Rihanna at the 2010 AMA's in Elie Saab Fall 2010 Haute Couture. Need I say more?
image sources: upscalehype.com
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Rihanna at the 2010 AMA's Red Elie Saab Fall 2010 Couture Dress
Rihanna at the 2010 AMA's in Elie Saab Fall 2010 Haute Couture. Need I say more?
image sources: upscalehype.com
Monday, November 29, 2010
Premature Apology ...
Because this is going to be SUCH a proud mommy post. And by "proud" I mean "I think everything my son does is adorable, even ridiculous things like blinking his eyes" post. I'm pretty sure this will only be amusing to myself, the Mister, little man's grandparents, Ginny, who is one of my best friends that lives in Taiwan and is one of C's honorary aunts and possibly those of you that are so bored at work your eyes have started to cross. So, if you fit any of those categories of people, here's what we've been doing today ...
Please excuse my ridiculous baby speak. It can't be stopped believe me, I've tried. And his mommy's giant arm. It's not the best camera angle.
Man I love this little guy.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Giving Thanks ...
For this little guy ...
Mommy's little turkey.
I hope y'all had a BLESSED Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Alive or Dead?
Well it's obvious I completely forgot about updating my blog unless something super interesting comes up. I'm the type of person that like writing or anything, so I prefer to “vlog”. The problem with that is, I tend to look shit most of the days in my dorm so I prefer not to scare you guys with a video of me looking like a cave woman in her natural habitat in which she called her dorm room.
my blue geo angel circle lenses, they're darker than i thought...
The lovely Brendan Woo creeping on my. silly boy.
me volunteering for the open house of waterloo :) yay don't i look so happy in the freaking cold holding that sign?
haha the mess in the back is actually my roommate, Marikas. (L)
Anyways, my point is, I can no long spend so much time on the times I love. I can't make regular monthly videos, I can’t update my blog, and I can’t do my dailybooth.
I can’t have an online life!
But I’m sure you guys don’t want to hear me complain all day, so here is brief news about what has happened to me since… well since that last post about me being a Youtube partner~!
Okkayyyy lets list em’
- got a boyfriend
- passed high school
- accepted to Waterloo University
- turned 18
- got a job
- got circle lenses
- moved into a double dorm room with a stranger (yes you, marika~!)
- made a birthday video for Brendan (boyfriend)
- MET SHIMMYCOCOPUFFSSSS
- starting to fail Uni
- got into serious talks with boyfriend (by serious talks i mean arguments that most long distance relationships have)
- got to know my floor mates
- watched harry potter (YES EPIC)
- never slept before 3
- always late for chem lab
- never attended bio130 lec since midterm!
- lost the job
do you see the downward trend here? i am still alive, but slowly dying in uni..... anyways here are some photos i was able to fish up from the database known as my laptop hard drive. (i said fish up because i'm in zoology lec listening about fish... ok not listening because i'm typing this but yea..)
my blue geo angel circle lenses, they're darker than i thought...
The lovely Brendan Woo creeping on my. silly boy.
me volunteering for the open house of waterloo :) yay don't i look so happy in the freaking cold holding that sign?
my work involved putting car parts on to the wielding machines.... i worked for c
ami automotive! good pay too. sadly i couldn't work sufficient hours thus they fired me. it's not my fault i'm a full time students with lots of exams and labs!
wtf, my prof just played a video of a shark jumping out of the water..........
anyways. this post has been sufficiently long enough and i spent well over an hour to write this because stupid blogger kept on crashin' on me! gahhh :(.
hope to see more updates from me soon guys! including some tips and even examples of assignments labs and other resources to survive science courses in waterloo. Even if you don't go to this university it'll still help i guess hehe.
looooove, lily.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Big Brother ...
A lot of you have asked how Koda is doing in his new role as big brother. Well, I thought I'd show you ...
{First meeting after Koda came home from staying at his Memaw and Pepaw's house while we were in the hospital.}
{Koda in his "it's a boy" bandana.}
{All my boys, snugglin'.}
{I actually caught a smile. Priceless.}
And there you have it. He loves him. He sleeps next to his pack and play and sniffs him anytime he gets the chance. And I love it. My sweet sweet boys.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Contrary to Popular Belief ...
I AM alive! HELLO all my sweet SWEET readers! I am SO sorry for the hiatus, however I'm sure you understand we've been a LITTLE busy :0) So, I guess it's safe to say you are all new fans of the Mister. I'm a lucky girl aren't I? And let me tell you I never realized how lucky I was until we experienced what the Mister described for you in the last post. I have never. In my life. Felt so loved, cared for, safe and supported by a single person like I did having my husband by my side through the birth of our son. I will say that I fell in love with my husband all over again and even more so than I ever thought possible during and after this experience. To have a man watch you go through all that a c-section involves (and I will leave out all the details but all you mommas that have been through it know what I'm talking about, let's just say all modesty goes out the window and there's a lot of you, your husband and a random nurse with constant crotch and giant white hiney exposure) as well as the road to recovery after all the while trying to figure out how to do this "new momma thing" and tell you you are beautiful and how incredible he thinks you are while continuely uplifting and encouraging is a blessing beyond measure. And God has blessed me beyond measure. In so many ways.
I could go on and on in regards to the awesomeness that is my husband but I will stop because I'm probably embarassing him. Plus I want to get on to what you all want to see. And what is that? PICTURES! I will start with pictures from the big day. The day we met our little 6 lb 14 oz bundle of darling joy. The day I experienced a love like I would never understand until it happened to me. People tell you "You don't know what love is until you see your child." and you can't understand that until you do just that. Until you see him. And hear his precious cry. And see the face that you've waited 9 months to see. It's an immediate, overwhelming, terrifying love that overtakes you with such force that you know you would slay a bear to protect them, walk through fire to get to them and do anything within your power to keep them from ever having their heart broken or being hurt by anyone in their life. And I know this feeling will last for the rest of my life and thank the Lord for the blessing that is our son.
So, onto the pictures. I have a lot to catch you up on so like I said, here are the ones from the day our lives were forever changed. November 5, 2010.
{here we go!}
{love.}
{sweet feet on daddy's chest.}
{holding hands.}
{proud daddy introducing his boy.}
{Caleb's fan club.}
{C's uncles minus Will.}
{C's aunties.}
{Pops with his grandson.}
I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed reliving it!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Boxes of Love
This weekend, I had the blessed opportunity to volunteer for Boxes of Love. Boxes of Love is a wonderful ministry that is part of Here's Life Inner City Ministry that helps provide food for the less fortunate during the Thanksgiving season. I went on Saturday with a couple members of the small group I attend and had a blast. I was on television (lol, the girl with the blond buzzcut), but I can't wait to do it again next year. Here's the link to the video and some more info about Boxes of Love below:
NY 1 News:
http://queens.ny1.com/content/top_stories/129320/urban-ministry-s-volunteers-pack-boxes-of-food-for-needy
Here's Life Inner City:
http://hlicnyc.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=128164
NY 1 News:
http://queens.ny1.com/content/top_stories/129320/urban-ministry-s-volunteers-pack-boxes-of-food-for-needy
Here's Life Inner City:
http://hlicnyc.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=128164
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Another Dental Rant!
