Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Letting go. {deep breath}

My MIL began planting the seed a few weeks ago, slyly asking if I'd be willing to let Harrison come for a visit soon, 170 miles away. Immediately I thought absolutely not!, because HELLO, this is my baby we're talking about and why in the world would she ever want to take my baby from me??? And not to mention the very valid concerns about his safety and general well-being. I mean, how can I prevent a car accident if I'm not in the car (because, duh, it is far less likely to happen if I'm riding in the vehicle with him)?  How can I be sure he gets adequate portions of veggies and whole milk and not too much junk food? And what if she forgets to give him his blankies and bear and doesn't know that he now requires a ridiculous number of binkies to fall asleep at night? And omg, what if she can't figure out which shirt goes with which shorts even though I strategically packed the coordinating outfits together?! For the LOVE, why is she doing this to me?!?!

No, I'm not being melodramatic at all.

And yes, I annoy even myself sometimes.

But come on! My fears and concerns are totally rational. Who does this lady think she is, anyway?  It's not like she's raised 2 kids of her own and lives and breathes for her grandkids. What makes her think that she is anywhere near competent enough to keep my baby for a few days? Just because she took care of him for several weeks straight while I was in the hospital does not mean that she is capable now, over a month later. Anybody knows she could have totally lost her marbles between then and now. And just because simply at the mention of her name he runs to the front door looking for her excitedly exclaiming Mamaw? Mamaw?! and absolutely adores her and will have the time of his life and probably won't miss me even a teeny tiny bit DOES NOT MEAN that I should have to let go of my baby. Because as soon as I begin to let go of my baby, he will begin to grow up, and I'm just not ready for that to happen. Like I said, I'm being completely rational here, people!

Sigh.

Well, I did it. I wasn't sure if I would actually be able to go through with it, but I did it. I choked back tears, gave my son a kiss goodbye, and sent him with his grandma for a few days. It's the first time he's ever stayed anywhere overnight without me. I wasn't ready for him to go, but I'm not sure I ever would be.



The Kidnapper and her accomplice. Tracye, I gotta admit, I never expected this kind of betrayal from you of all people.
Oh the cuteness of these three boys. Doesn't he look sad to be going with his cousins and leaving his fun and hip mom behind? He's going to miss me. He's going to miss me. He IS going to miss me, right?

And we can't forget about this little sweetheart. Even though she was also in on the Amber Alert Conspiracy.

I made it back into my car before the lump in my throat got the best of me. I gave myself a few minutes to pull myself back together, then headed out of the parking lot. I pulled up to the light and guess who was beside me? The getaway vehicle harboring my son and his abductors. Tracye rolled the back window down so I could get in one last goodbye. The image of that cute toddler face smiling back at me from behind his bobo and the chubby hand sticking out of the window waving bye-bye as they drove off will stick with me forever. He IS growing up. And I guess it might not be entirely my MIL's fault after all.

I'm so going to miss my Hare-Bear. But I know he will have a blast and I know he will be well taken care of. And I'm really looking forward to spending some sweet one-on-one time with my little Harper because that kind of quality time with her is scarce with a toddler in the house. And maybe we'll even finally be able to tackle some neglected projects around here. It's going to be very, very strange to have so much "free time." <---- I now realize just how subjective that term is now that I'm in probably the busiest season of life right now, ha!

Wow, it sure is quiet around here without Bubba.



Monday, June 27, 2011

Take me out to the ball game! (but not for long because I have a belly ache and it's past my bedtime)

I haven't been into the Astros much lately (wow, I never thought I'd say that!). We don't have cable so it's rare than we can catch a ballgame on t.v. (and it's even rarer that we would have three hours to sit down and watch t.v. these days). And ever since my favorite players left the team (oh, how I miss my beloved Brad Ausmus) my interest has waned a bit. And it might just be possible that the fact that they are in last place this season hasn't helped much either.

But Harrison L-O-V-E loves him some baseball. Which makes my heart happy, because his parents love them some baseball, too. So Rick and I got brave Friday night -- he was given free tickets to the Astros game and we actually decided to give it a try...with both kids in tow! They were club level seats with a parking pass, and we figured it didn't get any more child friendly than that. And we also figured that if it turned into a disaster situation then we could just turn around and leave with no money out of our pocket.


I just don't understand why this ball is glued to the ground.
  
Hmmm...this giant finger would make it much easier to poke my sissy in the eye.


Bay-ball? Bay-ball? BAY-BALL!!!

Mom, you and your relentless picture-taking is really cramping my style.

My boys

What do you MEAN we can't go down onto the field and play with the bay-balls?!?!

Harper did GREAT. She loves being snuggled up next to me in the wrap and the only time she made a peep was when it was time to eat. Now that she's getting a little bigger it's getting easier to wear her, which has been a lifesaver when I'm out with the two kids by myself (which I've only been brave enough to try twice so far, ha!).

Harrison did pretty good, too, for a little while anyway. A "little while" meaning we ended up leaving before the 1st inning was over, ha ha! The game didn't start until 7, so we got there an hour early so we could wander around the stadium and watch a little batting practice. All in all, he made it a good hour and a half before the I'm completely over-stimulated and it's my bedtime meltdown ensued. Which was okay with us, because by the time we made it back to the car we were already losing 4-0. Did I mention we are in last place this season?




Oh, and one more fun little tidbit of our night? Did you happen to notice the common denominator in all of these pictures? I'll give you a hint: they are gold and cheesy and yummy and shaped like fish. I packed Harrison a cup of his "ga-ba's" just in case we needed a snack to distract him. When I looked down 5 minutes later, he had eaten the entire cup. And this was after a dinner at Chick-fil-a, so I can assure you that we had one full-tummied boy on our hands at the end of the night.

