Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Photo session

We made Aaron's blog! We had our proof session tonite and all the photos were so great that we got them all! I can't wait to share!
Thank you so much Mom and Dad!
Check out Aaron's blog!
http://theblog.ajzphoto.com/
Love (classy photos),
Carrie

Monday, August 30, 2010

Think not that you can direct the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy will direct the course for you.

I think Evelynn is teething which is decidedly not fun. I told her last night that getting teeth is just the start of life long drama. Teeth suck. Dentists, oral hygiene, falling out, wisdom teeth, cavities, it never ends. Even if you are on a hot streak of avoiding the dentist for four years now (my longest is seven). I firmly believe there is some kind of racket going on in the world of dentistry. I can't possibly have any teeth left to fill. I once had a dentist try and tell me what was bothering me was my wisdom teeth even though I ad them removed years before and they clearly were not on my xray.

But back to Evie. Her teeth hurt. I've been trying a variety of things and suggestions. We probably have forty dollars worth of various teethers and we tried a couple of home remedies. Nothing seems to really work though.

I also think she is suffering, like most people who live in Nebraska from allergies. Is it me or does allergies feel like a new thing that everyone seems to have? I don't remember my parents having it when I was a kid and I certainly don't remember having it. The only people I knew who had allergies were people who were allergic to cats and obviously I didn't hang around much with them since my family is decidedly a cat family.

Anyway back to Evie. She gets the sneezes and red rimmed eyes and a red nose and pukes up snot every now and then. Nurse Carol believes that is what it is but wants us to confirm it with Dr. Vann before we give her anything.

We get to see our proofs on Tuesday! Hooray! I'm super excited.

Other than that I'm pooped. I think Evie and I will take a nap.

Love (napping),

Carrie



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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

If a thing isn't worth saying, you sing it.

Evelynn vs the Bengals

So Evie loves the cats. More than they know. If she could she would pull out all their hair and put it in her mouth and bury her face in their bellies. And use their tails as a tether to keep her from falling over.
Lately Bagheera has had a screw loose or something, or finds himself excruciatingly in need of attention and while we have been playing on the floor, he comes over and weaves his way in and out of Evelynn and I, and tries to crawl on my lap with his razor sharp claws.
And he has been tolerating the hair pulling and the tail yanking and the high pitched screeching of excitement that the cat is ACTUALLY LETTING ME TOUCH IT!!!
(By Evelynn, not me, I'm mostly like OW GET OFF ME!!)
He cautiously approaches us, he doesn't like when things are out of place, so he doesn't like when the toys have moved so he tiptoes in and checks things out, jumping back a few feet when Evelynn tosses a ring in his way. Then he methodically weaves in and out of us, stopping only when Evelynn gets a hold of him.
Willow is a watcher and a cuddler. She will watch from very high up and if Evie makes an unpleasant noise she will jump down to investigate and maybe pass on a kitty smooch to distract her, but quickly run away once the sweaty little fingers come wiggling her way. When Evie is eating she likes to come and cuddle up next to Evelynn keeping one side of her warm and getting in some good strokes on her soft fur from me. But as soon as that baby wakes up she peaces out fast as lighting.
I think they like her. Maybe, just a little bit.

Questions I'd like answered by Evelynn or things I'd like to tell her

Why must you slobber all over the remotes and cell phones when you have perfectly lovely toys right next to you made for being slobbered on. You will crawl across the bed and pull yourself up the ottoman to get to the remotes but you cry when a block you just want to throw behind you is out of your reach.

Exactly how easy do you think you are making it to change your diaper when you roll over onto your stomach and wiggle away?

This new whiny talk-veto.

No one wants to read the emails you type.

Mommy is not a jungle gym and you are not a baby monkey, so there is no need to hang on me when I am playing on the floor with you.

Why do you always have to act like a terrible child when we are at your grandparents?

I know the only reason you like going to the store is so old ladies and creepy men can say how adorable you are.

Do you think the kitty likes having her tail pulled?

Must everything you see go in your mouth?

Slobber kisses are cute...the first time, after that they are just gross. Especially on the mouth. No one wants to french kiss you...yet.

Evelynn's a Swimming Fool!

Evelynn had her first experience in a public pool yesterday. I thought we were headed for disaster. I went to walmart and bought a too small swimsuit on clearance, black of course, and loaded up the kid and went over to my parents, my Mom was going with us. Uncle Jesse surprised us by shaking off his vampiric ways and joining us. Evelynn loved it. She stayed in until her skin wrinkled. I'd bet she would swim everyday if we let her. It made me miss having a pool. I forgot how nice it was.

Fin

That's all from this side of the world! Hope you are having a marvelous day!

Love (the coming of fall temperatures),
Carrie

Monday, August 23, 2010

Reality continues to ruin my life.

