TMI?.. Don't worry, I won't give the gory details, but this is a web log of our life, so this counts.
After last months 'chemical pregnancy', the DR told us to keep trying and not worry about it. Now we have the second 'chemical pregnancy' (meaning the pregnancy ended before the 5-6 mark).
Yes, I can be practical about it. Monday's hcg was 16ml, today's was 4ml. My body knew the eggs weren't viable or that my uterus couldn't hold them and did what it was supposed to do. The good news is we didn't go 8-9 weeks and see a heart beat only to lose that baby. I'm not asking the, "can we" question right now.
The more haunting thought to me is if life begins at conception (which I do believe), do we have two babies in heaven? Are they with my dad? My mom had a miscarriage before she had my sister. I have often wondered if we would meet a sibling when we came to end of this life and entered the next. Dad might have a house full of kids in heaven. It's an interesting prospect to me.
Anyways, my body needs a break. Forget the emotional aspect..try hormone fluctuation and cramping for two weeks!
What's next? I don't know. We leave for New York/Canada on Friday to visit Grandma and Grandpa Johnson for a week. I'll set up a consult when we get back. It's in God's hands. I know that.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Toddlers and showering
It took me four months to figure out how to do it, but finally success!
I have figured out how to take a long relaxing shower without worrying about Carter running rampant round the house:
Items Needed:
I have figured out how to take a long relaxing shower without worrying about Carter running rampant round the house:
Items Needed:
- Highchair with straps intact
- Non-toxic colors
- Large coloring pad
- Baby monitor
- Music or Pixar DVD of Carters choice (optional)
This only works once a day, so I use it wisely. He hasn't figured out the colors might fit up his nose or in his ears, so until then I only have to deal with this:
I have a strange desire to watch tron..
Sunday, February 22, 2009
It's a no nap kind of day
Have you had one of those days where your toddler misses their nap? I don't recommend it. My child turns into a melt down monster.
We didn't intend the day to start out that way.
Auntie Yvette invited us to her church's BBQ. There was food, bounce houses and lots of room to run and play safely, so we thought it would be a great idea to let the little man run out all his energy.
We had tons of fun and good food. A huge thanks to PalmView Assembly!
We didn't intend the day to start out that way.
Auntie Yvette invited us to her church's BBQ. There was food, bounce houses and lots of room to run and play safely, so we thought it would be a great idea to let the little man run out all his energy.
We had tons of fun and good food. A huge thanks to PalmView Assembly! It's 8:30pm and the little guys is still having trouble going down. I better go rescue Daddy.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I eat chicken!
We have three words!!!
Yes, while Daddy was changing his diaper our Carter uttered those three words. No he wasn't eating chicken during the diaper change, but I was going to make him lunch after.
Later during lunch he uttered the words, "I eat cheese".. and yes, he was eating cheese!!
This little guy is so amazing to us.
Did I tell you he LOVES airplanes? I swear he hear one crossing Texas. We will be sitting a the dinner table when he announces, "armane' and raises his hand to the sky.
These pictures are from cousin Sarah's baby shower today in the backyard with, you guessed it, lots of 'armanes' flying overhead.
Pretty good for a 20 month old..haha
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Missing Dad Today
It's strange the things that bring Dad to mind and how some days are harder than others.
Yesterday, I picked up my cousin Sarah from her house. As I waited in the car, sitting idle at the neighbors house, I found myself staring at an old air conditioner hanging from the side window of a 1960's home.
Suddenly, I was transported to Forth Worth, Texas in the 1970's. We (Mom, Dad, Becky and myself) lived in a brick house on Rector Ave.
Texas summers were hot enough to make the black top bubble and turn a house into an oven. We had two air conditioners hanging from our house. One in the master bedroom which sat at the top of a hallway containing the doors to two other bedrooms and a bathroom.
A second air conditioner hung out the back of our living room window which faced a large back yard complete with a metal swing set that tipped if you swung too high and a silk tree waaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the back at the far left corner.
The fences were all made of chain link back then and when my sister and I felt brave we ventured the mile it seemed to take to walk up to the silk tree and watch the worms spin while petting the neighbors chihuahua who always had a building tick hanging from it's forehead. Mom said if they removed it the dog would probably die.... HA!
In the summers, after Dad picked us up from school, he would tell us to go play at a friends house while he turned on the AC to cool everything off. I distinctly remember how it felt to come in from the heat to the coolness of our house...so many memories there:
A pet parakeet buried in the front yard; watching my parents from the hallway entrance as they sat at the kitchen table and cried into a yellow phone because dad's mom had just passed away; being chased by a wasp across yard after yard until it caught and stung me, then dad carried me home and put a paste made from meat tenderizer on the bite to draw out the poison; standing on the side of the house on a cold windy day and thinking to myself to always remember the feeling of the sun and cold wind mixed together on my skin; Joann Jacoby, Joyce Williamson, and Skeeter who chucked a sharpened wooden stick at me during a 'block fight' that almost skewered my eye, but instead nicked my cheek.
I remember we'd watch Star Trek in the evenings on a large push button TV that sat on the floor.
As I came forward from my memory, I was left with the overwhelming thought, "Dad was a kind and gentle man".
Today has been 7 months since Dad died. I miss him.
Yesterday, I picked up my cousin Sarah from her house. As I waited in the car, sitting idle at the neighbors house, I found myself staring at an old air conditioner hanging from the side window of a 1960's home.
Suddenly, I was transported to Forth Worth, Texas in the 1970's. We (Mom, Dad, Becky and myself) lived in a brick house on Rector Ave.
Texas summers were hot enough to make the black top bubble and turn a house into an oven. We had two air conditioners hanging from our house. One in the master bedroom which sat at the top of a hallway containing the doors to two other bedrooms and a bathroom.
