Friday, July 30, 2010

Facebook findings

I love getting on Facebook. I like seeing what my peeps are up to. I like seeing photo's of my friends families. I like showing off my family. My favorite though, is looking up old crushes or ex-boyfriends. When I was younger and still dating I would go out with a guy until he started getting ugly on me. Or embarrassed me in some way. Then that would be it. It could be something as silly as not having enough body hair or as serious as drug abuse. I sometimes decided I didn't like their nose or attitude. I've looked up several. Sometimes I am blown away. There are a few  that I think have improved with age. Much more that make me think. wow, I really dodged a bullet. As crazy as it sounds, that is how I knew my husband was the one. He never got ugly. I still think he is hot. I also look up his exes. He's older than me and used to date older women. All I can say is ruff! He makes me feel good. He tells me that I am the most beautiful girl he's ever dated. I feel the same about him. Regardless of that he gave me my babies.  They are gorgeous. I've also looked up people that I went to school with. Some that I wasn't so nice to. I apologized for being hurtful to them. It was as much for me as it was for them.  I felt better. I hate it that I wasn't always a nice girl. I've gotten to know people better on Facebook too. I use it like email. Most of my family is on it. It makes it easier to keep up with them. You can really find out a lot about a person based on their status updates. Which reminds me, I need to go update mine.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Adding some color in our lives

The girls fight when they are bored. So, after some brain storming I decided to help them make noodle necklaces. Colored noodles. They were excited about it and didn't fight for about ten whole minutes.  Yay!  Success! So here's what we used.

 Noodles, different types and different sizes, brand doesn't matter.

Food coloring, several different colors so your craft is pretty.

Rubbing Alcohol and lots of it. It helps the noodles absorb the color without getting soft.

Ribbon or yarn, what ever you choose.

Noodles soaking up the colors.  I let them soak about an hour. The longer they soak they brighter the colors.

The noodles drained and drying off.  Aren't they pretty?

Mylie wasn't really in the mood to model her creation.

Talise was a lot more cooperative.

They had a good time and are looking forward to more crafts.  I've already been asked about making homemade play dough. Not today though. They are back to fighting and I need a nap!

Saturday, July 24, 2010


They just don't get it! My dear, well meaning husband is bothered by the amount of crying Bronson does while in the car. It's more of a high pitched scream until he runs out of breath really. His little face will be all contorted in the pose of a scream with no sound for a couple of seconds before he gasps and starts again. He usually starts before we get out of the drive way and continues until we take him out of his seat. Fernando wanted to know why he wouldn't calm down regardless of what we did. I suggested that it could be because he's rear facing and has nothing to see but seat. Fernando's bright idea...switch Bronson and Mylie's car seat. Trying to make him understand that 1. Mylie is in a forward facing only seat for toddler's over a year old, 2. Bronson cant hold his big head up well enough to be forward facing and 3. it's not legal, was next to impossible.  Finally he got it. Then he started saying we had to buy Bronson a new seat. Period. Obviously his seat hurt him somewhere and that is why he is screaming like that. I had to remind him that we paid over $200 for  the seat. They are expensive. He suggested going to a yard sale to get one! SERIOUSLY! I explained the risk of the seat having been in an accident and not being safe.  It's not worth it. Then I reminded him that Mylie used the seat first and never complained. I think he screams because he is usually sleepy when we put him in it.  I always make sure he has a fresh diaper and a full belly before we go anywhere. Bronson is a tummy sleeper and will not sleep in his swing or bouncy seat. He won't even sleep on his Snuggle me Cushion, or in his stroller. he likes to be on my chest or in his bassinet on his belly. i think he's just not in his sleep position and he's tired so it ticks him off. Too bad they don't have tummy riding car seats, our trips may not be so stressful.  Thankfully, I am able to pretty much tune him out, but Fernando isn't around him enough to do that. When I go back to work I was going to leave him the car, but I doubt he'd use it. Hopefully when Bronson gets a little older he'll outgrow it. Fernando thinks it is because I don't let him cry it out at home. He doesn't understand that a 6 week old is too young to cry it out. He needs to have his needs met quickly to bond and form trust. This is why I am taking 12 weeks off of work. I would be so upset to find out Bronson was just left to cry at this age.  He doesn't even cry often, only if he's hungry, has gas, or is in that darn car seat! Oh well, what can you do?  Men!

Jealous Much?

