Thursday, September 30, 2010


I need to vent!!!!

So to update you on my earlier post, I put Harrison down and then he was back up 10 minutes later. I took his temperature again, and it had gone up to 103°. He was so lethargic and not at all his normal self. Now I was starting to get pretty nervous. Rick got home at 9:30 and we decided we should take him in to the urgent care clinic just to be safe. He is usually the calm, cool, and collected one that nicely balances my overly dramatic nature, so when I saw the concern in his eyes when he couldn't get Harrison to respond to him, I really started to get worried.

On the way to the clinic, I called to make sure they were still open. The lady told me they close at 10. Great! I told her, because we were on our way and would be there before they closed. Here is how the rest of our conversation went:

Lady: You realize it's 9:40, right? We lock our doors at exactly 10.

Me: Yes. My clock says 9:40, too. We're on our way. We're crossing over the freeway right now and should be there by 10.

Lady: Maybe you should just go to the hospital instead. Do you need X-rays? Because we lock our doors at 10.

Me: Don't need X-rays. We will probably be in and out of there in 10 minutes. My baby has a high fever and we're just really worried. We're driving as fast as we can. (A sick baby! This is where I was SURE she'd be a little more compassionate and not so....rude. I was wrong.)

Lady:  Well the hospital is probably your best bet because if you're just now at the freeway you won't make it here by 10. We lock our doors at exactly 10.

Me: I would much rather come to your clinic. We're pretty worried and don't want to have to wait 3 hours for him to be seen at the ER.

Lady: But there's a good chance you could end up at the hospital anyway. Maybe you should just head there instead.

Me: So basically what you're trying to say is that you don't want us to bring him in to be seen at your clinic because it's too close to closing time?

Lady: Weeeeell. I wouldn't say that's what I'm saying, no. I just don't think you'll make it here by 10 and we lock our doors at exactly 10.

Me:  We're almost there and yes, we'll be there by 10. See you in a few. Thanks for your help.

I was proud of Rick and his "efficient" driving. We made it there with 5 minutes to spare. Rick flew out of the car and ran up to the door....and, you guessed it, LOCKED. He knocked, and through the window we saw the nurse coming to unlock the door. Awesome! Except she wasn't coming to unlock the door. Nope. Instead, she walked up to the window and shut the blinds in our face.

Can you believe that?

Words can't begin to express the anger I felt in my stomach. Rick was furious, too. And if you know Rick, you know that he rarely gets mad. I get that having to work late isn't fun. I'm sorry. But it's a sick baby for crying out loud. Why a person with absolutely no compassion would want to work in the medical field is beyond me.

I called the pediatrician's office to talk to the on-call nurse, and she made me feel SO much better. She said that since he doesn't have other symptoms we'd be fine just bringing him in to the office in the morning. She said to give him a lukewarm bath, some more tylenol, and to just keep an eye on his fever and to call if it goes up any higher.

I realize that we are both probably much more anxious than we need to be, but it's such a terrible feeling when your baby is sick. The hardest part is just not knowing what's wrong with him and feeling totally helpless. We go to the doctor first thing in the morning so hopefully he'll be able to figure out what the issue is.

Praying the rest of our night is far more uneventful!


It's been a long day.

My baby is sick, and that makes me sad. It's so hard to see your baby sick. He started running a fever yesterday, and last night it got up over 102° and I was thisclose to packing him up and going to the ER. After consulting with the good ol' internets, I decided to just watch him closely and try to wait until the morning. He was up a lot of the night, but by morning his temp was back down around 99° and I felt good about not taking him to the pedi. And then tonight his fever is back up again. I guess we'll be going to see the doctor in the morning. I wish I knew what was the matter with him. No coughing and no vomiting, but you can definitely tell he's not himself. I'm trying to focus on the one positive -- the fact that I'm getting in some sweet cuddles. He's usually so independent but since he's not feeling well he starts crying if he even just thinks I'm going to put him down. Poor baby.

