My oh my, how the tables have turned

So since we've been living together, yes we lived in sin for 6 months prior to our wedding...I think Satan is licking his chops as we speak, I have been a person who goes to sleep early. I always blamed this on working. I would tell Ryan that working makes you tired. He always doubted me, as many days I still do not think he left the house (as proven the 86 thousand times I busted him lying to me about going to work) He would make fun of me all the time for going to bed at 10 p.m. or falling asleep sooner on the couch while watching TV. Then when I was pregnant I would fall asleep at 6:30 p.m. on the couch, again I would remind him working takes a toll on your body. He again thought I was lying....He'd stay up till 1 or 2 a.m. (which might have been the reason he never went to work on his school stuff during the day) and would nap at lunch. He had the life while I slaved and put food on the table.
Well seems as though now that I'm not working, can sleep later and nap in the afternoons (if I so choose) and Ryan is working someone is a little more tired these days. Waking up at 6:00 a.m. is starting to get the best of him. Last night around 9:30 p.m. someone whose names starts with an R and ends with yan was sleeping on the couch....I meaning out cold, snoring and all....I my friends was STILL awake. When I woke him up he said " I didn't realize it was that late" I kindly reminded him it was only 10:30 and then laughed a little to myself.
Seems week two has just begun and someone is super tired when he gets home from work. And might I add that everyday when his alarm goes off I smile to myself and think it's nice sleeping a little later every morning.

A even bigger highlight of my day...this happened mostly because Ryan was not around...but THREE people told me that Reese looks JUST like me. Three people just this afternoon. Someone even said "Look at your little twin there" My baby looks like me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!! Those three people are awesome!!!!!

my kiddo

She's been a little congested lately, might be the weather considering it's 59 when we walk in the morning and 87 when we play outside in the afternoon. Either way along with the Vick's Baby Rub on her chest, the vaporizer going at night and the newly propped mattress she's been feeling a little better today. We propped up the head of her mattress so the snot would drain better while she sleeps. I don't think it does any good...considering when she wakes up she's slid slightly down the incline and is sideways in her crib. She makes me laugh. I woke up to this position this morning. She was in the same spot when she woke up from her nap this afternoon as well. We lowered the incline a little bit tonight so we'll see where she moves herself tomorrow. She mostly does this after she wakes up sometime in the 20 minutes I allow her to talk to herself in the morning while I listen on the monitor to her and somehow sleep a few extra minutes. She'll just talk to herself (and her pink elephant in the corner of her bed) and when you go in to get her she gets so excited you are there, she'll kick her legs and laugh at you until you pick her up. That is my favorite part of the day.

While I eat lunch Reese chews on her Bumbo. I think the chair feels good on her gums

Napping in Mom's bed is way cooler than napping in my crib

A few things I miss....and other random thoughts

about College Station:
9. good pedicures
8. stores that are not 20 minutes away
7. knowing the channel numbers I like to watch
6. my old DVR machine
5. my mom's condo at lunch
4. Reese being a good sleeper
3. our old shower
2. gossiping at work
1. my friends

things I don't miss about College Station:
3. traffic
2. my small duplex (even though it was a great place to live)
1. not having to drive Ryan's truck (and Ryan not having to drive his truck)

One of my wishes may be coming true in the VERY near future. Ryan has agreed that it is a waste of money to have his truck continue to sit in our driveway (he has a company car) and to waste our money on insurance when he doesn't need it. He even spoke to someone today and hauling it to Mexico and selling. It served a purpose when we were in College Station, getting him to and from school, although at times a mule might have been more reliable. So maybe in a few short weeks that green beast, a.k.a. the "shaggin' wagon" (Do not ask my why we started calling it that...I didn't make it up) will be gone and I won't have to worry about how much it will cost the next time it breaks down.

I should also mentioned....three days of stroller strides down...2 pounds closer to my goal weight and feeling good. I even took the dog and Reese on an hour long walk today through the subdivision...I grew up surrounded by hills and haven't seen one since I was 14....good thing my week of squats has come and past because there are BIG hills here and I walked them all. I think I am about two weeks away from a running stroller...it would be so much easier in class....I'll be saving my money...

