She eats screws for breakfast...

It's so much easier to update the sister blog. This one feels so heavy sometimes. So Had a busy series of days lately...my mother, grammie, and father all have birthdays within 4 days of each other. My family planned a big surprise party for my Grammie as she turned 80 this year. She seemed to like it and it was fun. For some reason, I find all birthday parties depressing at this point.

Last Saturday August managed to get her little hands on a package of screws in a drawer that before now, she was unable to reach. She ripped it open and had a handful of screws in her mouth in a flash. I was able to pull four out, but panicked that she'd swallowed one or more. Tim counted what was in the bag and retrieved and he said it was fine, that there were 50....until I saw one that had fallen on the floor.

Our first trip to the emergency room for August.

It bit.

We sat there for THREE hours before they even called us back to be seen. Now, August is a very well behaved girl, but you can only expect so much from a 19 month old who hasn't eaten and is going well past her nap time. She did well, but my nerves STILL feel a little raw from this experience.

Four hours after we arrive at the ER, we FINALLY get the x-ray results. No screw. Well, I certainly feel screwed up, so no screw except the proverbial one. Thank God.


Literally, one of the top ten worst experiences of my life. Worst days because of it really.

P.S. Baby skeletons in x-rays are SUPER cute

A thousand apologies

Okay.


Everyone knows that starting afresh means a year later. I have NOTHING to apologize for. How do you make that little embarrassed face again?

Ever since I was about 11 I've consistently been a depressed person. I go through my highs and my lows like everyone, I just have a lot more lows than highs. I lose all energy, all motivation. I just...sink. Oh well, thus is life.

Writing a blog seems like an overwhelming chore sometimes. Later, I'm disappointed I didn't just do it and it seems insurmountable to catch up again.

When I found out I was pregnant I picked up a beautiful journal to write about my experience for August. I wrote a sentence and a half....I'm not kidding. I stopped writing in the middle of my second sentence.

I don't know why I'm like this...and I DEFINITELY don't know how someone like me got so lucky with Augie. She is AMAZING. She's such a good girl...she really is. She's smart, verbose, coordinated, even-tempered, loving, kind. Heck, she's practically potty trained!!!

While I secretly think I'm a pretty good mother, I also don't think I'm good enough for her. I don't play enough with her, I'm not patient enough.


Wow....this is turning into a bummer-fest.

Anyway....Augie turned a year old. Well, at this point she's 19 months. Tim and I got married. We had a nice wedding with, granted, a few hiccups. Hiccups including a breakdown, forgetting the rings, forgetting the programs, not organizing certain things enough.

Side note: I love "Phineas and Ferb"

Had my 10 year reunion. Besides having to stop a HUGE catastrophe between an ex and an old school chum it was fun. Tim and I always have a blast dancing like weirdos.

Augie has a pool group on fridays...she loves it. Finally, something she gets from me. Her love of swimming.

Oh the green horror....and Lou Ferrigno is nowhere to be found

Seriously, when did my life start to be run by a six-month-old? This is ridiculous! Newsflash everybody, August doesn't like green beans. And when I say she doesn't like green beans, I mean she REALLY doesn't like green beans. She did this really cute delicate thing where, when I would put a spoonful in her mouth, she tasted just to make sure I was still torturing her, wail as loudly as she could, and spit it all back out. She would then proceed to cry until we did it all over again. I even warmed them up, that ungrateful little......... girl -- I use that term loosely. I would've taken pictures, but I feared for the safety of my camera. I did, however, photograph the casualty of the great green bean war of 2010.

If you are disturbed by graphic photos, I urge you to look away...

















































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On the bright side-she did this tonight...

Tempting the fates and a little ditty

Yesterday was Mother's Day, and it was fantastic :) In addition to the caricature that Tim had done for me, he got me a card from himself, and August got me a card as well! Tim helped her sign it, and it was the sweetest thing I've ever received. All these years I never realized how much a card can mean. It seems like such a simple gesture, but when I opened up that card and I saw this painstakingly scribbled little signature that Tim helped August write, I almost cried. I got to see my mother and my sister Sarah -- that, of course, is always good. I love my family more than anything, and will always put them first.

Unfortunately this past week, I have made the greatest mistakes one can make when one has a six-month-old. I have tempted the gods and they have smote me down -- I ignored the SCHEDULE! If you're a mother, you know what a disaster this is. I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep a night since I committed this grievance. I didn't even think we had a schedule! But we did, oh boy, did we ever. You'd think that messing up the schedule wouldn't be that big of a deal; that it would only affect the baby, and she could just catch up on sleep throughout the day...no, life is FAR too cruel for that. That day after her shots was residue from the shots themselves, but now she's acting ALMOST the same way, and I am the perpetrator. I am the evil being that has brought this hell down upon us... well, Tim helped. From now on, I swear I will do my best to get us home at a decent hour, for the torture that awaits me if I don't, is not to my liking. The worst part about it isn't the sleep (or lack thereof), it's the change in August herself. My sweet little girl who's always so happy becomes a hellion of dangerous proportions -- she whines, she screams, she won't sleep, she asks me "why can't I have a cell phone mom? I'm a mature woman. I've got a new boyfriend -- he's 35, he did live with his mother until he was arrested now he's in jail, and he wants to become a family", then she marches around the house in the pair of shoes I told her not to buy because they are inappropriate while periodically screaming in a pitch that the highest soprano cannot hit.



Interesting sidenote, I have a voice recognition software program that I am running. August woke up and is being whiny again -- so I left it running, and let it record what it thinks August is saying.

E. will go a all know are well and will and we will no know him and will you we know you will will I know that our will is and you know you are a new will will will will will will will you do will will will you to you and you are in and you are a

I think she could be a songwriter in this day and age.

