Tuesday, December 22, 2009

31 again!


Sunday was my 32nd birthday, unless you ask my husband who keeps telling me I am 31 which totally works for me. It was an amazing birthday, full of smiles, giggles, kisses and love. Who could ask for anything more.

Mark was fighting a very vicious head and chest cold but despite how horrible he was feeling her worked hard and put aside his urge to snuggle under the covers all day to try to make it a great day for me. We started the morning off the best way...we all slept in. Then Mark got Maddie out of her crib and brought her to "wake" me in bed. She was full of smiles and excitement. I was very excited to get my last birthday present..a stovetop popper, much like the one that Melissa gave me years ago that I used until it was DEAD.

Before we headed out for the day my considerate husband wranggled the toddler while I got to work out on the treadmill for 50 minutes. One of my other AMAZING birthday presents was Mark built a shelf to house a cardio cinema and got me a tv so that I could look forward to working out. It really does make me want to work out more. I love, love, love it.

After my work out we hit the road, although it was snowy it was not too cold which was nice. We went to this mexican restaurant in huntington where we had the best nachos I have had since moving to this area. I LOVED them. Next time I want a place all to myself ;) Maddie was not a joy at the restaurant ...as nice as it is that she is walking now, the downside is she always wants her freedom and does not want to be pinned into an evil highchair. So in the end we did a dine and dash (except we actually paid for our meal) to rush a screaming child into the car. Maybe next year we get a sitter for my birthday lunch. Ha ha.

My goal this day was to get a few shirts I could wear and feel good about myself that were not baggy sweatshirts. Mark took on the task of running errands with Maddie so that I could shop on my own. Even among all the christmas crazies it was relaxing and I think I found some really great deals. However, the best part was when Mark and Maddie rejoined me and Maddie showered me with kisses as if I had been gone for years.

When we got home we gave Maddie her kitchen set ...she loved it and watching her play with it was a great birthday gift to myself. She was so happy and had so much fun. I got so much laughter out of her and kisses. It made me think about being 32...or 31 again...really look at my life and realize how amazing it is. I have a wonderful, sweet, considerate husband who loves to spend time with us, he still leaves me love notes and I get random I love yous throughout the day. He loves to make us happy and I love to make him happy. I have an amazing daughter who is so much fun to watch grow. I want to spend every second just enjoying her silly little smiles and games. Who wouldn't love this life.

I hope every birthday can be as joyful as this one was.
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Friday, December 11, 2009


Tonight I just can't sleep. I do not know what it is, I am exhausted but my mind won't rest. So instead I have uploaded pictures, videos, emailed friends, played games, worked on my meetup.com sight and revised and added things to my playgroup site. The site has a LOT more work to be done on it before we can drop Meetup.com and just use it but I am still quite proud of it. Check it out.


Okay it is now 3:30am and I better force myself to sleep...anyone want to send a little sleep dust my way. :)

Monday, November 02, 2009

An Oldie but a Goodie

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Finally at the top
Current mood: happy
One of the benefits of living in Colorado is the amazing outdoor life. Everything is so beautiful. There is so much to do outside, hike, climb, explore. . . how could one ever be bored.

We have gone out rock climbing a few times since we have lived here. Since I had to get new shoes and a harness (mine are with the movers that STILL have not arrived), I have only participated the last two times. Both times were at Castlewood Canyon in Castle Rock (no not Stephen Kings Castle Rock).

Both times I was incredibly disappointed with myself. I am not making excuses but the rock is harder out here, not to mention a little more painful (at least the places we have gone to). So I have had climbers block. I would get about 1/4 way up the wall and just block, not be able to go any farther.

I realize part of it is the rough rock scares me, I mean when you fall on that and hit the wall. . . skin is coming off. Needless to say that makes one a little more hesitant to push ones self. Part of it is the nerves of climbing with new people. Especially since the new people and Mark are rockin it on the rock, where I am floundering. But the biggest part is hesitation. . . . hesitation is the root of all that is evil.

I have found in rock climbing that the minute you stop and think about it your path, your climb, your distance from the ground and all the other little factors surrounding you. . you freeze. The path seems harder, the rock seems harder. . . the fall . . . .well it definitely seems harder. So when you stop using the momentum to push you up that rock. . . when you hesitate to guess your next move. .. . well you tend to talk yourself out of it.

