Thursday, February 26, 2009

Our poor car

Our car took a beating tonight, while parked in front of Grant's parent's house. An old lady was driving down the street, didn't see our parked car, and slammed into it from behind. I wasn't there, but Grant said our car ended up in his parent's yard, with the bumper all smashed up.

Thankfully, nobody was hurt, and her insurance should cover all the damage. We have to take it in on Saturday for an estimate, and then we'll have a rental while our poor, little SUV gets fixed up.

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Lexie's blood test results came in today. It didn't give us any answers as to why Lexie has had diarrhea for 2 months, but we did find out she's anemic. That's a given, considering how picky she is. Now we just have to wait a week and a half for Lexie's GI appointment. Hopefully we'll get some answers, and get our baby girl back to normal.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I Heart Faces-black and white



I struggled to choose my favorite photo for this weeks entry. The theme is black and white. I love black and white photos, and had hundreds of favorites to choose from. I finally decided on this one.

Dylan was 16 months old in this picture. It was one of my favorite pictures out of all the ones I took that day. It was beautiful outside, and Dylan was perched in his new hangout. He loved to just sit in that tree and look around.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

She proved me wrong!

I finally took Lexie in to get her blood work done today. I have been dreading it since the moment the pediatrician called to tell me she needed it done. Lexie is a drama queen, and has put up a huge fight at her last two checkups, so I was expecting the worst.

I enlisted my dad to come along, to help hold her down.

She was in a great mood when we arrived, and was running circles in the (empty) waiting room. While the lab tech was getting ready, Lexie had a coughing fit (from all the running, perhaps?) and threw up all over the floor! That has never happened before, but I guess there's a first time for everything!

I'm not the type of person that can leave a mess, so I tried the best I could to wipe it up with paper towels and soap. Ugh. How embarrassing!

Once in the room, my dad sat on the chair and held her, and I held her arm down. We braced ourselves for the worst as the lab tech put in the needle. About 3 seconds after the needle went in, Lexie stuck her bottom lip out, and it began quivering. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she didn't cry, didn't scream, and didn't move throughout the entire process. Her eyes kept darting over to the needle, but she stayed completely still. I have to admit, I was in shock! She was so good!

Dylan sat in his chair the entire time, and watched. He is completely fascinated with anything medical-related. As we were leaving, he whispered to me, "Mommy, does Lexie have any more blood left in her body?" I assured him that she did, and he seemed very relieved!

So now we wait. We should know in the next few days what the results are. Regardless of what they are, she still needs to see the Ped GI in March.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Lexie Loo is 2!!!

Today, my baby girl turned 2. It's hard to believe that two years have gone by since I had her. The happiest moment of my life was when she was born, and the doctor announced, "It's a GIRL!" I am beyond blessed to have her and Dylan in my life.

Lexie Bean came into this world at 4:16 PM. After weeks of contractions and pre-term labor scares, she was finally here. She arrived 10 days before her due date, at an impressive 9 lbs, 1 oz. I instantly fell in love with her.



Here's my little Diva on her 1st birthday:



We celebrated her birthday with friends and family yesterday by throwing her two parties. She even had two Dora cakes. All she wanted was the icing and the figures off the cakes. She got some really great toys, and tons of cute clothes. She spent most of the afternoon on her new Dora slumber sofa, holding her new talking Dora backpack.

Today, we spent a quiet day at home. We had a nice breakfast, then we gave her the gifts from us. Dylan picked out a So Many Surprises Baby Dora for her, which she loved! Grant and I bought her a dollhouse, and it was an instant hit (with both kids!). Lexie's "special" birthday dinner was macaroni and cheese, which is basically all she eats. Much to my surprise, she also ate a chicken nugget. That never happens. It must be the cool Mickey Mouse shape. After dinner, we sang Happy Birthday to her...twice. She spent the rest of the evening playing with her new toys. I think she had a great birthday!









Here is my 2 year old!!!


Happy Birthday, Alexandria! I am head over heels in love with you! You will always be my baby girl!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Nine long years

It has been nine years since my Grandma passed away.

I still miss her terribly. Yes, the pain has eased over the years, but there will always be an empty place in my life, where she once was.

My Grandma lived next door to my parents, so I spent hours with her every day. We had an amazing bond, and I actually spent more time with her than I did with my parents.

