Scott, you did such a good job on this video, and I will treasure it for the rest of my life. Thanks for doing this!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGFh3MQfkL0
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Thursday, June 30, 2011
Dylan's 1st Year
Scott worked really hard to create a video of Dylan's first year of life. I am a little late in posting this, but better late than never, right?
Scott, you did such a good job on this video, and I will treasure it for the rest of my life. Thanks for doing this!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGFh3MQfkL0
Scott, you did such a good job on this video, and I will treasure it for the rest of my life. Thanks for doing this!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGFh3MQfkL0
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Bandit the Friendly Ghost, one mystery solved!
Well, we know one thing...the ghost IS NOT opening the baby gates for Bandit. He is sailing right over the bottom one and working his way over the top one; its pretty funny actually. He waits until Scott leaves for work and then makes his move. It looks very uncomfortable getting over that gate, but he has the last laugh, as he is spending the day on my bed.
One thing to note before you watch this short clip, we edited the video down to when he actually jumped over the gate, so the sound you hear actually took place when Scott first turned the camera on.
One thing to note before you watch this short clip, we edited the video down to when he actually jumped over the gate, so the sound you hear actually took place when Scott first turned the camera on.
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1...and welcome home Daddy!
I did it...10 days of Working/Single Mom is over, and I did it! I struggled whether to write about this or not because it sheds a somewhat embarrassing light on me. But if you love me, you love; and that's that. As I said, Scott was gone for 10 days between DC and Richmond. This is a long time for our family. And it kind of snuck up on us; as we didn't know he was going to be gone until a week or so before it happened.
Our plan was to go to Gastonia last weekend because my best friend and her boyfriend were in town from NYC. Scott ended up having to go to DC so Dylan and I headed to Gastonia by ourselves. At this point, Scott had been gone for 4 days and Dylan has had 2 ear infections for about a week. Things did not go very well in Gastonia. Dylan was just off, and I knew something was wrong. I figured we were going to need to make another trip to the doctor. And with his history of ear infections, I knew we needed to see our doctor. So under the very wise advice of my mother, I cut my trip short and drove back Saturday night to Raleigh so I could take him to the doctor first thing Sunday morning.
Here is the embarrassing part...As soon as mom mentioned this idea of driving back, I broke down. I literally started bawling and I don't think I stopped until Sunday after Dylan's doctor appointment. I am not really sure what happened to me. I was exhausted. When Scott is gone, and I am working, my day starts at 4:30am and ends about 8pm. I had been doing this for about a week by myself. And add in sick/fussy baby and it doesn't get easier. I was sick. Stomach virus...enough said. I was sad. I had seen Erin and Brian for all of two seconds and I was missing time with them; the whole point to my trip home. I was worried. Dylan had an ear infection for a week and I was scared the medicine wasn't working. He just wasn't acting himself. I was overwhelmed. I had help in Gastonia. I was coming home to an empty house for another whole week. I just didn't want to leave.
But I think what really set me over the edge was the absolute concern in mom and dad's face for me. It was the ultimate parental concern. I could see it in their faces, "my child is upset, and I would do anything to make it better for her." My sweet, sweet dad offered to drive me and Dylan back to Raleigh. I can only hope that I am always as good a parent as they are. No matter what, I always feel that love, concern, and support from them; even now it brings tears to my eyes.
So I took Dylan to the doctor first thing the next morning and he was fine. So I cried some more at the doctor's office. He assured me lots of moms hit a wall and cry, and it didn't make me a bad mom. I believe he is about to get some more teeth. And he is also starting to test me. I take something away that he shouldn't be playing with, and he pitches a fit. I have learned that if you don't respond to the tantrum; pretend like it isn't happening, it passes pretty quickly.
We had a pretty good week. We definitely have a routine when Scott is not here and it works beautifully for us. So we played a lot before bed and I think we only had one tantrum all week.
Everything is back to normal now. Scott came home on Thursday and I have been trying to forget about my 24 hour meltdown. That probably won't be the last one I have, to be honest, but hopefully it doesn't happen again for awhile. I know I am a good mom, or at least I try to be; but I was pretty ashamed of myself over this. I have a very good child, and I am so lucky to have him. He makes me laugh constantly. I know things can't always be hearts and flowers and basically perfection. But I really dislike the fact that I behaved this way. And as it was hard on me, I know it wasn't easy on Scott to be away from Dylan for that long.
And I will just say...my hat is off to all of you single moms. Seriously, I have nothing but respect for you. I can't imagine doing it by myself all the time and being the sole supporter. Y'all are my heros! :-)
Despite all the drama from last weekend, Dylan wasn't fussy the entire time and he did get some quality time with Nana and Pops. He got ahold of cell phone and before I could stop him, had it up to his ear and was "talking". This is new! The things they learn!