A new friend of ours is one of my "Rock Role Models". I wish I looked at the rocks the way he does. Not because he sees nooks and crannies I would never dream of holding on to in a million years (not that secure in my rock climbing). But because when the rock has started to defeat him, he sits back and says "damnit, I am going to get to the top". A couple of times he even stopped while being lowered and said "wait, how about this" and would try the wall one or two more times.

I was starting to become embarrassed. Because in essence not getting to the top during ANY of these climbs. . . well it makes me a quitter. I don't like being a quitter. Who does?

So on the last climb yesterday, using Michelle as my role model for this one (she is newer to climbing than I am, but when her brother says NO, try it this way. . .she tried. . . it doesn't always work out but sometimes it does. . like she became the layback queen on the last outing because she didn't quit) I decided I was going to make it to the top. Now granted this is not the hardest of climbs, but it requires one to do a technique that is called the "lay back". The lay back makes me nervous because basically you are smearing your feet (or putting one in a crack if you are lucky enough to have a crack big enough), sticking your hands in the crack and extending your arms leaning back and climbing the crack. I have NO faith in my upper body strength so this maneuver is not one that I felt comfortable with. As a matter of fact, every time Mark tried to teach it to me I would start to lay back and then quit. . .feeling uncomfortable.

But in order to make it up this climb, the lay back was necessary. So this time, without thinking about it, without hesitating. . . I laid back. .. . damn I laid back the entire way to the top. . . until I was able to touch the beiners. Not only that, but after a few other people climbed. . . I did again this time flying up the rock in under a minute. I was determined. . .not determined to look like a better climber, not determined to impress my peers. . . . but determined to impress myself by not hesitating and overcoming my fears.

Now, I am proud of myself, because I overcame something that was causing me to not enjoy myself at one of my favorite hobbies.

If my arms were not so damn sore. . . I would be back out there today, seeing what else I can overcome :)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

And what do YOU do?

Most of my adult life I have disliked that question. To me it always felt like I was being put up for judgment. . . like the answer I give, the job I have will determine if I am smart enough, determined enough or good enough. Sometimes I would try to think of the fanciest title for what I do, in hopes it sounded impressive.

Now that question is different. Now that question means something to me. "What do you do?", "who me? I am a Mom!". Silly in a way because I NEVER wanted to be a stay at home mom. I use to think who in there right mind can do that...how boring..how unsatisfying. Why wouldn't these women want to go get real jobs and make something out of themselves. WHO IN THIER RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO STAY HOME WITH A KID ALL DAY? Now I know the answer...ME! I love it. It is the job I am the proudest of. It is the best job I have ever had. It pays better than any job I have ever had, and the rewards are so much greater.

As a stay at home mom, I not only get to watch my daughter grow but I get to be a constant influence in everything she learns and does. I get to be there.

However, I know this is only the way I feel and not everyone can understand it. There are still a lot of career oriented people out there that think that I must just lack ambition. I know he will disagree with me, but I believe my husband is one of those people. He almost seems to cringe when he tells people that I am a stay at home mom. He seems to be slightly embarrassed he does not have some snazzy career title to pin to my name. I can understand. My husband has more determination than anyone I know. He quit everything to follow his dream to become a lawyer, he worked hard and he has accomplished so much. I am proud of him everyday. But this is not what I want for me right now. I like being a mom. I LOVE being a mom. I love that I don't have to miss a thing and it breaks my heart at how much he has to miss.

This is not to say that all I ever want to be is a stay at home mom. Of course not, I mean eventually Maddie will have to go to school right? And then what do I do with myself..sit around and cry. Of course not. I look forward to re-entering the career world. I want to go back to school now to pave my way when that time comes. But right now I am content in my current career path...even if it doesn't get raises and promotions, it gets smiles, kisses and first steps...I would not change it for the world.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

The ADD Me

How did I fall behind on so many things. I had so many great ideas, plans...even beginnings but they are all laying unfinished...Lilli's tutu, Maddie's journal, Maddie's scrapbook, Mark and Holly blog and my blog just to name a few of the many things that have gotten pushed aside. I feel like I can't finish anything these days which makes no sense since Maddie is more entertained by herself these days. I should be knocking projects out right and left but I just can't seem to follow through. Get it together Mama. Get on track.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Mark Graduated from Law School


Well three years has gone by in a flash. It seems like just yesterday Mark and I were packing up our lives in Virginia and moving to DC so he could start law school. I remember in those first days I was soooooooooo excited for him. You would of thought I was starting school. I loved hearing about Contracts and Torts...but then he got into the boring subjects like International Law and Corperations ...blah...

