that just happened.

scene : dairy queen drive-thru. scot driving, me in the passenger seat, and H still rear facing (because she’s a gnome and not likely to reach height weight requirements until her 4th birthday) in the back seat chewing on her shoe or ripping her socks off.

me: even though i want a heath blizzard extra heath, i will have a peanut buster parfait since you hate saying extra heath. you’re welcome.

scot: how is the amount they put in in not enough for you?

me: because they don’t ever put enough. not only that but the stuff they do put in it is all concentrated at the top and once you get past it it’s just plain ice cream from there on out.

scot: it’s just embarrassing.

me: i know, i get it, you hate it! that is why i’ll have a peanut buster parfait and save you the embarrassment.

scot: thank you.

me: ’cause i love you. see how i made a sacrifice? man, i’m awesome sometimes.

scot: modest, too.

dairy queen guy: hi what can i get you?

scot: i’ll have a peanut buster parfait, and a large tagalong blizzard, extra tagalongs. ::side eye and smirk::

 

oh no he.did.NOT.

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stats and shots

today the nugget had her 12 month well visit. it’s safe to say that she was the only well child there. i don’t think i’ve ever clung to her so hard as i did in that waiting room swarming with infected kids wearing masks and looking miserable. i think i purelled (might have just made up a word) my hands 30 times in the dr.s office. thought about giving H a bath in it even.

dr. lavinder seemed pretty stoked to get away from the sick kids for a while and see “miss harper”. she gave H a book about baby animals and we discussed the h1n1 vaccine. they had gotten it this morning and while i was planning on skipping it, i decided to get it for her because a) they had it and b) dr recommended it and that is why we pay her : to take care of our baby. not to mention seeing all those sick kids and their worried moms. overall, our munchkin is doing amazing and is healthy as can be. here are her stats:

19lb 11oz (25% percentile)

27.75 inches (10% percentile)

18 inch noggin (50% percentile)

after some rather concerned looks from me, she assured me H is doing great. it’s just that her measurments coupled with the fact that she is still sporting 9 month clothes (and seriously, still some 6 monthers) is prolonging my fear of her being some sort of gnome. just kidding. but seriously, we have a little biscuit on our hands!

she did pretty well for most of the visit, though it is getting very hard to keep her in line. she chewed on her shoe for a while, but got pretty irritated that i wouldn’t let her down to play on the swine-flu infected ground. the shots were by far the worst yet, and i can imagine they will only get worse the older she gets. this was the first time she had to be restrained which was really hard for me to be a part of. she got 4 shots and cried the cry where her face turns bright purple and no sound exits the mouth for waaay too long. except this time i had to hold her arms so she wouldn’t try to fight off the nurse so she was looking at me like “whyyyyyyyyyyyy are you doing this to me evil woman, you’re supposed to be my mommmmmmy!!!”. i hope the nurse didn’t see my tears, because she really felt awful already. what a crap job, btw. just shooting kids with needles all day. ugh. luckily she recovered quickly and had a good day of napping and playing with all of her new toys. yay for healthy babies!

one!

my kiddo is a year old. we had a great weekend! the party went great (thanks to a lot of help) and fun was had by all (i think!).  i SWEAR Harper knew it was her birthday, she was in a great mood from the minute she woke up. that probably had a lot to do with the fact that both her mommy & daddy came in singing happy birthday to her. she was all smiles.

the party was a success. so many people came to celebrate, it was awesome. she got very spoiled (thank you everyone!) and her tutu was a huge hit. i can’t even beleive how many cuuuute clothes she got, puzzles, dollies, books and games. she got to play with her cousins and other little friends, so she didn’t even cry until the verrry end of present opening. she did SO great, we couldn’t be happier with how everything went! i thought i’d be sad, but i really wasn’t, because all of our friends and family were around to celebrate our little monster. what is to be sad about?

i took 343 pictures. picking just a few to post here will be hard, so this post will be extra photo-y. hope yalls don’t mind!

thanks to all the readers who sent along birthday wishes! now on to year 2. holy cow, all the changes this year will bring. tomorrow is the monster’s one year well visit with dr. lavinder. i’ll post her stats tomorrow after the appointment. happy november!

letter to my baby.

Dear Harper,

I always planned on writing you a letter for your first birthday, I just didn’t imagine itwould come so quick. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since you came into our lives.

Being pregnant with you was one of the happiest times of my life, topped only by having you actually here in my arms. Watching you come into this world with your Daddy right by my side was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever done. What a year it’s been. Seeing your personality develop over the months has been such a joy. You are silly, caring, spunky and most of all, hilarious.