She was a beautiful person. Everybody loved her. She had more energy in her 70's than most people ever have. She taught me how to ride a bike and do a cartwheel. I do not recall a single time that she ever raised her voice to me.

I would walk over to her house every day, after dinner. I would sit with her, while she watched jeopardy. During commercial breaks, we would talk about everything, and share a bowl of gumdrops.

I met my husband in what would be my Grandma's final year. I was young, and in love, and spent a lot less time with her. She found out she had cancer, and didn't tell anybody. She refused treatment, and just lived her life as normal. A few days after Christmas, in 1999, she was hospitalized, and we found out the truth.

I was busy with performing in musicals and planning my wedding, but I tried to see her as often as possible. I think I subconsciously pushed aside the thought that the end was near, refusing to accept the truth. She was my rock, and would always be there.

On the morning of February 18, 2000, my mom received a call from the hospital, and told me that I should go see her, because she wasn't doing well. I decided I was going to go back to bed for a while, and then go visit.

Yes.

I went back to bed.

Something woke me up, and I realized I had to go see her. I walked into her room, and she was unconscious. I walked over to the bed, said hello, and kissed her cheek. Just seconds later, she passed away.

I don't remember much from that day, because my grief consumed me, but I do remember my aunt hugging me, and whispering in my ear, "She was waiting for you. She couldn't leave until you were there."

I don't have many regrets in life, but I do wish I had spent more time with her in her final year, and definitely more time with her while she was in the hospital. There are so many little questions that I wish I had asked her.

I know my Grandma was missing the time she spent with me, and I am so sorry if I hurt her. I know that she was happy for me, though, and happy that I found the man I was going to marry.
All I can do is take comfort in the fact that she knew I loved her more than anything.

This past December, on her birthday, I took the kids to the cemetery. I hadn't been there in a year. I struggled to find her grave marker in the thin layer of snow. Once there, I held my children in the protective circle of my arms, and we sang Happy Birthday to her. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, because one thing I wished more than anything was that my kids could have known this amazing woman.

Dylan asked why I was crying, and I tried to explain the best I could. In one of his unbelievable moments, Dylan kissed his hand, placed it on the grave marker, and said, "I love you, mommy's Grandma." Not wanting to be outdone by her brother, Lexie, too, placed her hand on the grave. I put mine on top of theirs, and we sat completely still for a moment.

Once in the car, I began telling my kids all about their wonderful Great Grandma. It was the least I could do.

She may not be here in person, but she lives in my heart and memories, and I will tell my children all about one of the people I loved most in this world.

Nine long years have gone by, and many more will pass, but one thing is for certain. I will never forget the happiness, joy, and love she brought to my life.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My huge (and often crazy) family

Growing up, I had the best of both worlds. I grew up with 6 older sisters and 1 older brother. However, because they were older, I essentially became an only child when I turned 12. At that point, they were all adults and had moved out, so I got to my parents all to myself. It was lonely when they were gone!

We were the Brady Bunch, in a sense. My dad had 2 daughters and a son, and my mom had 4 daughters. They met, got married, and had me. I do not even use the "half-sibling" label to describe them. They are just as much my full blooded siblings as any other.

My siblings range in age from 34-44, and I'm 28. There are 16 years between my oldest sister and I. My siblings were always at a different stage in life than I, so relating to them was a bit difficult. Once I married and had kids, my siblings began to see me as a peer. The only downside about being the baby (or the "Caboose" as my mom likes to call me) is that my siblings always think of me as being really young.

I became an aunt at the age of 5, and now have 16 nieces and nephews, and 1 great niece, ranging in age from 5 months-23 years old. I am actually closer in age to a few of my nieces and nephews than I am to the next youngest sibling.

Life in a family this large can be stressful and chaotic, but it can also be fun and entertaining! One thing I can say: Life is never boring!

Monday, February 16, 2009

I Heart Faces



I've been tossing around the idea of joining in the fun at I Heart Faces. Click on the button above to check out their site and see other great pictures! I love taking pictures of my kids, and when I saw the theme this week, I had the perfect picture in mind!

This weeks theme is wonder.



I took this picture of my Lexie Bean, when she was 5 months old. She was enjoying the warmth and beauty of a summer day, and seemed amazed at her surroundings! I think the expression on her face captured her feelings about the world she lived in!