In other sad news, I've been working on cycling out his closet. I got down the storage bins from the attic and started looking through his itty bitty first clothes, and realized that over half of them are badly stained. They weren't when I packed them, but I guess the heat from the attic brought all of the stomach acid to the surface? I felt sick going through all of them because his newborn clothes are like the only tangible thing I have left from his infancy, and they are ruined. I know I'm just being overly sentimental. But I wanted to keep them for any future children and hang on to a few special pieces until he's grown. So I spent my only free time of the day between caring for a sick, clingy baby spraying, scrubbing, and soaking a bunch of stained baby clothes. Some of it came out, at least.

I just put Harrison down and now I think I'm going to curl up on the couch, watch some TV, and wait for my hubby to get home from his class.

Hope your day was better than mine.

Please send get-well prayers for my poor baby if you don't mind.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Dear Kelsey, Love Kenny

So have I told you that I kinda sorta, just a little bit like Kenny Chesney? No, you didn't know that about me? I guess I really shouldn't keep our relationship such a secret!

The truth is, we're pretty tight. In fact, one day we almost even met! I tried. Trust me, I tried. Borderline putting my job on the line tried, but we missed each other by minutes. But I won't bore you again with that story.

Anyway, his new CD came out yesterday. It's been THREE years since his last, and I was a little sad that I wouldn't be rushing out to get the new one. As much as I love my Kenny, we are trying to follow a really complicated financial plan right now. It's called don't spend any money unless you absoulutely have to. It's pretty revolutionary, I know! Well my fabulous, sweet, fabulous (did I mention fabulous?) husband came home and surprised me with it anyway. He told me that it was a "need." Fabulous, I tell you!

There's nothing better than unwrapping a new CD, loading it, and hearing fresh, new music for the first time. I love that feeling of a familiar voice mixed with the undiscovered territory of new songs as you explore your way through each of the tracks.  For me, it's like getting to know the artist better...almost like a second or third "date" if you will. This CD marks date #15 for Kenny and me, but if you add in all of the concerts I've been to and interviews and shows I've watched then we're practically engaged already. Yeah, from now on we'll just refer to him as my fiance.  ;)

We've been listening to it all day in the car and at the house and, no surprise, it's a great album. I was especially flattered when I got to the last track and discovered that he had written a song about me! Sure, it mentions a few other people in there too but I know deep down that he was mostly thinking of me when he wrote it. How sweet of him to give me so much credit!

I Didn't Get Here Alone

To everyone who helped pave my way
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be here today
To all my friends, the girls, the broken hearts
All the critics, cynics and doubters, y'all know who you are

Mom and dad, and all your prayers
And those looking down from up there

I didn't get here alone
That road's just too rough and long
I might be the one the spotlight's on
But, I didn't get here alone
Yeah, I know I didn't get here alone

That old ball coach that pushed me way too hard
That preacher man said 'Trust in God' and you'll go far
And I'll never forget the songs that changed my path
Just one more reason I'm where I'm at

Yeah, I hit walls and I wanted to quit
I picked myself up but the truth is, yeah, the truth is

I didn't get here alone
That road's just too rough and long
I might be the one the spotlight's on
But, I didn't get here alone
Yeah, I know I didn't get here alone

The crew, the band, yeah, and all you fans
That stood in line rain or shine
I want to thank everybody out there for the ride

'Cause I didn't get here alone
Ain't traveled one mile on my own
You're why I sing my song
You're why I sing my song

And speaking of loyally standing in the rain, here's a picture from his 2007 concert where we got COMPLETELY drenched. But it was totally worth it.

"There's something sexy 'bout the rain...she said as it came pouring down..."

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

Fall? I've missed you!

We woke up this morning to 60 degree temperatures outside -- what a great way to start off the week!!! We've been waiting patiently for enjoyable weather for FOREVER it seems. The news forecasts lows in the 60s and highs in the 80s all week and we are beyond excited at this house. We are ready to spend some time outside!

I sure hope the hot, miserable weather is DONE for the year. Saturday was a scorcher. My mom and I took Harrison into Houston for the day and just walking around Rice Village for a couple of hours was brutal. We had a great time though! We went by a fabulous (and huge) fabric store to get some supplies for a couple of projects I've got brewing in my head. Then we caught up with one of my mom's friends for lunch where some delicious food was devoured and good conversation was had. When we were leaving the restaurant, we decided at the last minute that we really needed some dessert (shocker, I know.). Well, there is a yummy frozen yogurt bar in the same shopping center as the restaurant that my mom had never been to. I'm sure we looked pretty lazy and pathetic backing out of our parking spot only to drive about 5 spots over and repark to get ice cream - haha!

