Do You Hear the People Sing
Castle On A Cloud
I'll Be Home For Christmas
White Christmas
Silent Night
The Spirit of God
How Firm A Foundation
The Ants Go Marching
...Whatever works, right?
Monday, October 6, 2014
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Baby hiccups
Baby hiccups are super cute when your baby is in your belly and you can feel her jump with each hiccup.
Baby hiccups are not cute when you FINALLY get your child down to sleep and she gets hiccups, which wake her up.
Baby hiccups are not cute when you FINALLY get your child down to sleep and she gets hiccups, which wake her up.
As if things couldn't have gotten any worse this past week, Ander came down with a COLD! Of all the times to be sick with a cold!! Curse Wells Fargo and the stupid dirty money he handles all day. Granted, Ander has a weaker immune system than I do, he always has. He had spinal meningitis when he was a baby and it wreaked havoc on his immune system.
Anyway.
Today is Saturday, and Ander had to work from 8:45 to 2:15. Poor guy. He already has this cold, then he barely got any sleep last night between me being up with Charlotte and him being sick. Then today after work he had promised a brother from our ward that he would help him move a few pieces of furniture BEFORE he came down with this cold, so he didn't feel like he could back out.
Before I continue with this post I must step on my soapbox for a moment:
This isn't just Mormons, but most of the people I've dealt with that do this have been members. They say, "I need help moving," in Elder's Quorum or Relief Society, and people are always looking for a way to serve, right?? Then we show up at said person's home to help them move, when really what they meant was, "I need help packing, loading, unloading, and cleaning." There is a fine line between asking for help and taking advantage of other people's willingness to serve. This is what happened to Ander today. This brother said he needed help moving a few pieces of furniture, and when Ander got there it turned into a full blown move. I wish people would just be honest and say what they really need help with... or better yet, be better prepared with the packing a whatnot. I know it's hard, moving sucks. But it also sucks to show up thinking you're going to move a few pieces of furniture and having to move an entire apartment instead.
Okay. I've come down off of my soapbox for now.
Ander was gone for two and a half hours with a small amount of food in him and a cold to boot, running on about three and a half hours of sleep. I couldn't help it... I did not have very Christlike thoughts towards this person that had asked Ander for help. I'm repenting for it now.
I told Ander he needed to eat something and go to bed. So much for the Priesthood session... I think this is the first time he has missed it in all of our years of marriage. I insisted he go to bed though, I need him to get better. I'm terrified of him touching Charlotte unless he absolutely has to because I DON'T want a sick baby.
Now here is the real reason for this post: (I promise I did not mean to just rant the entire time)
SHOUTOUT TO SINGLE MOTHERS WHO RAISE CHILDREN ALONE
How in the WORLD do they do this?? I have basically been taking care of Charlotte by myself all day long with no help whatsoever, plus I've had to pump every three hours to keep my milk moving so I don't get mastitis again. I am exhausted and wired at the same time. I really feel for single mothers and the fact that they have to do this all alone, all day long every day. I honestly don't know how they do it. I mean, I guess you just do it. You don't really have a choice, do you? Hopefully you have family around to help you, but if not... goodness. I remember hearing a quote in a Sacrament meeting talk that said, "How much does the world weigh? Ask a single mother." I have SO much more respect for single mothers now than I ever did before. This mom roll is hard, but at least I have a husband who helps me out (when he isn't sick) and a ward full of people who are willing to come over and help me when I need it. How do single mothers do this when they don't have either of those things?
I've been thinking about this all day long. There's a single mom who lives across from us and she has three kids already, and just barely had a baby right around the same time I did. Three kiddos plus a newborn. I will keep her in my thoughts and prayers more often these days.
Anyway.
Today is Saturday, and Ander had to work from 8:45 to 2:15. Poor guy. He already has this cold, then he barely got any sleep last night between me being up with Charlotte and him being sick. Then today after work he had promised a brother from our ward that he would help him move a few pieces of furniture BEFORE he came down with this cold, so he didn't feel like he could back out.