I'd also like to address another rant I found linked to this one: Why I Hate the Dentist.
They address the fact that there are always new hygenists when they go in. Unfortunately this isn't neccessarily the hygenists' fault. It's a bad market for us right now, and it's hard to find a full-time job. Most hygenists I know would like to find an office that treats them well and gives them full time. If they found this they'd have no problem working and seeing the same patients all the time. We prefer to get to know patients so we can really work with you to get your teeth and gums into the best shape possible.
This person basically knows what they're talking about when it comes to brushing: "Here is the thing - you have to properly brush at your gum line to get rid of dental plaque, but if you brush too hard, and for too long, your gums may recede. If you don't brush enough, plaque will build up, and cause your gums to recede. It is one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't things."
I tell my clients all the time that it's a Catch-22; You need to brush the gumlines, but not too hard. Brushing too hard does cause recession which can increase tooth sensitivity. Not brushing enough or missing the gumlines won't cause recession, but gum disease, which causes gum sensitivity. It does take practice.
Here is a basic idea: brushing should take about 2 minutes. To avoid brushing too hard try holding the toothbrush between your thumb and 2 fingers only. Place the toothbrush right along the gumline at a 45 degree angle into the gums. For about 10 seconds do small, light circles along the gums, and then sweep the plaque away. If you are using an electric toothbrush all you need to do is place the brush head on your tooth surface along the gums, and then angle in/out of the "cracks" between teeth. You only need a light touch, as the toothbrush does the work for you.
And as for the fact that their dentist may have done a root canal to address a sensitivity issue... Most dentists will recommend some sort of sensitivity toothpaste first, and only do root canals in cases where decay is very deep to the nerve, there is severe pain, or an abcess/pus present visually in the mouth or on an x-ray. As for the filling/crown issue it's a problem of how much tooth structure is left in the tooth. If there is a very large filling in the tooth (more filling than actual tooth structure left) a crown will be suggested because at one point this tooth WILL crack. Yes, we do like to preserve as much tooth structure as possible, but a too-large filling isn't recommended. However, your dentist should work with you to address any money concerns (eg, can only afford a filling not a crown) and prioritize what needs to be done first. If you feel that your dentist is over-prescribing then get a new dentist, one that comes recommended by others.
If you feel you are being treated unfairly... say something. Hopefully your dentist/hygenist care enough to address your needs. If not, find some that do.
They address the fact that there are always new hygenists when they go in. Unfortunately this isn't neccessarily the hygenists' fault. It's a bad market for us right now, and it's hard to find a full-time job. Most hygenists I know would like to find an office that treats them well and gives them full time. If they found this they'd have no problem working and seeing the same patients all the time. We prefer to get to know patients so we can really work with you to get your teeth and gums into the best shape possible.
This person basically knows what they're talking about when it comes to brushing: "Here is the thing - you have to properly brush at your gum line to get rid of dental plaque, but if you brush too hard, and for too long, your gums may recede. If you don't brush enough, plaque will build up, and cause your gums to recede. It is one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't things."
I tell my clients all the time that it's a Catch-22; You need to brush the gumlines, but not too hard. Brushing too hard does cause recession which can increase tooth sensitivity. Not brushing enough or missing the gumlines won't cause recession, but gum disease, which causes gum sensitivity. It does take practice.
Here is a basic idea: brushing should take about 2 minutes. To avoid brushing too hard try holding the toothbrush between your thumb and 2 fingers only. Place the toothbrush right along the gumline at a 45 degree angle into the gums. For about 10 seconds do small, light circles along the gums, and then sweep the plaque away. If you are using an electric toothbrush all you need to do is place the brush head on your tooth surface along the gums, and then angle in/out of the "cracks" between teeth. You only need a light touch, as the toothbrush does the work for you.
And as for the fact that their dentist may have done a root canal to address a sensitivity issue... Most dentists will recommend some sort of sensitivity toothpaste first, and only do root canals in cases where decay is very deep to the nerve, there is severe pain, or an abcess/pus present visually in the mouth or on an x-ray. As for the filling/crown issue it's a problem of how much tooth structure is left in the tooth. If there is a very large filling in the tooth (more filling than actual tooth structure left) a crown will be suggested because at one point this tooth WILL crack. Yes, we do like to preserve as much tooth structure as possible, but a too-large filling isn't recommended. However, your dentist should work with you to address any money concerns (eg, can only afford a filling not a crown) and prioritize what needs to be done first. If you feel that your dentist is over-prescribing then get a new dentist, one that comes recommended by others.
If you feel you are being treated unfairly... say something. Hopefully your dentist/hygenist care enough to address your needs. If not, find some that do.
Dental Hygenists - The Ugly Truth
Wow. I have come across the BEST rant about dental hygenists: Dental Hygenists - The Ugly Truth. (Oh, sorry, they claim it's "not" a rant.)
It's basically a person going off about how hygenists have barely any schooling, "A 7-year old can learn the same amount of information from reading a Sesame Street book on dental hygiene," but act like they know everything because they have big egos. Hygenists clearly don't claim to have as much schooling as doctors, but depending on the state/province we have 2-3 years of schooling that involves microbiology, pharmacology, radiography, and local anaesthesia to name a few.
Then the person starts talking about getting conflicting information on how stiff or soft their gums are. Well, sorry to tell them, at least in Canada there isn't a "gum stiffness" score. The measurements we do on gums are the amount of recession and probing depths, to determine whether or not they have gum disease, what kind and to what severity.
I understand that people don't like to be lectured, and some hygenists probably go about it the wrong way, but personally, when I teach my patients the best way to brush and floss it's because I want them to have healthy gums in able to keep their teeth as long as possible, ideally for life. If I do it, it's because there are visible signs in their mouth, either large amounts of plaque that aren't getting brushed or flossed away, or swollen, bleeding gums. And actually, NO, the majority of the population don't know how to brush their teeth properly, or haven't been taught yet, or I wouldn't try to help. Getting defensive isn't going to heal your gums.
Perhaps other hygenists bluff answers to your questions, but I encourage my patients to ask questions, and if I don't have the answer I'll ask the dentist and find out for them. Sometimes there isn't an exact answer to give, so I'll give one or two explainations for a problem.