Oh -- and I just have to share these adorable pictures of Harrison and Jeff that were taken yesterday while they were watching the big game. Apparently the baby is a football fan.

While the guys watched their football Katie and I got started party planning for Halloween (which is also her birthday!) and putting together our costumes. I can't wait!

Here is Katie, who is a complete sucker for Harrison. She would go to put him down on the floor and he'd start crying wanting her to pick him back up. Then he was Happy Harrison again. Which is usually the case, you know, as long as he gets his way and all. Which, ::sigh:: he usually does. I guess we're all suckers for him. :)

H and I started off the day today by enjoying a nice, long walk this morning through the neighborhood. It really is such a beautiful day! I think he enjoyed the sunshine and cool breeze just as much as I did.

He is such a curious little boy. He is at the age where he notices everything and you can see his little mind at work trying to figure all of his surroundings out. He loved the lake fountains, all of the ducks, and the people we met along the walking trail.  We stopped by the park and I let him explore a little bit. He had a great time, and against his mom's wishes and failed attempts at preventative measures, he managed to get his first taste of a few wood chips, some grass, and a leaf or two. I'm getting quite good at fishing random things out of his mouth.

Happy Monday, friends!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

An unhealthy relationship.

I think I'm ready to admit that I have a problem. That's always the first step, right?

It's just that me & mexican food...well, I'm afraid it's an unhealthy relationship.

When it's around, I have no self control.

Exhibit A - My Lunch:

I'll pause while you wipe the drool from your chin.

I made tacos for dinner and eagerly anticipated using the leftovers on this plate of nachos for lunch the next day. And I'm not exaggerating...I really was pretty darn excited. Unfortunately, in my excitement I may have gotten a little carried away. I started with one layer (evenly spaced; with beans, meat, and cheese on every chip, of course!!) and for some reason I just didn't think that a single layer was going to cut it. So on to layer number two I went. Upon completion of the second layer, I felt like something was still missing. Oh! I know! Sour cream and guacamole! I didn't want to make my beautiful creation sloppy so I decided a second plate was necessary. When I was digging around in the fridge I also found some pico de gallo and salsa. And then I realized you can't have salsa without some chips. That's just crazy! (And of course the 2 layers of chips on my nachos don't count - let's not be silly.)  So this is how I ended up with two fully loaded plates of food for lunch. It just snowballed. Like I said, zero self control!

Which brings us to Exhibit B:

The After

Good grief, how embarrassing. I just couldn't stop myself. But hey...I'm breastfeeding! Which may have been an excuse I've used once or twice over the last 9 months. :)  It's the equivalent to running like 5 miles every day. I think it burns about 500 extra calories. Which is awesome because that means that the first three two bites of Plate #1 didn't count.

I think I may need a mexican food accountability partner at this point. Any volunteers?

Friday, September 24, 2010

Show Us Your Life - Master Bedroom

I'm jumping into the home tour again that Kelly's Korner is hosting. This week is all about master bedrooms. Ours is definitely a work in progress!

Everything in here is pretty hodgepodge, but who really ever sees your bedroom (unless you post it on the internet for everyone to see, ha!)? And that's why it's remained at the bottom of the priority list. That, and because I can never make up my mind as to which style I like the best. Heck, we can't even decide if we want to stick with a queen size mattress or upgrade to a king. A king sounds reeeeeally appealing, but I've heard that you lose the snuggle factor. Any opinions here?

The dresser came from an unfinished furniture store that I worked at while I was in college. My mom bought it for my brother, I stained it for him, and then I somehow ended up with it. I'm thinking it could use a little bit more character. I'd like to paint it black and distress it and add some new knobs. The vanity is an antique from my great grandma's house and I love it -- everytime I look at it I think of her. Harrison's a little blurry in this picture because he was bouncing like a madman!

Definitely need help figuring out what to put on all of the bare walls.

