I was that lady...

You know that lady who you see out walking before 9 in the morning? You know the one. You see here pushing the stroller and looking all determined. You think to your self "now that is dedication".

I WAS THAT LADY! Yep. I went on a 1.4 mile walk today with my boys in the stroller. We headed to McDonald's and ate breakfast, then headed back home. At first I thought I might have bit off more than I could chew. It was nice and cool with a little breeze, when we left. But while at McDonald's it was hot. I then realized that it was just hot inside. Maybe they were having AC problems or something. Once we headed home the breeze was back!

Ian loved it and pointed to all the trees and cars! I think it this might be something we do on a weekly basis. As long as it stays cool in the mornings like it was today.

I know a lot of you are thinking "what was she thinking? She just had a baby!" Well I think I was just blessed with good recoveries after my pregnancies. I personally think that the reason why I recover well is because of having been put on bed rest during both pregnancies. It gave me a strong desire to get out and about. I suppose I should thank God for that now. :)

Another stain on the carpet...

I use to love our carpet. I know it is a silly thing to love. The carpet is a beige color with little dark specks through out. If some one (perhaps a certain toddler) dropped or spilled something, it would pretty much just blend in.

I can honestly say that I no longer love our carpet. I am pretty sure the change started about the time a certain toddler (who was about 11 months old at the time) threw up. The love was completely gone this morning. Why, you ask? Well here is my morning...

As I have mentioned before, Ian loves to love on his little brother! It is cute and nerve racking at the same time. This morning I decided I was sick of wearing a certain under garment 24/7. You know you have to unless you want to walk around with wet spots on your chest! So I took off the above mentioned under garment in hope that my milk had dried up. I am not so lucky. Ok, I am getting to the carpet story, I promise!

So I put Owen in his car seat and put that on the other side of our gate, so Ian couldn't get to him and end up sitting on his head or something. I then proceeded to get the appropriate item of clothing on. Not thinking, I left Ian alone in the living room. ALONE I said! Oh my, here is where the story gets good.

I come back and Ian is sitting on the couch, which he isn't allowed to do unless someone else is there. He had picked up my can of diet Dr. Pepper and spilled it between the couch and the end table, on the couch and on the end table! Oh boy was I mad. You see I had kept my pregnancy journal between the couch and table so he couldn't get to it. Now the pages are stained with Dr. Pepper! Ugh!

To top it off there is now another stain on the carpet I once loved! (Such a long story to get to this one line!)

Krispy Kreme...

We took our crew to Krispy Kreme for some yummy fried, glazed, sprinkled goodness. Ian enjoyed it, as did the rest of us. The proof is in the pictures I would say!

taking a shower...

I am sure many of you have heard of postpartum depression. Now whether you think it is right to take anti depression medicine or not, I think we can all agree that taking a shower can help in a huge way! I know it sounds silly, but I feel it is true. There is just something about being clean that helps me be in a better mood. I'm not saying this is going to take away the depression, but I do think it helps me start my morning out right.

When Ian was born, I didn't know how to take a shower while having an infant around. I felt like I couldn't leave him alone for a second! My friend Erin told me stories of how she would put her little girl in her bouncy chair and put her in the bathroom with her. What a brilliant idea! I started to do that and was able to get my shower in . I don't think I realized the importance of it at the time though.

This go round I know that my kiddos will be ok if I strap them in somewhere while I shower. They don't have to be in the bathroom while I am getting clean. This time I have realized the importance of taking a shower. I am pretty sure I have had a shower every day since being home from the hospital!

Not only does it get you clean, but it gives you a few minutes of time alone. No crying babies or Elmo songs. It is essential for staying sane, in my opinion.

I do want to say that I am on an anti depressant medicine. You may remember my story of breaking down at the dentist office after Ian was born. It was awful. I couldn't stop crying. I thought I was a horrible mom and wife. The dental hygienist encouraged me to call my doctor and get in to see her ASAP about getting on medicine. So I did and man am I glad I did! I hope that I don't go through that again. If you feel this way or worse, PLEASE contact your doctor. Showers help, but only in mild cases or if you are already treating it with medicine. Medicine isn't for everyone, but it can't hurt to look into your options.