It was a lot of work and although he loves learning about the law ...it took a LOT of his time and he probably missed out on one or two things because of it. I don't think he would change a thing though. Now we are Kentuckians (ha ha) and Mark is only a few months away from being a Lawyer. I am sooooo proud of him. I know if Maddie understood everything Mark has done in the past 3 years, she would be so proud of her dad too. He is a great role model for her...he had a dream and he had no problem dropping everything and achieving it. Love that man.
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Uncle Billy


Maddie's Uncle Billy came to help us move from Denver to Kentucky. She was barely shy around him...she seemed to adore him. Unlike with other new people she did not cry when he held her the first time, I walked away and she was fine just being with her Uncle Billy. He was great with her too! I think they will be great friends. :)
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Maddie loves that baby in the mirror

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Maddie, her little chair and her friend Elmo

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Maddie and her toy box

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Maddie Loves Mangos

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Eating is fun

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Jet in the cage part 2

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Screaming and laughing at Jet in the cage

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We miss DaDa

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Thursday, February 26, 2009


Here are some older posts, I never put on here!

October 14th, 2008-Madison Arrives

after 11 hours of labor, 2.5 hours of pushing. . . . Madison Riley Solomon entered the world at 10:29 pm Mountain Time. I did not want to call and wake people up so I figured an email would be better. She weighed 7 lbs and 8 ounces and is 20 inches long. She has a head full of long dirty blonde hair. She was a hit with all the nurses who immediately wanted to play with her hair and put bows in it. She is a champion feeder already and HATES baths (probably because her long hair captured so much goo that the nurses had to really scrub.

We are no in the neonatal section where both baby and dad are passed out. Mark is an amazing father already, so sweet and attentive. I love that man.

I have attached some pictures. One is right after she was born of the 3 of us. The other is right after her first bath and the last one is Madison dressed to go home for the first time in the outfit Aunt Missy gave her.

More soon. Love and miss you all.

Hi all,

I just wanted to send you all a note to let you know that after 11 hours of labor, 2.5 hours of pushing. . . . Madison Riley Solomon entered the world at 10:29 pm Mountain Time. I did not want to call and wake people up so I figured an email would be better. She weighed 7 lbs and 8 ounces and is 20 inches long. She has a head full of long dirty blonde hair. She was a hit with all the nurses who immediately wanted to play with her hair and put bows in it. She is a champion feeder already and HATES baths (probably because her long hair captured so much goo that the nurses had to really scrub.

We are now in the neonatal section where both baby and dad are passed out. Mark is an amazing father already, so sweet and attentive. I love that man.
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October 14th, 2008-Labor Begins

October 14th at 2:30 PM

My water broke at 11:30 this afternoon (right after I finished my rocking exercises. . which I did full force while telling Spoon that today would be a great day to be born). It was only like a small gush but def completely different then anything I have ever felt so I knew I did not just pee my pants (that would be bad). I immediately started running around the house like a chicken with my head cut off, going "oh my gawd, that was my water. . . oh my gawd I think my water just broke" . I called Mark who answered without talking since he was in class and told him my water broke. He stepped outside class and asked me a few time if I was sure. I told him I would call Dr. Dena and call him back.

I explained to Dr. Dena what happened and she said that definately sounds like your water broke and told me to go to the labor deck. So I called Mark back. . . still in class. . . . and told him it was time. . . since he had to leave class he wanted reassurances. ha ha He said when he started to pack up the class asked him if it was time and he told them that I said it was. Good thing it was not a false alarm or he would have a lot of explaining to do.

The drive to the hospital was a little painful with contractions but no more water breaking.

After I checked in at the Triage desk in the ER they directed me to walk if I could the Labor Deck, which I told htem I could. But wouldn't you know that the minute we started walking my water started coming again . . . and coming . . . it was awful, I felt like a broken faucet. I was trying to walk while keeping my legs together. Mark thought it was quite the sight.

