Davis' New Toy....Wordless Wednesday

Mommy and Daddy drink so I can have something to play with......

What?!!?? You're going to take my toy? I don't think so!

I am a happy kid. You don't have to buy me toys. Just take me to Uhaul and I'll play with the boxes. Thanks!

Recap Time!

I had so much fun in Breckenridge, so of course you know I have to show some pictures! (And why is it that now we are home, Davis has become the spawn of Satan? Really?!? He was beyond perfect there!) Okay, moving on...

White water rafting!! This is my top favorite thing to do while we are in Colorado. We went on the Numbers this time and it was amazing. I only almost flipped out maybe twice. They were levels 4 and 5. Bring it on!! I am ready to go work there!


Perfecto! (It was my dad, Michael, and moi)

I decided to throw myself in that pose and not tell them ahead of time.

Super Slide!!! It's suuuuuuper. See, I'm famous here! I'm waving at my fans. Okay, fine. I was just waving at Davis. And notice Michael needed the sissy bar!?

He was actually scared and kept putting the brake on the entire time! Cracked me up!!!

My Daddy-O

On the ski lift to the top of the mountain. I beat Michael going down....of course!

Our last night together. Davis played Spades with us. I think he beat me.

Family picnic. Davis kinda likes his Gramps!

My little monkey

My two favorite men!

So great! I love it there!!!

Okay, I'm done boring you with family pictures now. Don't worry, there are no more....for today that is.

Seat Backs and Tray Tables In Up Right Position

So, as some of you know, we flew for the first time with Davis to Colorado last weekend. It was sooooo much fun, but of course I had a little fear of flying with a baby. I braced myself. I hung in there. I drank a fifth of vodka. (Just kidding. Someone stole it. haha)



I have received many emails and comments asking how it went and if I had any suggestions as far as flying. I don't have many, but I will offer my somewhat hopefully helpful advice. I will put my address for you to send compensation. Thank you.



-Baby Carrier!! I don't know what we would have done without this going through the airport. I try so hard to pack light, but now having my suitcase, along with Davis', and Michael's can be a little challenging. Guess who wore it!?!

That's right :)

-Bring a butt load of diapers on the plane, or you're going to have a butt load of trouble!

-Change of clothes....but that's a no brainer I would assume

-Bring jar food on the plane, but remember it can not be any bigger than 3oz. Got to love the new rules!

-Meditation balls for yourself

-Bottles! Even if you just fed your child when you took off, you need more when you take off and while landing. This will help massively with the ear popping and discomfort. More is better in this case. Place enough formula/milk in a container to make another bottle on plane. Don't worry, your baby won't exit the plane an elephant. They will thank you.

-Morphine drip

-Sitting in the very back of the plane is not a bad thing. We seemed to be in the kid zone which worked out great. We were the last row, which normally would have been awful, but worked out great. We were right next the bathroom and a trash can. Also the engine that we were right next to have a beautiful (LOUD) noise which blocked out any screaming that comes from you or baby.

-Gift Card! Like I said before, you never know what could happen. You're child go all of a sudden become the spawn of Satan, and you may need to reward a innocent bystander with a reward. In our case, Michael and I somehow got separated, and someone was nice enough to give up their seat for us. But honestly, why would you want to sit next to a baby if you don't have to!

-DVDs!! Okay, these were our best friend while on the plane. If your child has the attention span like mine, which can be as short as a match, then you may want to try this. While at home, Davis does not watch TV expect his occasional video. (My Baby Can Read) We popped those glorious babies in Michael's laptop and it was smooth sailing. Even if Davis couldn't hear anything, he didn't care. This kept him busy until it was time to have his next bottle in time for landing. Yes, we were those parents. But hey, others were doing it too. Better than a screaming baby, I say. You think he likes it?

-And last, car seat. If you are renting a car, I say rent a car seat as well. You don't want to have to worry about lugging more around the dreaded airport than you already have to. They aren't expensive either, and it also saves in sanity.