Our plan was to go to Gastonia last weekend because my best friend and her boyfriend were in town from NYC. Scott ended up having to go to DC so Dylan and I headed to Gastonia by ourselves. At this point, Scott had been gone for 4 days and Dylan has had 2 ear infections for about a week. Things did not go very well in Gastonia. Dylan was just off, and I knew something was wrong. I figured we were going to need to make another trip to the doctor. And with his history of ear infections, I knew we needed to see our doctor. So under the very wise advice of my mother, I cut my trip short and drove back Saturday night to Raleigh so I could take him to the doctor first thing Sunday morning.
Here is the embarrassing part...As soon as mom mentioned this idea of driving back, I broke down. I literally started bawling and I don't think I stopped until Sunday after Dylan's doctor appointment. I am not really sure what happened to me. I was exhausted. When Scott is gone, and I am working, my day starts at 4:30am and ends about 8pm. I had been doing this for about a week by myself. And add in sick/fussy baby and it doesn't get easier. I was sick. Stomach virus...enough said. I was sad. I had seen Erin and Brian for all of two seconds and I was missing time with them; the whole point to my trip home. I was worried. Dylan had an ear infection for a week and I was scared the medicine wasn't working. He just wasn't acting himself. I was overwhelmed. I had help in Gastonia. I was coming home to an empty house for another whole week. I just didn't want to leave.
But I think what really set me over the edge was the absolute concern in mom and dad's face for me. It was the ultimate parental concern. I could see it in their faces, "my child is upset, and I would do anything to make it better for her." My sweet, sweet dad offered to drive me and Dylan back to Raleigh. I can only hope that I am always as good a parent as they are. No matter what, I always feel that love, concern, and support from them; even now it brings tears to my eyes.
So I took Dylan to the doctor first thing the next morning and he was fine. So I cried some more at the doctor's office. He assured me lots of moms hit a wall and cry, and it didn't make me a bad mom. I believe he is about to get some more teeth. And he is also starting to test me. I take something away that he shouldn't be playing with, and he pitches a fit. I have learned that if you don't respond to the tantrum; pretend like it isn't happening, it passes pretty quickly.
We had a pretty good week. We definitely have a routine when Scott is not here and it works beautifully for us. So we played a lot before bed and I think we only had one tantrum all week.
Everything is back to normal now. Scott came home on Thursday and I have been trying to forget about my 24 hour meltdown. That probably won't be the last one I have, to be honest, but hopefully it doesn't happen again for awhile. I know I am a good mom, or at least I try to be; but I was pretty ashamed of myself over this. I have a very good child, and I am so lucky to have him. He makes me laugh constantly. I know things can't always be hearts and flowers and basically perfection. But I really dislike the fact that I behaved this way. And as it was hard on me, I know it wasn't easy on Scott to be away from Dylan for that long.
And I will just say...my hat is off to all of you single moms. Seriously, I have nothing but respect for you. I can't imagine doing it by myself all the time and being the sole supporter. Y'all are my heros! :-)
Despite all the drama from last weekend, Dylan wasn't fussy the entire time and he did get some quality time with Nana and Pops. He got ahold of cell phone and before I could stop him, had it up to his ear and was "talking". This is new! The things they learn!
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| Addie and Dylan |
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| Hello? May I spek to mommy? |
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| Cutie Pie! |
Friday, June 3, 2011
Memorial Day Weekend
What a crazy weekend! The 4th Annual Eadsfest was held on Saturday. For those of you not familiar, this is a Beer Olympics competition modeled after Beer Fest, the movie. The Drunkenbauers came in 3rd place, as they are destined to every year. I only competed the first year back in 2008, and it was a lot of fun. By 2009, I was pregnant, and I chose to referee. Yeah, I won't ever do that again. The sole blame for that goes to the Drunkenbauers, my own family! I say this with all the love in my heart; they are competitive and obnoxious, and didn't have lot of respect for the referees. It was so bad that I refused to go anywhere near them after the first game. I didn't compete in 2010 because I had a 5 week old baby, and well that says it all. And this year? Simple, I can't drink. Two glasses of wine puts me under now a days. An all day beer drinking competition would land me in the hospital. Not to mention trying to take care of 13 month old with a massive hangover the next day. That is just not happening. This year's team consisted of my brother Seth, my sis in law Paula, Scott, Jon, and our friend Paul. They had a great time, and while I was dreading them coming home drunk, they regaled me with stories of the day and just made me laugh. They continued the spirit of competition when they got home with Seth, Scott, and Jon taking part in a McDonald's 50 count chicken mcnugget challenge. I still don't know who won, but it was fun to watch. I am just picturing the faces of the people at Mickey D's as they all these drunk people walk in and order a total of 150 nuggets. So, what did I do while they were at Eadsfest? I took my sweet boy on a wagon ride and then Tara and I took Dylan to Lily's pizza for dinner. I think I got the better end of this deal.
