Sunday, August 23, 2009

Hello blog, it's been a long time...

Well, at least it seems like it has been a while since I last sat down to blog. I spend WAY too much time in front of this computer for brownie-goose, so I almost get burnt-out on it. But, shame on me. I have lots of cute pictures of the spit-fire and haven't put them up for anyone to see, that is unless you are my friend on facebook in which they are up there. Not my friend...well, you should be. Hehe.

Here are some pics from dance class. Louisa is really enjoying it, but I think most of all she likes to dress up and look at herself in the mirrors. This coming up week is our last week, but if you are interested, Sara does the classes monthly and you can check out her blog here.

Next month we are starting "Sing and Sign" that is taught by my friend Tori. We are really excited about this one. The kids sing songs and dance and learn to use sign language with it. Louisa is excited about learning to "talk wif my hans." Here is Tori's website for all you girlies in Jackson wanting more info.

Last weekend we went to the Bright Lights, Belhaven Nights street festival. I don't know what it is, but I LOVE a street festival. I mean, the people-watching is superb, and there is just something so fun about seeing families and others out enjoying a good time. Louisa was not so enthoused, however she did enjoy her snow-cone which left a lovely red perma-smile on her face, as well as stained her hands. We went with Tori, Jon and Ella...who for the night moved up in status from Louisa's "bebe sista" to "my bes frend, ever." Too cute.

This next one just cracks me up, she isn't even smiling...but thanks to the remnants of the snow-cone, it sure looks like she is. Hehe.

Now, onto bigger and better (for me) things. My sewing room, the latest reno project happening on Cowan Place. We are combining a small office off the garage with the storage room right next to it by knocking out the wall in between, brining up the floor, putting in a ceiling and adding a door so that you can access it from our den. And soon it will become my very own sewing room. This way, I will no longer have to burden the dining room (which by the way...if anyone ever wondered, I did in fact find my dining room table a few months ago, but lost it again to piles of clean laundy that I am refusing to put away...on another note, Gracie, I still crack up everytime I think of what Tori thought you were asking me if I found that night at dinner),

my breakfast room

or the guest bedroom (no pictures for this one bc of the insane MESS). I will have my own room with shelves to stock my fabric, a large cutting table that is stable and no longer wobbles when I cut, but most of all, my OWN SPACE that is dedicated to nothing but my sewing. I am so excited that I just cannot stand it and think I may sleep there for the first couple of nights. Well, who am I fooling...if brownie-goose keeps up like it has been, I will be sleeping in there. :) So, of course I am going to bore all those readers who really don't care about renovation projects as much as I do with pictures for the next month or so until it is done. Byron so far has done all the work himself including knocking out the wall yesterday, taking out the sheetrock, moving all the "garage items" to his new shed that sits as the first floor of the playhouse mansion in the back yard, etc. But thankfully I believe we are bringing in an electrician to add more power (since we really don't have enough for the square footage of our house and sometimes we steal power from other outlets to add things...yep, I just said that), some heating and air guys to replace the dinosaur unit #2 that only heats/cools the office and den that has really yet to work since we moved in 2 years ago, and the sheetrock, bc let's just face it...sheetrock work is NO fun. So, I am super excited and cannot wait. I picked up a fun paint color, am having Byron put up galvanized tin for the ceiling and all sorts of funky designs that will be inspiring and just fun to spend all my time in! Here are some pics of the process.
The storage room half of the room...

The office part of the room...

The wall between the two is now gone and look at the space, yipee!!! (the dinosaur heating/air unit is on the left side of this first pic, it will be gone adding even more room for a messy sewing room...but remember my motto: "a clean sewing room is an inefficient sewing room." :))

Okay, so now I feel like I have caught up my readers on what has been going on since the last post. Honestly, much of my time has been spent in front of Thelma & Louise (my sewing machine and serger) since brownie-goose has been such a big hit, something that I never could've imagined and am so thankful for and at the same time super flattered by. It looks like today will be another gorgeous day in the Missi-ssi-ppi so, hopefully we can get the bug outside today to run off some of that toddler energy that I wish was contagious. Until the next time...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Joy of Sleep

The title of this post is something that I know nothing of anymore. I think the last time that I can honestly say that I enjoyed sleep was my first trimester of being pregnant with Louisa. When I wasn't working (and since I only worked 3-4 12 hour shifts a week, this was often) I would get up, eat breakfast and then nap. Get up, eat lunch and then maybe get something done around the house, and then nap. You get the point, and Byron was gone for 2 months doing away rotations, so there wasn't anyone in the house to judge me, except the dogs, and Mallard LOVES for someone to take a nap. But, I guess it is a good thing that I slept then, because little did I know what I was going to be in for once the baby came. Not to mention the lovely third trimester when I was big as a house and wasn't able to lay in bed without something hurting.