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Getting out

I never realised how much of an impact staying at home around the same people all the time makes on your attitude. Of course, my meds could be kicking in too. Maybe it's because of the meds that I even feel like going out. Before I'd want to, but didn't want to put forth the effort. I also didn't want to expose Bronson to germs. After the fourth of July incident I decided what ever Fernando suggests to do to get out of the house I'll agree too, as long as Bronson doesn't roast. So, two weeks ago when Talise was gone to granny's and he wanted to go somewhere, we went to the movies and out to dinner with my brother in law. It was fun. I definitely smiled a bit, I may have even laughed. I can't remember. Then last weekend we went to the brother in laws house for the girls to swim and I wanted to talk with my sister in law. We stayed for hours, just hanging out, then went to dinner. Mylie got to pet baby chicks and collect eggs from the hen house. They had a blast and it wore them out. It was really nice. Today we went to Mommy and Me. We were there for about two hours and the girls didn't really play with the other kids there but they played and played hard, outside. They ate ice cream and drank frozen colas. It was fun for them and nice for me to talk with the other moms. We have plans for Thursday to go play with another girl Mylie's age then we are taking Talise to granny's house again. I am really looking forward to it. It feels good being able to enjoy getting out of the house and not feeling defeated and so angry. It's good to get out, out of the house, out of the funk.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Busy, busy girl!

Today has been quite an interesting day. It started out with the biggest diaper blow out Mylie has ever had. TMI I know, but it leaked out while I was changing her all over my sofa cushions. They needed to be washed anyways. It was pretty gross. Then, because she has some ant bites on her feet, we had to go to the pharmacy.  I got her dressed, myself dressed and was feeding and changing Bronson so he would be a happy camper during our little trip. Mylie was quiet so I sent Talise to look for her. She had gotten into my hair pomade and gotten it all in her hair, on her clothes and all over her hands. Talise came to get Bronson from me so I could handle that, and when I got to her she was in my make up. Deep Breaths!  I just wiped her down so we could get her medicine. I bathed her when we got back. Afterwards she wanted to play in her pool outside so we brought it on the porch and filled it up. I even got hot water out of the laundry room so the water would be warm. She kept running in the house soaking wet screaming she' scared of bees. After several times I told the girls they had to come in and she had to lay down for a nap. She laid there for about 1 1/2 hours and still wasn't asleep so I told her to go play. I was getting Bronson changed and getting ready to give him a bath and realised Mylie was quiet again. She was in the laundry room holding my economy size bottle of laundry soap sideways and covered in soap. It was about 1/4 inch deep on my laundry room floor and had seeped under both appliances. I was so angry. I went and cleaned her up and made her stay on my bed so I could see her while I cleaned it up. It was NOT easy or quick. At least now my laundry room is REALLY clean and smells fresh! Once that was cleaned up I got my vitamin and a glass of milk to sit and watch t.v. I sat it down while I got myself situated and the first thing little Miss Mylie goes for is my vitamin. Finally, I told her to quit being so busy! I have had enough! A positive to this situation, Talise changed Bronson's diaper for the first time and dressed him and got him to sleep. He actually went to sleep without me and no nursing involved! Talise was very proud of herself, so was I.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Things we do for love

I've mentioned before that Talise was an only child for 7 1/2 years. She was the queen. We fussed over her like crazy. If she fell we rushed to her, dropping whatever we were doing. Everything that happened to her was a huge deal. Then we had Mylie. Talise felt like she was no longer as important. Well when Mylie was a few weeks old Talise fell off of the front porch landing knee first on a bush. She came running in the house crying and laid on the floor. At first I thought nothing of it.  She was a drama queen, which was because of us. Then I noticed something gray in the middle of her knee. I leaned in to look, it was part of a twig stuck down in her knee. Mylie was in her bouncy seat so I jumped up and scooped Talise up and took her to the bathroom to fix her knee. While we were doing that Mylie was screaming like a nut and Talise asked me why I wasn't going to get Mylie.  I told her this baby was more important right now. She STILL talks about that. It meant so much to her that I ignored her baby sister while I tended to her emergency. Since then Talise often says I don't take her to the doctor enough, or get her x-rayed, or fuss over her. So, when she hurt her foot the other day I doted on her. Not enough for her liking though.  She wanted me to take her to my job and get pictures of her foot. I made her wait over night. Yesterday she was outside running and chasing butterflies and jumping on the trampoline but when she came in she was limping and asked me to please call the doctor. So, even though I didn't feel like she needed it I called. She was sitting beside me and I wanted her to feel loved. The doctor told me to just watch her until Monday. Talise was not pleased. Her response was "But I wanted to get an x-ray". Oh well.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Up to my eyeballs!

