Sunday, February 26, 2012

Spring is trying to sprung

Even though the weather could be better, we decided to go outside and get some fresh air with the kids. The plus side is that Mia sleeps really well when we are outside.
Afterwards, we went and had cake and coffee in an old-fashioned cafe.

Some other news: I did start the 40 Days Challenge but I got kind of held up having an infant strapped to myself the last 3 days; but I'm not giving up!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

T-Shirt Vest

Gotta love an easy project! And, on top of that, if it is cheap, I am game. . . .
I used a man's shirt that I only paid 6,95 for.

Make the collar big enough because that is where your arms have to fit through.

Cut down the sides, and make sure you cut the seam off or it will look trashy.

 I will be making a few more of these because they are easy and really cute.  I think it would be cute if you dress it up with a thin belt, but I can't do that till I lose this baby weight.

What do you think? Pretty cool, huh! Go ahead and make one; I know you want to.

I'm linking up to

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Guido Cups

Guido anyone?
I think mustaches are funny, and I don't think they make you look sexy but they do make you look like you work in porn.. . . . unless you are Burt, then we know you work in porn.
Just a tidbit: My favorite movie of all times is "Best Little Whorehouse in Texas."
Anywhoo, as I was saying, I think mustaches are funny so when I saw that you could make mugs with a 'stache', I knew I had to make them.
 Boring Blah Mugs....
Exciting Stache mugs.....
I think they should be called Guido mugs because it makes me feel Italian when I use them.
Don't mind the bed head or the weird angle that makes me look fatter then I am.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Taking a walk on the Wild Side

Not much to say, seeing as I have been in the house for the past week except for one quick trip to the grocery store.
Today, we decided it was time to go outside with Mia even if only for a short walk.
At first I got mad at Christopher for not smiling at all in any of the pictures, but then as I was editing them I realized he wasn't smiling because he is totally exhausted. As much as we love our little moth, she is kicking our ass with her non-sleeping habit. The joys of having a newborn....I forgot what sleep deprivation will do to your mood.  At least the kids had fun throwing sticks on the frozen pond and telling each other stupid jokes.  I guess they needed to get out too. 

I hope to get back to making something creative this week, but no promises right now; I would rather sleep.

Friday, February 10, 2012

40 Bags in 40 Days

So, I have noticed that the sun is coming out and I can hear birds chirping, which to me means it's almost "go time" on the de-crapping front. And trust me, my house needs it! I did want to get it done before the baby got here, but that sooo did not happen but now I am raring to go.

I have been wanting to do the 40 bags in 40 days challenge forever so this seems like the perfect time, seeing as it is flea market time and maybe I can make some money in the process of cleaning out my junk. It's going to be a little more difficult to keep with the schedule, which means I might need a few more than 40 days, and maybe I won't even fill 40 bags, but I am determined to get started. I will document the process with pictures and my smart-ass never fear.

I am going to start on Ash Wednesday, not because I am religious (not in the least), but because that's when everybody starts. I will try to get something creative done tomorrow; I have a few things lined up.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Like a moth to the flame

Mia has landed.... thank goodness!
On Wednesday, I had a Dr's. appointment that had me waddling there and ready to fight for an induction. After one look the Dr. told me that it was best if I went to the Hospital that day and be induced. The baby was fine, but I was a wreck. I am surprised I didn't kiss him and promise to name Mia after him at that point; I was so grateful.
I called Christopher at work and told him to come get me, that it was time to go to the hospital. He stuttered for a couple of minutes but managed to get situated pretty quick and come get me.
We drove to the hospital in silence because even though I had been wishing for this day to finally come, I also knew that it was going to hurt like an S.O.B and that was not something that I was looking forward to.
After we arrived, I was led straight to Labor & Delivery and hooked up to the monitor to check on Mia.
In the room there was a long pole that went from the ceiling to the floor that I guess is used if you have your baby standing up. Christopher got bored and decided to dance for me, which lightened the mood considerably and made me snort laugh.  Nothing like a man willing to make an asshat out of himself to make you laugh.

They decided to get me started on a medication that is used to gradually get your labor started. You take it every four hours and they monitor your contractions. At eleven pm, the midwife decided she was going to put me on a drip that would relax me and let me sleep a little, seeing as I was so exhausted. They put me on it and I felt really good, so good that I did fall asleep till about 2:45am, which is when the drip was finished. I woke up with contractions -- nothing too major but I waddled over to labor and delivery and told them that I thought it was starting.
The midwife took a look and said that I was dilated to 1, which means not at all even though I could feel them getting more and more painful by the minute.  I was lucky enough to get a midwife who was a big fan of alternative medicine and she asked me if I wanted to try something different, meaning wrapping warm rags with lavender oil on my stomach. I said 'go for it' even though I didn't know how that would help. Well, it must have done something because within minutes I was already not able to talk through the contractions. After 45 minutes she checked again and I was dilated to 10. It was time to call Christopher and tell him to get moving. It took him about 15 minutes to get to the hospital at which time I was already feeling the urge to push. Poor Christopher walked in and the first thing I said was, "It's time; where have you been?"
I had it all planned: I was going to put my hair up and have Christopher take  pictures, not of anything gross, but just so we could kind of have some images that we could look at afterwards. That was soooo not going to happen! I was already on the bed, hair all crazy stuck to my face. Of course I forgot the camera in my room, and I wasn't wearing the cute little shirt that I had picked out.
To make this long and endless story a little shorter, let's just say that Mia was born exactly 45 minutes after her dad walked in. She got stuck and was a little stressed but recovered really quick (aside from the bruising on her face which is already pretty much gone.) I had the whole nine yards which if you ever had a baby you know what I mean. (I got my crotch cut)
So even though it was a really quick delivery along with some little bumps along the way and without complications, I still definitely feel a little traumatized. But Baby Mia was totally worth it. At 8 pounds,
4 ounces, 20 Inches long and a head the size of New Jersey, I am glad to say that she is no longer kicking me from the inside.

I can't get enough of her.  All I want to do is stare at her and love on her just like the rest of the family wants to do.  Everybody is completely in love with her.

She is just a week old and already has her little quirks, like staring at the light and being mesmerized by it, hence the name 'little moth.' She loves to be swaddled and cuddled all the time and she will let you know
if she is lonely, but she is not a crier.
All in all, like every family, we think our new addition is perfect.