Our Fun Friday

I guess it had to happen eventually, but having to take P to the ER for the first time was NO FUN! Let me preface this story by saying that every evening when J gets home from work it has become tradition for the girls to get on our bed and play with daddy. P jumps and laugh and all around it is a good time. Until Thursday evening....she was jumping while J and I were both watching and laughing and...she lost her footing, fell backwards off our bed and on the way down smacked her head on my nightstand. The expected screaming and crying ensued, but the knot wasn't humongous and P seemed to recover well.

Flash forward to Friday evening, around 6 pm, when P comes inside from the backyard, looks at me, and just throws up all over the floor. A LOT! And then, she goes right back to laughing and playing as if nothing ever happened. I didn't really know what to think....she wasn't acting sick as if it were a bug so I ruled that out in my mind. Then J and I both got the thought that it could be related to the fact that she had a not so friendly meeting with my nightstand the night before. So we call the nurse line and they said that the rule of thumb is if a child throws up 3 times within 3 days of a major head bump, then take them to the hospital. So we wait, and alas, out little P Munch threw up 2 more times. At this point it's around 8 pm, so J takes P to the ER while I stay at the house with S (despite the offerings of my wonderful friends and family to watch S if I wanted to go with them). After 2 hours, (yes, only 2 hours!!!) J arrives home with a fast asleep P. The report: they actually did a CAT SCAN on the poor little girl and all came back well. The throwing up could have been related to the concussion she received the night before, but praise the Lord it didn't signify anything major. And, according to J, the Children's Hospital at the Medical Center knew what they were doing! They were efficient, friendly, and most of all...fast at getting their patients in to see a doctor and diagnosed. Again, praise the Lord!!

Anyway, P literally went straight to her bed when they got home, so I got a little chuckle when she woke up the next morning with this cute little sticker on her PJs.



And this teensy little ER bracelet on her wrist



And the string of awesome morning 'dos continues with this beauty

Future Farmer?

I'm always surprised by the things that amuse P and the types of things she becomes fascinated with (like spoons, for instance). A couple of weeks ago the girls and I met up with Rachel and Ike for a visit to the Children's Museum. I had never been before so I didn't really know what to expect, but we had such a great time! P did really well and explored the majority of the setups, but of course she had favorites. Would you believe that one of them was milking a fake cow in which water actually comes out of the teat (can I write that on a family blog??) into a bucket?

Bonding with the cow, pre-milking



And going in for the gold




I had to pry her away, but eventually she gave in and we enjoyed the rest of the museum. I'll post the rest of the pics on Snapfish soon...

I leave the room for 1 minute....

...and this is what happens.

Time flies...

My, what a difference a few weeks make in the life of a little one. A few weeks ago, I had a baby that had a toothless smile and could barely sit up on her own. Now I have to watch where I walk for fear that Sydney has crawled in my path and, YES!, we have a tooth. Imagine my surprise when I saw that bottom tooth poking out at a mere 7 months of age (considering Presleigh took 9 1/2 months to get even an inkling of a tooth).

Anyway, watching my two girls grow gives me the greatest joy and it happens all too quickly. I can't wait to see what the Lord has in store for these precious little ones!



"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

So long, mullet

I love a lot of things about my little P Munchkin but one of my favorite things about her is her hair. It's been a long journey in getting what hair she does have, so you can imagine my reluctance to cut a single hair. But I began to be reminded of Billy Ray Cyrus in his "Achy Breaky Heart" days every time I looked at her, and that's when I realized it was time to get a haircut. So this past week, while I was in Dallas with the girls, Kassie and I decided to make a trip to Cool Cuts with the kids. I was a little nervous because I had visions of the cousins photo shoot still haunting me in my dreams, and considering she won't sit still for 2 seconds to let me brush her hair I had no idea how the hair dresser was going to manage actually cutting her hair. But I was pleasantly surprised. Besides the occasional "No!" and "Ow!" (yes, she would yell "Ow" when the hair dresser got even remotely close with the scissors) it was not a bad experience at all. P watched Baby Einstein, ate a Nilla Wafer, and 15 minutes later....no more mullet!! She ended up with the cutest little bob that's angled on the sides (for a mini Victoria Beckham look). It is precious! Now maybe I can get "Achy Breaky Heart" out of my head....

The Before Picture


The During Picture


And the After Picture

Long time no blog...

Okay, so I know it's been forever since I posted anything on our blog. But if you guys had any idea how crazy my life has been lately (and some of you do) you'd understand. Between showings on the house, getting locked out of my house (long story) and keeping up with the kiddos I barely have time to breathe. But alas, the girls are napping at the same time today! Okay, so Presleigh's not really napping. She's supposed to be sleeping, but instead she's wandering around her room playing with her toys, enjoying the new freedom that comes with being in a big girl bed. She has taken to the transition nicely though. We've conquered her urge to get up at 3:30 in the morning and roam the house like she did the first couple of nights. Funny now. Not funny then.

Anyway, so a couple of weekends ago Jason and I and the girls packed up and headed to Austin for the weekend to visit with Carly and Joe. Or Carly-Joe as P likes to say. We had so much fun going to the pool, relaxing in the backyard and of course, playing Guitar Hero once the girls were in bed. Presleigh had so much fun and Sydney, of course, was cool with whatever. She's a pretty laid back little girl. So, here are some pics to show the excitement of the weekend. You can see more on Carly's blog, Cherry Blossom Photography

Presleigh splashing away


Sydney not caring one way or the other about the water


The girls with their Aunt Carly


Sydney showing off her crawling skills


All in all, it was a great weekend and we can't wait to go back!