Tonight you woke up crying and I rocked you in the rocking chair trying to comfort you. You took up my whole chest and lap! You used to fit snuggly on one shoulder. I held you and tried to mentally file away the whole moment in my memory bank. Your little hand grasping your blankie, your cheek on my chest, the gentle weight of your little body snuggling against me. You may not understand my love for you until you have a baby of your own, but i’ll say it anyways – I love you more than words can ever say. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt sometimes. You are the sunshine of my life.

(If you’re reading this as a teenager, you might be totally grossed out by how mushy I am being right now, and that’s ok. Just pull this letter out again when you’re say, 30).

This past year you’ve had many firsts. It seemed each week brought something new, and you were constantly changing. Rolling over, giggling, sitting up, then crawling, now almost walking. There are a world of firsts in front of you. First steps, first skinned knee, first words, first day of school, first love, first heartbreak – your life is ahead of you. I hope you know I’ll be there for you for all of these things and more.

I am so excited to see the little girl, then young lady, then woman you will become. Their are so many memories to be made and I just want you to know, and always know, I am so very proud to be your Mommy.

Happy birthday, my beautiful girl.

Love,

Mommy

90 pounds.

nine zero.

that is how much weight Scot and myself have shed since Harper was born, almost one year ago (363 days to be exact). at the time, i didn’t even notice he was putting on weight. but how can one not put on weight when their hormonal wife insists on going to baskin robins nightly. NIGHTLY. because she neeeeeds her coffee icecream in a sugar cone. unless it was one of the nights that she needed a heath blizzard, extra heath (except i still totally order that and he gets soooo bent out of shape when he has to order it at the drive through because lets’ face it, it sounds kinda fat).

once i was coming out of my Harper induced haze (that’d be postpartum), he informed me that it was not ok for him to be buying a size 40 jean and that he “got fat” while i was pregnant. it wasn’t until months later (after he started dropping the weight) that i really noticed how much he had gained when i looked back at photos. turns out he was the heaviest he’d ever been. i had gained about 35 pounds with my pregnancy, pretty much all of which was in the last 3 months (yikes). seriously though, the BR chick knew us. for reals.

the other day Scot informs me he hit a new low (because he has been losing weight like a maniac for the past 8 months). 185 pounds.

a) this means he’s lost 50 pounds.

b) that is what i weighed the day i had Harper.

combined with the 40 lbs i’ve lost since she came along, i’d say we have done pretttty good. of course, he lost all actual fat while i got to push 7.5 out in the form of a cuddly cute newborn, not to mention all the um, stuff, that comes along with it but whatever! i worked hard, too!

as much as i hate to shame myself (and possibly piss off my hub) by putting our “fat” picture on the interweb, i hafta so you can see the difference.

december 31st, 2008

october 11, 2009

i’m not even going to front: i’m proud of us.

busy bee.

when i first pictured Harpers 1st birthday party, i hardly thought i’d have the time or engery to make all of the decorations. but after nearly vomiting at all of the ugly party favors and themes that target had (yes, even my mecca makes some mistakes), and seeing how expensive it is to buy them off of etsy, i did it. and i’m really excited to hang everything, blow up balloons (well, bree will be doing that), arrange things and admire my handy work. it might look like a hot pink and green monster threw up elephants and polkadots all over my house, but i’m cool with that.

we have a busy next few days. tomorrow evening we are heading to Stacy’s house for some photos! she has a photography group that meets monthly and she has asked Harper to be her model! i’ve got a few cute outfits and hats ready to go. now all we need is photoshop to clean up the lovely scratch she gave herself right by her eye (sad!).

we also have a playdate with Harper’s friend Julia and her mom Tiffany. Julia is a little over a month older than H and they really enjoy playing together. they haven’t seen eachother since august, so it will be fun to see Julia walking and now they can really play since H is almost doing it, too. speaking of walking, she has decided the laundry basket is the perfect thing to push around the living room to practice. so cute. and cheap!

friday my mom is taking off to help me with getting ready for the party and saturday is the big ONE. hopefully i’ll be so busy entertaining that i will forget my baby is no longer a baby (though she always will be to me). if only i didn’t have all this time beforehand to think about it…

to top it all off, i feel like i may be getting sick. fortunately it’s probably all in my head, because i’m a hypochondriac (have i mentioned that before? that’s a whole ‘nother post). regardless, i’ve been making out with a glass of airborne frequently because seriously, i.can’t.get.sick.

i’ll leave you with some pics from today. sillyness in the M household: