Warning: Don't read this when you're eating!!!
I had my first true baby puking experience. I have to say I dealt with A LOT of puke when Briz was a baby (not as much as Sadie!). But it's a whole new ball game when they it's sick puking and it's real food.
I took Briz to our school's girls volleyball games last night. She loves going to sporting events because of the music, and all of the big kids there. But it was tough because I couldn't really let her run around. When the JV game ended, they started setting up the varsity volleyball net and court, etc, so I let her run around there while we finished watching the freshmen game. I wasn't paying very close attention to her. At one point, I picked her up and felt something wet on my shoulder. I just assumed she was drooling a lot because she tends to do that. But then I smelled something nasty and I realized she was puking ALL over me, her, and the volleyball court. We were out on the court by ourselves, so about all 100 people in the stands were staring and making disgusted faces. I was SO embarrassed.
She kept throwing up as I ran out of the gym and took her to the locker room, leaving a trail of it as we went out. And I seriously smelled so bad I felt bad for anybody who came within ten feet of me. I took off my shirt in the car because it was so gross, and was just wearing my sports bra. I figured I could make it out of the parking lot safely. Oh no, I saw three teachers and a few students that I knew. I have never driven so fast. In the car, Brizzy threw up about 3 more times, then once in the garage. The rest of the throwing up was contained to her crib, but I have yet to do so much laundry. I know a lot of mothers are like, yeah, yeah, yeah, no biggie. But I was exhausted after last night! Thank goodness she woke up like nothing ever happened. After all of that cleaning up barf, I rewarded myself this afternoon with a nap :)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
One of Brizzy's favorite things to play with is a ball. It has been and I hope it always will be because it is easy entertainment, and I'm all about that. She has this cute little feminine voice that she uses quite a bit these days. But when she says and signs ball, it is in a very deep masculine voice that always makes me laugh. Here is a quick video of her playing with her favorite toy.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
At the grocery store today, Brizzy was a little spaz today. For the entire hour that we were there, she was singing to herself and dancing like a crazy person. I guess at least she kept herself entertained!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I should probably make a continual blog post that starts with, You know you're a bad mother when . . .
But anyways, I like to listen to sometimes inappropriate music: pop, rap, rock, you name it. And although it is edited, Nick still gets mad at me for playing it in the car while Briz is in there. A little Eminem isn't going to hurt her! But she has taken on a few favorites, and as much as this may be a bad thing, I think it's hilarious. Her three favorite songs right now are (forgive me if I don't have the names right):
1. California Girls by Katie Perry. She gets excited when the chorus comes on and starts bopping back and forth.
2. King of Anything by Sara Bareilles. This pleases me the most because well, I think Sara Bareilles is awesome, and so does Briz. Okay, I'll admit, I may have forced this one on her a little bit. But she still likes it!
3. And her newest favorite is a song that goes, "I put my hands up in the air sometimes, saying Aaaayyyooo . . ." Don't know the title, don't care to. This is how I know she is an individual, because I hate this song. The other day she was crying in the car, but then this song came on and she started dancing and putting her hands in the air.
On another note, she has become deviant. She has completely stopped listening to me. I might as well be mute because my words, like Uh-huh!, No!, Stop!, Hold my hand! mean nothing. (Every once in a while threatening a time out works). She also has learned to steal kids food at daycare when her teachers aren't looking. I am so screwed with this child.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Anyone who knows me knows that I can be odd at times. I have certain things that put me on the verge of OCD. For example, I use lotion . . . a lot. I have some sort of bottle in pretty much every known location: purse, work, car, bathroom, bedroom. This is mostly because I can't handle my skin feeling somewhat dry ever. But it's a little sad that I have already passed this oddity onto my daughter. I didn't think I would start seeing my negative influence on her until she was at least a little bit older. She loves to put lotion on her hands and rub them together. Sometimes she will just put her hands under the nozzle and pretend to rub them. What a funny girl!
P.S. I got a flip camera for my b-day and I'm excited to actually be able to upload videos onto my computer. Finally!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
As noted in the previous post, Nick and I went to our family cabin for labor day weekend. When sitting around, doing nothing but eating, we realized that the name for the weekend is pretty ironic, because we were doing pretty much the opposite of labor. But that's neither here nor there . . .
Here is a slideshow of our weekend. This was my fourth trip to the cabin this summer, so needless to say I love it. The water is pretty cold, but I don't care, its extremely clear. It's basically glacier water, so you can see straight down for a long, long time. And I feel tough when I go in it :) When it's hot there, the water actually feels really great.
Unfortunately, that weekend, it was only warm on Friday. Saturday and Sunday were beautiful, but it was definitely already starting to feel like fall. Our days consisted of throwing rocks in the water (Brizzy's favorite thing), reading, talking, coloring, and eating of course. On Sunday, we took a little hike up Odell Butte to about 7,000 feet, and it was gorgeous. You never fully understand how many trees are in Oregon until you see them from a high place.
I'm happy to say that Briz loves the cabin probably almost as much as I do. But probably for different reasons. She loves all of the attention she gets from her cousins, and I love the freedom :)
So long summer cabin, hopefully we will see you in the winter time!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
|From 2010 Cabin September|
Labor Day Weekend, Nick and I went to our family cabin at Crescent Lake. Thursday night, our friends Brett and Julia came and stayed the night and we spent the next day on their boat. It was a lot of fun. I have basically lived on their boat all summer long. But it was fun this time with just us four and the two babes. Nick and I both owe all of our wakeboarding improvements to them.
Nick of course was a show off. He absolutely loves an audience. I was nervous about his knee, but I've already told him that we are not paying for any more knee surgeries in 2010. In his mind, he has mellowed it down, but if you can tell by the pictures, he's still a crazy person behind the boat.
And me, well, not so much. In fact, I have now figured out that I enjoy crossing the wake only to my front side, so that's all I do. In an attempt to be more daring this last weekend, however, I tried to catch some air. And I was successful! Nick informed me that I got about as much air as I do when I jump off the ground, but still, I was okay with it. It was so much fun, and now I am understanding more why Nick is such a daredevil behind the boat. I decided to post this proud moment via blog, so you have proof.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
This is my little Maori dancer. She has always loved to dance, but her moves have evolved. She went from neurotically swaying her head to the "fat guy in a little coat" dance to pelvic thrusting. Now, she spreads her legs ridiculously wide apart and stomps them back and forth in a very aggressive manner while she has a big goofy grin on her face. It makes me laugh every time.
Other new developments: picking her nose, saying "Ow!" every few minutes, and finally climbing up and down the stairs by herself.