Not Me! Monday



I can't believe that Monday has rolled around again. I'm starting to mark the passage of another week by writing a new Not Me! Monday. If you'd like to experience the fun of reading more confessions, head on over to MckMama's blog.

This week has been a week filled with sickness. There are many things that I've done this week that typically don't happen in my household, but you gotta do what you gotta do!


This week did not start off with Dylan getting his first ever stomach virus, which kept both of us up all night. He did not get puke on my lips. He did not bound out of bed, a few hours later, completely over it.

My little girl did not change into her pajamas in the middle of the day, on Monday. Where would she ever get that idea?

The unseasonably warm weather did not melt the foot of snow in our yard, revealing numerous piles of tiny Chihuahua poop and mountains of Great Dane Poop. No way, because those would have been scooped up immediately, instead of being buried in snow.

I am not in complete disbelief that my poor little girl will have to endure 3 more weeks of diarrhea until she sees the GI doctor. That would mean that she will end up having 11 long weeks of constant diarrhea before we even find out what is wrong with her.

I did not register Dylan for Pre-K on Thursday. If I did, that would mean I'm the mom of a school aged child, and I can't believe that!

Lexie did not get Dylan's virus, also making it her first ever. She did not sleep in her puke all night long, because even though I smelled it, I couldn't see it. Her body was not draped over her pillow, concealing the mess.

Lexie's laundry, that I did on Tuesday, is not still sitting on her dresser, in the basket.

I did not get sick with the stomach virus, shortly after eating a heart-shaped, cornflake/marshmallow wreath. I am not thinking that my illness ruined the deliciousness of those wreaths, and that it will be a long time before I eat one again.

Dylan did NOT end up in the ER again this week, for yet another injury.

I was completely prepared for Valentine's Day. I did not have to go out shopping for my little gifts today.

My husband did not give me a card for Valentine's Day that said I Love You...and then on the inside, said, I love You Naked.

The messiness of my house, while I was sick, did not drive me completely insane. So much that I had to close my eyes to block it out. I did not attack the messiness with a vengeance as soon as I had the energy to do so.

My kids have not watched more DVD's than they ever have, during this week of illness. I am not shocked that my husband has been the only person who has managed to escape getting sick this week.

I do not think it's ironic that I said that I would rather have a cold than a stomach virus...only to wake up a day later with the virus gone, and a cold in it's place. HA!!!

And, finally, my BABY is most definitely NOT turning 2 in a week. If she were turning 2, I am completely prepared for her party, on Saturday. Completely. Tutu is made, favors are bought, food is planned, present is bought...I am not overwhelmed by all this, because it's done!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Valentine's Day Take Two

Our Valentine's Day: FAIL!!!!

I woke up, still feeling sick from the stomach virus. I just did not feel like eating, so our dinner was canceled. Well...it would have been canceled anyway, considering my mom (who was going to babysit for us) was sick with it, as well.

So, we camped out on the couch all day. I started to get my energy back in the early evening, and didn't want our day to be a complete failure, so I baked sugar cookies with the kids. After they were in bed, Grant and I watched several episodes of one of our favorite shows. So, I guess it wasn't a total fail.



Today, we celebrated Valentine's Day...a day late. We wore red (and hearts), and I got my hubby and kids a few things to show how much I loved them. I can smell (well, partially smell through my stuffed nose), Grant's creme brulee coffee in the kitchen. Dylan has been playing with his Star Wars and Playmobil figures non-stop. Lexie has been clutching her frog bath toys, animals, and mini baby to her chest all day. And I have been staring at my Bailey's Irish Cream box of chocolates, willing them to last a few weeks.

The only thing missing is my lack of Valentine's Day portraits of the kids. And that dinner out. Which we will be making up! ;)

When it comes down to it, I spent Valentine's Day with the three people that I love most in this world, and that's all that matters!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Making the rounds

This nasty stomach virus has been attacking my household, one member at a time.

I am the latest victim. I sat in wait all night, feeling it coming, and it struck at 4 AM. After being violently ill for 3 hours, I've been utterly drained all day. All I have been doing is resting. The simple exertion of walking is physically draining. Right now, I have been puke free since 7 AM, but I have had killer body aches.

