Posted by: mommamelissa on: December 5, 2009
I have an eight toothed angel in my house right now. She is the cutest, funniest little girl. She crawls everywhere. Really fast too. My daughter can pull herself up next to the couch or anything else that catches her fancy. She loves her brothers Leap Frog table thingy. She loves her brother and follows him everywhere, laughs at what he says and what he does and thinks he is the cats meow. Through this her favorite thing in the world beside mommy is paper. She covets paper, any kind. Newspapers, books, scraps, receipts, packaging, any kind. Now my son was an angel and only once or twice ate anything off the floor. My daughter, the angel eats everything! Especially the above mentioned paper. She loves it. Grosses me out. She has microscopic eyes that spot a minuscule piece and yummy in the tummy. I have also on two different occasions found two a piece of dog food that my dog has dropped as he munches and walks. Gross. What is the appeal? I don’t know. Good times. Oh and a side note, I really do vacuum like everyday so I really don’t know where the stuff is that she finds.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 30, 2009
I hope that all of you had a wonderful THanksgiving. I know that I did. Family, food, and no arguing was the order of the day. I am off to see my best friend tomorrow. I am very excited and can’t wait. I had a lovely birthday and was surprised with a cake and dinner provided by my husband’s family. Will update about my visit later.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 19, 2009
Overheard:
My son saying “Where’s JR?”
Hid underneath pillows.
My reply: “I don’t know. Where are you?”
Eduardo: “I’m under the pillows.”
Hide and seek made easy.
My son: “Where’s JR?”
Me: I don’t know. Where are you?”
Eduardo: “I’m in the box.”
Not the greatest hider but I have to say, totally cute.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 16, 2009
Bought the cutest pair of soft soled shoes for Elisa today. She is a whopping size 2 in infants. That means it is slightly above tenee weenie to just tenee. She looks adorable in them. Hopefully now she will stop eating her socks (relax, She just chews on them). She pulls herself up by the couch and hangs on. She has things to see, people to watch, scraps of paper to go find so she is on the move. Also, she now sports a full six tooth smile. Way too pretty. Loving my babies. Feeling much better.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 14, 2009
Here I sit again. It is 2 am and I am the only one that is up right now. My children and my husband are breathing the restful breaths of REM sleep and here I sit with my computer. I find it oddly comforting to “talk” via my computer. This has been a week to forget. I got my medication tonight and took it right on schedule when my alarm went off on my cell phone. I have plans for tomorrow that involve a football game but as much as I want to go and be there at the same time I don’t want to. I don’t think that I am going to be appropriate company for the couple that is going to the game with us. I am really in a funk tonight. I am sitting here struggling, holding back tears, wanting to cry and I really can’t pinpoint a reason. I had a good day and got out of the house and felt great earlier. It’s like being on a freaking roller coaster and I don’t know when it is going to stop. I really can’t let my medication run out again. If I have to beg, borrow, and get on my knees and beg some more I will. This is horrible. I really don’t even like me right now. I sound whiny, ungrateful, and no fun. I guess I will go and lay down and try to get a hour or so of sleep. No fun at all. Guess I will decide about the game here in a while because if I am still feeling like this in the more AM, I am not going to subject others to my funk. It is bad enough my hubby has to be around me.
Wish me luck.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 13, 2009
I have stated previously and written about my fight with postpartum depression. I have been doing rather well with it until last night and today. It has been a stressful week, month, year. All of October was spent taking care of sick people, my son and my husband, followed up with the end of October being an ear infection for my son and daughter. I felt like crap a couple days and carried on because I am too busy to be sick. Then we ran out of money by Saturday and so on Monday with my daughter not being better but being worse and making a joint decision as parents that she needed to go on the medicine that we got from the Dr “just in case.” No money, no gas. Off I went to the pawn shop where I sold some gold that I never wear. The thing is that I still didn’t have money for what I needed, my medicine. I am out of both my thyroid and pp medicine. I have been making do this last week with taking one pill every other day. So thank God today is payday. What?! It is but isn’t. How does that happen? Well thanks to Veterans Day (no offense) we got screwed and our automatic deposit isn’t going in until hopefully tomorrow. However I had a meltdown of sorts last night and really need my meds. This has made me realize that I am nowhere near being ready to go off my medication. I couldn’t get the kids in bed. Eddy was already sleeping for his day shift and when I got Elisa asleep, her eyes popped open the minute I put her in bed. Suddenly I felt the overwhelming urge to run away, far away. I dreamed of Africa or anywhere else. I cried as I held my daughter because I wanted so badly for my husband to take her and my son and get them in bed and because he didn’t listen to me say I am losing it tonight please help, never mind that I might have whispered it or spoken rather silently. I woke up today feeling depressed and down and not wanting to do anything. My husband isn’t a bad person, he like me is tired and working hard. We just need to get back into the team work thing and I seriously need to focus on me again. I am tired of taking care of sick people. I want to be taken care of. In the meanwhile, I pray for payday and hope that tonight is better.