Wordless Wednesday...Colorado

So I haven't (for once) taken many pictures. We've been so busy and are having such a great time.
By the way, the plane ride was beyond perfect!! Shocking :)

My mountain men





My little fishing buddy






I'm having a pow wow. With myself.






And this was just hysterical. Out house races!!






Hope you're having a great week!

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Fear of Flying

Okay, so I don't have a fear of flying, but tomorrow is THE BIG DAY! Tomorrow we fly to Colorado, which means the first time that we have flown with Davis. I am bracing myself. I am hoping, wishing, and praying that if he did so good on our trip to Tulsa, then surely he can handle a two hour plane ride. Right?!? I do know that plane rides are totally different than being in a car. You can't exactly pull the plane over for a break and to stretch your legs. Let the baby air it lungs out so to speak.

So, here are some of my thoughts:

-take over the intercom before the flight attendant makes her announcement, and explain we have a potentially angry baby on board. The exits are at the front and rear of the plane, so please feel free to exit now.

-make sure everyone knows that they can jump out at any time and will be given a parachute. Good luck!

-buy innocent bystanders a shot for having to deal with said screaming baby

-buy myself a shot. Hell, bring a flask ON the plane.

-give Davis Benadryl and cross your fingers it works

-reward the good Samaritans with gift cards and tell them they passed the test

-sing at the top of your lungs. The baby likes it...shouldn't everyone else?

-skip up and down the aisle with baby, saying he has to be in constant motion or he'll go ape crazy!

Okay, okay. These were just thoughts. I may try all of them, you just never know. Since I've never flown, what do you think? Suggestions? I do know that I will be giving Davis a bottle regardless of what time it is when we are taking off. I've heard that it helps with the ear popping. As far as Benadryl, I think I am afraid it may have the opposite effect of him and make him crazy. My luck, I would give it to him and he would be hyper, or better yet, so tired but he can't sleep leaving him cranky. For the most part, I think he'll be fine. I know our biggest concern is him sitting in our lap. He hates sitting in our lap for longer periods of time. Maybe five minutes being the long period! I am praying to all the Gods out there! Let this go smoooothly. Honestly, I was more nervous about the six hour car trip, and that went great for the most part. I think I can, I think I can!

But whatever happens, I want to sit next to THIS GUY!! (www.funnycomments.com)

Where Is Nancy Drew When You Need Her?

Tonight was like any other night at my house. I am cooking dinner and Davis is playing with his new favorite toy that is Tupperware. My child will be the one that plays with the box the toy came in instead of the actual toy. I was actually excited about this meal because it was going to be me and Davis' first real 'meal' together. I was making chicken and ravioli. I'm making the chicken and cleaning things around the kitchen and Davis is still on the floor. By the time the chicken was done, it was still pretty early so I decided to cut it up and leave it on the counter for when I finish cooking everything later. Where I went wrong after I leave the chicken on the cutting board is beyond me. Are you guessing what I'm going to say? Davis and I go back to his room to read books and play for a little bit. No loud noises, nothing weird happens, no one bursts into my house starving. Four books later, I decided to go ahead and start getting the water boiling. Davis is back on the floor and I start scrubbing the cutting board and putting things away. Yes. Did you get that part? I was cleaning the cutting board! What in the world happened to the chicken?!? Being the space cadet that I was being at the moment (shockingly, I don't have these moments too often...maybe) I didn't even realize at first. I'm singing Disney songs to Davis (my new favorite station. Yeah, baby!) and doing my thing, when I go to reach for the chicken. What the hell? It's gone. Like, the chicken had come back to life and decided it didn't want to be eaten by me. I'm standing there in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the counters like it is going to magically appear. To make matters even better, I was on the phone with Michael telling him, oh yeah, I just literally lost my dinner. So I hang up to start looking around. Who looks for their food? Man, am I special! You name it, I looked there. The backyard, even. Why would my dinner have escaped to the backyard is beyond me. The washer, dryer, the cabinets, freezer, oven, even underneath my bed! My poor dog must think I hate him. I pried the poor thing's mouth open to smell his breath thinking he was the culprit. No, I can't blame him. And he's never eaten our food. Well Davis, no basil pesto goodness of chicken tonight. You get some plain ravioli. Not like he noticed. The kid would eat dirt and think it's a great meal! This is worse than when I was pregnant. At least then I would have found my chicken breasts shoved up in a cabinet or something! I am suffering from overly mommy brain times a million apparently.