Once I got into one of the triage rooms they checked me out and determined it was definately my water that broke (good to know Mark would not have to go back to school and explain false alarm my wife just peed herself) and that I was 5 cm dialated.

Since then my contractions have been getting worse. Since she is sunny side up there are a lot of back pains that are not fun. They should be checking me again any minute now to see if I have dialated any more. I know contractions are only going to get stronger but DAMN really OUCH!
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Thursday, October 2, 2008
Post from October 1st, 2008
Doc Appointment
posted on 10/01/2008

We went to the doctor today. She said I am between 2-3 cm. . . still 50% effaced and "all soft and ready". Also, the baby is at a -1 which means she is 4cm up and 1 cm away from the birth canal. So basically she can could arrive any day now.

Of course this said, my Doctor will be out of town from the 3rd to the 12th of October. She has asked me to cross my legs. I am thinknig that means Spoon will be born sometime between those dates. That is just the way things happen.
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Post from Sept 29th, 2008
Today I am officially off of bed rest. Yipppppeeee!

My goal for today was to clean the house, as it DESPERATELY needs it before Spoon arrives. However, being the smart girl that I am, I decided to remind work that I was off bed rest. OF COURSE this means they need me to work. So I figure what the hey, I need money. . .so I go in.

Dumb, Dumb, Dumb ME!

It was a PAINFUL day. Every step, my body was yelling at me. I walked slow and in a strut resembeling Quasimodo. By the time I got home I could barely stand. Needless to say unless I start to feel better over the next week, I will NOT be repeating that mistake. UGH!!!!

BUT AT LEAST I AM OFF BED REST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Update: 20 days of fun

So as many of you know today was my appointment with the doctor to see if I was off bed rest or if the baby was still trying to push her way out.

The good news is that I have not dialated any more. I am still at 2 cm and 50% effaced. Yipppeee for lack of labor process.

HOWEVER, since I did start to dilate at 33 weeks the doctor mentioned I might not want to work until I hit the 37 week mark. As of now if spoon is born she will have to spend time in the ICU because she is not big enough nor developed enough. After 37 weeks she could be born safely and most likely avoid the ICU. So of course like any responsible mom to be I said, fine I won't work for a few weeks. . . no biggie. I can handle no work, gives me more time to do other things. There is still SOOOO much to do to get ready for the baby and not to mention the house could use a good cleaning. No work, no problem.

Of course these were the thoughts in my head. . not reality. My smart and concerned husband had the sense enough to ask "does this mean she is still on bed rest?". To which the Doctor replied "ohhh of course" . . and to which I whined "COMPLETE BED REST???" and of course the doctor replied "Yes, most definately" . . . I even begged for 30 mins a day to walk around or clean or put sheets on the crib. . .ANYTHING . . .to which I got a big fat NO. Complete bed rest. . . means complete bed rest.

I am not just whining because I am bored. I am not just whining because complete bed rest means I can not even sit up, making even computing hard and painful on my wrists. I am whining because there are 20 million things to do. I am whining because Mark has papers and trials and should not be coming home to clean, fix me meals and wait on me. I am whining because I feel like a total burden and like I can not contribute. :(

However, once again my smart husband knew what to say. He reminded me that our babies welfare is more important than a camping trip (damn I am missing that this weekend), cleaning the house or even going to the grocery store and that me being on bed rest is what I have to do to keep the little one safe. He also reminded me that marriage is team work and sometimes one person pulls more weight than the other and this is his time to pull more weight. . . and he is okay with that.

It made me feel better but I admit I still have the urge to sneak and do the dishes. But I won't. I shall lay here like a vegetable and only get up to go to the bathroom. Fun, Fun for 20 whole days.
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Sunday, September 7, 2008
Spoon is making a break for it

I figured the easiest way to update everyone is through a blog, that way I can save the fingers and only update once.

Friday night, while walking my brother in law back to his hotel, I got hit by a skate boarder. It was an accident, although a stupid one. He just did not judge his space or how much time he had to stop correctly, so when he attempted to stop he flew off the skateboard and into me. Hitting me really hard in the shoulder and flinging me back. Luckily I did not fall. The skateboarder apologized and I went on my way with some back and shoulder pain.