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

It's a rare occurrence that Presleigh and Sydney get to hang out with all of their cousins at once (in fact, it usually only happens once a year). So when both of my sisters-in-law and their kiddos came to visit a couple of weeks ago, we crammed as many activities as humanly possible in a week. The purpose of this was two-fold: 1) to keep the kids as busy as possible 2) to make the most of the time we all had together. One of these memorable experiences involved taking all five kids to get their picture taken together. I don't know whose brilliant idea it was (oh alright, I take the blame) but somewhere in the back of my mind I thought, 'Surely it can't be that hard to get two 3 year olds, two 1 year olds, and a 5 month old to sit still and smile for a few pictures.' (I now realize that I was insane and delusional at the time). Anyway, at 9 am on a Wednesday morning Tracey, Kassie, and I adventured out with five kids in tow for what is now one of the funniest experiences ever.

First, we walk into the portrait studio and I immediately see the expression on the face of the photographer go from 'Alright, let's take some pictures!' to 'You want them in a picture all at once?' to 'You've got to be kidding me.' God bless that poor girl for she didn't know what she was walking into when she came in to work that day. As soon as Presleigh got even close to the camera, she threw a fit. I'm talking full-out-screaming, tears-streaming-down-the-face fit. And Dane, the other 1 year old, followed suit immediately. Collin and Keatyn, the two 3 year olds, did pretty well. Keatyn gladly sat front and center with a big smile on her face. Collin took a little more convincing, but soon cooperated. And Sydney, poor Sydney, she didn't know what was going on. She was just sitting in a chair with her eyes as big as saucers for she had never experienced anything so loud in all her 5 months of life. And the attempt to get one, just one, good picture began. And ended. That's right, we got two, count them TWO, pictures before the screaming and crying led us to wave the white flag and surrender. We got dominated.

And so, below is the picture of all the cousins that we chose to get prints of, and I must say, it's better than any picture I could have imagined. It shows the true essence of what these kids are all about. And the experience, as painfully frustrating as it was, was totally worth it.

Morning Surprise

One of my favorite parts of the day comes around 7:30 every morning when my oldest munchkin gets up from a good night's rest. I'm usually first greeted on the monitor with a sparkling rendition of the ABC's or if I'm lucky, a precise spelling of the first half of her name. This morning, though, was a special morning. Presleigh decided to sleep in until about 8:30! This would usually come as a surprise to me, but considering the constant activity of the last week (posts about these activities to come) I knew eventually she would need to catch up on some R&R. So around 8:30, I hear some chattering on the monitor and decided to go get P up and going for the day. What happened next still makes me laugh. It's not what happened, necessarily, but what I saw when I opened the door. My munchkin was standing up in her crib, awaiting for my arrival, looking like this:
And then I was instantly reminded of the band Flock Of Seagulls. Need I say more?

Uber what??

I came to the realization today that I'm not as cool as I once was (or at least as I once thought I was). Jason and I were in church today listening to a very compelling sermon on the grace of God when our pastor brought up the term "uber" as something the kids say now a days to describe an extreme. For example, someone is "uber rich" or "uber cool". Apparently, it comes from the German language and I'm so out of touch with this term that I don't even know if I'm spelling it correctly. Anyway, as I heard this I turned to Jason with a puzzled look, for I had never heard of such a ridiculous thing. I was hoping to see the same look of bewilderment back, but instead got a "You've never heard that? Where have you been?" And that's when I realized that I'm a wee bit out of touch with the goings on in the world. I'm that mom that I once rolled my eyes at. The mom that when I was a teenager insisted on saying "NOT!!" about 5 years after it was cool. (By the way, wasn't there a Friends episode where Ross uses a laundry detergent called Uberweiss? But I digress...)

Anyway, in the hopes that I'm not the only person out of touch with the youth of our nation, I've added a poll on this blog for you guys to tell me whether or not you had heard the term "uber" before. I may find that everyone else has heard of this and I'm just uber dorky...

The Little Gymnast

Today was Presleigh's first class at the Little Gym. We enrolled her in the hopes that she could get some energy out while at the same time learning and having fun. To say that our goal was accomplished is an understatement. Jason took her into the class while Squid and I watched from the "viewing area" behind the glass. I laughed while watching my little munchkin hang from the uneven bars like a monkey, roll down a hill of mats like a roly-poly, and smile all the while. The best part, though, was watching my hubby roll around on the ground with her, helping her do somersaults and having just as much fun as her. And then I thought to myself, "I'm a pretty lucky girl." I continued my thoughts about how great my life is when all of a sudden I was interrupted by the munchkin tapping on the glass trying to get my attention. She wanted to be sure I was watching her and of course, I was. I have to say, I'm proud of my little one. She was the youngest one in the class but she hung in there and kept up with all the older kids. In fact, we had to drag her out the door kicking and screaming because she had so much fun. We'll have to work on that part....

Welcome to our blog

In an effort to keep friends and family up to date on the crazy happenings in our household Jason and I have joined the blogging world. It's only fitting, then, that I begin our blog recounting an experience I had the other day....I had just gotten home from running some errands with the girls and was starting a round of diaper changes. Squid (that's Sydney to those of you who don't know the crazy nicknames we have adopted) was changed and happy. P (Presleigh aka P, Pmunch, munchy, munchkin, p-mizzunch, etc.), on the other hand, was poopy and not so happy. I proceeded to change her, only to have her jump up butt naked and go running across her room. She apparently was not done making her deposit and decided that the carpet next to her crib was the best spot to finish such a task. Yes, my daughter pooped on the floor. And so, my friends, goes another day in the Adam circus. Stay tuned....