Saturday, June 14, 2014

Suitors beware!


Our adorable little girl has this adorable yet frightening habit of snorting like a bull dog and making the face you see here. 
It just happens to be my luck that her father is a former Marine. I don't know what they give those guys...... But this little girl could be quite frightening! 
It has had me thinking.... that if any future potential suitors see this face I would hope they would be inclined to run in the other direction.... And any brave soul that passes the initial terror will then have to confront a similar look from her father 

I am in no way doubting the beauty of our daughter, she's going to be a heartbreaker. But, I do have to admit, any boy/young man that can get past these two and still have the nerve to ask her father for her hand in marriage..... That guy may just deserve an award! Or at least a batch of cookies



Saturday, May 10, 2014

Daddy Time


It always takes a few hours for Abagail to adjust to this guy. But once she does, the gloves are off. She giggles and smiles, and truly loves getting her daddy's attention. I have to say it is an amazing interaction to witness. Here is this 6' tall, tattooed scruffy faced man on the floor tickling this little 8 month old terror. 
Abagail is learning her noises. "Ma-ma-ma-ma" "Da-da-da-da" she hasn't quite put the person to the noise quite yet. It's an amazing thing to watch her learn & grow. She's already a handful, I definitely have my work cut out for me. 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Empty nest & the growing terror


I recently had knee surgery, and after Trever went back to work the pressure was too much for my poor knee to handle. So my awesome mom came down and helped me. 

Now our growing terror...... She has mastered the art of crawling and is getting quite fast, which is difficult to keep up with her when I have a limp. But thus far I faired quite well. She has also started venturing out & attempting to pull herself up on anything that will hold her. She turned 7 months old yesterday, and last night at bed time I put on a pair of her footed pajamas..... WAY too small. She woke up fitting in 9 month clothes and went to bed needing 12 months. So my mother and I ran to a few stores and re built her wardrobe with clothes that actually fit. I'm afraid my pocket book has taken quite the hit, but surgery is not for the weak. Lots of pain, and physical therapy for the hope of a better leg in the next 3-4 months. Hope it's all worth it in the end. 

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Day 3


It is quite obvious which knee was attacked! Despite the swelling and lovely 'tan' lines, it is as to be expected. Still in a considerable amount of pain, but moving it more daily. I decided knee surgery is no fun. 

Friday, March 28, 2014

The Knee news


The dreaded surgery is complete and the healing has begun. It has been a crazy 48 hours. Wednesday I spent all day cleaning like a mad woman so the house was not a disaster & I could focus on resting. I was at the hospital yesterday at 11:00 am and was taken to the OR at 12:41, and woke up at 2:37. I was given quite the concoction during and after surgery. I was given fluids & antibiotics during surgery. Afterwards I was given demoral to avoid being combative while waking up, then to get my pain under control received two doses of fentanyl, and a Percocet. Needless to say once I got home I was feelin A Ok! 
Today has been a little more rough. Had a follow up with the doctor at 9:20. I thought I was getting a brace, nope! Not for 2 weeks. Then I made the mistake of asking when I needed to start physical therapy..... He said "today" my jaw hit the floor!!!! So we immediately ran to therapy. It wasn't to terrible. They put me in an ice water compression stocking type thing and placed little pads that shot small volts of electricity to get my muscles awake and stronger. Then I also received a paper with 6 different exercises to do each day. *sigh* needless to say, it is now the end of the night, my knee looks like a iodine stained softball. But my pain is for the most part managed and I am optimistic of the outcome. All the doctors and therapists say, the first 3-5 days are the worst. I am already doing better than yesterday, so I'm on the right track. Just gotta follow doctors orders and rest with my ice and stop being so stubborn. (That will be the day.... Right?) 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

My little laundry tornado

This week I have been deep cleaning the house in preparation of my surgery. I don't want any temptation to clean, so that I can rest  like I'm supposed to. We shall see how my recovery goes. 
During this process Abagail decided to help me with laundry. She kept tipping over the basket. Finally got it all done, folded and ready to be put away..... And as I pick up the basket her little hand grabs the edge and all of it falls on the floor. 
So, after that fiasco you think I would have learned. But, I was folding my own laundry later on,  as she sat on the couch next to me, totally oblivious and folding away, I finish my to be folded pile and go to grab my folded pile.... and miss Abagail was so kind to unfold everything for me. From now on, I will fold out of reach of my little helper. 
Just so no one is concerned, all the clothes are now folded and put in their place :)

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Our little menace

Abagail is quite mobile, still not crawling, but she does 'low crawl.' Lately her 'go to' place has been the computer desk. She has pre moistened a full box of envelopes and has opened and reviewed all of my notebooks. Unfortunately today she wrapped her body around the chair and down it came on her little head. Luckily the full weight of the chair did not hit her head, it fell at an angle. Thanking God for that one. She is no worse for the wear and doesn't even seem to mind when her bumps are touched. She will live to terrorize another day! We have officially marked off her first boo boo. I thought it was strange that there is no place to mark it down in her baby memory book.... You would think that would be pretty standard for small children. Maybe we as parents don't want to have a written record of our children's injuries.... Then there is me! This date will go down in history! 


Needless to say today has been eventful, and looking forward to tomorrow for another new adventure :)