Well all the next day (yesterday) I felt like crap. I was having a lot of back pain and I felt feverish. I probably should of called the doc earlier (like my mom, Andrella and Mark told me to do) . But I always worry I am being a drama queen and over reacting. So I waited for Mark to get home. He was not overly worried until I told him that I had only felt the baby move on two occasions that day and demanded I call the emergency line right away.

The on call doc thought everything was prob okay but since I did not feel the baby more than twice she said that is an automatic trip to labor and delivery for monitoring.

We arrived at Aurora Medical at 9pm and were checked in (they did not have any of my pre-registration information that I KNOW I did in April, which was annoying but whatever). They hooked me up to the monitor and of course Spoon started kicking up a storm as soon as the put the sensors on me. After an hour, they said the baby was def fine. . . plenty of movement and a strong heartbeat. Mark then asked what the second number on the monitor was and confirmed it was my contractions. But they were mostly just light with a couple of strong ones which was normal for my stage. So she was going to call the doc and give her the information to see about releasing me.

But then my contractions got stronger. By the time the nurse came back my contractions were stronger and 2 mins apart. So of course they checked for dilation. I was 2 cm dialated, 50% effaced and my cervix was soft. Being that I am only 33 weeks pregnant this was not good news to me. I don't want this baby out for at least another 3 weeks and neither does the doc. But I have been worried lately she was trying to come early, guess I was right.

Next another nurse came in and said that the first nurse thought I was 37 weeks along, which is why she thought this was all normal. But being that I was only 33 weeks they did not want me being dialated or having contractions 2 mins apart. So they gave me a shot to relax my body and try to stop everything. Then said they would monitor me for an hour to see what happened.

Okay let me say I HATE that shot. Totally worth it, totally will take it once a day if it keeps Spoon in there another 3 weeks at least but not a fan of the feeling. It basically feels like when I take my strong inhalers, makes me feel all jittery and shaky like I have metal running through my veins. Not fun. But it did make the Spoon EXTRA hyper . . .I thought she was going to kick her way through my belly.

Within that hour my contractions slowed down to only having big ones every 20 mins or so. Which is good. And they checked again and I was not dilating any more. So they sent me home with bed rest orders and I have to call the doc on Monday before I get cleared to get off bed rest. Fun, fun. We got home and got into bed at about 430am. . which is why I slept till almost 11. We were both EXHAUSTED.

Of course now this puts us in full rush mode. It seems this baby may not be working on our schedule so we better stop slacking and get ready. My bags were pretty much packed, but last night while at the hospital we made a list of all the things we may want that were not in the bag and added those today. Now DH is running around by himself today trying to get things for his office so we can go ahead and get that set up with the crib. . (something we have been procrastinating on).

So that was my fun night. Certainly lit a fire under both of our butts to get things done. . . of course since I am on bed rest my fire is just burning my butt since I can't actually do anything :(

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Sunday, August 24, 2008
The Nesting Begins

So what happens when you leave a pregnant woman home alone? Answer, she goes a little crazy. Ha ha.

Yesterday after Mark headed out for a day of climbing with Joe, I started to feel restless. I looked around at all the boxes of baby stuff piling up, all the bins of clothes, blanket and towels lacking organization and took action.

First I sorted through all the bins and separated them (i.e. clothes, blanket, bath stuff, feeding stuff and so on) so I could figure out how many more bins I needed to make this organized. Then I folded all the babies clothes (which I washed this week and put them away).

Then I went went through all the boxes and took all the things we would not need right away downstairs to the basement (toddler gym, travel bed and so on).

Then I busted the pack and play out of the box and went to put it together a) to make sure it did not need to be returned and b) So then I could break it down into the travel bag and put it in the basement. This by far was NOT an easy task when ones hands are SWOLLEN so much that is caused carpel tunnel (my fingers constantly go numb and certain movements cause immense pain). The swollen hands made simple tasks like snapping snaps painful. Not to mention, who does the instruction books for these things. All they do is show you the parts and then a couple of pictures. . . if you are LUCKY it has one or two instructions but not really. It is like some man said ha ha she is pregnant and hormonal lets see if we can make her crack over a pack and play. The changing table attachment was the worst, Bella was watching me wearily while I was cursing over it. . .just in case it flew across the room in a moment of frustration. But after MANY choice words and having to walk away a few times I got it together. However, by this point my hands were so swollen and sore I could not break it back down so I pushed it into the corner to wait for Mark to get home. Even though I would of rather of broken it down before hand so he would not think I was crazy for putting it together with 5-9 weeks before the baby arrives.

