makes it easy to not eat leftovers at my own house. However, at our aunt and uncle’s house, all they eat are left overs. They make a huge meal and then eat the leftovers, like, for the rest of the week. It kills me.

Okay, so this is my introduction to my diet posts. I only gained 1.6 pounds. Take that! I literally ate out for every meal and I STILL only gained just under 2 pounds. That is awesome but I know I am going to eat it (pardon the pun) when trying to lose any more weight. I love food, Halloween is here so there are 5 separate bowls of candy in my house (plus a huge bag in the pantry), and Thanksgiving is right around the corner. This season sucks. But I love me some decorations. Oh yes and CACTI!!!!

Starting weight: 163.4

Current weight: 157.0

Goal weight: 130

Weekly loss: —

Total loss: 6.4

October 28, 2009. I Can't Believe It, Introduction, Mommy Weight-Loss, Photos, Reflections. 1 comment.

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  I never remember this until I start to notice all the pink everywhere.  I should remember this, though, as breast cancer runs in my family.  My grandmother on my mom’s side had breast cancer as well as two of her daughters…so far.  This means that my mother is at risk as well as her other sister.

I remember when I was young and visiting my grandparent’s house after my grandmother died.  We were going through her belongings and dividing them up between the children and grandchildren.  I distinctly remember seeing the breast inserts she used to wear after she had her mastectomy (I don’t know if it was just one or both that were removed).  I didn’t quite understand at that age what they were, but now I do.  To have your breasts removed would be a very difficult thing to live with.  They are a part of your identity as a woman.  My grandma, my aunts and my mother are inspirations for me with the trials that they have gone through or may possibly have to go through with this cancer.

About 3 years ago, my husband’s car died.  Good riddance.  Instead of having it hauled to a junkyard where it would sit for eternity, we donated it.  It wasn’t worth much, but at least the organization could get a little bit of money out of it.  I can’t remember where we donated it to, but Cars For Breast Cancer looks like what we may have done.

I was lead to a site by my husband called Tweets For Boobs.  They are an online company that, when you add #tweetsforboobs to any of your tweets through the month of October, you are pledging $1 to the Susan G. Komen Foundation.  All you have to do is go to their website, follow them on Twitter (so they can DM you your total) and start tweeting.

This money is going to a great cause and it is nice to see so many ways that we can donate.  It is only one month out of the year and it is only $1 for any tweet where you use that hashtag (#tweetsforboobs).  If every one of my Twitter followers did this just once, we would donate over $1,000.  Let’s do this!

October 9, 2009. Current Events, Reflections. Leave a comment.

The Day I Woke Up To The Worst Day Ever

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the WORST day ever.  I can imagine many other days that I didn’t enjoy my existence all too much but this was definitely ‘one of those days’.

First off, I woke up after having slept a mere 5.5 hours.  I understand that this is probably more sleep than I had gotten when my daughter was first born, but remind yourself, she is ONE now.  I strongly feel that if you are a mother to a toddler and you haven’t gotten your eight hours of sleep, you should be awarded a free ‘Nanny For A Day’.  Maybe I will pitch that to Obama.  Oh yeah, and I had a headache.

Next, I didn’t wake up in my own bed.  And no, it isn’t a good thing and I fully remember the night before.  My husband and I have been staying at some family’s house for the time being until we move into our own home.  So yeah, not my own bed, house, stuff…

Finally, I woke up to find I had been bitten by mosquitoes nine times.  One of which was on the bottom of my foot.  THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT!  How the hell did that happen?  And to be honest, I don’t get enough pedicures (*hint hint) to keep the bottom of my foot soft and easily puncturable.  I have no idea how it made it through my skin!  And trust me, you do NOT want a mosquito bite on the bottom of your foot.  No matter what you do, something is touching it to cause it to itch.  I put on flip flops, it itches.  I put on jeans, it itches.  I walk, it itches.  I itch it and it itches.  It was pretty much the worst mosquito bite ever.

Hopefully Karma will pay me back for this since I was such a good sport.

October 7, 2009. I Can't Believe It, Reflections. 1 comment.

Just a year…

What a wonderful way to come back from haitus than to spend it celebrating my baby girl’s first birthday.  That’s right, one year ago, I spent 12 hours in labor, 3 hours pushing just to have a c-section and bring our wonderful, bright-eyed girl into this world.  It was worth it.

It is amazing how quickly this last year has gone by.  Don’t worry, I remember ALL of it!  I am still unsure of whether I want any more kids…I love sleep too much.

I have had a blast being a mother…and not working.  I have gotten to see her many firsts and I remember all of them.  I remember when she first recognized her own hands.  It was the day after Thanksgiving and I was eating with my family at a TGIFridays in Spokane.  I also remember when she grabbed her first toy.  I was eating with my husband’s family at Syro’s in Lynden the day before Christmas.  Hmmm…maybe it was the eating out that caused her to grow so quickly (and me…).

I remember when she got her first tooth.  And when she pulled herself up next to the furniture for the first time.  It was the same day, Mother’s day.

I also remember the struggles.  The baby blues at the beginning, the sleepless nights, the disappointment in not being able to produce enough milk for her.  But we overcame all of those and we are happy and healthy despite them.

I am so proud of what my daughter has become in this past year and I look forward to seeing what she evolves into in the next.  So, without further adieu, my daughter in a year…

October 2, 2009. Current Events, Daily Photo, Photos, Reflections. 4 comments.

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