I guess there isn't much to say about this. I really just love when my babies are clean and fresh. There aren't many smells that I can think of that are much better than that of a freshly bathed baby. Love them.
I've taken a deep breath, let out some steam, and I have fully recovered from last night's issues. No need to worry; I felt SO much better once I typed out what I wanted to say. Things can't be changed and I've moved on.
In the words of the great Hilary Duff, "So yesterday, so yesterday. Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay?"
Maybe its just me or maybe I've been living under a rock for the past few years. When did it become okay to treat other people like crap for something they can't help? When did it become acceptable to use harsh language towards a person who is stuck in a spot that they can't change?
I have been nothing but nice and helpful throughout the situation. I've taken time to carefully compose well thought out responses and been sympathetic to the situation, but I've signed a legally binding contract that I can't change. What makes you think that because you're plans have changed that I can magically change the terms of a contract that I signed six months ago? I can't. And now I know I for sure won't.
You are now absolutely and positively out of luck. And I'm out of patience.
Can you believe that this was how big my Reagan was two days after she was born? Such a tiny peanut. Well, at the time she didn't seem so tiny as she was born weighing just shy of 9 pounds. But now? She is this wonderful, growing ball of girl and I couldn't be happier.
Reagan and I have finally gotten on the same page about sleep and thank goodness for that. For the past 2ish weeks, she's taken two 2hr naps during the day and then will sleep pretty solidly from 8pm until 7:30ish in the morning. Hallelujah! We tested a few different things to see what affected her sleep and it seems that she might have just been cold while she was sleeping. Reagan is now outfitted with some super cute feetie jammies (!), her fan has been adjusted to the medium setting, and things have been much better round these parts.
I think another thing that helped Reagan with her sleep is that she is now a champ at finding binks and putting them in her mouth on her own. I don't have to sneak in her room to carefully plug her sweet screaming mouth anymore because she can do it solo.That was another hallelujah moment this month!
Although you could never tell by looking at her, Reagan is a chunker. I am seriously not able to get the food in her mouth fast enough. What took Luke nearly an hour to eat at this age takes Reagan a mere 5 minutes. This girl inhales food like its nobody's business. Keith and I frequently just stare at her in awe after she finishes eating. Did she really just finish all of that that fast?
Reagan has also become a very adept army crawler. I have to keep a very close eye on her because in the blink of an eye she can escape to another room in the house. The serious baby proofing has begun again in the the Waltemeyer household. She also has a very sneaky, sassy personality which in combination with her quickness makes for the need to constant supervision.
Reagan is slowly becoming more smiley. She's laughing more often and seems like she might actually be enjoying her life now. Maybe its because she's sleeping better, maybe its because she's able to physically do more, maybe its just because she's realizing she now runs our house. Who knows? Any way I look at it, I'm happy that she's happy.
Who knew that learning how to sew requires you to also learn a new and foreign language? Selvedge, bias, understitch, topstitch, overcast, nap, allowances. In my world, a nap is the glorious two hours in the afternoon when both kids are peacefully sleeping and allowance is the money I wanted to earn doing chores growing up. Not so in the world of sewing.
I've learned my first sewing lesson in my quest to improve my skills and it was a tough one to digest: sewing patterns are by NO means the size that I am in real life. They run much much smaller. This post-baby body just took another hit in the self-esteem department. Oy.
Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to learn how to sew and really sew well. I would draw various ideas of things I wanted to create; in fact, I still have notebooks full of drawings and designs from elementary school. Keith even gave me a really nice sewing machine a few years ago for Christmas and I'm sad to say that it has sat primarily gathering dust because I'm not quite sure what to do with it.
I've gotten really good at sewing a straight line and I know very very basic things I can do with it, but I want to learn more. I've recently really started researching sewing online and have even found a program through Mesa Community College where I could get my Associate's Degree in Fashion Design. Do I think that I want to move to New York and start some grand career in design? No (well, not really). I would really like to make clothes for Reagan and maybe even myself.
