Abby Swims!

Tonight I was preparing J for his bath, which is usually Andrew's job but he's not here tonight, so I don't really have a routine yet. I decided to run the tub first, bring him in his room, get him undressed, and put him in the tub. It all makes perfect sense really-until you throw Abby into the mix-the dog who eats, drinks, laps everything! She wanted to drink the bath water that I had just ran and I could see her from J's room as she continuously tried to jump into the tub to drink the water (she hates the bath mind you). Then the dumb dog tried to get clever and jump to the toilet then into the bathtub, but she only made it as far as the toilet. The lid was up and the 10 pounder fell butt first, right into the toilet. I had to put Julian down on the floor, with no diaper and only a tshirt on, and go rescue the dog. As she tramped around my house wet with toilet water on her hiney I had to bathe J, get him ready for bed, put him back on the floor to play, and then grab Abby and just throw her into J's bath water. I could never be a single parent...especially not a single parent and a dog owner (especially one of Abby's nature). Kudos to all of you who do it. There is a special place for you in heaven.

Dream Interpretation

I had a dream last night that started at the end and worked it's way to the beginning, but that's not the weirdest part.

I was having a steamy make out session (yes, make out only) with my steamy husband and I felt a hair in my throat. I cleared my throat, reached in to pull out what I thought was a hair and instead pulled out one of my necklaces. But then I kept reaching in and pulled out necklace after necklace. Then my dream started working it's way backward to the beginning and it was concluded that I had slept walked and swallowed all my necklaces in my sleep.

It was all very strange. I don't particularly believe in dream interpretation, but I would love to hear what a dream interpretor would have to say about all my suspected insecurities and supposed deep dark secrets with this one. I personally think it stemmed from the most recent Grey's Anatomy in which a girl's father had night terrors and slept walked right off a 2-story balcony. But if you are one of those dream interpretor types, go on and tell me that it was due to a fear of the unknown or a necklace phobia. I'd love to hear your thoughts...seriously.

A-Hunting We Will Go

This past week, A and I headed north to Virginia with the little guy to visit my Aunt and Uncle and so that A could hunt with my cousin, Mike. Traveling is always hectic and exhausting, even when you do absolutely nothing once at your destination (which I am proud to say is exactly what I did!) But when you have a baby, things get worse!

Before Baby: One bag-for both of us.
After Baby: 2 suitcases with extra extra extra clothes (and we still needed to do laundry), 1 diaper bag bursting at the zipper with diapers and wipes, baby food.

Before Baby: Point A to Point B without stopping. No eating, No peeing, No Puking. Just get there.
After Baby: Point A to 50 Miles down the road. Feed, Change Diaper, Wipe Spit up. Repeat every 50 miles.

Before Baby: Cool rock music blaring out the sunroof while passerbys look in awe at our awesomeness.
After Baby: Celine Dion Lullabies and Laurie Berkner Sing-A-Longs with sunroof closed (because the sun is too bright and the wind is too much) while we look at passerbys in jealousy of their cool rock music.

But, we did make it, eventually. After finally arriving (at 9pm), we immediately turned in (I never thought I would ever use the term 'turned in') for the night. The guys got up at 4 am to go hunting (of course waking J on the way out). They did this everyday we were there, and shot nothing. They did see a deer though, but admitted in all their shame that they were scared to shoot it in fear that the 10 year old daughter of a friend they went hunting with would ask them in her thick, southern accent "what'd you do, punch it in the nose? That thing is so small." We didn't leave empty handed though, the guys somehow scored (ahem-probably paid someone off for) some meat which they cut up themselves with a rusty sawzall and a couple of gerber knives. Classy.

And speaking of classy, I can't end this travel post without telling you that while we were there, my 6 year old cousin peed in an empty listerine bottle and left it on the bathroom sink because he "saw it on a tv show and wanted to try it." He was found out before anyway swished it, but imagine if they had........

Baby Spit-Up

J has been a 'spitter' since his first burp out of the womb. Rarely does he eat without spitting up after, but today was different--and scary.

He's been having trouble sleeping again, so I was well rested and happy (with combed hair too!) when he slept a 7 1/2 hour stretch and woke up at 7:30 this morning. I had to feed him right away before the muffin tops exploded and as soon as he was finished he spit-up...blood. I completely panicked and called the Dr. immediately. I was able to get him in right away. He got weighed (16 lbs. 12 oz!) and as I picked him up off the scale he spit up a little more blood on my white shirt (stupid thinking on my part with the white shirt).

The doctor checked him out and told us he was a very healthy baby other than the spit up. He did a 'baby gram' (x-ray) and all looked fine. It was determined that because he spits up so much he may have a tear in his asophogus, which is normal for 'spitters'. He is being treated with baby prevacid, and has been happy ever since.

What a scary ordeal...

J's First Halloween!

J had a successful first halloween as an adorable little Jack-O-Lantern. Successful meaning he wore his costume (read: sweatsuit) for 4 hours without puking or pooping on it. We had less than 75 trick-or-treaters this year (about 1/4 of what we had last year) and hardly any of them dressed up. Let's put some figures in here-1/3 didn't dress up, 1/3 were disney princesses, and the final third were all batman. I am sure one of the 25 batman cuties will never return to this house again, as our 10 pound bumblee dog chased after his cape until A saved the day and tackled the bee halfway to the road where little batman was finally in the safety of his Daddy Batman's arms!