On Memorial Day, we went to the neighborhood pool with Jon, Tara, and the Eads family. I learned some things about the kind of mother I am that day. First, Dylan's first experience in a pool a few weeks did not go over very well, so I knew we were in for a challenge. I held Dylan and inched my way in. We started with my feet in the pool, then moved to sitting on a stair, where it seems we sat for a very long time. Then Steph and I sang The Wheels on the Bus very loudly and I was able to move the rest of the way into the pool without any problems. Here's the thing about Dylan...there are 2 things which can defuse any fussy/scary situation pretty quickly...a blanket and the Wheels on the Bus. It is his favorite song and he gets SO happy when I sing it to him. So sure enough, as soon as we started singing, he cracked a smile and forgot all about his fear. From then on, he just wanted to be in the pool. So I learned that I don't care how embarrassing it is, if it calms my child, I am going to do it. Another thing I learned about myself...I am officially old. There were some teenage boys that were throwing a football around and got too close to us a couple times, and I gave them "the look". Hello, there is BABY right in front of you? They politely looked at me and said "sorry ma'am." MA'AM???? Who are you talking to? THEN later, Me, Dylan, and Eads were standing around when a football wizzed past my head, and I heard, "watch out for the old people behind you." Seriously? I am "old people" now? Okay, I will say I was a little hard on the other teenagers who started to throw a football threw our group, who again included a baby and Lily, who is 3 years old. But in my defense, we had asked them to move over several times before I got snappy. And yes, as I am writing this, I am laughing at the whole experience because the thing is? I don't really care all that much. I actually find it humorous. So I learned that I am "old people" and I am "that" mother that yells at teenagers when there is too much roughhousing.
So I hope everyone had a great weekend! It really was a busy, but fun weekend for us. Enjoy the pictures!
On Memorial Day, we went to the neighborhood pool with Jon, Tara, and the Eads family. I learned some things about the kind of mother I am that day. First, Dylan's first experience in a pool a few weeks did not go over very well, so I knew we were in for a challenge. I held Dylan and inched my way in. We started with my feet in the pool, then moved to sitting on a stair, where it seems we sat for a very long time. Then Steph and I sang The Wheels on the Bus very loudly and I was able to move the rest of the way into the pool without any problems. Here's the thing about Dylan...there are 2 things which can defuse any fussy/scary situation pretty quickly...a blanket and the Wheels on the Bus. It is his favorite song and he gets SO happy when I sing it to him. So sure enough, as soon as we started singing, he cracked a smile and forgot all about his fear. From then on, he just wanted to be in the pool. So I learned that I don't care how embarrassing it is, if it calms my child, I am going to do it. Another thing I learned about myself...I am officially old. There were some teenage boys that were throwing a football around and got too close to us a couple times, and I gave them "the look". Hello, there is BABY right in front of you? They politely looked at me and said "sorry ma'am." MA'AM???? Who are you talking to? THEN later, Me, Dylan, and Eads were standing around when a football wizzed past my head, and I heard, "watch out for the old people behind you." Seriously? I am "old people" now? Okay, I will say I was a little hard on the other teenagers who started to throw a football threw our group, who again included a baby and Lily, who is 3 years old. But in my defense, we had asked them to move over several times before I got snappy. And yes, as I am writing this, I am laughing at the whole experience because the thing is? I don't really care all that much. I actually find it humorous. So I learned that I am "old people" and I am "that" mother that yells at teenagers when there is too much roughhousing.
So I hope everyone had a great weekend! It really was a busy, but fun weekend for us. Enjoy the pictures!
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| After Eadsfest...Scott and Seth in the middle of the nugget challenge. |
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| Mom, I am trying to eat. Please get the camera out of my face. |
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| Wagon ride! |
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| Success! We are in the pool! |
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| Eads family! |
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| Uncle Jon and Aunt Tara |
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| Playing with Daddy and Uncle Jon |
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| Lily and Scott having a snack |
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| You see those boys to the right? They are the ones that called me "old people" |
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| Hanging with Daddy |
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Bandit, the Friendly Ghost; Part Deux
Recently we put two baby gates at the top and bottom of our staircase. Twice in the last few weeks, we have come home to Bandit, trapped on the staircase in between the gates. So odd; how did he get there? My explanation...he jumped over one and couldn't jump back out. Scott's explanation...the Bauer ghost who is messing with our bathroom rugs has some new tricks up his sleeve. Scott thinks he is opening the gate and trapping Bandit in. What do you think?
We are SO setting up a video camera for this.
Stay tuned...
Also please consider that our surround sound randomly turns on by itself. Kind of spooky...
We are SO setting up a video camera for this.
Stay tuned...
Also please consider that our surround sound randomly turns on by itself. Kind of spooky...
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