Thursday, January 19, 2012

Thanksgiving Food Prep

Once we got home from Samson's surgery, I got to work making the stuff I signed up for for Thanksgiving dinner. I'm lucky Sam crashed for a bit or I never would've gotten a head start on the food prep because once he was feeling normal again, my was he a trip!


Cherry pie prep


I loved how the cherries looked cooking down. 


Chillin'




Look how pretty! I was sorta proud.



Tadd MAY or may not have left an open carton of yogurt out so while my back was turned the little tyke got to it. So rather than freaking out, and trying my hardest to entertain him some other way, I let him at it. 





I think Samson set a goal for himself that day to make his biggest mess to date, and although he outdid himself, he has since blown his record out of the water. 





Why do people cook? 


What a gem.


My beautiful pumpkin pies (that took zero effort)

Ear Tubes

Poor bebe Sam has had roughly eight or nine rounds of ear infections since birth, usually double infections, and come fall we finally said "enough is enough" and took him to an ENT. We asked for tubes before the summer, but were assured that kids don't get ear infections in the summer, so autumn would be a better time. How many did Sam get in the summer? Oh, two. 


The fish tank at the ENT, always great entertainment.


Awaiting the doc.

After hearing Sam has had at least 6 ear infections, the ENT ordered tubes immediately. Writing a script at the same time for a current infection, of.course.


The day before Thanksgiving was the big day, and we were oh so ready for it. I wasn't actually nervous for the surgery since it was so mild, and is actually done in office for adults. Tadd was convinced I was going to have a major freak out, but I held it together!


 


Sammy thought the gown was so silly once we changed him, and I secretly wanted to steal one to take home.




I couldn't get enough of him in it, and took a million pictures (oh wait, isn't that our everyday life?)




The nurse gave him a little souvenir for his "stay".


Containing him in the playroom was near impossible, especially since they were running behind. Luckily he discovered this fascinating "playground" outside the room, and entertained himself by running behind patient's curtains. Way to go, dude.



 A little melt down before being taken away. So sad.

It wasn't until after his surgery that I fell apart a little. We weren't exactly warned of how he'd react coming out of the anesthesia, so I was surprised at how upset he was. His poor little body would tense and shake, and he would try his darnedest to get out of our arms. He was also trying to hit me as hard as he could. The medicine confuses kids, and makes them REALLY irritable. I hadn't ever heard him scream like that before, and it scared me. Hearing Sam try to express how strange he felt broke my heart, and knowing there was nothing I could do for him was even worse. 

After fifteen or twenty minutes of this, and little to no improvement we decided he wasn't going to settle down there, and figured he needed to be home where he was comfortable. It was within five minutes of being home, that he calmed down completely and then after about an hour he was back to his wild, goofy self!

Naturally, as is the way of Sam, he has actually had one ear infection since the tubes, but it hardly affected him, and he's been pretty great ever since! 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Girl's Night...

...as told by Instagram


the love we share...
Grandma Mary is a story teller.
Ali is inappropriate, and I'm creepy.
Tiana is pregnant
Carrie is sly.
We are annoying.
And I am pampered.

The End.

The Morn'

For some reason, the morning hours are happenin' times 'round these parts...


It's a time when Sam feels the most mischievous. 


A time for some serious lounging...


testing limits...


goofing around in his crib...



busting out shoes...



cheesing for the camera...


and alone time.


Occasionally it's a time for playing with Nora Girl. 


I love that she will wrestle with this boy. Full on pin him down. It's rad.


A new obsession of Sam's is sitting, laying, lounging, and smothering me. There have been countless times that he climbs up on the couch to "snuggle" and I end up with his bum on my face. It's pleasant.


We've nixxed the binki at 18mo when Sam isn't sleeping. It stays in his bed now, and I have to admit I sorta miss it. 


Many a morning has been spent gazing upon Addie's picture. She sometimes even eats breakfast with us, because heaven forbid I take it away and pin it back up on the fridge...


What kid wouldn't make dad's laundry basket a play place? Oh, yours wouldn't? Just mine? 


Sometimes, we just need a donut and a Diet Coke (for me) for breakfast, so a Crest run in jimjams is the way we roll.


The sippy has taken the binki's place, and unfortunately the kid won't drink anything but milk from it. Well, I'm sure he would drink juice, but we steer clear of it. Pretty sure he gets enough sugar elsewhere! 

When Whitney Babysits...

...she finds my camera in my bag, takes darling pictures of my little boy, and doesn't tell me. Weeks later I get to stumble upon them and fall in love with him all over again. 


Job Site

I may never tire of watching my two boyfriends play around on the jobsite. 





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