Enter into my world Louisa Kate, born on March 30, 2007. Hello Lula, goodbye sleep. From day 1, she was not a sleeper. Newborn babies sleep, this child didn't. I didn't know any better though, since it was my first go at it. She also cried all the time, whether you were holding her or not. Oh yeah, she didn't eat either. I mean, nothing was as it was supposed to be, and I just thought that I was just clueless as to how hard babies were. Well, long story short, after numerous people told us, "Oh, don't worry, once she turns 3 months it will all be fine." Then it became, "Well, that 6 month mark is much better" to "9 months should be a good age for her." All those age markers came and went and I still had a child that didn't sleep, cried all the time and didn't eat. Add on the labels of colic (don't even get me started with that), sensory issues, reflux, possible failure to thrive, oh and the ever popular "well, you just had your second baby first." We had all these fancy things to think about that were wrong, but no solutions. None. Byron and I just adapted. I got used to having bags under my eyes, I became okay with a child that didn't want to eat, I just made do with what I had and almost became bitter with other people and their babies that slept, never cried and ate with no problem. I just didn't get it, it wasn't fair.

Well, once the 18 month mark hit and nothing was any different, I decided to put matters in my own hands and have her see a sleep specialist. Long story short (especially for those who have read from the beginning, if not, you can look in archives of last fall for updates) after 2 sleep studies, 1 GI probe and an MRI, we were told what was blatently obvious, our child had a sleep disorder. Genious, right? Basically, she is a nightmare (no pun intended) of a sleeper. Her sleep is so sensitive it is ridiculous I cannot even begin to explain. She has night terrors all night, and she screams out and she sweats and she cries. It is one of the worst things to hear as a mom in the middle of the night, especially knowing that I can't make it go away. It is awful, for all involved. I don't know if I remember the last time I (or Louisa for that matter) slept the entire night through. I am exhausted, and I know that she is and really and truly hope that is why she has such bad behavior sometimes. Today was AWFUL, I mean awful. I don't remember the last time I cried so many times out of frustration and just plain exhaustion. Let me just replay out last night to give some of you a clue into our nights in this house:

7:30 - she goes to bed. Same bedtime ritual as always.
10:15 - nightmare #1, this one isn't so bad, she calms herself down and goes back to sleep
11:30 - she needs to go potty, so we get up and go potty
12:30 - I finally call it a night after sewing
1:15 - nightmare #2, I realize I need to go in there and calm her down, but as soon as I get out of bed and to her door, she falls back asleep
2:30 - she needs to go potty, so we get up and go potty
2:40 - "I don wanna go back seep. I not tired no more, I sept good." Typical Lula behavior
3:35 - nightmare #3, I go in there to calm her down as she is screaming, "No, no, go way!!"
4:25 - nightmare #4, I get out of bed to my door and she falls back asleep
7:30 - she wakes up

So, as you can see...nighttime is NO fun in our house. There is only so much good, quality sleep you can get inbetween those periods of time. And for all that wonder, many of the sleep doctors tell you to sleep on the opposite side of the house from your kids and don't keep a monitor and just let them be. Okay, this is what I have to say about that. 1. We are not buying a new house, and 2. of course, a man would say this...but what kind of Mom is really going to either not be able to hear their child or would be willing to just ignore it? I mean, I know for a fact that I wouldn't sleep just because I would be worried about what was going on in her room, self-induced? Maybe, but you be a Mom to this and tell me what you would do.

As I am writing this I am wondering, I mean, who even cares. Maybe no one does, maybe people are tired about hearing about this. But, it makes me feel better. I needed the vent session. Today was a bad day. I am hoping that we will have a decent night tonight. The sleep deprevation is starting to get to me. I even got full-blown baby fever the other day for the first time. I mean, I was honestly thinking of how great it would be to have another one. But seriously...who the crap am I fooling? Talk about no sleep. I would be up every 2 hours nursing one while I was in the other one's room every other hour chasing away nightmares. And there it is for the night, here it is 10:37 by my computer clock and nightmare #1 is taking place in Lou's nursery. Please, make it all go away.

Just a picture to remind me how stinking cute she is and what a trooper she really is.

Monday, August 3, 2009

"ummmhmm. otay mommy"

This afternoon, as I was trying to explain to Louisa the "rules" of dance class (since she will be starting tomorrow), this is what I ended up with. A child that stripped off her clothes, however leaving her panties on so that I couldn't "see her pribates," and stared out the window and sang while I tried to talk to her. Hmmm. When I was finished explaining how we must listen to the teacher, and do what she says, and pay attention, blah, blah, blah, I asked her what I said, and she said, "ummmmhmmm. Otay Mommy." Not a word, I tell you. Seriously, is there even an attention span there? I mean, my goodness. Or, am I that boring? And by the way, that last question is rhetorical, thank you. Well, all in all, I got some gorgeous pictures. And no, I don't have my camera on me at all times, only blackberry. However, I had just taken a bunch of pics for brownie-goose and still had my camera with me. So, hopefully we will do good in class tomorrow. We have all the accessories. Which reminds me of my Grandmom Kay who once told me a story about going horseback riding when she was a little girl. I was fascinated and asked her if she liked it and she laughed and said, "Oh no dear. I didn't ride the horse. But I sure did look sharp in all my gear." Well, Grandmom Kay, this one is a tribute to you since Lula Kate will be decked out to the max for her dance class. :)