And still over two hours later, I can not find the freakin chicken. Michael has called several times asking where it turned up. Yeah, um, no. I have no idea where I put it or what happened to it. Who loses food!?! Seriously? If you have Nancy Drew's phone number, or know how to get in touch with Inspector Gadget, please let me know. I'm sure I'll have some wonderful smells coming from somewhere when we get back from Colorado!

Wordless Wednesday...Tulsa

Where Do I FIT In?

First off, I have to say that Davis and I are back from Tulsa! Yesterday was THE LONGEST I have ever driven, not only by myself, but with a baby. I will be waiting for my award in the mail. Thanks.

So while in Tulsa, I decided to attempt to try and find a new pair of shorts. *Note: Flo was visiting and I was so super hormonal. This does not help when trying to shop. Especially for shorts. I should have just tried on bed sheets.* It was a cranky day in the hotel and Davis decided he just wasn't going to sleep. This put us at not going to the aquarium that day. Good times. I was already at my wits end and looking for a number so that I could call in sick. Oh, wait! Silly me. At that moment when steam was flying out of my ears, a shining halo appeared over Michael's head as he told me to go shopping. Gasp! I'm outta here suckers! If only it were that simple.

The same stores I used to shop in just aren't the same anymore. I'm old. I'm an old lady now. And I need to wear ear plugs in some of these stores. Seriously, do I sound like my mother or what? How did I used to like this?!? So I go into my usual stores to try and find shorts. Have you ever noticed that what you are looking for, you can't ever find at the time, but find 100,000 other things you would absolutely love! I could have bought so many cute and adorable summer dresses, but that was not why I went. Uggg! So I am at Dillard's. No go. NY & Co I always have the best luck in. But as of right this second, this very moment, I am not loving the 'boyfriend shorts' and the Bermuda shorts (again?!?) The shorts down to the knees look that are tight bring me back to my New Kids On The Block days when I cut my jeans to make shorts. Neon scrunchy, anyone? The cargo shorts that are that length make me feel like I should be stuffing them with granola bars or something. Personal shopper needed, please!

So, I keep on trucking. I am bloated. Shorts are a bad idea. I can do this!! I go to stores like Charlotte Russe and find some cute shorts that are of course a price I can afford. Oh praise Jesus, they fit!! No, wait. My freaking ass is hanging out practically. This screams beyond inappropriate mom clothes. Being the brilliant person that I am, I decide to try on a swim suit instead. I am smart like that. Still at Charlotte Russe, they had some really cute ones that were on sale. A few years ago, I probably would have worn one of these suits, but hell to the no not today. Who can fit into these bottoms? I swear, only a teenager with the body of a 12 year old boy that is as straight as an arrow. The bottoms only cover one inch....um..but the pattern is cute!

I am walking around the mall having a total pity party for myself. I was oh so tired and just flat out exhausted. When did I get old? Why won't Davis stop crying today? Why is my life so awful? (haha, just kidding!) Then I felt it. Oh my Lord, I am starting to tear up. At the mall. Thankfully I didn't start crying. I decide to suck it up and try one more store. I go to Macy's where I can always find something. I got my last pair of shorts there so surely they will have something for me. Something that fits, style I like, and my butt isn't hanging out. *I still have a butt-thigh, but it's a little different post baby. You know what I'm sayin!*

I get back to the hotel, not only empty handed, but crying now. Man, don't you just love hormones!? Aren't they just a ball of fire fun!? Seriously, doesn't anyone besides me have this problem? You want to shop, but where to go? Certain departments you can fit, but it's too young. Other departments are way too big. Today I am going to defeat those shorts. I will find you and hunt you down.

If only everyday could be a toga party!