Reese and I also spent about two hours the past few days swinging on our swing set. She and I both enjoy it...although I need a little bit bigger of a swing...my ass is bigger than the average 5 year old. Chewie also loves the swing set...Ryan who never stops shocking me with the stupid crap he does to the dog, put her on the slide twice...needless to say she hated it. I hope she pees on his pillows.

More pictures will be posted this next week...

day two

Today was day two of stroller strides. My first day was not really a normal class, in Corpus the wind was blowing at hurricane like speeds so we couldn't really walk around the park. Instead we jogged around an little theatre (which provided excellent coverage from the wind), did lots of squats and abs and got a good work out. I was good until about Tuesday night when my joints felt like rocks and I think my body was cursing me. Yes I am fat and clearly out of shape. Everyone in the class is about as big around as my pinkie finger so it's good motivation for me to drop some more pounds.

Since it was raining this a.m. we met at the mall...more power walking this time, but WAY more cardio bursts...I think the killer for me was the squats and then jumping up and going back into a squat that pretty much did me in. All in all another excellent work out. Reese played with her toys the whole time and did very well. I met some more very nice people and am sure I will see them again.

I bought Reese a hat at Target to help keep the sun out of her face on the super sunny days we'll have in Corpus while she is riding in the stroller. I had to add some more velcro since the one that came on the hat was too big. Clearly she's not a big fan of having anything around her chin...let's hope it's because she was tired and I was messing with her before bed.

Well I am off to continue to wait for the cable guy to arrive...between 12-5 always means 4:45....tomorrow Chewie goes to the new vet to get her bloodwork checked after her brush with death.

another classic poo story...kids gotta love them

Tonight we ate dinner with Ryan's new boss. We left the house with a well fed child and a well stocked diaper bag. THANK goodness I was on my toes when packing the bag...as always my baby picks the perfect times to drop bombs.
So as soon as we sit down in the resturant I can tell Reese is creating a lovely package for me to clean up. Eyes are watering, face is red, classic signs. Knowing how she operates I wait about 2 minutes after she stops grunting, never take the diaper off too early (This reminds me of her first day of daycare..they took the diaper off too early and she pooped on another kid). So I wait the appropriate time limit and go to change her. As I unbuckle her car seat I can see I am in for a treat. She has poop up to her boobs that has already soaked through the shirt. I brace myself for what is about to come. Knowing that I have to make a good first impression being the wife of a PhD. (not that it's that important, he's smart but I am as dumb as a box of rocks, sometimes anyway) I take her to the bathroom in her carseat to spare the remaining diners from upchucking their undigested food. As I get into the bathroom I realize that the "changing station" is right next to the door and in front of the sink in a rather small three stall bathroom. Clearly a man designed this...I always tend to enjoy the changing tables that are in the stall of the handicap stalls. Macaroni Grill has a excellent changing table inside the hadicap stall, this should be duplicated in all women's restrooms. If you have had a kid, seeing a crap diaper is not a big deal, but for those who do not have kids, the first thing they see when they come into the bathroom is usually NOT a naked baby with poop up to her boobs. So I jam the carseat and diaper bag under the changing table, load her on there, remove the change of clothes and the 1/4 gallon of wipes I had to prepare me before I unleash the beast of a diaper.
Poop might not be the way to describe this diaper. Reese pretty much pooped liquid. Ah the joys of breastfed babies who are teething. My child is now buck naked on the table, and close to being covered in poop...real nice...It might have been more effective to do one of two things...if one of these had crossed my mind at the time I might have opted to do either one. Anyone would have been able to call CPS while this was going on, I am sure they discourage people from either one of these options....
1. Fill the sink with water and give her a quick improptu bath
2. Dunk her in the tiolet and flush...maybe the water would wash her off and I would not have to tough it...again thank god that I did not think of these until AFTER she was changed.
I use all but one wipe to get off all the poop from this kid. Wrap her clothes in paper towels (note to self, put plastic grocery sacks in the diaper bag, we have them in the car but also now needed in the diaper bag...I need a diaper arsenal) I use the one remaining wipe to clean my hands which were also slightly covered in poop...yes folks there was that much. She's talking to herself, laughing and having a GRAND time this whole ordeal...nothing bothers her.
Get her changed into her new outfit, by this time I think it's been about 20 minutes since I left the table to begin this process. I am sure by this time someone has sent out a search party, and the waiter has asked 4 times if we were ready to order. I am about to pack her up when I look down. Yes folks, one spot left on my finger that I somehow missed that still has poop on it. I go to the sink to wash my hands, NO SOAP...nice....so I turn the water on hot, might be better described as 3rd degree burn hot...I scrub my hands with paper towels and hot water. I am pretty sure I burned off the top layer of my skin on the one hand, I had to pull my hand out of the stream of water three times because the damn water was so hot. Poop was removed from the hands...thank god I am right handed....poop was on left hand.
So I get back to the table, Reese is chilled out in the carseat, don't ask my how but she thankfully managed not to get poop in that, just on her on body. So I am checking my hands under the table to make sure I got all the poop off my hands. I was good. I can proceed breaking some bread off the loaf to eat.
All in all it was a nice dinner...minus that small incident. I think at this point it would be more effective to from now on just take her to the car and change her white trash style in the parking lot with the trunk of the car open and her laid out back there. More surface area to spread things out and more room in the car to store that wipe arsenal I would need in times like this.
I sure hope that his boss did not see my child with that much poop seeping through her clothes, what a great first impression.