Here is the finished product:

After that, I put together the car seat (which was MUCH easier) and added on the cute car seat toy that Nancy gave me. I resisted the urge to put it in my car. Ha ha. Gotta love the nesting, want everything to be ready and perfect mode.

After that, Unpacked and figured out the bottle warmer. I put batteries in all the toys. And then I cleared out all the boxes.

Then I hit the road. First I went to buy Mark's birthday present (his birthday is Sept 2nd if anyone needed the reminder). Then I went by REI to make sure they had our stroller in the color we wanted for the sale price they had online. After that I went to babies-r-us where with the gift cards Rebecca gave me I bought the extra car base for Mark's car (damn these things are expensive), a sheet for the pack and play, a set of baby hangers and some mitts to keep her from scratching her face. I must admit I spent about 30 minutes looking at all the clothes. ESP the cute little coats and faux down vests. But I resisted the urge.

After Babies-R-us I went to Wal-mart, where I picked up my online order of the changing pad and the ocean wonders mobile. Since they said I had to take it out in the box it came in (which was HUGE) they had to get me a cart. Go figure the only cart they had was a huge gardening cart, so here I am this huge pregnant lady with a huge box on a huge cart going down these narrow aisles. Thanks wal-mart.

After Wal-Mart I headed over to Bed, Bath and Beyond. . where I finally exhausted the WONDERFUL wedding gift card from Melis, Rockstar and Angi and bought three more canvas bins (in brown and green) for the babies stuff. But of course I had to stop at the bathroom first, as I am pregnant and we must pee every 30 minutes at the minimum and I have been holding it in for an hour. I can honestly say that bathroom stalls are not built with pregnant women in mind. When you try to shut the stall door you find that your belly is blocking its path, so you have to straddle the toilet to get the door closed. Fun fun. When I attempted to leave the bathroom I found that the staff was unloading some furniture from the back room blocking the exit to the bathroom (Mark does this count for a false imprisonment lawsuit???) They apologized and I waited fie minutes while they moved it all out of the way. They were nice enough to offer me some cleaning supplies to entertain myself while I waited. Ha ha. No thank you.

I was dehydrated so of course before my next stop what better to do then refill my bladder (Spoon does seem to think it is a trampoline when it is full, so I try to oblige). So I stopped at chic-fila for a caffine free diet coke. One of the FEW places that has that . . .God bless them. Ha ha.

My last stop was target where I loaded a crib matress into their tiny shopping cart and tried not to brain anyone with it or knock displays down as I made my way to the cash register. Of course I must admit I did stop in the clothing section and got a few cute things for $5 or less (they had the cutest jean skirt.. . who could resist). Then I played reverse Jenga to get it all in my car (cutting my hand in the process . .. mean hangers).

When I arrived home, Mark was still out so I unloaded my car quickly before the rain started. It took about 5 trips with Bella checking out everything very carefully as it came in just in case there was food involved.

After Mark arrived home (and laughed at all I had done) we headed back out and got the BOB stroller. LOVE it but damn that was our most expensive item, it better last as long as everyone promises.

Now minus the shelf for the baby stuff we have pretty much all of our big items. Thank the lord. It is nice to feel a little more prepared. As if the night could not get any more organized we sat down and figured out how we were going to arrange everything and decided to set it up the following weekend.

Of course it did not continue that way. The next morning we put together the crib, which looks a LOT better when it is put together (yippeee for the $20 garage sale crib) and put the mattress in. It looked pretty good.

Of course once we got it together we realized that it was way bigger than the space we were thinking of putting it in. . . and not only that it was bigger than anywhere we measured. I guess I am prepared with some things but I still have a LOOOONG way to go.

I do need a break now because my whole body ACHES!!!!!

Oh and for those who I have been talking about it too I start hostessing on Monday which should give my body a much needed break. :) Wish me luck!
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