Now then I can't post with out posting pictures of my sweet boys! And man are they sweet. Ian is loving on Owen so much. I am trying to stay calm about it because I am scared he will hurt Owen, but I know that he is not the first little brother to have a big brother loving on him a little rough. :)

What not to do...

This shirt is why I shouldn't buy things in advance. I purchased it 2 Christmas's ago. It was on sale for like a dollar or two. I put it in my son's closet, because it was a size 18 months and well he was only 4 months old when I got it.

(The shirt says "Focus All Attention Here")

Ok, now on to the present time. Yesterday I was going through the closet in what is now Owen's room. And low and behold I find this shirt! I made Ian put it on and he is wearing it today too. I am worried it will shrink once I wash it so I am going to get some use out of it before that happens.

What have I been up to?

So much has been going on at my house lately. Crying, laughing, no sleep, some sleep, Elmo, more crying, bottle washing, diaper changing and lots of lovin'.

I had a great post all planned out in my head last night and I can't remember a word of it! I know, I say this a lot, but one of these days I would like to just sit up and write what I am thinking, even if it is 2 in the morning. I highly doubt that will ever happen. I prefer to sleep. Even if I am not sleeping, I prefer to try to sleep.

Well, since I can't remember the wonderful award winning post that I thought of last night, I will post a few pictures for you to view. :)

By the way, if you are following the Pioneer Women's blog (see the side bar for her link) then you know that she is cleaning out her closet. I really, REALLY wish that I was a size 10 so I could partake of this glorious event. :)

Me and my boys! I love them so much. By the way please ignore the awfulness that is my hair and lack of make-up. While I pretty much always look like this, I still beg you to ignore it. :)

Ian helping Nana make the pudding for the wonderful pie she made us!

Oh my goodness is this not the cutest? Ian was giving Owen a lot of lovin' today! It was super cute and made for a special day.

What I have to look forward to...

You have to check this post out! I can't wait to see what my boys will be like!!! It is titled "If you give a thirteen year old a cookie".

just so you know...

I am starting to post again on my weight loss blog. I can't officially start back to weight watchers until 6 weeks after Owen's birthday, but I am starting to write on there in preparation! You can check it out by clicking here.

sleepy...tears...want to go to bed...more tears...*UPDATED*

I am so tired. It is currently 1:04 in the morning. Owen won't go to sleep anywhere but on my chest. Which wouldn't be so bad if he would stay asleep once I put him down. But nope, he wakes up and the whole thing starts over again. I am so tired. I went in to ask Justin if he would come and help me so I could get some sleep (he does better with little sleep then I do). However, he is a VERY heavy sleeper and just rolled over. Since I am emotional I just walked out of the room. I know if I tried harder to wake him up he would get up. I just don't have it in me to do that tonight (or should I say this morning). I am typing this post while crying. I need some sleep if I am going to be able to stay with the boys by myself tomorrow.

***About 30 minutes after writing this I laid down and Owen started to make sounds again. Justin heard me breaking down in tears and got up with him for the rest of the morning. He is such a wonderful husband. Please pray we are both able to handle today with the little sleep we got. Although at this point I am pretty sure he got less than me.***

pictures...

Dr. Sparkes with Owen

Ian asking for more of the yummy peanut butter and chocolate desert that was part of the meal our friends the Randals brought us. He clearly liked it!

It just hit me...

Today was a good day! I got a great nights sleep, which was much needed after the night before of not getting good sleep. Ian woke up happy (of course he had his moments, but the waking up part was good). We had a great morning and enjoyed a good lunch (left overs from the night before when our friend Courtney brought us fajitas from Ted's). During Ian's nap time I got a shower in, which is refreshing. Then after nap time we went to the mall to get Justin's glasses fixed. We were able to use the double stroller for the first time. I am pretty sure Ian was excited about the way he got to sit in it. Also, we purchased all of us (well except Owen) some white polo type shirts for our pictures we are having done on Sunday evening. We also made a trip into Candyopolis and got a little treat. Once we got home Ian and I took a nap (a two hour nap I should say)! Then our friend Ashleigh brought us some yummy dinner and brownies (oh the brownies were delicious!).