Six things about my husband that I see in my daughter:

1. When I first met Seth it was at a party at my house and my roommates invited him. He had just gotten off work and drank a bottle of rasberry vodka or rum or something. He promptly passed out on my futon downstairs. The next morning I had an awkward date (set up by my Mom). I went in to check on Seth and I noticed something-he is the prettiest sleeper ever. He doesn't snore, he doesn't fart, he barely moves. It is crazy. One can say that he "sleeps like a baby". And our daughter is the same. She doesn't snore, she doesn't flinch, she barely moves. Last night I got up and looked at them both and they were exactly the same and it was cute.

2. Speaking of sleep, they both could sleep all day if I would let them and woke them up occasionally to feed them.

3. They both are so smart. They both get these concentrated looks on their face when they are trying to work something out. Evelynn just started these tasks that she works so hard on. Seth is the same way with working around the house.

4. They both are pretty adventurous when it comes to food. They will try anything and very rarely ever not like anything.

5. Boy they both get grouchy at night.

6. Both of their eyes light up when they see me.

love (my family),
Carrie

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.

Evelynn's first photo shoot was yesterday. She did so well. I couldn't believe it. Of course we had a lot of help, she loves to have her picture taken, and the photographer was awesome. I highly recommend him. I found him by searching for Papillion Photographers on Google. His name was Aaron. His web address is http://www.ajzphoto.com/
The best part was, by the time we got home from dinner at my parents (where we did the photo shoot) he had sent me this link:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=194795&id=88334047678&ref=mf
How beautiful is she?!!?
Okay well I will try to write more tonite about it!
Love (Pictures of my baby),
Carrie

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.

Occasionally in a day, I have to pee. It happens more often than you think. When Evie was first here, I just held it or held her and did it. Then my Dad got her an awesome mobile that will entertain her for about five minutes. Enough time to pee and maybe squeeze in some face or teeth or hand washing. Recently, Evelynn has been sitting up, scooting, and is well on her way to crawling. Anything besides being on her back and being away from those kitties!
She attempts this in her crib now too. Her first attempt lead to a black eye. Her second attempt led to her bucket of pacifiers being strewn about the crib, half lost to the underside of the crib where Bagheera goes to hide. The third attempt she got her leg stuck thru one of the slats. The fourth attempt after we put up the bumper to keep her from falling thru the slats, she went under the bumper and got her arm stuck in a medieval torture style pose. This time, she really did it. First she was fine, and I was whistling away in the bathroom, multitasking as usual, sending out resumes for my brother. Then she started screaming. So I closed up shop and went to investigate wondering what appendage I would have to pull from a slat this time. I came in and she had some how magically unscrewed the cap from the tub of Destin and smeared it all over her right side of her face and hand. And was laying there flailing and screaming. It was at its largest concentration at her eye and mouth. Of course. First I ran and got a wash cloth and wiped off what I could. She screamed more. Then I read the can and it said call poison control if she ingests it. So I did. Okay that's a lie, I ran a bath to get the rest of the Destin off and I called Seth at work crying. He called poison control. And he said they were very nice and this happens all the time, although not to five month olds, more to 15 month olds. Ugh my advanced child!
So I had to feed her because apparently it affects their ability to swallow so I had to basically wash down the Desitin, then I had to wrap her up in a towel, swaddle her really, and then wash her eye out for ten minutes. I lasted three, I couldn't take it and she was acting like she was drowning. She was so mad at me...
I just got her down for a nap, the nurse at poison control called back and had me check her eye for redness or swelling, which she has neither and she is eating fine too.
She will be the death of me. She has pictures on Monday. Tuesday night she headbutted my front tooth and left a sizeable dent and bruise in her hair line. Wednesday she hadn't pooped in two days despite my efforts to stuff her full of baby food before it went bad. Then while I was making lunch and she was sitting in the bouncer she started pooping and I started cheering for her. We went to ask Seth, who was still in bed with whatever nasty cold gross he brought back from his travel trip to the East Coast if he wanted some of what I was having and I turned around to go change her diaper and noticed a trail of shit from the bedroom to the kitchen. I looked down and I was covered in shit. I screamed at Seth to get up. And then we went and stood in the shower together to clean the baby up and me. Then he cleaned the carpet while I put the baby and myself back together. Later he was eating and jumped up screaming and saying he was going to throw up. Some how he had poop on his hand and in his hair.
This morning I pinched her finger in the buckle of the bouncer.
How long before the state comes and takes her away? She might be safer.
Ahhh motherhood.
Love (trials and errors),
Carrie

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying.