To do this, I need to learn. Until I can gather up the money to go to school (Luke and Reagan's mom goes to college), I'm going to keep researching through the internet and practicing through trial and error. I just finished making Luke his own double-sided apron (blog post plus pictures to follow) and I think I've found my next project: a cute dress for Reagan (the yellow bubble one...but not in yellow). Wish me luck!
We've had quite the jam-packed, fun-filled weekend over in these parts. It started yesterday with Brittany's bridal shower that I was lucky enough to photograph and then the bebes and I trekked out to the Natzke's to celebrate Miss Paisley's first birthday. Today we were able to attend Mass at the new church for the very first time and rounded out the weekend celebrating Owen's second birthday. We had an absolutely wonderful time and we were super blessed to get spend a weekend with such amazing friends.
There is one thing that became painfully clear though; Luke needs to get out more. Well, the kids and I all really need to get out more. Luke gets very quiet and won't leave my side when we go somewhere new and today he freaked out (I mean, screaming, crying, and shaking) multiple times when some kids he didn't know walked past him. He was clutching onto Keith and refused to let go. Poor guy. Part of me just wanted him to toughen up, but really I just wish he could've been more comfortable.
So. I now have a goal for myself and the kiddos to make it out at least once a week to a place that isn't someone else's home. I need to get him exposed to other kids and adults and I think this might be a way to start that process. We definitely need to get out more often. My other issue is that I need to find places that are either free or relatively cheap to take us to. Any suggestions? Hopefully Luke, Reagan, and I will find somewhere to go soon!
Dave Ramsey and I have a very volatile love/hate relationship going at the moment. For those who might never have heard of Dave before (lucky you!), he's a self-made financial guru who helps people to get out of debt and be debt-free. As I've mentioned before, Keith and I are cheap. Penny-pinching, frugal, cheap. There's no way around that. Now that we have Dave in our lives, things are even more tight.
See, Dave's motto is "Live like no one else now, so you can LIVE like no one else later." Basically, save, scrimp, and plan now so that by the time we hit retirement age, we're set and can do whatever we like. Travel? Yes. Buy stuff? Sure. Not have to worry about how to pay for things when neither of us are working? Absolutely. But my issue is this: Do I want to look back in twenty years when we are financially "free" and say, "Well I'm glad we got here, but boy! Those last twenty years sucked!" ? I don't think so.
I think right now Keith and I need to find a relatively happy medium with our relationship with Dave. I do have to say that things have gotten remarkably better since Dave made his initial appearance, but it's still a work in progress. Sometimes it feels like I'm married to Keith and Dave. And last time I checked, Keith is the only one I agreed to spend the rest of my life with.
Luke has been making much more of an effort to speak instead of grunt and point when he wants something, and as most kids this age, most of what he says seems to be a foreign language. Luckily for you, Keith and I have become expert Luke-Language translators. I feel I need to provide a brief guide to come of Luke's most popular words and phrases so that should you run into our little giant, you might have some clue as to what he's saying. Enjoy.
shoop: swim suit
cah wide: car ride (Let's go Mom!)
pi-ees: piggies (aka toes)
twapped: trapped (locked in his room)
Someday my sweet girl will be ready to head off to her first day of school, ready to give her teachers a run for their money. Someday my sweet girl will move on to high school and heaven help us all when that day happens. Someday my sweet girl will graduate and move on to college or some other higher form of education where she will get the chance to grow and be even more of an independent spirit than she is now. Someday my sweet girl will meet the man of her dreams, fall in love, and get to marry her best friend. Someday my sweet girl might have a sweet girl of her own.
But for tonight, she is just my sweet girl who slept peacefully in my arms and let me hold her.
Keith and I were married on November 28, 2003 after dating for six years...geez, that's a long time! We love hanging out with each other, our families, and our friends. Life keeps us busy and we wouldn't have it any other way.
Luke Tomas was born April 15, 2008 and is such a joy. He has been such an easy baby so far and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it lasts. We feel so blessed to have him in our lives and we can't wait to make so many memories with our sweet boy.
Reagan Rose was born January 21, 2010 and has been such an amazing addition to our family. She has a flair for the dramatic and already adores her big brother. We're excited to see how she continues to keep things interesting!