I agree that a trip to the dentist should be a pleasant experience. And we do aim for it to be as painless as possible. If it hurts to get your teeth cleaned it's probably because there has been plaque sitting on the gums causing inflammation. And these inflammed gums are more prone to bleeding. The cleaner your teeth are the less it will hurt next time. This is another reason I like to demonstrate brushing/flossing technique... So cleanings are more comfortable to the patient. (And for severe cases we do offer freezing. )
It does help to be a "people person" as a hygenist... and I try to bond with the patient as well as possible, learn their individual needs, and address them. I'm always telling my clients that this is a team effort, I'll clean their teeth when they come in, answer any questions, keep them posted how their gums are doing, and show them how to clean them at home the best way possible. Then it's up to the patient what they want to do with the info.
If you feel you are being treated badly to your hygenist say something. And never be afraid to ask questions.
It's basically a person going off about how hygenists have barely any schooling, "A 7-year old can learn the same amount of information from reading a Sesame Street book on dental hygiene," but act like they know everything because they have big egos. Hygenists clearly don't claim to have as much schooling as doctors, but depending on the state/province we have 2-3 years of schooling that involves microbiology, pharmacology, radiography, and local anaesthesia to name a few.
Then the person starts talking about getting conflicting information on how stiff or soft their gums are. Well, sorry to tell them, at least in Canada there isn't a "gum stiffness" score. The measurements we do on gums are the amount of recession and probing depths, to determine whether or not they have gum disease, what kind and to what severity.
I understand that people don't like to be lectured, and some hygenists probably go about it the wrong way, but personally, when I teach my patients the best way to brush and floss it's because I want them to have healthy gums in able to keep their teeth as long as possible, ideally for life. If I do it, it's because there are visible signs in their mouth, either large amounts of plaque that aren't getting brushed or flossed away, or swollen, bleeding gums. And actually, NO, the majority of the population don't know how to brush their teeth properly, or haven't been taught yet, or I wouldn't try to help. Getting defensive isn't going to heal your gums.
Perhaps other hygenists bluff answers to your questions, but I encourage my patients to ask questions, and if I don't have the answer I'll ask the dentist and find out for them. Sometimes there isn't an exact answer to give, so I'll give one or two explainations for a problem.
I agree that a trip to the dentist should be a pleasant experience. And we do aim for it to be as painless as possible. If it hurts to get your teeth cleaned it's probably because there has been plaque sitting on the gums causing inflammation. And these inflammed gums are more prone to bleeding. The cleaner your teeth are the less it will hurt next time. This is another reason I like to demonstrate brushing/flossing technique... So cleanings are more comfortable to the patient. (And for severe cases we do offer freezing. )
It does help to be a "people person" as a hygenist... and I try to bond with the patient as well as possible, learn their individual needs, and address them. I'm always telling my clients that this is a team effort, I'll clean their teeth when they come in, answer any questions, keep them posted how their gums are doing, and show them how to clean them at home the best way possible. Then it's up to the patient what they want to do with the info.
If you feel you are being treated badly to your hygenist say something. And never be afraid to ask questions.
Friday, November 19, 2010
New Lizard Species Discovered... to be Delicious?
All you science geeks like myself should enjoy this one:
A new, all-female species of lizards (named Leiolepis ngovantrii) has been discovered by scientists in Vietnam.
All-female you ask? Well how does that one work? Well, the little babies are clones of their mothers, a not-unheard of trait in lizards, apparently.
A scientist at the Vietnam Academy of Science and Technology discovered the creatures while visiting a small village and asked a restaurant owner to keep them safe until he came back with two American colleges.
Well, what did the buffet owner do? Got drunk and fried them up for his customers!
Luckily, when they returned the locals, who had known about the lizards for years, helped the scientist wrangle up a few more.
For the full story visit CNN.
A new, all-female species of lizards (named Leiolepis ngovantrii) has been discovered by scientists in Vietnam.
All-female you ask? Well how does that one work? Well, the little babies are clones of their mothers, a not-unheard of trait in lizards, apparently.
A scientist at the Vietnam Academy of Science and Technology discovered the creatures while visiting a small village and asked a restaurant owner to keep them safe until he came back with two American colleges.
Well, what did the buffet owner do? Got drunk and fried them up for his customers!
Luckily, when they returned the locals, who had known about the lizards for years, helped the scientist wrangle up a few more.
For the full story visit CNN.
Kat Dennings- Indie Cool
image source: flaunt.com
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Hitler Reacts to Being Banned from The Roxy
I was literally laughing out loud at this video... oh coat check!
Liya Kebede & Waris Dirie for H&M Winter 2010
I love this picture, I also brought this dress this weekend. For what? Don't know yet, it was only $19.95! Love it!image source: hautefashionafrica.com
With Robert Pattinson Head to Honeymoon Spot
Robert Pattinson & Kristen Stewart Head to Honeymoon Spot
Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart
Kristen Stewart take off while we tour their honeymoon suite...
Fans lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart leaving their hotel on Monday shared the video on YouTube for all fans to enjoy. After filming a kissing scene Monday in Brazil for Breaking Dawn, the two took off in a helicopter to reach the secluded honeymoon spot, which in the book is a Cullen family property on the fictional Isle Esmee. In real life, it's reportedly this private house that is available to rent, complete with it's own private beach. The six-room suite is fully furnished, so this could be the bed where Bella and Edward finally get intimate!
There're some set photos from Breaking Dawn where Bella and Edward go honeymooning! Some pics straight from the Breaking Dawn set. These mark an obvious location change for the series, as Edward and Bella head off on their honeymoon. The gorgeous beachfront property definitely sets the romantic tone for the newlyweds with lush green trees and bright blue seas. They might actually be shooting in Brazil, but you know that this is the fictional island, Isle Esme. And the couple took advantage of it all, as they were spotted shooting in bathing suits - I love B's simple white bikini. Unfortunately, the honeymoon is over for these two as Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson have already left Brazil.
Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart
Kristen Stewart take off while we tour their honeymoon suite...Fans lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart leaving their hotel on Monday shared the video on YouTube for all fans to enjoy. After filming a kissing scene Monday in Brazil for Breaking Dawn, the two took off in a helicopter to reach the secluded honeymoon spot, which in the book is a Cullen family property on the fictional Isle Esmee. In real life, it's reportedly this private house that is available to rent, complete with it's own private beach. The six-room suite is fully furnished, so this could be the bed where Bella and Edward finally get intimate!
There're some set photos from Breaking Dawn where Bella and Edward go honeymooning! Some pics straight from the Breaking Dawn set. These mark an obvious location change for the series, as Edward and Bella head off on their honeymoon. The gorgeous beachfront property definitely sets the romantic tone for the newlyweds with lush green trees and bright blue seas. They might actually be shooting in Brazil, but you know that this is the fictional island, Isle Esme. And the couple took advantage of it all, as they were spotted shooting in bathing suits - I love B's simple white bikini. Unfortunately, the honeymoon is over for these two as Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson have already left Brazil.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I Am Not My Hair......I Am Not My Hair.........I Am Not My Hair.............