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Update: I talked with my husband later in the night. Cried a lot and told him that I am losing it again. I told him that I am out of touch with myself and need some time. He stayed up until after 10pm to help with the kids. I really appreciate it.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 9, 2009
My daughter is strong. She is 7 1/2 months old and is quickly on her way to walking. My son started to walk at 8 1/2 months. She is going to be close to that. She is pulling herself up to stand next to the couch or chairs or leaning on a person. I can’t believe the strength that she has. I have always wanted a baby that would lay there and be content to be a baby but it appears that neither of my children are that. However I will say that despite them both being extremely active, they are both cuddle bugs. Meaning I get great hugs, sloppy kisses, and in the case of my daughter, she tries to eat/bite my chin and cheeks. When she falls asleep, it is the best thing in the world when it is my arms because there is nothing that fills a heart more then looking down at something you’ve made and something that makes your heart beat. I can’t express how proud I am of my kids and how much I love them. My little super girl and my little man. Boy is getting thick in here.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 6, 2009
Merry Christmas everyone! Huh? What? Christmas is still a month and some away? Boy I thought it was here with all the stupid Christmas commercials that I have been privy to on the tv. Did you know that layaway is back? Nope. Well if you watch tv you would. There are upteen commercials about it. I mean I get it , sort of. Everyone is trying to make a buck and if you start airing those stupid commercials in freakin October then maybe it will bring in a few extra then why not. It just grates on my nerves though that companies are so desperate to take money from us. I myself will be making calculated decisions about what to purchase and where the cheapest price is. I also will not layaway anything as I care not to. Well this is my rant for now.
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 3, 2009
My husband told me today that our daughter looks like a basketball player. He was of course making fun of her. I dressed her in a summer one piece shorts outfit, tights to keep her legs warm, socks to keep the tights from getting dirty when she crawls, and knee pads for when she crawls. I think he had the sport wrong. It should have been volleyball. What does he know?
Posted by: mommamelissa on: November 1, 2009
I wish that I could say that it was my love toy on the side or my secret boyfriend or anything other then who it is. I can’t. I have no love toy, nor a boyfriend, just a husband, and an irrational fear of Jason Vorhees. It was a lovely day spent with friends at the BSU game. BSU won. Then off for trick-or-treating events. I put my daughter in the stroller and my son dressed as Batman walked. We went to a few houses before my son ate #@!@! I had him walk to the houses by himself and ring the bell and say “Trick or Treat.” I would stand on the side walk and watch. After he got his candy I and was headed back I would start to walk and let him catch up. Mind you, I was only a couple steps ahead of him and after a few houses he freaked out and ran really quick. He slid into third base only we weren’t playing baseball and his pumpkin pail went rolling, his candy spewed, and his pride ate dirt. So I ended up carrying him for a few houses and saying “Trick or Treat” for him until he got back into the rhythm of it. We were cruising until I got a set of houses with their lights on. One with normal lights and one with spooky lights and fog. We went to the one house and then I noticed him, the man I fear, Jason Vorhees. My son was already freaked out by the decorations at the other house so I was prepared to skip the house especially when I hear the freakin Friday the 13th music playing. My heart was pounding and I was ready to take off running, with or without the stroller, with or without either kid. Jason was holding his child in one arm and his bloody knife in the other. I will probably have nightmares tonight. The wife came down to the end of the driveway when she saw that we weren’t going up there. I mean hello, does it look like I want to be killed?!? Everyone that knows me, truly knows me, knows that I am scared beepless of Jason.
Other then that a wonderful night – full moon and all.
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