The black plague HAS ended, RIGHT? Is there a shot for that?

Yesterday, August had her six month checkup at her doctors. She's doing well, she's 17.7 pounds, and 26 1/2 inches long. She had to have her shots again this time, and she did really well. It almost seemed like she was trying not to cry; you could see her whole body jerk when the doctor gave her a shot, her eyes open wide in surprise, and finally a short burst of crying -- but she stopped after I picked her up and held her. She's had shots three times now since we left the hospital and she has never had a reaction thus far, so I wasn't too worried about. She was good all day.

We went over our friends Jon and Bianca's house to have dinner. They have a daughter named Bailey who's just under 11 months old. The babies seemed to really like each other, they played together, and even seem to talk to each other a little bit. It was really cute. Dinner was a little later than we were expecting so we ended up leaving fairly late, and Augie slept in the car.





When we got home we moved her over into her crib and I turned on the monitor, as we were trying to fall asleep we noticed a strange noise coming from her room, I turned the monitor up and August was wheezing. She seemed to be having a hard time breathing. we got rather worried, and called the baby line at Kent County Hospital. The nurse advised us to call the doctor and get his opinion. It was after midnight so I had to leave a message with his answering service. He called back fairly quickly and I could tell he'd been sleeping. He said if she's having a hard time breathing, take her to the emergency room. I got pretty nervous when he said that, and went to wake up the baby. I moved her a little bit, trying to wake her, and pulled off her bib which actually stopped her wheezing. I decided to just keep an eye on her for a few minutes, and see if she got any better. I stayed awake for quite a while listening to the monitor making sure she was okay. She woke up more last night, fed, and went to sleep a little more difficultly than usual.

When she woke up for the final time at eight o'clock this morning, she ate pretty well and she seemed to be in a jovial mood. I thought that was the end of it. However shortly after, she became whiny, she wouldn't eat, she wouldn't take her pacifier, she wouldn't take her naps, and cried a lot. This is not like her. I became very worried, and checks the lists of children's medicine that was recalled recently, only to find that the Tylenol we had has been recalled. Thank God, I have some target brand medicine. I tried to give it to August, who in the past, has always taken medicine very well and easily. She wouldn't stop crying, and spitting it back out. I kept trying to soothe her when all of a sudden, I moved her to a different position on my lap, and I saw that she had pooped out of her diaper severely. It was all over my jeans and when I went to change her, I noticed it came out the top, the side, and the back of her diaper. I cleaned her up, and tried to feed her again. While she wouldn't eat, she took her pacifier finally. After a few moments she finally fell asleep, and I put her in her crib. This is where we are now, and I surely hope things get better soon.

On the brighter side, for Mother's Day, Tim brought me to a local artist's house to get a caricature portrait of our family done. I've always been afraid to have my caricature done, because I know they emphasize the strongest features on your face. If most peoples foreheads were the size of the Smart car, mine would be the size of a stretch Hummer. The artist was very kind though, and it came out really cute. It was a fantastic idea for a Mother's Day present. The woman was really nice, and gave us many options to choose from. I suggest if you're looking for an interesting idea for a gift for someone, to look into her website and services.










http://www.margaretmowen.com/Artist.asp?ArtistID=1051&AKey=4PH6DEF8

We were also blessed this week, to have some friends of ours, Tim and Rhyanned Murray, give us TONS AND TONS of baby clothes that their daughter has grown out of. I believe we are at the point where we won't need to buy clothes for August for at least a year. This is coming at a good time, since we are on a one income household now.

I suppose we're the Pittman monarchy now

August has made a lot of progress in these last two weeks. She started babbling, she even says “dada” sometimes-but I don't think she's actually referring to Tim; I think it's just sounds still.Tim loves it, and he maintains she's speaking just for him. I fear this is a sign of times to come. When she's 15 and complaining for 13 straight hours on why I wont allow her to wear a miniskirt to school...yup; I have a feeling it's going to eventually lose it's charm. She rolled the first time, and luckily, I was able to catch it on the video camera. She started sleeping through the night and taking her naps in her crib, and she's been great about eating from a spoon-last night was her first day with applesauce. So here we are, rolling, eating, sleeping, and talking. I love the sleeping, and I like the eating. The talking worries me because, well, because she's my daughter; and if she's anything like me, I'm in for it. but, the rolling might be the scariest milestone of them all thus far. I mean, has anyone even seen my house? This place is like a giant caution sign! Electronics everywhere, wires hanging, candles, videogame systems, you name it. If it's something your mother would say "no, no, don't touch", it's at perfect eye level here. The one good thing I can say, is that we don't have knives and cleavers on the floor -- look at how responsible we are!

Tim is doing great. While he, like everyone else who has worked in a call center, is unable to love their job, he does well at it. He just got a raise, which, in the land of Bank of America, is like being handed a scepter and declared the King of the universe. All hail Tim, his calls have a real quality. I'm very proud of him, and he deserves all that and much more (Even if he does constantly steal my iPhone when I'm not looking). He mowed the lawn the other day... very momentous occasion if you ask me -- the first mowing of our very first lawn as a family. I took pictures. Can I just say one thing? How come no one told me that a guy becomes infinitely more attractive while he's doing yard or house work?





Everything is boringly the same for me; I'm still looking for a job, ideally I would find something to earn a little income from home so I can stay with August as much as I can. I'm trying very hard not to be too much of an overprotective mother, but I don't see any problem being cautious about what she puts in her mouth. I don't want her eat chips and salty foods. Since it's easier because I only have one child, I'd like to keep her eating as healthy as possible. Well, August just woke up, wow, she napped for two hours... that's a record for her.