I found myself saying that over and over recently. It's been something I have been trying to avoid, but since I cut my hair off you can't really avoid a topic like that. Lol. I decided a couple of days before my birthday that I shouldn't have to try so hard, I should be me and make no apologies for it. I love dressing up, make-up, fashion etc. but I wanted to start wearing my hair natural. It was too much work keep my hair short and straight at the same time.....so a couple of days before my birthday I walked into my cousins' barber and told him to cut my pixie off.....it has taken me awhile to get used to it, but there's a freedom in having my hair cut off and natural. I can't wait until it starts to grow out. I'm still me (in love with fashion gowns, 1940's, Jane Austen, Katharine Hepburn, etc.) but I have grown into me.....if that makes sense. I think that when we try to fit into a mold of a type that has been accepted for years, we lose ourselves. I just want to me, and wake up every morning with no regrets but new plans because I lived my old ones yesterday. I want to look into the mirror and be grateful that God has made me this way instead of trying to find new ways to change myself so I can blend in more.....Sure, I stand out ( you can't miss the girl with the honey blond buzz cut, lol) but I now I make no apologies for it....Be blessed.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Surprise!!!
Just to let each of you know right off the bat, with the birth of our son Katie has kind of been resting/recovering every chance she has so she asked that I fill in to provide everyone with an update on how things have been going for us over the last few days. The "I" in this case is the often imitated, never duplicated "Mister". Before you all close your browsers in sadness, I encourage you to continue reading because the last few days have been after-the-fact-memory-making-yet-horrifyingly-hilarious-and-disgusting moments that we will never forget.
So without further adieu, here is a recap of the last few days. The title of the blog couldn't be more appropriate because the only way to summarize the last few days is... SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!! Since the last weekend in October, Katie has had been diagnosed with hypertension that developed into preeclampsia due to high blood pressure during her pregnancy. Since I just passed out trying to spell those words correctly I will explain it to you the way it was explained to me. Sometimes women can develop high blood pressure during pregnancy. Nothing explains it and nothing fixes it except for delivery. There are varying levels of hypertension and sometimes it is can just be coped with. The doctors did a great job of dumbing it down to a level where we, and by we I mean me, could understand what was going on. There were basically four levels of blood pressure: a) safe to live your life normally; b) need to ratchet things back and be on bed rest but you can stay at home; c) need to come to the hospital and be checked out; and d) oh no, get the "go bag", it's time to deliver the baby so mom and baby aren't put at risk for some pretty nasty potential problems. For the last four weeks, Kate has been at home between a) and b).
Two Fridays ago, I came home after a week of traveling for work, spent some time with my girl, unpacked, got ready for bed and per our usual ritual, took Kate's blood pressure right before we went to bed. It was at the high end of level of c) and moving towards level d).... SURPRISE!!! Unlike Nintendo's Super Mario Brothers, getting to the last level, level d), is not something you take to the water cooler and brag about. Once you get to level d) there is no video game boss to face, only a princess to save. Since we were approaching level d) and it was late Friday night after a long week of traveling, I did what any junior varsity husband would do. I got out of bed like a shot, stared blankly at Katie, blacked-out momentarily, ran into the closet to try to pack a bag and then came back into the bedroom to ask Katie what I needed to do. She looked at me, with a look of frustratingly surprising calm and said, "Let's just take it again and see what it looks like. If it is better, we'll check it again in the morning and if it's worse, we'll head up to the hospital." It was amazing... so simple, so brilliant. We waited a few minutes, took her bp again and it had not improved so we made the journey to the hospital. When we arrived, the nurses took her bp, ran a few other tests and came back after a few minutes to inform us that thankfully she wasn't to level d), but SURPRISE!!! she was getting to stay in the hospital until delivery to ensure that if something did happen both she and Caleb would be in good hands... and for a minute I'm going to go on a small tangent. The doctors, nurses and specialists at Plano Medical Center are off the heezy fo' sheezy. They were so great about explaining where we were, letting us know the options, risks and letting us decide how we wanted to proceed. Their bedside manor was terrific and gosh darn it, people liked them.
After Katie was admitted to the hospital we got into a routine since I was staying at home with Koda and working during the days. I would come up in the morning, bring my girl her Starbucks, hang out for a few minutes, go to work, go back at the end of the day, have dinner with her, go home, go to bed, and repeat. A week later, on Friday November 5, I came up to see Katie per our normal morning ritual and the nurse took her blood pressure while I was there. It was terrible. She said she was going to go check with the doctor to see how she wanted to proceed. She left the room, came back and... SURPRISE!!! the doctor wanted to go ahead and induce because her blood pressure was at such a dangerous level. After hearing that news, I got out of my chair like a shot, stared blankly at Kate, blacked-out momentarily, ran over to her packed bag to re-pack it and then walked over to her and asked what I needed to do. Yet again, she just looked at me, with a look of frustratingly surprising calm and said, "sit down, relax and breathe." It was amazing... so simple, so brilliant. After that, we began a 12 hour journey towards the delivery of our son. Kate was amazing through the whole process and after it was all over I couldn't have been more proud of her. She was so calm, so peaceful. Being with her and watching her for those next few hours to witness the expressions of excitement of knowing what was to come, fear of not knowing what was to come and her internal preparations for motherhood was simply amazing. She was amazing. Eloquent words will never be able to do those expressions and precious moments leading up to our son's birth (and the moments to follow) any justice.
When the process started, the doctors and nurses let us know that due to the timing of Katie's inducement and her physical situation, we (and by we I mean she) would be in labor until early morning to mid-morning on Saturday. After we had heard that and prepared for a long night, the anesthesiologist came into our room around 7:45 or 8:00pm on Friday night, introduced himself and said, "so are we ready to have a baby or what?"... SURPRISE!!! Due to her bp, which had risen in the last couple of hours, they weren't waiting any longer. It was time for us to meet our son. As soon as he had entered the room we were on our way to the operating room. They wheeled us in, put Katie under the anesthesia and began the surgery. There was a curtain up between us and the doctors so we were left to wonder what was happening on the other side. After about 45 minutes in the operating room, we heard a sound I had heard many times before in other little people, but this time resonated in some strange deep place in my soul... SURPRISE!!! it was the sound of my son crying (truth be told he was screaming bloody murder, but crying sounds precious, screaming is something we will get to a little later in the story...). It was an incredible moment, Katie and I let the doctors clean him off, wrap him up and hand him to us. We sat there for a few minutes with all of the doctors, nurses and specialists frantically running around taking care of my wife while time stood still so I could take a picture of that moment in my mind and remember it forever. We just looked at him. We kissed his head. We looked at each other. I kissed my wife's head... for the record, I have no doubt that if she wasn't stuck on her back with no feeling from her stomach down she would have jumped into my arms and passionately kissed me back while thanking me for creating such a beautiful baby... but since we'll never know you'll just have to take my word for it.