Now then I was just cleaning up the kitchen (not much since I didn't cook) and it hit me. I will be home alone with Ian and Owen tomorrow afternoon! Am I nervous? A little bit. I think since it will only be half a day it will be ok. Plus I have a wonderful husband that would be willing to come home if I needed him too. But eventually this day had to come. Again, I am glad it will only be half a day rather than the whole 8 hours with out Justin. But come Friday, I will have them all day by myself! Thankfully Ian has been doing pretty good. He has seemed a little more attached to me this week. I am trying to eat that up because I know the day will come when mom's kisses aren't "cool". I also know that there will be a day when he is more attached to Daddy, which is fine. I think I can handle that better than the day he doesn't want me to kiss him. :)

Don't you just want to kiss that little smiling face?

This is what I have been up to lately...

Owen at his first doctor appointment with Dr. Schaeffer. We absolutely love our pediatrician. Owen will learn that some day, for now I think he just thought "who is this women making me get naked and putting weird things in my ear?"

This is what I started my day looking at!

Ian enjoys playing with the baby swing. We are trying to teach him not to get in it though, and also when Owen is in it we have to explain that he can swing him, but he has to do it slowly. He is really doing good for such a big change!

Owen is so little that this bib takes up half his body! Still pretty cute though.

Is he not his daddy's son? We tried and tried to get a good picture of him in his "I'm the big brother" shirt on Owen's birthday, but he was a little distracted with Nana's cell phone. :) He was funny though because every time he did something he knew was bad he would look at either Nana or Daddy and say "uh oh".

He has arrived...

Owen Zane was born on July 8, 2010 at 12:44pm. He weighed 5 lbs 12 oz and was 17 3/4 inches long! He is doing good and is as cute as ever! Here are a few pictures. I will post more about our story, hopefully on another day. For now though my pain meds are kicking in and I need to lay down. Enjoy the pictures!

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Ian helping mommy give Owen his pacifier to him. It was so cute because he put it in his mouth wrong, but we still cheered him on and told him he was being a good helper. He really liked that!

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Ian showing Owen his nose. He also showed him his mouth and eyes (we had to tell him not to poke Owen in the eye when he was doing this).

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Sweet kisses from big brother!

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Our first picture as a family of four!

So difficult

This has by far been a more difficult pregnancy than my first. For starters I was sick a whole lot more and for a whole lot longer. The discomfort and pain over the last few weeks has been hard too.

To top it off I am now on bed rest. STRICT bed rest. Meaning I can get up and go to the bathroom, take a bath and go to the couch. But I am not to do anything else. It is so difficult.

The good news is that we only have to be on bed rest for a few more days. I say "we" because it is truly more than just me having to deal with this. My husband, our friends and family are all helping during this time.

I can't wait to hold our sweet boy! I will not forget the moments of throwing up or the pain and discomfort. It will however end up being well worth it! To hold our sweet boy's hands and kiss his little nose. I can't wait!

I know we will get through this time of bed rest. But I will say it sucks for now. My husband is so good and makes sure I don't do things I am not supposed to do (like pretty much anything but go to the bathroom and lay in bed). It is hard for me because I don't want to be a bother to him. He hasn't yet acted annoyed or anything by my neediness. I am so blessed to have him taking care of me and Owen and Ian!

I guess that is it. I am sorry that I complain a lot. I don't like to complain, but it seems to just be all that is on my mind lately.

to much Sesame Street...

You know you have watched too much Sesame Street when you are lying in bed at night and you toot and your first thought is not "excuse me" but "one, ahahah".

I say this because Ian's new obsession is Elmo! He would watch him 24/7 if we let him! First thing after he wakes up he usually says "momo" or "mamo". It is pretty cute and when he is having good day I will let him watch more of it than normal. But then there are some days when he is just being a grumpy little guy and that is when Elmo is not allowed on the T.V. Some days it is a tough call because I want to make him happy, but I also want him to know that having a bad attitude is not the way to get things. So we stand strong most days and give in some.

What are your kids obsessions? Do you find yourself thinking about them all day too?