Sunday

Normally our Sunday consists of waking up early for church, having a Starbucks treat (for me), real breakfast (omelets, waffles, bacon, etc), reading the Sunday paper, and cooking a real dinner.

But this Sunday we were lazy.  We didn't wake up until 8am (that's late for this house).  We missed church (even though there are 3 different service times we could attend).  I haven't cooked ANYTHING all day.  Well, you get the point.

So what did we do?

We shopped.

 

And played

And grandparents visited

And reading.......

Have a video to upload but it's not cooperating.  May try again later.

It was a happy Sunday. 

Migraine

There were times when I was little when my mom would have a "migraine".  I heard this word a few times way back then.  I knew that meant that she had a bad headache and that we had to leave her alone and that she would go into her bedroom and make it really dark.  A little while later she would come out and continue her mother-wife duties.......clean up, cook dinner, polish her nails. And all that other stuff that Supermom would do.

Well now, I am a mom and a wife and I occasionally have

MIGRAINES.

Today was one of those days.  And it was probably my 2nd to worst one yet.
**My #1 migraine landed me in the emergency room with morphene.....At one point today I almost thought to have R take me to the hospital.  I was pretty close.

Anyway.

In all of my pain and discomfort I knew that my family had to eat so I set out to fix dinner.  Why did I think I could be Supermom? 

I couldn't even finish.  My Superhusband saved the day.  He sent me to bed. Finished cooking what looked like delicious steak fajita quesadillas and fed Ryan.  He kept her away from me (I couldn't even play with her today-broke my heart. and hers).  I heard them playing and watching t.v.  I even heard her come knocking on my door at one point looking for me.

I don't know what I would have done without him.

I love him.

He loves me.  (even when I have a migraine, an attitude, and when I'm "nagging")

Thank you God for sending him to me.

He's all mine.  He's wonderful.

I love you husband. ;)

Baby, Baby, Baby

My baby is growing up too fast.  (And her dad now refers to her as a "toddler"--I'm not ready for that yet) It makes me a little sad.  She rarely wants to cuddle with me anymore.  I can't kiss her 50 times in a row like I used to.  She can walk. (and kind of run)  Her new thing is "jumping".  Yes, her daddy taught her how to "jump".  Oh, and she's tall enough to pull things out of the dirty clothes hamper when it's full.  (And she always seems to pull out the WRONG things!)

She is like a little worker bee......she goes all day long.  And it shows because she sleeps REALLY GOOD at night. 

While I love seeing her accomplish all of these milestones.  I mean, it is the best feeling ever when they learn how to do something new.  It still makes me sad.  It makes me truly cherish every day.  But most of all it makes me...

want another baby. 

Everyone is having babies.

At work.

Friends.

Celebrities. (We know how important they are)

I look at all those pictures of these new little babies and I long for one too.  It makes me remember these days

I miss being able to just snap pictures of her and not have to worry about "catching" her looking at the camera and "posing" her.

Now, most of the pictures I get look like this

And occasionally I get a cute one and not a mishap

She has changed so much.  It is bittersweet.

I am ready for another. 

I hope that my plan for the timing of our next one works.