After they had cleaned him off I rolled Caleb out into the waiting room, presented him to our families and took him to the nursery to clean him up and check him out. After they cleaned him off, gave him a clean bill of health and let us take plenty of pictures they brought him back down to our room in the hospital. We just sat there. We held him again. We stared at him again. Wondered how we were supposed to take care of something so precious. All while knowing with absolute certainty that we would throw ourselves into oncoming traffic to protect him. The more I think about it, the stranger it is. By this point I've known him for about 30 minutes and I am willing to do anything and everything to love him and take care of him... even though as you will see shortly, I have no idea how to do that.
After another few hours of ogling over our newborn baby boy, our families left us, the doctors left us, the nurses left us and at 2am, after a 17 hour journey, we began our first adventure together. I call this adventure... how hard can it be? The next few minutes went something like this... fall asleep, wake up, feed baby, change baby, nap for 5 minutes until nurse walks in to check Kate, sleep for another 5 minutes until nursery nurse walks in to check Caleb, nap for 2 minutes until doctor walks in, change baby, change baby, nap for 2 minutes until baby needs changing again. I felt like he could just sense it. Right as I was drifting off to sleep for what I only imagined would be the most incredible restful 12 hour sleep of my life he would erupt into a crying, screaming, pooping... sorry, I mean precious little newborn. After about 27 minutes of this, the nursery nurse walked in and told us SURPRISE!!! if we wanted to, they could take Caleb for a few hours and let us sleep then bring him back when he needed a feeding. Best. Surprise. Ever. For the last few weeks, older and wiser people have seen Katie, asked when Caleb was due, chuckled to themselves and said, "get all the sleep you can now." Katie and I would always smile back and I can't be entirely sure what her thought was, but mine was always, "ok dude. I guess you don't know who I am. I'm superman. You're not. Invincibility has been my gift since birth. I have no kryptonite. Sleep? Why don't you go sleep? BOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Then SURPRISE!!! we had our son, went to sleep at 2:00am, then woke up at 2:02, 2:05, 2:08, 2:11, 2:20, 2:23 and 2:27. I was at the mercy of a 6lb 14oz baby boy. Letting the nursery take care of him didn't seem so bad by this time. So we let them take care of him until his feedings during the nights and brought him back out during the day.
The next few days were spent at the hospital meeting with doctors, nurses, family, visitors all wanting to see our son. Our departure date was scheduled for Monday. When the time came, the nurses came in for a last check of her blood pressure and SURPRISE!!! it was too high to go home. We would have to stay another day. When Tuesday came, we were awakened by the doctor who came in early to let us know that we would be leaving as soon as we were checked out by everyone (nurse for Kate, nurse for Caleb, doctor for Kate, anesthesiologist for Kate). So at 9am the doctor came in and cleared us to leave. Doctor, check. Around 11, the nurse came in for Caleb and 11:30 the nurse came in for Kate. Check and check. Now, with only the anesthesiologist remaining we waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. It seemed like all of central Plano was impregnated, delivering babies on this day and every single one of them was in need of anesthesia. After what I can only imagine was 1000 epidurals, he came in and cleared Kate to head home. We had hoped to get home a little earlier in the day so that we could get Caleb settled into his new surroundings, unpack and get into bed at a reasonable time so we could no doubt sleep restfully for 10 hours during Caleb's first night at home, but... SURPRISE!!! we arrived home a little after 8:30 and I dropped Katie and Caleb off so I could go pick up her prescriptions.
So begins our next adventure... I call this adventure, Sleep. Please Lord, just make him sleep. After I dropped Katie and Caleb off at home, I ran to the store to pick up her prescriptions. When I left, Katie was resting on the couch and Caleb was in a seat on the table next to her in his new little flannel jacket and pants. When I returned I heard Caleb screaming from the garage, Katie looked like she had been crying, Caleb's cute outfit was in a pile on the table and the seat smelled like throw up. It didn't take me long to realize that we were going to need to pick up some more cleaning products from the store the next time I went. After we cleaned up Caleb, put him in his first pair of footie pajamas and got him ready for bed, we laid him in his bassinet and he looked up at me with what I thought was a "Thank you father. You are the most loving, caring man on earth" look. Come to find out it was a "these footie pajamas are too big and my arms, legs and chest are all stuck in the same part of my pajamas and I'm going to scream for 30 minutes while you figure this out" look. After 30 minutes of trying to figure it out (and by 30 minutes I mean 1 hour and 30 minutes) we realized that his arms, feet and by this time his face from the nose down were all in the same compartment of his footie pajamas. I went down the hall and found another sleeping gown for him to wear and began the process of changing him into that. All this time, due to Katie's high bp she is being forced, against her will, to sit in bed and do her best to patiently direct me down the hall to try and find the clothes, then watch helplessly as I try to dress our son. After she helped me find his next pair of PJs it was time to put them on. Since I put my own clothes on everyday I thought I could put one piece of clothing on a baby with relative ease. I will take it to the grave that if he wasn't flopping around like a fish out of water I would have been able to do it in less than 25 minutes. After I put his gown on I realized I should have checked his diaper before I changed him and put him down for his first night of sleep at home. With Katie painstakingly watching on, I spent the next 45 minutes undressing him, changing his diaper, re-dressing him and putting him back in the bassinet... and SURPRISE!!! instead of expressing his gratification for my help as I imagined he screamed, wiggled, writhed, cried, yelled, tossed and kicked during every second of each one of the 45 minutes it took me to get through it all. Afterwards, we thought that he might just be hungry so we fed him. Nope, that didn't stop it. By this time, I had some weird alter-ego personality take over and I started nesting. Many of you don't know me very well other than through blog posts, but for those of you who do I'm sorry for just making your heads explode. I know. Me, nesting? I don't get it either. What the (insert word of choice here)? I had faced some kind of sensory overload and was so confused by everything that was happening I started cleaning everything. Katie just sat there looking at me. I started washing clothes, unpacking boxes and unloading baby stuff. It was weird. Katie knew it. I knew it. But I couldn't stop it. In the middle of it, Katie looked at me and calmly said, "Matt, we will be just fine. We will get through this." When she said it I realized how crazy I must have looked. Our baby was crying in the bassinet, my wife was lying in our bed, and I was running around like an idiot. I walked over and kissed her on the head and thanked her for stopping my insanity.
