Race to the Dog Food

Announcer: And their OFF! It seems Little M. has a head start as she chose to start the race while mom was FOLDING clothes.

Mom: little M. No No you can't eat dog food.

Little M.: DA DA DA DA (said in a very high pitch scream).

Announcer: This is a going to be a close one. Who will reach the dog food first. WHO WILL IT BE!

Announcer: Little M. has some dog food in her hand will it make it to her mouth. Oh foiled again! mom swooped in from outer field and stole the play!

This is what my life would be like if I had a sports caster narrate my life. Little M. has a new fascination with dog food. Sammies dog food happens to be in our loft area right where little M. plays most of the day. This has become very annoying for me needless to say. We are currently looking for a place to relocate the dog food but there is really no where to put it where sammy could get it and little M. can't. So for now Sammies dog food sits on top of his cage and he can eat when little M. is sleeping.

100% Calm Tomorrow Not Today

So for those of you who have been following for a while you all know that Malia is a small baby.

Her 9 month doctors appointment was yesterday. I was a little nervous all day thinking all of the things the doctor would tell me.

"We will have to admit her for failure to thrive" (This actually happened to a baby around her age for only being 13 pounds and that was the only thing wrong. There was no develop mental problems just weight.)

"She doesn't weigh enough we will have to run some tests" (Which I know isn't a big deal moms have to deal with a lot worse. I think the thing that would kill me is waiting to see if something is wrong with her.)

So by the time I reached the doctor I was on edge. Over the last couple of months I have been trying to reassure myself. Tyler was 18 pounds at three this is normal. Then I would see other babies the same age as her and they are triple her size! Then other moms would say (as they hold their 20 pound babies) she is just fine I would never worry about that.

So we got there nervous stomachs and everything. We continued to wait in the waiting room for 45 min! (My doctor is a chatty one which I like when I am seeing him not while I am waiting for him). So when we finally went back they weighed her. Her weight at 4 months was 12 lbs 9 oz at 6 months it was still 12 lbs 9 oz. She now weighs 13 lbs 14 oz! I felt a small victorious cheer go on in my stomach.

We then waited for the doctor I was feeling good about myself I mean she had gained weight thats all we needed. So the doctor comes in "She needs to gain more weight." We are now back on nursing every 3 hours plus solids (packed full of butter) three times a day. She has to go back in 6 weeks for another weight check.

I just can't help but worry, if things were normal I wouldn't have to do this. I know things could be a lot worse but I just wish everything was normal. I am slowly adjusting to the new schedule of nursing alot again and calming down. I plan on being 100% calm about it tomorrow.

Writters Blogging Block

WRITERS BLOGGING BLOCK is a condition, associated with writing a blog, in which a blogger loses the ability to produce anything that evokes any humor. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in being humorous. At the other extreme, some "Blocked" bloggers have not been unable to ever entertain anyone again. It can manifest as the affected blogger viewing their posts as dull or lifeless, when in fact it could be the opposite. There are some symptoms of this condition listed below. If you have any of these symptoms please visit other bloggers immediately to see if you can find any inspiration.

- May have 3-5 new posts saved as drafts, but can not post them as they are not "good enough".

- May lay awake at night after checking their blog thinking they really should update their blog. BUT WITH WHAT!

- May try to be finding humor in things that are in fact very boring.

- May not have updated their blog in quite a while.

- May have slight jealousy towards other bloggers who seem to never run out of anything to say.

I have decided that I am afflicted with this illness hopefully only temporarily. Please hold while I search for something to write about. I have a feeling it will be tomorrow or maybe the next day but its coming!

The Closet

I may or may not be feeling extremely lazy recently. This may be why I have not posted since Thursday. Or maybe that's why the laundry is not done. None the less I am back.

Today started off pretty good took a trip to Costco with a friend. I came home and did not feel any motivation to do anything. After a while I finally got up some motivation and cleaned out my closet!! Hooray!!