I think I got fired from Member Care Meals. They sent out an email Monday asking for help, and I responded IMMEDIATELY because this was my big shot-I was going to try and do the main course. I was all psyched up, ready to go, and I even got out a healthy cookbook and started having ideas. A couple hours later I got the "here is doing what" email and I wasn't on the list. WTF!?!?!? They also emailed that they still needed a salad. So I emailed I would do it. Still nothing. Hence, I believe I was vetoed out of Member Care. It is totally justified. My salad attempt was total shit. I literally threw old lettuce, some nasty salad dressing my Dad pawned off on me, and some mandarin oranges since I didn't have anything else to put in the salad and called it an Asian salad. I thought I was being quite clever, but apparently they caught me. What do you do when you get kicked out of doing good deeds?
What does that say about my cooking?
I think it says I need to stop watching Top Chef and coming up with crazy ideas. This is a church group in the midwest after all, and these are people recovering from surgery and grief and such.
We have such a long week ahead next week. I almost don't want to do it. Monday is Evie's pictures and I'm nervous and excited and crazy obsessive about it. I think I have bought like sixteen outfits for her. And she is learning how to sit up, so of course she keeps smashing her head and face into things. It's like she wants to look like an abused child for these pictures.
Alright this is all I have time for, plus I just got power vomited on...
Love (to go one day without puke),
Carrie

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Advice to writers: Sometimes you just have to stop writing. Even before you begin.

I'm currently blogging to you from the sanctuary of my bathroom, even though I can hear my child squealing outside the bathroom door, and her father trying desperately to entertain her and not bother me. He is such a good husband. It would be more effective though if he was singing her Disney songs and not trying to tell her what he did at work today, because I don't even understand that mess, and I know some of the words he is saying.
Poor Husband though, he is seriously getting burned out on work and travel. He needs a vacation. He is starting to break down. I told him if he gets to go to DC for like a week we would love to go with him because I would love to spend the afternoons at the Smithsonian again. I went with my Mom and Grandma ages ago when my Mom had a work conference there. These days she takes my dad on all of her travel assignments.
Anyway like I was saying Seth is running on fumes when it comes to work. He spent Monday and Tuesday at home sick with a sore throat, which sucks for us because its not like he is doing something enjoyable like hanging out with us or putting this damn house back together so we can move sometime before we have our next kid. It will probably take us that long to sell it.
What I really want is to take our honeymoon to Mexico, but I know there is a better chance of tap dancing pigs in my bedroom than that happening any time soon.
Evie is crawling backwards. Its hilarious and concerning all at once. I suppose if I was learning how to crawl and I had never done it before going backwards would seem safer than falling on my face trying to go forward.
We have a busy weekend. We used to have a busy weekend as a family but we lost Seth to work. This weekend we have the Sarpy County Fair for my Mom and football starts Sunday!
I've officially decided to root for the Bengals. I wish there was time for me to get a Dhani Jones jersey or something. I priced one on NFL.com and WHOA.
Anywhoo I'd better get in the bath before I losing my "me" time. Hope you all are having a good week!
Love (listening to Seth talk to Evie),
Carrie

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Here's something to think about: How come you never see a headline like 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?

I like making lists. I get some sick satisfaction from it. I however don't really get any sort of satisfaction from actually doing things on the list or checking them off. I just like making them. You know a list I have made a ton of times this year? Shit for my husband to do so we can sell this house and move into a bigger house. Poor guy can't get around to doing any of it. I have to have my dad and brother over to do minor hold together repairs. He's about five steps away from work burn out. He's going to need to take a week off before his brain explodes or he just goes into a coma for five days to get a break. Of course it would be nice if he could not go into a coma and put my bedroom door back on-but hey, I'm not in charge of his unplanned unconsciousness.

I may have forgotten to water my neighbors plants yesterday. Oops. It was hot and the batteries died in our thermostat but we didn't know and so we were just laying around thinking it was getting hotter and hotter outside and the air conditioning couldn't keep up. Finally Seth went to check it and realized why we were laying on the floor from heatstroke and Evelynn fell asleep where she was playing. So I got the gumption to go water today and Seth and Evelynn came along to talk to me. All of the sudden Seth handed me the baby and started pulling the neighbors vine weeds. I was horrified. When I told him to stop he told me that "this guy" was the reason he had to pull weeds in our yard. I'm sure the 70 year old man is really secretly out to get all of our lawns and shrubbery with his vine weeds and not because he can't bend over to pull them.

I was just looking at my deodorant bar and they had a website to go to for lady speed stick, except I read it lady's peed stick.com And for a second I was like, well that is totally inappropriate, maybe its an error and it is the website for their pregnancy tests. Then I was like "oh."

Speaking of deodorant, in Seth's bathroom I keep a bar too except it is Degree deodorant and the slogan for that is "extra strong to combat your emotional responses" and I find that totally offensive, I'm sure Seth's deodorant isn't worried about his emotional responses. Should I be rubbing this shit on my eyes so my tears don't get out?

I'm hiding in the bathroom because Evelynn woke up and my arms hurt from lugging her angry teething self around all day. I hear Seth outside the door trying to drop hints that I need to come out because she "wants" me but I think Seth just wants to go back to working out. Fat chance! Now he just told me I should probably wait to get in the tub because of the storm. HA.

Okay I'm going to read my parents kindle for a while, at least until my legs fall asleep. Hope you all are having a superb week!

Love (having my emotional responses combated),
Carrie