After I had gotten my wits about me Caleb, after feeding a few minutes earlier, let out the most ferocious fart I have ever heard. It was so loud that Katie immediately sat up in bed and asked me, "you made sure the diaper was put on tight in the back, right?" Silence. "What do you mean?" It was the only response I could come up with. At that point, I was proud of my son and laughing hysterically on the inside. Tight in the back? What did she mean? Why does that matter. She asked again, "tight in the back, did you put the diaper on tight in the back?" "I don't know." As I picked him up, I discovered why she asked. From the feeling of poop on his shirt I suddenly realized I was in for an ugly... SURPRISE!!! When he unleashed the aforementioned ferocious flatulence it was done with such force that it went up the back of his diaper, onto his shirt and all over his back. So there we were, 2:00am with a screaming, crying, wiggle-worm of a baby covered in a poopy gown. By this time, Kate was acutely aware that I couldn't handle this problem on my own. Against everyone's instructions, she got out of bed, walked over to the bassinet and we did the work. We cleaned him up, put his clothes in the wash, put the changing pad in the wash, wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped until there was nothing left to wipe. By 2:45am, we had been home for 6 hours, Caleb had been crying for 99.9% of the time, we had changed his clothes 3 times, changed his diaper 4 times, fed him 2 times and then all of the sudden, just as quickly as it had began he stopped. We wrapped him up in his new diaper, dressed him in clean pajamas, swaddled him in a warm blanket, laid him down in his bassinet and he just stopped. The silence was golden. I looked at Katie. She looked at me. For almost 6 years now, we had never had a problem sleeping after a long hard day. But for whatever reason, we couldn't do anything but lay there and look at each other. Exhausted, tired, we just looked at each other. Then after a few minutes we just started laughing. We had our first "remember the time when..." memory with our son. It was hilarious. I was on the junior varsity parenting team for sure, but I didn't care. Katie was stuck in bed on doctor's orders, but she didn't care. We had just experienced our first horrifically terrible, but hilariously memorable night at home with our son. One of what I can only imagine will be many to come.
Our alarm went off at 5:30am for Caleb's next feeding. When the alarm went off I got out of bed like a shot, stared blankly at Kate, blacked-out momentarily, ran over to Caleb's crib then walked over to her and asked what I needed to do. Once again, she looked at me, with a tired look of frustratingly surprising calm and said, "I wish I could do it, but since my bp is still high I can't get out of bed yet, so you're going to have to do it. Get the bottle, feed him, change him and come back to bed." It was amazing... so simple, so brilliant. As quickly as I started I was done and we were back in bed, sleeping peacefully. When we drifted off to sleep I had absolutely no idea what the next day would bring. The only thing I knew for certain was that I was finally at home with my family. And that was all that mattered.
So without further adieu, here is a recap of the last few days. The title of the blog couldn't be more appropriate because the only way to summarize the last few days is... SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!! Since the last weekend in October, Katie has had been diagnosed with hypertension that developed into preeclampsia due to high blood pressure during her pregnancy. Since I just passed out trying to spell those words correctly I will explain it to you the way it was explained to me. Sometimes women can develop high blood pressure during pregnancy. Nothing explains it and nothing fixes it except for delivery. There are varying levels of hypertension and sometimes it is can just be coped with. The doctors did a great job of dumbing it down to a level where we, and by we I mean me, could understand what was going on. There were basically four levels of blood pressure: a) safe to live your life normally; b) need to ratchet things back and be on bed rest but you can stay at home; c) need to come to the hospital and be checked out; and d) oh no, get the "go bag", it's time to deliver the baby so mom and baby aren't put at risk for some pretty nasty potential problems. For the last four weeks, Kate has been at home between a) and b).
Two Fridays ago, I came home after a week of traveling for work, spent some time with my girl, unpacked, got ready for bed and per our usual ritual, took Kate's blood pressure right before we went to bed. It was at the high end of level of c) and moving towards level d).... SURPRISE!!! Unlike Nintendo's Super Mario Brothers, getting to the last level, level d), is not something you take to the water cooler and brag about. Once you get to level d) there is no video game boss to face, only a princess to save. Since we were approaching level d) and it was late Friday night after a long week of traveling, I did what any junior varsity husband would do. I got out of bed like a shot, stared blankly at Katie, blacked-out momentarily, ran into the closet to try to pack a bag and then came back into the bedroom to ask Katie what I needed to do. She looked at me, with a look of frustratingly surprising calm and said, "Let's just take it again and see what it looks like. If it is better, we'll check it again in the morning and if it's worse, we'll head up to the hospital." It was amazing... so simple, so brilliant. We waited a few minutes, took her bp again and it had not improved so we made the journey to the hospital. When we arrived, the nurses took her bp, ran a few other tests and came back after a few minutes to inform us that thankfully she wasn't to level d), but SURPRISE!!! she was getting to stay in the hospital until delivery to ensure that if something did happen both she and Caleb would be in good hands... and for a minute I'm going to go on a small tangent. The doctors, nurses and specialists at Plano Medical Center are off the heezy fo' sheezy. They were so great about explaining where we were, letting us know the options, risks and letting us decide how we wanted to proceed. Their bedside manor was terrific and gosh darn it, people liked them.
After Katie was admitted to the hospital we got into a routine since I was staying at home with Koda and working during the days. I would come up in the morning, bring my girl her Starbucks, hang out for a few minutes, go to work, go back at the end of the day, have dinner with her, go home, go to bed, and repeat. A week later, on Friday November 5, I came up to see Katie per our normal morning ritual and the nurse took her blood pressure while I was there. It was terrible. She said she was going to go check with the doctor to see how she wanted to proceed. She left the room, came back and... SURPRISE!!! the doctor wanted to go ahead and induce because her blood pressure was at such a dangerous level. After hearing that news, I got out of my chair like a shot, stared blankly at Kate, blacked-out momentarily, ran over to her packed bag to re-pack it and then walked over to her and asked what I needed to do. Yet again, she just looked at me, with a look of frustratingly surprising calm and said, "sit down, relax and breathe." It was amazing... so simple, so brilliant. After that, we began a 12 hour journey towards the delivery of our son. Kate was amazing through the whole process and after it was all over I couldn't have been more proud of her. She was so calm, so peaceful. Being with her and watching her for those next few hours to witness the expressions of excitement of knowing what was to come, fear of not knowing what was to come and her internal preparations for motherhood was simply amazing. She was amazing. Eloquent words will never be able to do those expressions and precious moments leading up to our son's birth (and the moments to follow) any justice.
When the process started, the doctors and nurses let us know that due to the timing of Katie's inducement and her physical situation, we (and by we I mean she) would be in labor until early morning to mid-morning on Saturday. After we had heard that and prepared for a long night, the anesthesiologist came into our room around 7:45 or 8:00pm on Friday night, introduced himself and said, "so are we ready to have a baby or what?"... SURPRISE!!! Due to her bp, which had risen in the last couple of hours, they weren't waiting any longer. It was time for us to meet our son. As soon as he had entered the room we were on our way to the operating room. They wheeled us in, put Katie under the anesthesia and began the surgery. There was a curtain up between us and the doctors so we were left to wonder what was happening on the other side. After about 45 minutes in the operating room, we heard a sound I had heard many times before in other little people, but this time resonated in some strange deep place in my soul... SURPRISE!!! it was the sound of my son crying (truth be told he was screaming bloody murder, but crying sounds precious, screaming is something we will get to a little later in the story...). It was an incredible moment, Katie and I let the doctors clean him off, wrap him up and hand him to us. We sat there for a few minutes with all of the doctors, nurses and specialists frantically running around taking care of my wife while time stood still so I could take a picture of that moment in my mind and remember it forever. We just looked at him. We kissed his head. We looked at each other. I kissed my wife's head... for the record, I have no doubt that if she wasn't stuck on her back with no feeling from her stomach down she would have jumped into my arms and passionately kissed me back while thanking me for creating such a beautiful baby... but since we'll never know you'll just have to take my word for it.