In stress!  Mylie pulled her stunt again and had to face another enema.  Poor girl.  She was miserable. Bronson was also miserable due to his heel prick and immunization yesterday. He wanted to be held, desperately. My mom was here and happy to oblige, only that didn't please him. He wanted me. I wanted to hold him too, but couldn't. Mylie tried her hardest to fight against the enema.  Thank goodness Talise was here to help me with her. We finally got things moving. Then once it started we went through about 15 diapers in a matter of three hours. She only wanted me to change her and put cream (A&D) on her bottom. Every time I'd get her changed and pick up Bronson and get him latched onto my breast well here she'd come crying that she had poop. It was miserable. To put the icing on the cake, we had a rain storm. Thunder, lightening, heavy winds, the works.  Mylie is petrified of storms. Talise, Mylie, and my mom were out on the porch and Talise decided to walk out under a tree.  Then a huge, extremely loud clap of thunder made Talise scream, which scared my mom and nearly gave Mylie a heart attack. She came running in the house red faced, tears pouring, face  contorted, but no sound. Finally and gasp then wailing. It took a while to calm her down. I asked to please go take a shower once the pooping slowed a bit, my mom said sure. I asked because I wanted to be sure she was OK with watching them since both Bronson and Mylie were grumpy. I get in and try to relax.  I was so stressed out.  It felt like everyone needed a piece of me and I had nothing left to give. Then I hear stomping down the hall. Talise is coming to rush me out of the shower because Bronson is crying. He had a dirty diaper. My mom decided to change it for me while I got dried off.  She doesn't usually do diapers so I was glad. Talise didn't want her to do it. Why?  I have no idea. She hovered over my mom the entire time to be sure she did the same thing I do. I thought that was sweet. My mom could sense my rising stress level and offered me a nerve pill! Um, no thank you. I am breast feeding. She meant well though. We were both SO glad when Mylie and Bronson fell asleep. Although Bronson refused to sleep in his bassinet last night. I let him sleep cuddled up to me. He felt better that way and he had a rough day. Honestly it made me feel better too. Whew! I am glad it is over.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

One Month Check-up

It is so hard to believe my sweet boy is already one month old. It's true. He's a big boy, long and fat. The doctor says he's perfect, I must agree. He's 50% height, 55%  weight and either 30 or 33% head circumference. He weighed 6 lbs 15 oz and 20 inches at birth. At 5 days old his weight had dropped to 6 lbs 8 oz and today.....10 lbs 3oz, 21 3/8 inches long! He gained more weight than both girls did by one month. He definitely has reflux,he has all the signs of it. She said she isn't concerned about it though because he's had plenty of weight gain. I am to give him a dropper of Maalox before I feed him to help with the burn of it.  He had to get his Hepatitis B shot which got him completely hysterical, then another pku test which added insult to injury. He screamed for a good 35 minutes after the initial prick.  I felt horrible for him. He got all red faced and sweaty, poor sweet little guy.

Bronson on his birthday.

Bronson yesterday, just look at them jowls.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Bronson's many sides

Bronson is a wiggle tail and a face maker.  Here's some of my favorites. Please enjoy.

  And my personal favorite:

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Beyond the Funk

Sadly, things had started getting pretty funky between my husband and I. Towards the end of my pregnancy I started getting quite sour about things. I mentioned it to my doctor, but he shrugged it off as being pregnant. Well, I was no picnic to be around. I think that started it. Who knows. After I had Bronson things got worse. I felt miserable. I had gotten so moody that sweet little Mylie would feel me out a bit.  If she sensed that I was ornery she would tell me how pretty I am or how much she loves me. Sweet girl. Fernando wasn't quite so understanding. I understand he's gone, living in a truck all week. When he gets home he wants to eat a decent meal, take a shower and be around pleasant people. And sleep. He sleeps a lot. Too much for my liking. Oh well. The girls, especially Mylie, would really show out when he came home. That just got me more worked up, and then if he got ugly towards them I'd loose it. I know they are his kids too and he has every right to discipline them, but they are MY babies! I don't like seeing other people get onto them. So it had gotten to the point that when he was home we picked at each other and I would end up in tears. NOT FUN! I didn't even want him to come home. My mood would start going down hill. I ended up talking to my doctor about my emotions and got some help. That only goes so far though. This last weekend started out okay. I had decided it was going to be good.  Period. It didn't end up that way. Saturday was bad, Sunday improved a bit, but Monday was good. We both got over ourselves and started to behave. By Monday night he didn't want to go back to work. He was home last night and everything was very pleasant. We all ate together, when I came to bed with Bronson I asked him to get up and go get Mylie and Bronson's things, and he did.  No arguments.  This morning was wonderful. He's back at work, but I have a feeling I may actually miss him again. That's a good feeling.