A second air conditioner hung out the back of our living room window which faced a large back yard complete with a metal swing set that tipped if you swung too high and a silk tree waaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the back at the far left corner.
The fences were all made of chain link back then and when my sister and I felt brave we ventured the mile it seemed to take to walk up to the silk tree and watch the worms spin while petting the neighbors chihuahua who always had a building tick hanging from it's forehead. Mom said if they removed it the dog would probably die.... HA!
In the summers, after Dad picked us up from school, he would tell us to go play at a friends house while he turned on the AC to cool everything off. I distinctly remember how it felt to come in from the heat to the coolness of our house...so many memories there:
A pet parakeet buried in the front yard; watching my parents from the hallway entrance as they sat at the kitchen table and cried into a yellow phone because dad's mom had just passed away; being chased by a wasp across yard after yard until it caught and stung me, then dad carried me home and put a paste made from meat tenderizer on the bite to draw out the poison; standing on the side of the house on a cold windy day and thinking to myself to always remember the feeling of the sun and cold wind mixed together on my skin; Joann Jacoby, Joyce Williamson, and Skeeter who chucked a sharpened wooden stick at me during a 'block fight' that almost skewered my eye, but instead nicked my cheek.
I remember we'd watch Star Trek in the evenings on a large push button TV that sat on the floor.
As I came forward from my memory, I was left with the overwhelming thought, "Dad was a kind and gentle man".
Today has been 7 months since Dad died. I miss him.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
oon, ork, POOP!
Yes, those are the proud new words of our precious Carter.
He already has quite a lengthy vocabulary that I won't go into, but the latest he picked up on his own to the delight of his parents.
A few weeks ago, Carter was playing in the living room when he looked at me and said, "Poop!". I looked at Eric to see if I had heard right. To my recollection there was a scent that followed the proclamation which then set off cheers of, "Good boy, Carter" and " Yea Poop!" as we rushed him into the bedroom to change the masterpeice.
(Sp)oon and (F)ork arrived a little earlier than Poop and have now been joined with (S)uop, wap (grape), this, sit and a bunch of new stuff we haven't figured out yet. Phonics traing begins next week..seriously!
Poop is now also used for attention getting purposes and since the majority of Carter's responses are 'NO!' we have to wait for the scent to follow the proclaimation before we actually know if he did the deed. The cool thing is it means he will soon be ready for P-O-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-N-I-N-G...Woo hoo
He already has quite a lengthy vocabulary that I won't go into, but the latest he picked up on his own to the delight of his parents.
A few weeks ago, Carter was playing in the living room when he looked at me and said, "Poop!". I looked at Eric to see if I had heard right. To my recollection there was a scent that followed the proclamation which then set off cheers of, "Good boy, Carter" and " Yea Poop!" as we rushed him into the bedroom to change the masterpeice.
(Sp)oon and (F)ork arrived a little earlier than Poop and have now been joined with (S)uop, wap (grape), this, sit and a bunch of new stuff we haven't figured out yet. Phonics traing begins next week..seriously!
Poop is now also used for attention getting purposes and since the majority of Carter's responses are 'NO!' we have to wait for the scent to follow the proclaimation before we actually know if he did the deed. The cool thing is it means he will soon be ready for P-O-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-N-I-N-G...Woo hoo
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
SAHM I AM - For Now Anyways
What is a SAHM? It stands for Stay At Home Mom. Never have I understood the meaning of those words until now.
How did I ever have time to work, shower, brush my teeth? My hat is off to all you women who can rustle a toddler, do the dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning and have dinner on the table for your man when he gets home. This is a tough job. Forget looking good while doing it!
Yes, it is a delight to be home with my son, who is sick often, which is why we pulled him from daycare and is with me full time. (I was laid off in November)
My son climbs and runs and stands at the door repeating walk, walk, walk when he just can't be inside one more minute even if it's pouring down rain outside. He is a very good and loving child, but he has so much energy. This is going to get some taking used to.
Did you know children, your own flesh and blood whom you birthed, will KICK, BITE, HIT and PULL YOUR HAIR. Did you know this???? My precious little baby does this to me when he gets mad.
Have you ever tried to discipline a toddler??? Have you? Do you know what they do?
They LAUGH at you!
Seriously, if I don't stop him immediately from acting out, he acts like I'm crazy and has no idea why I'm upset with him. I actually have to call in the big guns (DADDY) and even that doesn't work sometimes.
This weekend I'm heading to IKEA for a time out chair (and maybe some colors and cool little gifts for him). I'll show him whose boss!!
We'll keep you posted.
How did I ever have time to work, shower, brush my teeth? My hat is off to all you women who can rustle a toddler, do the dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning and have dinner on the table for your man when he gets home. This is a tough job. Forget looking good while doing it!
Yes, it is a delight to be home with my son, who is sick often, which is why we pulled him from daycare and is with me full time. (I was laid off in November)
My son climbs and runs and stands at the door repeating walk, walk, walk when he just can't be inside one more minute even if it's pouring down rain outside. He is a very good and loving child, but he has so much energy. This is going to get some taking used to.
Did you know children, your own flesh and blood whom you birthed, will KICK, BITE, HIT and PULL YOUR HAIR. Did you know this???? My precious little baby does this to me when he gets mad.
Have you ever tried to discipline a toddler??? Have you? Do you know what they do?
They LAUGH at you!
Seriously, if I don't stop him immediately from acting out, he acts like I'm crazy and has no idea why I'm upset with him. I actually have to call in the big guns (DADDY) and even that doesn't work sometimes.
This weekend I'm heading to IKEA for a time out chair (and maybe some colors and cool little gifts for him). I'll show him whose boss!!
We'll keep you posted.
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