I find myself wondering why adults seem to get sicker than kids? It seems like that's always the case. My kids bounced back, just hours after being sick, but I'm barely able to function today.

I'm only slightly ashamed to admit, that I made the kids camp out in my room for hours, watching movies, and playing with toys, until I could drag myself out of bed around 1. I then camped out on the couch. I was so out of it, that I forgot to give Dylan his waffle. I found it in the toaster, an hour after he asked for it, and not once did he complain. I am willing to admit that I put the kids to bed in the same pajamas they woke up in. And stayed in all day.

I was never so relieved to see my dear hubby come home from work. Of course, he arrived with a Valentine's Day card, lip balm, and a box of chocolates. I don't have anything for him, so I felt horrible. He's a great guy!

All I have to say to this nasty virus, is, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

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On a more serious note, I wanted to mention the tragedy of Flight 3407. Many prayers are being said tonight.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Pre-K, here he comes!

I did something today, that not so long ago, seemed so far off.

I registered Dylan for Pre-K. He will be going to the same school that his daddy went to. I have to admit, the whole thing felt surreal, as we waited in line to register him. I just can't believe that my baby is old enough to go to Pre-K. When did that happen? How in the world did he grew up so fast? It seems like he was just born!

There were no openings in the morning session, so we took the afternoon session, and he is on the waiting list to be switched to AM. I guess PM wouldn't be a huge deal, but I prefer the AM session. I'll keep my fingers crossed, but I'm just happy we got him in. It was my first choice school for him. A big plus, is that our second choice school cost $1000/year more, so we will be saving on tuition!

Grant told me later in the evening, that the whole registration process made him feel so much more mature. We are, indeed, going to be parents of a school-aged child. EEEK!

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In other news, Lexie woke up at 7 AM, covered in puke. So Lexie got to experience her first stomach virus ever, as well. It's been an exciting week of firsts for us!

I feel positively horrible, because I think she got sick before midnight last night. I went into her room to get our cat out of her crib, and thought I smelled something. I checked her out, and didn't see anything, but looking back on it, she was draped over her pillow, which is what the puke was covering.

I. Let. My. Baby. Sleep. In. Puke.

When she woke up, she was in a good mood at first (probably because she was thrilled to get out of those nasty pajamas), but had a fever. Shortly after, she started tossing and turning on my bed, moaning, "Belly! Oh no!" over and over again. It was so pitiful, and I felt terrible. I managed to get her back to sleep, and she woke up much happier.

Of course, she kept us on our toes all day, because she didn't pee until the evening. Because of her diarrhea, we have to carefully monitor her liquid intake, so the throwing up must have pushed her towards dehydrating. Luckily, we got her to drink more, and she had a wet diaper, so all is fine.

She must have overhead me making plans to get her blood tests done today. ;)

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I am really looking forward to my dinner out with my husband on Saturday night. I need a short break from all the sickness and injuries.

Honestly, I think I got off easy for my first time experiencing a stomach virus in my kids. It wasn't that bad, and it was very short lived.

Now, I'm just hoping that I don't get sick. Or the hubby!

If it must happen, I'm hoping it can hold off until after my dinner!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I'm putting my boy in a bubble

Scar under lip from his tooth going the entire way through. Check.

Cut on head that required staples. Check.

Scarred finger from a treadmill injury that nearly broke it. Check.

Large cut on forehead that required stitches. Check.

Today, less than 3 months after the forehead cut, Dylan decided to fall off the bed and get a gash on his back. Off to the ER we went. After an examination and an X-ray, he managed to walk out, stitch-less, but bandaged up. The lucky little man just narrowly escaped having to get stitched up. He is going to have another large scar to add to the mix.

One accident-prone child. Check!!!

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This bubble idea is beginning to sound like a great one.

My little man never seems to get sick, and the few times that he has been sick, it's only been with a runny nose or fever for a day or two, and it's over. The sickest he has ever been was early Monday morning, when he had his very first stomach virus. He threw up for 4 1/2 hours straight, fell asleep, and woke up, bouncing out of bed. I realize it's great that he's so healthy, but he makes up for his lack of common childhood illnesses by getting hurt. Oh, and somehow getting a 4-month-long rash that nobody I know has ever had or heard of.