Monday, July 5, 2010

First Bath

My sweet little fella is 3 weeks and 4 days old.  Today his umbilical stump finally fell off. It saddened me a bit.  He's no longer so new. It's a sign of his being separate from me. The positive side of it is he FINALLY gets a real bath. No more sponge bathes.  I think  he was tired. He was definitely less  than thrilled about it.  I had helpers which was nice.  Mylie was the rinser, Talise took pictures, and Fernando was in charge of making sure his boy parts weren't exposed in the pictures.  We worked as a team while Bronson worked himself into a tizzy. Afterwards I slathered him with yummy smelling cream oil, put fresh jammies on him, mo hawked his hair, fed, and burped him.  It was all just too much for the little guy.  He zonked right out!

Saturday, July 3, 2010


He just doesn't get it. I try, I promise I do. Some how, some way he always reduces me to tears. At least lately. Then to make things better he brings up that he knows I've got some after baby crap that makes me cry if you say hello. NOT COOL! So, I had planned on us going to the lake as a family tomorrow evening for Independence Day. Well, Fernando asked me last night if one of his new trucking buddies could meet up with us with his family. Now, I do not do well meeting new people. Especially with all that has been going on lately.  I am an emotional wreck. Horrid.I thought about it for a second and decided sure, it may be nice. Then he starts wanting me to call a friend late at night, that has kids, to see if the park permits fireworks.  I am NOT gonna do that.  I would be upset if someone called me late at night. He wasn't thrilled, but let it go. Then this morning he started again about it so I called but got no answer.  I just looked it up online instead. He spoke to his friend and we decided to meet up later in the afternoon.  I was thinking around 4 or so.  I don't want Bronson out in the sun and heat for too long.  Plus I am super white, super duper white.  I burn.So it's no picnic sitting at the lake for me any ways.  Well his buddy calls at 11 a.m. saying he is on his way. I suggested giving the guy the directions and us just meeting up with him later. NO! The guy wants to cook out! Period! He starts telling me how I ruin everything, and why was I whining about not having friends or getting out of the house if I refuse to do anything fun? I reminded him about Bronson. He was still pissed. He wanted the people, who I have never met, to just come to our house. I have not properly cleaned it for company so that made me feel all panicky. I was begging him to just go with out me and Bronson if it was so important to him. He argued with me. Then I went in the house. Talise comes in and tells me that he was giving the guy directions to our house. I gathered up Bronson and was going to go to my mom's house. I hear him telling the guy, the one that he wants me to go hang out with his wife, the one I haven't ever met, that I am crazy and am showing out. Now there is no way I am going around him, not after Fernando bad mouthed me to him. No way! How embarrassing! Talise later told me how he told the guy I always ruin everything he plans. It hurt. When I tried to speak to him about it because I did not want to ruin every one's good time he started up about how the guy already knows that I am going through the after baby crap and it's fine.  That I am selfish and everything has to be on my terms. Again, I don't want the 3 week old newborn roasting in the sun all day. SORRY! He was going to have his friend just stop at the end of the driveway to get directions. That looks bad.  I asked him to please just text the directions, which eventually I ended up doing for him. finally he said why don't he and the girls just go and come get me and Bronson later this evening.  That was my suggestion hours ago! he left with the girls. I am glad.  I hope they have fun. My eyes hurt from crying, my tummy is upset, and I have a headache. He just doesn't get it.  The harder I cried the meaner he got. I just don't understand. He'll be here till Tuesday. UGH! Sadly, I don't want him here that long. I kinda  wish he was still on the road. I can't wait to get past this.  I hate when we are in a funk.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Stool softeners, Enemas, Suppositories Oh My!

Mylie has constipation issues. She's had them since she was a baby. We've had to give her Mirilax occasionally since she started solids. After the first bout of constipation she started holding her poop. No amount of prune's or prune juice, fruit, fiber, or water can make her go. Even now, she's battled her poop for four days. I have been giving her a cap full of Mirilax twice a day per her doctor since Monday. She fights the urge to go like a champ. It's unbelievable. Poor girl barely slept last night due to the fight. she will stand on her tippy toes, cheeks clenched, fighting so hard she gets red faced. I broke down and bought an enema per the doctors request today. I was not looking forward to administering it. It went better than i expected and she has since gone twice, but is back to trying to hold it in. I am still giving the Mirilax and may be buying another enema for tomorrow. I hope it doesn't come to that. She's got the worst rash she has ever had because of this. that's part of the problem. She doesn't want her bottom washed. Last night I tried to just rinse her in the shower. She completely freaked out. I decided to use the hair dryer on her poor bottom instead of patting it dry. I had to lay her on the floor and basically tackle her to do it. She is so scared of anything touching her bottom. The doctor wants to try a suppository if the enema doesn't work. I hope this is over soon. My poor sweet little doodle bug.