Chewie a.k.a. "The Chewbabe" is in the hospital right now. She got pretty sick tonight so I took her into the doggie ER and she's being checked out. She's currently getting IV fluids to rehydrate her and they are starting tests to see what is going on with her. We had a pretty rough night before I went in with her. Please keep The Chewbabe in your thoughts as we consider her one of our kids.

Big day!

Reese had a big day yesterday at school. Word on the street is that she rolled over twice. She was searching for her pacifier and rolled over to get it. Of course she didn't do it once we got home, she came close but never showed us. Go figure. Her teacher said the second time she rolled over she must have worn herself out because she fell asleep on her arm, she just can't seem to get it out from her under after she rolls. We'll keep working on that at home. Friday she'll be four months. Man how time flies. Monday she is scheduled to get her shots which I am sure she will not be too happy about.

Got Milk?

Got milk? Yup that's my arsenal of breast milk. I'm not sure how much that is (total oz. wise) but I am pretty sure I could feed her for the next two months with what's in there. It's a good thing we got rid of all the meat we had because there's not much room for anything else. Our new fridge will be able to hold all this and more. (It's 7 gallon size zip lock bags full o' milk)

time spent at the new house

Me and Reese at the house

Bading family at their new abode

Chewie playing nicely with her baby

Reese fits perfectly under the cabinets.....not for long

BUSTED! She's her father's daughter

Reese had to sit in the corner after we busted her drinking.

I now enjoy chewing on the side, makes my teeth feel better.

Too much wood, from floor to ceiling cleaning that takes about 2 hours....did I mention there's more wood in the dining room....next scheduled cleaning will be in July

Reese chillin' in her Bumbo while we cleaned the house

Reese is like her Mom...she loves to talk

As you can see little Miss Reese loves to talk. I love to listen and talk back. Her new routine is to wake up around 5:45 a.m. and talk to herself. I let her talk while I get some things ready in the morning. She has a little pink elephant in her crib and she rolls half way over and looks up at it and talks. It's really cute. This clip is from the other night. She talks to us while we cook dinner.

some things I will never understand

A few years ago I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. I wanted to use a credit card because as we all know I NEVER carry cash. My Nana once gave me $20 dollars in small bills to keep in my glove box in case I got stuck somewhere but I never have any cash in my wallet. Ryan yells at me for that all the time. So anyway, I go to use the credit card and the wonderful postal worker tells me I can not use the card because on the signature line I had written "Ask for ID" (I am big into not being a poor sucker of identity theft) So I explain to her all she has to do is look at my ID and see that I am the card holder. She continues to be dumb and says I can't use the card. So I pull out another card which is unsigned. I asked if I can use that and she said as long as it's signed. So I signed the card in front of her and she allowed me to use it. I never fully understood that because anyone could have taken my card signed my name and used it, but she wouldn't let me use the card that said "Ask for ID" when I could prove it was my card. STUPID!
So today I went to the hospital so I could pay my bill from childbirth...I know I know almost 4 months since I had her but I like to take my time doing things esp. if it means having to give away some of my money. I am cheap and if it's a significant amount of money I don't like seeing my bank account go down, I only like for it to go up. So I asked for itemized statements a while back and was told that I can not ask for them over the phone I would have to go to the hospital and ask for them.
I work on the ass other end of the planet compared to the hospital. For me to go there during "normal business hours" is virtually impossible. It would take me an hour to get there and back and I don't have time for that stuff. So I go today and request the statement before I pay the bill. She tells me I will have to fill out a form and come back in 24 to 48 hours to pick it up. She could not tell me if it would be 24 or 48 hours but it would be sometime in that time frame. So I again don't have time for that crap. I just paid the bill.
Not before I went Mad Dog Jr. on her (my Mom is the original Mad Dog). I asked how she expects anyone to actually pay a bill when the won't give out statements without a two day grace period and when they won't send them in the mail. Makes no sense to me. So I fill out the form requesting the statement in the mail just so I have it.
The form says list services rendered on the date of the bill in question....if I know what services were rendered I wouldn't be asking for the bill. So I tell the woman that I don't know what was done. She looks me up in the computer and tells me what the itemized bill says but again she can't print it up for 24-48 hours.
Great Country America. Our health system is wonderful! (so is our postal service)

Maybe it's just me but this kid is CUTE!

Trying so hard to roll over!

Britney Spears...poor girl

So about two weeks ago we had a very white trash moment. It all started with a trip to Target. My kiddo fully enjoys not regularly using the restroom (number two style) Those moms who have had similar experiences will know exactly what I'm talking about. Instead of regular daily deposits in the diaper she stores it up for a good three days and then unleashes the fury. I think she finds it enjoyable, it's like she has created the diabolical plan and waits for it to be put in motion. So we take a nice family outing to Target. We're in there no more than 2 minutes, standing in the return line and I can smell it. She's smiling and having a good time, heck I would too after that. So I inform Ryan she either crapped herself or the lady behind me needs a shower BIG time.

We return the watch that I had brought the day before that had it's days confused and go to get a new one. I stealth it and smelled her diaper but it no longer smelled. Crisis averted, the lady behind us needed a shower.

So we get into the car and I mentioned to Ryan that just in case we should check her diaper. So we pull into the back of the parking lot so we can lay her down in the trunk and and change her, as not to look like total white trash. Normally I would have just gone home but we were about to go grocery shopping at HEB which is across the street from Target so we figured we better change her before we went and did that.

So as soon as we lay her down I can see she set that plan in motion and now I have to pay the price. As I unsnap the pants it has oozed out of the diaper. Yup pants are not wearable. As you can imagine, neither is the onesie.

I run out of wipes in our travel case, this is how bad it is. I have poop under my fingernails. I am gagging from the sheer volume. Ryan is standing there literally just laughing...so I start to laugh and now I'm covered in poop and about to pee in my pants. This is NOT good. I manage to regain control of the situation.

I manage to get most of the poop off, making the best use of what wipes I did have. Thankfully it wasn't too cold that day because Reese rode home Sean Spears Federline style....just her diaper. She felt so good she feel asleep on the way home, we obviously did NOT go to HEB until after we went home and changed her.

I know load the wipe contained full before any trips away from home.