Before I continue with this post I must step on my soapbox for a moment:
This isn't just Mormons, but most of the people I've dealt with that do this have been members. They say, "I need help moving," in Elder's Quorum or Relief Society, and people are always looking for a way to serve, right?? Then we show up at said person's home to help them move, when really what they meant was, "I need help packing, loading, unloading, and cleaning." There is a fine line between asking for help and taking advantage of other people's willingness to serve. This is what happened to Ander today. This brother said he needed help moving a few pieces of furniture, and when Ander got there it turned into a full blown move. I wish people would just be honest and say what they really need help with... or better yet, be better prepared with the packing a whatnot. I know it's hard, moving sucks. But it also sucks to show up thinking you're going to move a few pieces of furniture and having to move an entire apartment instead.
Okay. I've come down off of my soapbox for now.
Ander was gone for two and a half hours with a small amount of food in him and a cold to boot, running on about three and a half hours of sleep. I couldn't help it... I did not have very Christlike thoughts towards this person that had asked Ander for help. I'm repenting for it now.
I told Ander he needed to eat something and go to bed. So much for the Priesthood session... I think this is the first time he has missed it in all of our years of marriage. I insisted he go to bed though, I need him to get better. I'm terrified of him touching Charlotte unless he absolutely has to because I DON'T want a sick baby.
Now here is the real reason for this post: (I promise I did not mean to just rant the entire time)
SHOUTOUT TO SINGLE MOTHERS WHO RAISE CHILDREN ALONE
How in the WORLD do they do this?? I have basically been taking care of Charlotte by myself all day long with no help whatsoever, plus I've had to pump every three hours to keep my milk moving so I don't get mastitis again. I am exhausted and wired at the same time. I really feel for single mothers and the fact that they have to do this all alone, all day long every day. I honestly don't know how they do it. I mean, I guess you just do it. You don't really have a choice, do you? Hopefully you have family around to help you, but if not... goodness. I remember hearing a quote in a Sacrament meeting talk that said, "How much does the world weigh? Ask a single mother." I have SO much more respect for single mothers now than I ever did before. This mom roll is hard, but at least I have a husband who helps me out (when he isn't sick) and a ward full of people who are willing to come over and help me when I need it. How do single mothers do this when they don't have either of those things?
I've been thinking about this all day long. There's a single mom who lives across from us and she has three kids already, and just barely had a baby right around the same time I did. Three kiddos plus a newborn. I will keep her in my thoughts and prayers more often these days.
My baby smiles at things I can't see
This is a video I took of some tummy time. The cutest part is at the end. She's beginning to coo a little, and it's adorable.
In other news, Charlotte smiled at me today. I mean, legitimately smiled at me! It was such a heavenly little moment! It's so interesting because sometimes she looks at random corners of the room and smiles, and I always ask her, "Who's there? Who do you see?" I truly believe that our loved ones that we've lost are all around us, and that when she smiles at a random corner of the room she's smiling at someone that I can't see. I don't know who it is. I don't know if it's my grandma Barbara, my grandpa Leonard, my Aunt Trisha, or maybe even my grandma Grace who I never met, but I know she sees someone. I mean, she was just with them all up there, wasn't she? I know in my heart they all had a hand in preparing her to come here to us. So I don't mind if she smiles at a corner of the room... but I am very honored that she smiled directly at me today.
Just two weeks after getting these little earmuffs put on, Charlotte's ear is looking pretty awesome!
This is before. It's not the greatest pic, but I'm sure you've seen her floppy ear in other pictures on here.
Halfway there! Plus she's rocking a pretty killer haircut so the adhesive doesn't get in her hair. The doctor says she's coming along nicely and she is a great candidate for this. Honestly, I think we're some of the first people to have this done on their little one here in Austin. Her ear looks a little red because the mold rubbed it a little in one area, but the doctor put bigger molds on this time, so that shouldn't be a problem anymore.
Charlotte screamed and screamed while they were reapplying her earmuffs, and it was so hard to sit and listen to because there was nothing either of us could do, but I will take the screaming now rather than when she first starts middle school and hates her ears and cries because she's embarrassed. She won't remember any of this, thankfully. A huge thank you to Dr. Cone and his staff at Wellspring Plastic Surgery!!
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