**What is a butt-thigh? Your butt is flat is blends into your thigh!

Seen this? I Poo In Blue.....

I had to share this! Okay, so it's not hysterical, but pretty amusing :) Hope you're having a great weekend!

Oh S*@t!

When I say Oh Sh*#!, I literally mean that to it's full terms! So we are still in Tulsa and things are actually going quite well. Davis has been so good and patient. We have been in and out, and in and out of the car some more. He is hanging in there like a champ.

So yesterday, Davis and I went to see my best friend that lives not too far from where we are staying. (Fine, it's over two hours, but I really wanted to see her!) We had fun, though. We had planned to take Davis to a splash pad that is close to her house, but it looked like rain. Hmm....what to do. Ahhh yes, Natural History Museum. Okay, I can honestly tell you I have never been to a natural history museum in my life (doesn't interest me, got to be honest) but this place was actually pretty amazing. It was like a (very) mini version of the Smithsonian with the dinosaurs everywhere. Davis slept through everything. Guess he is like his mom and doesn't like the stuff already. (Poor kid hadn't slept all day and was so fussy. Him sleeping was the plan)

Now I think I know why the little guy wasn't sleeping and was so fussy. Oh Lord have mercy. I had the worst mom moment to date. Like, I want to crawl in a hole and die moment. Well, apparently Davis had explosive, erupting diarrhea and I did not know this. Maybe him whining in the backseat should have been an indication, but I thought he was just wet, and decided to keep on going and get back to the hotel. You're wearing a 12 hour nighttime diaper, little man. You got this! Umm, not so much. We get back to the hotel and I go to get Davis out of the car seat. All is normal. Not until we get on the elevator did I notice what happened. I switched hips to hold Davis and felt the warm nasty mush all over my arm. Oh good Jesus, kid. What did you eat?!? It is coming out of his clothes and all over his WHITE socks. Of course he is wearing all white, right? Well go figure there are about 20 soccer teams staying at the hotel and we aren't the only ones on it. This very sweet lady is talking to me and Davis. Oh he's so cute. I have a 9 month old granddaughter. I am not listening to a word she is saying. All I can think is I so hope she doesn't see what I am trying to cover. Surely she smells something. And she's still talking. Oh...please don't touch him! You may find a not so pleasant gift. If she noticed, she was so kind and didn't make a face. Or vomit on the elevator. Even get off on an earlier floor. Again, what did you eat kid? Wow! I don't know how I didn't notice when I got him out of the car, but obviously I had to get him inside somehow. I'm a mom, what do you expect. Surely this has happened to someone else?! Maybe? Okay, I'll take the trophy for this one. Just another day in the life of mom, right? Always an adventure! :)

We took a trip to the zoo today and had so much fun. I think Davis looooved it!


My monkeys :)
My #1 monkey! He's getting too big!!
Have a great weekend, everyone!

Wordless Wednesday

Vacation life is rough, Mama. Just bring me to the pool everyday. Thanks!



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OK! OK!

Ahhhh....our trip was so great! As great as a five and a half hour trip could be. Davis was beyond amazing! He actually didn't sleep, but I didn't hear a peep out of him! I think the trip was harder on me than him as I started to feel sooo very sleepy! But thankfully I had some great friends that were calling to wish me happy birthday, so that kept me entertained!

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Don't Panic

Okay, everyone. Now calm down. What I am about to tell you may sting a little bit at first, but you'll live. Brace yourself. I think I am going to be MIA for a few days or so. I know. GASP!! How could this be? I know you are asking yourself how you are ever going to make it through these rough few days, but we can do it together.

Michael has to go to Tulsa for work for two weeks, so Davis and I are going to be going with him for a few days. I think if anyone should be bracing themselves, it's me. I have never traveled that far with Davis in the car, let alone by myself. The longest trip we have driven is to Dallas and that takes under two hours. This is going to be glorious (painful, I'm sure) and adventurous (to say the least) five and a half hours to Tulsa. Wow. That thought just made my heart jump. I am crossing my fingers and have been saying silent prayers of strength in my head that the demon spawn doesn't come out in my child on the way there. Lord, grant me the serenity. Yes, we'll of course make stops. And I'm sure plenty of them. I have a hard enough time driving that long to begin with. I'm lame and get so bored that I get tired. Tired and driving don't really mix very well. Red bull?