After they had cleaned him off I rolled Caleb out into the waiting room, presented him to our families and took him to the nursery to clean him up and check him out. After they cleaned him off, gave him a clean bill of health and let us take plenty of pictures they brought him back down to our room in the hospital. We just sat there. We held him again. We stared at him again. Wondered how we were supposed to take care of something so precious. All while knowing with absolute certainty that we would throw ourselves into oncoming traffic to protect him. The more I think about it, the stranger it is. By this point I've known him for about 30 minutes and I am willing to do anything and everything to love him and take care of him... even though as you will see shortly, I have no idea how to do that.
After another few hours of ogling over our newborn baby boy, our families left us, the doctors left us, the nurses left us and at 2am, after a 17 hour journey, we began our first adventure together. I call this adventure... how hard can it be? The next few minutes went something like this... fall asleep, wake up, feed baby, change baby, nap for 5 minutes until nurse walks in to check Kate, sleep for another 5 minutes until nursery nurse walks in to check Caleb, nap for 2 minutes until doctor walks in, change baby, change baby, nap for 2 minutes until baby needs changing again. I felt like he could just sense it. Right as I was drifting off to sleep for what I only imagined would be the most incredible restful 12 hour sleep of my life he would erupt into a crying, screaming, pooping... sorry, I mean precious little newborn. After about 27 minutes of this, the nursery nurse walked in and told us SURPRISE!!! if we wanted to, they could take Caleb for a few hours and let us sleep then bring him back when he needed a feeding. Best. Surprise. Ever. For the last few weeks, older and wiser people have seen Katie, asked when Caleb was due, chuckled to themselves and said, "get all the sleep you can now." Katie and I would always smile back and I can't be entirely sure what her thought was, but mine was always, "ok dude. I guess you don't know who I am. I'm superman. You're not. Invincibility has been my gift since birth. I have no kryptonite. Sleep? Why don't you go sleep? BOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Then SURPRISE!!! we had our son, went to sleep at 2:00am, then woke up at 2:02, 2:05, 2:08, 2:11, 2:20, 2:23 and 2:27. I was at the mercy of a 6lb 14oz baby boy. Letting the nursery take care of him didn't seem so bad by this time. So we let them take care of him until his feedings during the nights and brought him back out during the day.
The next few days were spent at the hospital meeting with doctors, nurses, family, visitors all wanting to see our son. Our departure date was scheduled for Monday. When the time came, the nurses came in for a last check of her blood pressure and SURPRISE!!! it was too high to go home. We would have to stay another day. When Tuesday came, we were awakened by the doctor who came in early to let us know that we would be leaving as soon as we were checked out by everyone (nurse for Kate, nurse for Caleb, doctor for Kate, anesthesiologist for Kate). So at 9am the doctor came in and cleared us to leave. Doctor, check. Around 11, the nurse came in for Caleb and 11:30 the nurse came in for Kate. Check and check. Now, with only the anesthesiologist remaining we waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. It seemed like all of central Plano was impregnated, delivering babies on this day and every single one of them was in need of anesthesia. After what I can only imagine was 1000 epidurals, he came in and cleared Kate to head home. We had hoped to get home a little earlier in the day so that we could get Caleb settled into his new surroundings, unpack and get into bed at a reasonable time so we could no doubt sleep restfully for 10 hours during Caleb's first night at home, but... SURPRISE!!! we arrived home a little after 8:30 and I dropped Katie and Caleb off so I could go pick up her prescriptions.
So begins our next adventure... I call this adventure, Sleep. Please Lord, just make him sleep. After I dropped Katie and Caleb off at home, I ran to the store to pick up her prescriptions. When I left, Katie was resting on the couch and Caleb was in a seat on the table next to her in his new little flannel jacket and pants. When I returned I heard Caleb screaming from the garage, Katie looked like she had been crying, Caleb's cute outfit was in a pile on the table and the seat smelled like throw up. It didn't take me long to realize that we were going to need to pick up some more cleaning products from the store the next time I went. After we cleaned up Caleb, put him in his first pair of footie pajamas and got him ready for bed, we laid him in his bassinet and he looked up at me with what I thought was a "Thank you father. You are the most loving, caring man on earth" look. Come to find out it was a "these footie pajamas are too big and my arms, legs and chest are all stuck in the same part of my pajamas and I'm going to scream for 30 minutes while you figure this out" look. After 30 minutes of trying to figure it out (and by 30 minutes I mean 1 hour and 30 minutes) we realized that his arms, feet and by this time his face from the nose down were all in the same compartment of his footie pajamas. I went down the hall and found another sleeping gown for him to wear and began the process of changing him into that. All this time, due to Katie's high bp she is being forced, against her will, to sit in bed and do her best to patiently direct me down the hall to try and find the clothes, then watch helplessly as I try to dress our son. After she helped me find his next pair of PJs it was time to put them on. Since I put my own clothes on everyday I thought I could put one piece of clothing on a baby with relative ease. I will take it to the grave that if he wasn't flopping around like a fish out of water I would have been able to do it in less than 25 minutes. After I put his gown on I realized I should have checked his diaper before I changed him and put him down for his first night of sleep at home. With Katie painstakingly watching on, I spent the next 45 minutes undressing him, changing his diaper, re-dressing him and putting him back in the bassinet... and SURPRISE!!! instead of expressing his gratification for my help as I imagined he screamed, wiggled, writhed, cried, yelled, tossed and kicked during every second of each one of the 45 minutes it took me to get through it all. Afterwards, we thought that he might just be hungry so we fed him. Nope, that didn't stop it. By this time, I had some weird alter-ego personality take over and I started nesting. Many of you don't know me very well other than through blog posts, but for those of you who do I'm sorry for just making your heads explode. I know. Me, nesting? I don't get it either. What the (insert word of choice here)? I had faced some kind of sensory overload and was so confused by everything that was happening I started cleaning everything. Katie just sat there looking at me. I started washing clothes, unpacking boxes and unloading baby stuff. It was weird. Katie knew it. I knew it. But I couldn't stop it. In the middle of it, Katie looked at me and calmly said, "Matt, we will be just fine. We will get through this." When she said it I realized how crazy I must have looked. Our baby was crying in the bassinet, my wife was lying in our bed, and I was running around like an idiot. I walked over and kissed her on the head and thanked her for stopping my insanity.
