Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Family Reunion

Sunday was our family reunion on my moms side of the family and it was a chance for all the new babies to hang out and for us to get to see all of them since I havent seen my cousins babies in over 4 months. Taking a look at the pictures has done nothing but make me realize how much weight I have left to lose from this pregnancy. I honestly think I looked better when I was 9 months pregnant than I do in these photos. Because when you are 9 months pregnant you are supposed to look big and round. It doesn't work 5 months later. But who really cares to look at me anyway..will you check out my adorable daughter? And my super sexy husband? I have the best family. Even if momma needs to lose, say, 100 lbs.

River (in the pink shirt), my cousin Danielle and Mya.


My cousin Chasity holding Kensley. She has that look on her face because all she wanted to do was eat Kensley up. haha


Kensley and I dancing to the music.


Me, Kensley, Grandma Rhea, Chasity, Mya, River and My cousin Jess.


Dave, Kensley and I


All of the cousins with our babies and grandma.


My little family again.


Pulling her daisy suke shorts down haha



My fav pic of the day.


Sunday, July 27, 2008

Say A Little Prayer For Me

This week has been a rough one. Kensley is teething hardcore and yesterday we hit a wall. From 4-6:30 she cried and everything I did...didnt work. I figured she was tired, so I put her in her crib and she cried, and cried and then cried some more. So I put her in her swing. She cried. I put her back in the crib. she cried. I picked her up and walked her around and guess what? She cried. I have her some tylenol and baby orajel, but that orajel seems to last abot 5 seconds and then she cries again. I gave her teethers, cold washcloths, a cool banana in one of those mesh contraptions...I even gave her my own fingers to chew on...By the time Dave got home at 6 I was about to lose my mind. I dont know how in the world people who have babies with collic do it. I couldnt take 2 hours of crying without wanting to curl up in a ball and just cry myself. In fact I did. I cried right along with her because I felt so bad. Finally I put her in her carseat and drove her down the road and by the time I was down there she had passed out cold. I couldnt afford to keep driving around so I took her back home and tried to lay her in her crib. BAD IDEA. She then screamed more. So we loaded up the car and went out to eat. HAHA. She fell asleep in the car and until half way through dinner. Then that was it. I had her in the bathroom trying to get her to stop crying, but nothing worked. We called the doctor and he told us to keep doing what we were already doing...Since she didnt have a fever and was still eating. Ugh. Just sitting here knowing she is in pain and there is nothing that we can do..well, it sucks.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Daddy's Little Girl-In Every Way

Kensley is growing so so fast. She actually giggled for the first time today. Then I was sitting her in her bouncy seat and I laid her teether on her chest. I came out of the other room and she had picked it up with both hands and was chewing on it! I called Dave to let him know that if she keeps up at this rate she will have graduated college by the time he gets home from work tonight. Its amazing to see all that she learns each and every day. I have been taking pics but havent had time to post any, so here are a few from the past few days...





And for those of you with any doubts about who she looks like, take a look at this...

Here is Kensley's 3 month pic-

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-And that was Dave at three months...

Sunday, July 13, 2008

You Know Your A Mom When...

Dave and I went out to lunch today and I went to change Kensley's diaper in the women's restroom. I hate doing this, because public restrooms disgust me and its soo awkward trying to change a baby in one of those handicap stalls. Anyway, it had to be done because her diaper was starting to weight more than she did.

So I head in there and I begin to change her. No problem there. Unfortunately someone had decided to "drop the kids off at the pool" and forgot to flush so I was dealing with not one pile of crap to sniff, but two. And then it hit me. I had to go and I had to go right now. There was no time to rush her out to daddy at the table. So I grabbed her, the diaper bag and myself and squeezed into one of those teeny-tiny-one-person-stalls. Im trying to hold her and get my pants and underwear off at the same time. I manage somehow and begin to do my business when Kensley decides that she wants to eat. AND SHE WANTS TO EAT NOW.

So I have a screaming baby on my lap, I have an awful case of diarrhea ripping through my body and I am now trying to prepare a bottle with my free hand. I had to set the bottle on the floor *UGH I KNOW* THE GERMS* and dump her formula in and then put the lid back on and shake it up while holding the Houdini of all babies, wiggling and squirming all over the place. I finally get the bottle in her mouth and I finish my business. Have you ever tried to feed a baby with a bottle under your chin while trying to pull your underwear and shorts up with one hand? Let alone try to button and zip your pants and then make your way out of the restroom sweating profusely like you just ran a 10K race? If you have, then God bless you. You must be a mother.