Close up of the itty bitty hand prints on my jewelry armoire. Harrison LOVES to look in the mirror and laugh at himself. And clearly I'm behind on all of the housework. ;)

Here are the stacks of books waiting for me to crack open. I used to be such an avid reader but it's hard to find time now. We are reading Calm My Anxious Heart by Linda Dillow right now in my small group. We're only on chapter 4 but it's really good so far!

Next is the Hubster's stack. Here's where I totally plug Yancey Arrington's book, TAP: Defeating The Sins That Defeat You. Yancey is the teaching pastor at our church. He's such a brilliant and passionate speaker and and I was so excited when I learned he was writing his first book. I can't wait to read it when Rick finishes!

Here is the view from my bathroom. The jumperoo comes in handy when I actually take the time to dry and fix my hair. Which happens pretty rarely these days, but that's beside the point!

And the rest of the pictures aren't of my bedroom, but I couldn't resist snapping them of Harrison having a pretty serious jumpfest. He was really going to town!

Whoa, Mom! Are you catching all of this action?!
This banana tastes oddly different than the one I had for breakfast.

Happy touring!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

¡feliz cumpleaños!

We're dogsitting for Allen and Lindsay this week while they frolic on the beaches of Mexico and drink endless margaritas and eat until their hearts' content. I may or may not be slightly jealous.

And today, Lindsay is getting the royal treatment at the spa. Who does she think she is? A birthday diva?

Oh, that's right. She is!

Bob the Dog

Hope you guys are having a GREAT time!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Momma's little helper.

Gone are the days where Harrison would sit in one spot and play with his toys, completely indifferent to whether I was in the same room with him or not. And even though it now makes him much higher maintenance, I have to admit that part of me is so glad he's taken an interest in his mommy. I kept hearing a lot of other moms talk about how awful their children's separation anxiety was, but my son has had ZERO problem leaving me behind -- even for a complete stranger. Sometimes he's even preferred other people over me. Which, let me just tell you. Knife. In. The. Heart.

He still doesn't show major signs of separation or stranger anxiety, but he's definitely much more interactive with me and loves to follow me around the house. We have a great time playing with each other throughout the day and now he eats up the attention I give him instead of just staring at me blankly like I'm stupid, only to turn around and resume playing with his toys like I am a total waste of his time. I'm convinced I've even seen him give me a few eye rolls. Ha ha! 

One of his favorite activities is laundry time.

He's fascinated with the dryer. Wonder if he remembers when we used to put his carseat on top trying to soothe him to sleep all of those colicky nights in the beginning?

At first, the control freak in me had a hard time letting him participate in all of the chore activities. Something about unfolding everything I had just spent time neatly folding just didn't sound like a good idea to me. But then I realized that I should appreciate somebody willing to help with the laundry, no matter how young they are. Good habits start early, right? I can at least hope. And besides, who can resist this chubby little face?

These cheeks always get their way

Harrison isn't much help, but he sure is cute.

Here, Mom. Refold this towel and I'll chew on this sock.

And like his dad, he isn't very effective at completing the to-do list if the TV is on.

He did NOT want to give up this sock. Hey, at least it was clean. Better than the bottoms of shoes that he usually tries to lick. *Shudder*

What are you lookin' at?

When it's time to put up the clothes, he is usually right behind me opening up the drawers and dragging everything back out. Unless of course I give him a hanger to play with. This boy LOVES hangers.

It's the simple things in life...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

My Brown-Eyed Girl

When Ashley and I met the night of homecoming dance in 10th grade, the odds of us hitting it off were pretty slim. We had both heard bad things about one another, and in the world of teenage pettiness we had already decided that we were not going to be friends.  However, our homecoming dates were good buddies and at the end of the night we found ourselves sitting alone at a kitchen table, forced to make conversation. And the rest is history.

Fast forward 12 years (has it really been that long? *gulp*), and we are the best of friends. We've seen each other through sooo many good and bad times and I don't know what I'd do without her. We've worked together (at IHOP, haha), lived together (in 4 different houses), and laughed and cried together. We've done the last 12 years of our lives together. She is one of the kindest, most thoughtful people I know and her positive spirit is contagious.

Today is her birthday. I'm so glad she was born and I'm so blessed that she's in my life.

Happy Birthday, Ashley!!!! 
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