Three months ago I organized my closet to try and get rid of some clothes. If you are like me you can not part with clothing easily. The conversations that go on in my head I am sure would be very entertaining.

Me: I haven't worn these pants since we got married and there is no way I will ever fit these pants again. I should throw these away.

Hoarder in Me: But you wore these pants on the day you went ring shopping with Tyler. How could you possibly be thinking about throwing these away!

Me: I really don't think I should keep this hoodie it has a picture of Tiger on it. I am trying to look more like a grown up. ( I am sick of people commenting on how hard it is to be a teen mom. I AM NOT A TEEN MOM.)

Hoarder in Me: But what if all 12 of your other hoodies are dirty and you need one. You DO NOT want to run out of hoodies.

Me: This jacket is pink its pink why do you have this jacket! It has the tags on it still and you have never worn it ever.

Hoarder in Me: But someone gave you this jacket and when they bought it I am sure it was expensive. Maybe some day I will find a use for this jacket.

So to fight this inner battle 3 months ago I separated all my clothing on to two racks. One rack was for clothes I was going to keep and the other was the ones I couldn't decide on.

Today was the day I went into my closet with no remorse. I had not worn any of these items of clothing for 3 months! I do not need this clothing! I just took 90% of these items and threw them in the donation pile. I did keep some of the items that I just couldn't decide on. I know I know I should just get rid of them but I can't bring myself to purge that much.

Here is to spring cleaning!

Standing Proud

Malia is now pulling herself up to stand on everything and I MEAN everything. She even walked her hands up the wall and stood against the wall this morning. She doesn't even need an edge to pull herself up on now!

My baby learns everything so fast. She doesn't slowly start to try to pull herself up and have attempt after attempt. She shows no interest in this activity at all until one day HOORAY she does it perfect the first time. I can't believe how many milestones she has reached now!

Now with this new accomplishment comes its own little challenges. So this is a warning to all you new moms out there that every time they learn something new you need to adjust how you do things and I mean every time.

#1: She has forgotten how to nap.

Normally I put Malia down for a nap start her music and walk out of the room she cries for like 5 minutes and then she is out. Now that she has learned to pull herself up she stands on the side of her crib and cries for about ten minutes and then sits down. Then about 5 minutes later she gets back up and stands and cries and cries. (Poor girl)

#2: The Joys of Shopping

Now that Malia has become more mobile shopping has become a challenge. We were a Walmart today looking for mothers day cards ( Which by the way is really stressful remind me to tell you later). She decided to start exploring the cart. She was sitting in the car all strapped in and I am reading card after card. I glance over at Malia to make sure she is alright and to my surprise she had just finished turning herself around in her seat and she is attempting to stand she has the seat belt on so this is not possible but she sure tried. This scared me and I am trying to think of a solution to my shopping cart problems. I will let you know if I find one.

#3: Play Time

I used to just let malia crawl around downstairs and play I watched her of course but I did not have to be like a hawk. I now have to hover over her as she tries to climb the stairs. Which she did successfully get up one stair yesterday. Go Malia! This cuts my time down to about an hour a day to get all of my chores done.

So here is to milestones and adjusting your parenting technique.

My House Is A Toy Box

The Picture From My Eyes: When I get up for the day and start doing my daily chores I feel like my house could eat me alive for breakfast some mornings. I always keep my home fairly clean, clean enough that I could have people stop by with out being embarrassed. In my mind I look around and know that I haven't cleaned the cupboards in months, I need to vacuum, and those dishes in the sink might as well be touching the ceiling they look so overwhelming. One day I was standing looking at my house and feeling overwhelmed.

I all the sudden hear Malia squeal for excitement I turn to see her pulling herself up to stand on her bouncer chair! I then remember something my Father In-Law told me while I was pregnant. "Your house will be a toy box, and that's ok!"

So today that is my motto "My house is a toy box and that's ok because I would rather be playing with my little girl".