Tomorrow we start stroller strides, a walking, resistance band work out for Mom wwhile baby rides comfortably in the stroller. It's time to get serious about losing weight. My brother in law is getting married in June and I will NOT be the fat one in the picture who hasn't been about to lose the baby weight....my right thigh is about how much my future sister in law weighs so I have a lot to burn off not to look like two pigs fightin' under a blanket in every picture.

Nice Country America!

I just heard on the news that the Hurricane Katrina victims still living in FEMA trailers need to get out quick. Turns out the government issued trailers have formaldehyde in them, which is making people really sick. So now these people lost everything and on top of that the govn't helped make them sick...what's better they probably don't have good medical insurance to cover their dr. appts. I bet I know what Kayne West would say about this...."George Bush hates black people"

lots of pictures to post

Reese's room is done!

LOVES her jumperoo

as you can see from this line I was two rows through the parking lot and then back up the line facing my camera before I took the turn to the pictures below that lead to the front door....didn't know there were that many Democrats in Corpus

more people

that was the front of the line....clearly I was not close to that

dining room table and chairs...Thanks for the gift cards Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa

Gold living room, ryan doesn't like it but he will soon learn he has no choice in the matter

Reese's yellow room....sponsored by the McKey family of Hearne, Texas

Our "rodeo red" wall in the living, you can guess who picked this color out...my beloved sister

Don't worry we only filled 1/3 of this truck up with our stuff...seriously

Real white trash, Reese in her chair supervising as I pack the car to leave our favorite home in CS

crap piled in our kitchen

we piled as much crap as we could into Reese's room. Eddie, our packer, came out of there after about 6 hours and I heard him say "I didn't know there was a window in there" Yes we had a lot of crap

I'm back!

We got the Internet and cable up and running today. It's a miracle that I lasted this long without crawling into a hole and dying. I managed to survive, it was tough but alas I am here. The move went well, minus the fact that I lost my three boxes of beloved and tasy Girl Scount Cookies. Yes in a sad twist of fate the movers took them for the road trip and I hardly had any. I feel like it might have been the powers above letting me know I need to stop eating but either way I was bummed. I offered the movers (mainly Jack the older fellow) some cookies while he was packing. I was having one and I felt it was rude not to offer any to him. Several hours later when I needed a little afternoon pick me up I (they had left the house for the day) I went in the kitchen looking for my cookies. Ryan laughed and said he was pretty sure he heard Jack say "I'll take whatever I don't eat for the ride home" I hope Jack dined well on his trip back to Houston with my cookies. He was nice and left me literally 3 thin mints but I guess I didn't really need them to begin with.