After I had gotten my wits about me Caleb, after feeding a few minutes earlier, let out the most ferocious fart I have ever heard. It was so loud that Katie immediately sat up in bed and asked me, "you made sure the diaper was put on tight in the back, right?" Silence. "What do you mean?" It was the only response I could come up with. At that point, I was proud of my son and laughing hysterically on the inside. Tight in the back? What did she mean? Why does that matter. She asked again, "tight in the back, did you put the diaper on tight in the back?" "I don't know." As I picked him up, I discovered why she asked. From the feeling of poop on his shirt I suddenly realized I was in for an ugly... SURPRISE!!! When he unleashed the aforementioned ferocious flatulence it was done with such force that it went up the back of his diaper, onto his shirt and all over his back. So there we were, 2:00am with a screaming, crying, wiggle-worm of a baby covered in a poopy gown. By this time, Kate was acutely aware that I couldn't handle this problem on my own. Against everyone's instructions, she got out of bed, walked over to the bassinet and we did the work. We cleaned him up, put his clothes in the wash, put the changing pad in the wash, wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped until there was nothing left to wipe. By 2:45am, we had been home for 6 hours, Caleb had been crying for 99.9% of the time, we had changed his clothes 3 times, changed his diaper 4 times, fed him 2 times and then all of the sudden, just as quickly as it had began he stopped. We wrapped him up in his new diaper, dressed him in clean pajamas, swaddled him in a warm blanket, laid him down in his bassinet and he just stopped. The silence was golden. I looked at Katie. She looked at me. For almost 6 years now, we had never had a problem sleeping after a long hard day. But for whatever reason, we couldn't do anything but lay there and look at each other. Exhausted, tired, we just looked at each other. Then after a few minutes we just started laughing. We had our first "remember the time when..." memory with our son. It was hilarious. I was on the junior varsity parenting team for sure, but I didn't care. Katie was stuck in bed on doctor's orders, but she didn't care. We had just experienced our first horrifically terrible, but hilariously memorable night at home with our son. One of what I can only imagine will be many to come.
Our alarm went off at 5:30am for Caleb's next feeding. When the alarm went off I got out of bed like a shot, stared blankly at Kate, blacked-out momentarily, ran over to Caleb's crib then walked over to her and asked what I needed to do. Once again, she looked at me, with a tired look of frustratingly surprising calm and said, "I wish I could do it, but since my bp is still high I can't get out of bed yet, so you're going to have to do it. Get the bottle, feed him, change him and come back to bed." It was amazing... so simple, so brilliant. As quickly as I started I was done and we were back in bed, sleeping peacefully. When we drifted off to sleep I had absolutely no idea what the next day would bring. The only thing I knew for certain was that I was finally at home with my family. And that was all that mattered.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Pyatt Power
Another sports blog quoted me recently.
Ok, well this time I don't know if they actually quoted me or my blog, or just some other random girl named Danielle who also thinks that Taylor Pyatt is man-pretty.
"He's a good-looking guy," gushes Danielle. "He's got pretty-boy eyes."
It's definitely something I've said, or would say. If it's not me I need to meet this name-twin of mine.
Check it out: Canucks Fans Love Their Pretty Boys - NHL Fanhouse.
Oh and one more funny fact: According to another sports blog he's dating a girl named Danielle, who may or may not be the real one quoted above: Taylor Pyatt's Girlfriend - Talk Sports. This Danielle is quoted as being a "gold digger" with "long blonde hair and blue eyes" who apparently pretends to have a sibling when she doesn't. It's some pretty good lady drama if you take a look.
Ok, well this time I don't know if they actually quoted me or my blog, or just some other random girl named Danielle who also thinks that Taylor Pyatt is man-pretty.
"He's a good-looking guy," gushes Danielle. "He's got pretty-boy eyes."
It's definitely something I've said, or would say. If it's not me I need to meet this name-twin of mine.
Check it out: Canucks Fans Love Their Pretty Boys - NHL Fanhouse.
Oh and one more funny fact: According to another sports blog he's dating a girl named Danielle, who may or may not be the real one quoted above: Taylor Pyatt's Girlfriend - Talk Sports. This Danielle is quoted as being a "gold digger" with "long blonde hair and blue eyes" who apparently pretends to have a sibling when she doesn't. It's some pretty good lady drama if you take a look.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Making Changes
Hey Y'all! (Ok, it's super late and apparently I'm starting to sound like Britney Spears. Sorry about that. Wait, I just looked at the clock and it's only 10:21 so it's not late... but the switchback from daylight savings time just happened last night so REALLY it's 11:21. But standard time I guess is the REAL real time, so... I guess I'm just old.)
I wanted to say that if you hadn't noticed the blaring changes I finally updated my blog template! Hope you enjoy it.
I'm probably not done fiddling with it; I'll hopefully start a Facebook group and a Twitter account to get the word out a little more... Although, I'm not sure because I have this theory that people who Tweet are self-important ego-maniacs. But I already fit that category since I share the contents of my so-called "interesting" life wtih the masses. Might as well be as egotistical as possible, right!
I wanted to say that if you hadn't noticed the blaring changes I finally updated my blog template! Hope you enjoy it.
I'm probably not done fiddling with it; I'll hopefully start a Facebook group and a Twitter account to get the word out a little more... Although, I'm not sure because I have this theory that people who Tweet are self-important ego-maniacs. But I already fit that category since I share the contents of my so-called "interesting" life wtih the masses. Might as well be as egotistical as possible, right!
What I Bought Yesterday.....
Yesterday I was actually able to get a little shopping in for work. I don't know how long its been but I have reached this conclusion: I ABSOLUTELY HATE MALLS! Now that I got that out of my system, let me share with you the basic pieces I bought add to my new work wardrobe:
Fletcher by Lyell Pleated Pant- Urban Outfitters. I love the old school 1940's high fashion feel I had when I tried them on. They made me think of Katharine Hepburn and Lauren Bacall.
Kimchi Blue T-Strap Platform Shoes- Urban Outfitters. I love, love, love shoes that make me think of pinups. The heel and the straps are so adorable and yet they are kind of sexy.
Ruffle Dress- H&M.I bought the dress in black. I realize I don't really have any really cute dresses in my wardrobe. I love the dress in black and it didn't hurt that it was only $14.95!!!!
Tulip Skirt- Macy's. I am not a department store person but I really needed a black skirt so I decided to try Macy's. I found one after spending too much time trying to figure out where the skirts were. SMH.
All in all, even though I am not a mall person (I would love to just spend my day in boutiques or in vintage shops) I needed a few basics and you can't go wrong in a mall if you are looking for basics. Next week, I am definitely going to some vintage shops. I love old school clothing!!!
images source: urbanoutfitters.com; whatiamloving.blogspot.com; kaboodle.com
All in all, even though I am not a mall person (I would love to just spend my day in boutiques or in vintage shops) I needed a few basics and you can't go wrong in a mall if you are looking for basics. Next week, I am definitely going to some vintage shops. I love old school clothing!!!
images source: urbanoutfitters.com; whatiamloving.blogspot.com; kaboodle.com
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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