5 major injuries in my 4 year old's life is entirely too many for this stressed out mommy. My nerves can't handle another ER trip!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Dylan's very first stomach virus

Isn't it ironic that I was telling somebody that Dylan and Lexie had never had a stomach virus, and minutes later, Dylan woke up puking?

I was lucky that it took 4 1/4 years of motherhood before I had to experience it. I think I got off very easy, though.

Dylan threw up from 12:30 AM until 4:30 AM. That was it.

He was a trooper. After the initial puke fest which ended up in his bed, on his floor, and down the hallway to the bathroom, he did great. He had one accident, on the couch. After that, he would stand up and tell me he was going to be sick, and run to the bathroom. Once finished, he would flush the toilet, wipe off his mouth with a baby wipe, wash his hands, and then flash me a big smile. He maintained his sweet demeanor throughout the entire process.

I felt horrible for him. It hurt to watch my too skinny child go through that.

I made a bed of towels for him on the floor, and I sat on the couch behind him. I didn't get any sleep, because I was too worried about him, but he slept peacefully. He woke up at 11, feeling completely fine.

He had a mild fever the rest of the day, fell asleep at 7:30, and slept until 11:30 this morning. The sleep helped, because he is back to normal.

Now, I'm just hoping that Grant, Lexie, and I don't get what he had!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Lexie's test results are in

We just got the remaining results from Lexie's tests. All were negative, which means it's a bit more serious than we thought, and is not a quick fix like we were hoping. She goes in for blood testing this week. Most likely tomorrow, if the rest of us are spared from the stomach virus. Please keep her in your thoughts, because this is going to be rough for her. She also has an appointment with a GI specialist. Hopefully we are going to get some answers soon!


The first available appointment for the GI specialist was March 10th. It frustrates me so much that my little girl will have to go through 4 more weeks of diarrhea before she gets help.

Not Me! Monday 02/09/09

It's that time of week again. I am a little late attending my weekly therapy session, also known as the blog carnival hosted by MckMama. An all-nighter with a sick kid made this post later than usual. Head on over to MckMama's blog to experience all the fun involved with this blog carnival.

So here's what didn't happen this week:

My TV did not die on Thursday. Even if it did, my husband would not have replaced it with a huge TV. He is not ridiculously happy with his purchase. I am not constantly wondering what the big deal is with having a big TV. Oh, and my beautiful entertainment center? The top part was not cut off by my husband, to make room for said TV.

I am not fuming over the fact that Lexie's remaining test results still aren't in. My poor, little girl is not going on week 7 of constant diarrhea.

Dylan did not just come down with his very first stomach virus, minutes ago. It did not take 4 1/4 years into motherhood before I encountered this. I did not jinx us by saying that my kids have never been really sick other than Dylan's 5 month long rash, and Lexie's current diarrhea issue. I am not wondering which one of us is going to get it next. I am not thinking it will most likely be me, since he vomited in my face, and some hit my lips. That did not happen.

Lexie did not refuse to say excuse me after breakfast, on Saturday morning. We did not make her sit at the table until she said it. She did not sit there for an hour,without saying it. We did not have to take her directly to her crib for her nap, which she refused to take. She has not refused to take a nap several days this week. I was not left thinking that she was the most stubborn child ever. She did not learn her lesson, and say excuse me after every meal after that incident.

I did not eat dinner at my parents on Wednesday night, stop by for a spontaneous lunch with my mom on Thursday, and then eat dinner again with them on Friday.I am not a meal mooch.

Lexie did not fall asleep at 5:45 on Thursday night, only to wake up just as Dylan was going to bed. She was not covered in a head to toe rash that luckily went away when the benadryl kicked in. Which did not happen to be at 1:00 A.M.

I did not feel horribly guilty when our friend gave us a belated Christmas gift, while we didn't even have a gift for him on his birthday. Doh! Love you, Rob!

Saturday night did not happen. My niece did not show up, uninvited, and completely ruin game night, by having a nervous breakdown/freak out. I am not sick of all the drama. I did not have to spend 4 hours cleaning up toys today, because every single toy that Dylan owns was in the middle of the floor, in pieces. I did not have to throw out broken toys. I am not thinking that game night needs to happen at someone else's house from now on.

After the drama left our house, Grant, my mom, and I did not stay up until 3 AM playing cards. We did not have a blast!