They arrived with all our things on Monday, and I am still living amongst a cardboard jungle. I might have made more progress if I was not planning ways to kill my husband. Let me just mention how annoying it is when someone goes behind you and moves everything you unpacked and put away. It took two days to unload all the kitchen stuff for this very reason. I am apparently stupid and can not organize therefore Ryan felt it was in our best interest to move everything to new locations. So now when I need a zip lock bag I look in the cabinet I put it in, then stare blankly into the air thinking of the new place Ryan moved it to. REAL annoying. I can not wait for him to go back to work. I am actually thinking that in about one month, to drive him crazy, I will move everything back to where I wanted it in the first place. Sounds fun right?

We unpacked and assembled Reese's jumperoo and man does that kid love the toy. She has now figured out how to make the music and lights turn on by bouncing it herself so she's been jumping around like a manic the past few days making it go off. When she sets the music amd lights off I make a big deal and clap and tell her what a good job she did. This excites her more and she'll just smile and jump even more. It's a lot of fun.

I started unloading the clothes into our new HUGE master closet. I always knew this to be true but I can offically prove now that my husband owns more clothes than 1/2 the people on this planet. I have one small rod of clothes in the closet, he has 5 and there are clothes in an additional closet as well. It's INSANE. The man throws nothing away, he hords, if it were left up to him he would be one of those people who has a small walking trail in his house and there would be crap everywhere else. It's sickening really.

Today I attempted to go see Hillary Clinton speak in Robstown, one town over from where I live. I saw yesterday on the "Pete's Chicken Shack" sign "Welcome our next President Hillary Clinton"...random...as we're driving to Target I tell Ryan that she's got to be coming, he of course (because he knows everything) tells me she's not coming and I'm dumb...turns out I WAS RIGHT (I wish he would accept this is the case most times) and she was coming to town. So I went over there thinking it would be a great way to listen to her speak in a town hall meeting. I had NO idea how many democrats were in this town, but when I got there I realized that many minorities are democratic and I being white, am now the minority. So I waited in line with literally about 10,000 people and did not even get into the door. I stood in line from 11:30 until 1 when I gave up because there were about 2,000 more people in front of me and they were saying it was at capacity already. In the short time I was outside, in 69 degree weather I got slightly sunburned. A very mild red but red. So considering it's February 13 I guess I now see that living near the water I will need to be in sunscreen ALL the time. Reese will be swimming in Water Babies sunblock by the end of the summer. I'm going to be so tan, I can't wait. I love being tan, seriously that and getting my haircut and like my two most favorite things in the whole world.

Ok, so that was a long one. I will post some pictures from the past week tomorrow when I have some more down time. Until then have fun!

I'll be back

I suppose I will be out of pocket for a short while. Ryan and I are starting the moving process tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. when I plan on sitting on the couch and watching the movers pack all my crap. Somehow I think this will be a CF to end all CFs. Anyway as Ryan has not done his part and did not arrange for the cable and Internet to be working when we arrive I think I will be sans electronics for a week or so. I don't fully understand this...he moves me to damn near Mexico, yanks me from all my friends, drops me off in a new place and leaves me with no way of mass communicating...bastard. Anyway I will be back soon. Try not to miss me too much but a weekend of painting with my crazy family is likely to produce a few good stories.

Chewie

We picked up Chewie this morning from the hospital. She seems to be doing a lot better, MUCH better from when I dropped her off. She was very excited to see us. Still no real cause for what happened. Her ultasound was clear so maybe this was just a freak thing. Let's hope we don't repeat this process. She's on a boiled chicken and rice diet right now and in about two days she can eat her regular food again.

Chewie update

They called at 2:30 this morning and let her know she was doing better after they put her in the IV. On a scale of 1-100, 100 being the worst, she was at at 78 when we brought her in (her dehydration). When they called us she was back down to about 55. Blood work came back normal and they were still running some tests....more to come