But the hotel that Michael booked is a suite so Davis will have his own room this time as opposed to sleeping in the bathroom. That's right, I put my son in the bathroom to sleep. It's not like he was in the bathtub or anything, he was in his pack and play, but still. It worked though! Apparently Tulsa has a great zoo and aquarium, so we will be venturing out on our own to go do some things around town. My best friend also lives near by, so I think I will also get to see her as well, which I am super excited about.

So, while I may be having blogging withdrawls and unable to leave you comments, know I am with you in spirit. (haha) Maybe I will use the computer at night if I just can't take it any longer! Gotta see what's going on with my people! I will try and post little things here and there from my phone and let you know if my trip there was bliss or blah!

My Home Tour

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Here is me looking like caca, but you'll get over it :) Enjoy my home tour!

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The Big Question

We've all been there. You start dating someone for a while and get asked when you are going to get engaged. Then you get engaged and all the questions start coming about when the wedding is. You kiss your husband and say "I Do" and of course get hit with when you are going to start having babies. The ring has not even sat on your finger for a long 24 hours yet, but people don't hesitate. So you get engaged, get married, and get pregnant. And I'll be damned if the baby doesn't come out and people ask when you are thinking about trying again. Let me heal, first! The baby has barely even opened up his eyes yet. Within the first month of being home from the hospital with our new little bundle of joy, did this question come up. I was definitely still in the phase that I was NEVER having children again because I just thought I was dying. The constant people at the house and the lack of sleep set me into a whirlwind of postpartum that I didn't talk about to anyone. Me being hormonal was bad enough, but add no sleep into the mix and I thought I was becoming a crazy person!

There are still those days that I think I will never have anymore children. We've all been there, also. Your kid won't stop screaming in your ear or practically slapping you across the face because they are overly tired. In public. That is always the fun one. Especially when you are at the grocery store and actually trying to get something done. Maybe if I get pregnant again, they can just go ahead and start the epidural as soon as possible. This would make pregnant life so much better, don't you think?

I am still saying that I am going to wait until Davis is two years old before we start trying yet. Of course yes, if it happens before then, I will open my arms to the baby and love it fully. I want to try and spend as much one on one time with Davis as possible. Give him my full attention and teach him as much as I can. I am planning on having him in a MDO program when the baby is born, and do the same for the next one.

Plus, to be honest, I am not ready to blow up again. With the heat that we are experiencing here, I don't know how I was pregnant in the summer last year. Holy Toledo! If I were pregnant now, God love my husband, because he would see his big as a house wife eating a tub of ice cream everyday in the kiddie pool! Grandmother's huge old nightgowns would be my best friend.

So, for all of the enquiring minds out there, this mama has her hands full with this little bambino right now. The baby planning and naming our next child will have to remain on hold for just a tad bit longer. Until then, I still get excited every single day when I see Davis and can't wait for all of the upcoming events with him.

Thursday 5...Giddy :)

Happy Happy Thursday!!
Today is a FANTASTIC day..but you'll just have to wait and read my five to find out why..
Wanna play..all you have to do is post 5 things that have made you
Jubilant
Giddy
Excited
Thankful
Stoked

1) In 16 days we will be going to Colorado!! I am so excited. It's our 1st family vacation

2) An old, very wonderful friend of mine is getting married in 2 days and I can't wait to see her walk down the aisle

3) I still get giddy when my husband comes home from work. I usually pounce him with kisses.

4) Getting Davis up in the morning feels like Christmas morning everyday. I can't wait to see him.

5) I am beyond thankful for the amazing family I have. They make me smile and laugh everyday single day.

Wordless Wednesday...Splash Pad

Our very first trip to the splash pad...I think someone liked it! :)













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