Oh and then later on tonight I picked her up after her nap and she blew out her diaper and peed all over me. *Sigh* But man, do I love her

Monday, July 7, 2008

Happy 4 months Kensley!

Dear Kensley,

Yesterday you turned four months old and I am amazed by how much has changed in just this last month. It seems like every day you learn something new and it is getting really hard to keep track of it all. I have never been so in awe of a human before, I can sit and watch you for hours and laugh hysterically at all of your antics. You bring me so much joy and I am so blessed to be your momma.

This month God decided that it was the time to let there be rain, and he opened up the flood gates. I have never seen so much drool in all of my life. We literally have to change your outfits over and over and you soak through all of your bibs. What is up with all of the drool? Everything you come in contact with is covered with the stuff and when I pick you up you feel like you were dipped in the tub and then handed straight to me. Your covered, Im covered and even the floor I walk on is covered in your drool. This must have started because of the teething that is just around the corner. Boy am I looking forward to that. You chomp on your fingers, and anything else you can get to fit in that tiny mouth of yours. Sometimes I look over at you and you have managed to get your whole fist in your mouth. We gave you a teether the other day and it was so cool and yummy on your gums that you literally attacked it and tried to chomp the whole thing into your mouth. Its times like these that I am relieved that I chose to pump and give you a bottle, my boobs ache just watching you chomp like that.

Speaking of a bottle, we began giving you 6oz of formula and you now go 4 solid hours without eating. I cant tell you how happy this makes me, because the doctor really wanted you to go 4 hours without eating and the 5oz he suggested was not cutting it. Plus it allows us to go on longer trips out of the house because we are not constantly feeding you. Starting solid foods might be helping too, but I am soo happy that we are going longer without feeding you during the day. We started you on your first solid food last week, and ironically it was sweet potatoes. It took you a good couple feedings to get the hang of it but you are now eating like a champ. You open your mouth up wide and chomp down on your spoon and you make these adorable “mmm” sounds. I cant believe my little girl is such a good eater. Your still an amazing sleeper and sleep from 9pm till 7am like clockwork. It doesn’t matter if we feed you cereal before bedtime or not. And of course you still refuse to sleep long during the day, but as long as you sleep all night, I really don’t mind one bit. The other morning I came in to get you after I heard you fussing on the monitor. As soon as I came into your room I saw that you had busted one arm and one leg out of your wrap and you had the biggest, gummiest grin when you saw me. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing so hard because you looked absolutely priceless and so proud of yourself for breaking free.

I have to admit, right now I feel like a terrible mother for admitting this, but you love tv. You sit in your bumbo chair and will watch Diego and Higglytown Heroes and a whole Shrek movie. I tell myself you are fascinated by the colors, but I feel like I should be doing more for you. I want to read you more books, and take you for more walks and lay down on the floor with you and do more tummy time with you. I imagine its how most mothers feel. They feel like they can never ever do enough for their kids, even when they are doing as much as they possibly can. I doubt that feeling will ever go away. Long after you are out of this house and living on your own. And another feeling I have to get used to is guilt. This past month you have developed a serious case of stranger anxiety. It started when Great Grandma Audrey came over with Grandma Patti and you literally screamed for an hour straight. You made yourself sick you were so upset and I know its because your not used to seeing them. The next time they came to watch you, you were fine until she picked you up. Then you started crying when Great Grandma Sally came to watch you and then Grandma and Grandpa Shaw. You only calmed down after your dad or I picked you up and walked you around. This has made it extremely hard for me to leave and go to work because you get so upset when I leave. I never thought we would have to go through this so early and I am scared to death of it getting worse. That you will be one of those kids that losses her shit every time her parents drop her off somewhere. But then I stop and think that the reason you are like this is because you feel safe with your daddy and I. In a way, we must be doing something right because you want to be with us all of the time. I just wish I could tell you right now how much we love you and that you would understand that there is nothing on this earth that would keep your daddy and I away from you. We might have to leave for a little while every now and then, but we will always, always come back for you.

Love you Sweet Potato,