I am not agonizing over my decision about which Pre-K I want to send Dylan to. I need to decide by Thursday.

I did not already file our taxes, and money is not coming our way soon. Said money will not be immediately spent on some necessary things.

I am not praying that my niece gets the help she needs. Nor am I praying that Lexie, Grant, and I manage to avoid getting what Dylan has. That is the last thing that Lexie needs right now.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

A (small) Lexie update

Lexie is going on 6 weeks of having diarrhea. We still don't have any answers, and it's most likely going to be several more weeks until we do. Half of the lab results from the stool samples came in, and all were negative. I almost wish she had been positive for something, because it would be a quick, easy fix with antibiotics. We are still waiting on 2 test results. The lab is taking forever! Lexie's pediatrician seems to think that we will most likely be moving on to the blood testing, which will most likely take place next week. That is going to be awful for my poor little girl. And then we wait some more...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A Steelers Superbowl tradition

In 2006, shortly after Dylan turned 1, the Steelers won their 5th Superbowl. Dylan comes from a long line of Steelers-obsessed family members, so this was a BIG deal.


This year, also at the age of 1, Lexie got to witness the Steelers winning their 6th Superbowl, therefore, becoming the team that has won the most Superbowls in NFL history. We dressed Lexie in the same onesie that her brother wore for the 2006 Superbowl, just for luck!


Dylan, with his great grandma, who happens to be the biggest Steelers fan ever.


Lexie, searching the toy bin for a football...no, the jingle bell won't work!

Dylan's reaction to the chaos in the room when the Cardinals pulled ahead.

The kids leading the "Here we go, Steelers, here we go!" chant.

Lexie couldn't handle the deafening noise in the room.

The family (inlaws) after the Superbowl win!
The kids watching history in the making.

It was an exciting game and we are so proud of our hometeam!

The kids can sleep easy, knowing that their team is the best team in the world. ;)



And if tradition continues, the Steelers will win another Superbowl when baby #3 is 1!

Monday, February 2, 2009

Not Me! Monday



Welcome back to Not Me! Monday. I really look forward to my weekly therapy session, hosted by MckMama. Head on over to her blog by clicking her name or the Not Me! Monday button above.

This week has (not) been crazy busy, and I do not have many stories to share.

Lexie did not scream all through her doctor's visit on Tuesday. That was some other child. The pediatrician did not refer to her as being a "spirited" child.

I did not nearly lose my lunch while attempting to collect a stool sample for Lexie's tests, and then start crying hysterically when I was told by the lab, that they could not use the sample and that I would have to get individual prescriptions written out and try again.

I was not nearly snowed in at my parent's house on Wednesday. Lexie did not give a perfect stool sample in the middle of the treacherous snow storm. That would be ironic!

I did not nearly lose my lunch again, while collecting the samples, and I was not so excited that I rushed the kids out of the house and to the lab, eager to make it in the hour time frame. I DEFINITELY wanted to repeat that process again.

I am not counting down the hours until we get the results.

I was not so excited about my cousin-in-law's baby news that I began crying while trying to tell my husband on the phone. I did not get choked up when my best friend texted me the sex of her soon-to-be baby.

Dylan did not convince my parents, my mom, and I to buy him toys on Friday. No way would that ever work, and no way is he that sneaky to manage to get 3 toys on 3 separate occasions.

Lexie did not take 2 pairs of shoes to nap with her today. She is not shoe obsessed.


I am not thrilled that I got bags of hand-me-down's from my great niece...simply because Lexie was growing out of all of her clothes, and I was not going out to buy her more winter clothes.

I am not dressing Lexie in the dress-over-pants look, because I can't give up her dresses. Tutu over jeans? Brilliant!

I do not have to shoo my Great Dane away from the heating vent 20 times a day. She does not drag her bed over to block the vent, and it does not absolutely infuriate me!

Lexie is not turning 2 in 3 short weeks. I am not in denial.

I did not have a blast having a sleepover with my mom. We did not play cards until 2 in the morning.

I did not sob at the end of Marley and Me. I do not get that drawn into books.

I did not fall completely head over heels in love with my husband again when he asked when we are having our third baby. Or when he mentioned that he may someday want a fourth.

My nerves are not completely shot because of the Superbowl tonight. I am not completely thrilled that our team won! GO PITTSBURGH!