Get in mah bellah!
A full-tummied boy with a pretty big belly ache, as evidenced by the spontaneous projectile vomiting of the goldfish when we got back on the road. I was turned around talking to him when out of nowhere he just spewed everywhere. Then he started crying, which would make sense since, you know, his tummy hurt and all. Except he was crying and yelling "ca-ca!? ga-ba?! ca-ca!?" (cracker!? goldfish?! cracker!? for those of you who aren't fluent in Harrisonese) and trying to grab the regurgitated crackers and put them back into his mouth. Eeek, right?! He was apparently mad that those little fishies attempted an escape from the bottomless pit that is his stomach. Never a dull moment, I tell you.

I think it's safe to say that Rick was grateful that the kid made it to the car before barfing.


Monday, June 20, 2011

Wa-Wa?

My son has a new love, and her name is Water. Or as he would say, "Wa-Wa?", with his signature second syllable pitch increase which makes it sound like he's asking it as a question. I love the way he talks in his sweet little baby talk and I need to to get better at capturing more videos of him because soon he's going to get all grown-up on me and talk like a normal person. What nerve he has, right?

I digress.

Anyway. So we're under "preemie quarantine" for another couple of weeks. Since Harper's lung development is still catching up, her pediatrician advised us to absolutely avoid any and all sick children as to not pick up any dangerous germs. And to consider any and all children sick. Which means poor Harrison has been stuck at the house, too. We're all going a little stir crazy being stuck at the house, so lately we've been taking full advantage of the sprinkler. It's been record-breaking HOT here, so even going to the park has been out of the question lately, especially with a newborn in tow. The sprinkler has been the perfect solution.

Or at least it was the perfect solution, up until last week. Not only have we been having record-breaking heat here in South Texas, but we're also having serious drought issues. With the exception of a 10-minute shower a few weeks ago, it hasn't rained for over 3 months. And last week our city unknowingly broke the wee little heart of a love-crazed toddler by implementing a mandatory water restriction, and is enforcing it with a $500 fine for any violations. So now we're back to going insanely stir crazy, stuck in the house looking out the window at our grass and flowers being burnt to a crisp. (but hey, at least their unfortunate demise can't be blamed on me for once.)

Well, this weekend we decided to take matters back into our own hands. Saturday we went to my mom and step-dad's house for dinner and swimming. Harrison might as well be a fish with as much as he loves the water!


Sunscreened up and ready to go!

Two of his favorite things: his Beda and his ball

Why do these people insist on all of these flotation devices?

Swimming with Dad

Harper snoozing in the breezy shade.

Our plans to visit Rick's family on Sunday for Father's Day fell through at the last minute due to several people getting sick. (Get well soon!) We wanted to get out of the house (have I mentioned that we are all stir-crazy?), so we decided to reunite Harrison with his love once again. We drove up to The Woodlands where they have a market street with great shopping, restaurants, and most importantly, a waterway square.

And...he's off!

Hey! Where'd you go?

There you are!

One happy, wet baby.

Going under the water arch.

Possibly the cutest picture ever. And possibly the biggest milk gut ever!

We tried to get a good pic with Dad...

...but somebody was more interested in diving into the fountain.

And then we tried to get a good pic with Mom...

...but once again, somebody was more interested in trying to drown swim in the fountain.

I love that I'm married to a guy who prefers to spend his Father's Day doing things that bring smiles and laughter to his kids. I told him we could do whatever he wanted to do, and it was his idea to take his son (and daughter, but she doesn't quite appreciate it yet ;)) to play in the mack daddy of all sprinklers, even if it meant driving all the way across Houston.


Friday, June 17, 2011

These hormones are killing me.

No matter how hard I try to resist, this commercial gets me every time. I promise I don't usually cry over commercials. But something about all those cute little babies (omg! do you see all of those cute little babies?!) triggers the sappy tears and before I realize it I have a serious case of baby fever brewing. And then I realize, wait! I already have two of those. Dang you, Pampers, and all of your sentimental heart-tugging!



Thursday, June 16, 2011

Soundtrack

I pinch myself sometimes to make sure
I'm not in a dream, that's how it seems
I close my eyes and breathe in the sweetest moments
I've ever known, it feels like home

~Martina McBride


First sibling hug

Admiring his little sis

The 4 cutest cheeks in the whole wide world

Kiss for Sissy

More kisses

Rocking his baby

The 20 cutest toes in the whole wide world

An open mouth kiss for Sissy this time. She's so lucky!

My little baby and my big baby

Telling Sister his stories

And he's going to be a great one.

I just wanted to share a few of the sibling pictures we've managed to capture over the past few weeks. It's a bit challenging getting an infant and an 18-month old to cooperate, but honestly I think some of the "outtakes" are just as precious. Or amusing, to say the least.


Honey, let's see if we can snap a quick picture of them sitting together. One, Two...

ABORT! ABORT!

Baby #1 is on the loose and should be considered dangerous!

Moooom! I don't WANNA give Harper a kiss. How 'bout I lick her instead?


Or chew on her?

Or, I know! I'll just suck on her forehead.
Attacking the papparazzi
And then sometimes you're lucky enough to capture a picture that makes your heart feel like it's going to burst into a million trillion itty bitty pieces because it simply does not have the capacity to hold the amount of love and gratitude you harbor inside. My cup runneth over, indeed.
 


 


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