Every time I told Camden he needed to watch General Conference this is what he did!
I'm scared for the future!Sunday, October 5, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
VIOLATED
I feel totally violated. I noticed a "pay pal" debit was made from our bank account this morning that I thought to be a little weird. So I asked Dan about it and sure enough he promised me it wasn't him. So after some good investigation on Dan's part we were able to get in touch with some extremely helpful people. And much to our surprise it was indeed FRAUD. The lady we spoke to said she has seen this before and it usually doesn't stop with just one transaction. So I guess you could say we are lucky to have caught it early.
Some jerk got a hold of my debit card number and purchased something nice for themselves. Hopefully it is all being taken care of and nothing comes out of my pocket, but I can't even explain the creepy feeling this brings with it. I feel sick to my stomach. I have always been one of those people who was irritated by things like this but never thought it could happen to me. Well, newsflash, it can and it did. Some people disgust me!
Some jerk got a hold of my debit card number and purchased something nice for themselves. Hopefully it is all being taken care of and nothing comes out of my pocket, but I can't even explain the creepy feeling this brings with it. I feel sick to my stomach. I have always been one of those people who was irritated by things like this but never thought it could happen to me. Well, newsflash, it can and it did. Some people disgust me!
Check Up Time
Today we took Camden for his 15 month check up. We went a little late this time because we switched doctors(who we absolutely love by the way), but still got a clean bill of health. The doctor said, "he is tall and skinny just like his parents". I was grateful the doctor added me in that tall and skinniness with Dan, even if it isn't true bonus points to him for saying it. He weighed 23.8lbs(25%) and is 32(75%) inches tall. And just as I suspected he has a ginormous head which also measures in the 75th percentile.
And because Dan and I are suckers for this kid we took him to Jamba Juice after he did so well getting shots. What more can a boy want then hangin' out on the couch with a Jamba and his remote? Doesn't he look so grown up in this picture, I can hardly stand it?!
We love his little personality more everyday! As of lately he is obsessed with our dog. He follows her everywhere holding firmly to her tail. Luckily Chewie is really good to him and puts up with his pestering. He loves to blow kisses, we are working on teaching him how to hug. He follows commands really well and I love that he is learning the concept of cleaning up after himself. He still barks like a dog and will moo like a cow, but that is as far as we've got in the animal department.
Yesterday when I dropped him off at the babysitters house he was waving goodbye to me even before I left. He is a social butterfly but has his limits, he understands that not every face is a familiar one. He loves to be outside and explore. He is fascinated with furniture that is his size, I really need to get him a pottery barn chair. He climbs on everything, and loves to make a mess.
He will point to his hair, ears, nose(beep beep), eyes, teeth, toes(piggies), and belly button when he is in a performing mood. Anything he can get a hold of is a golf club. He loves to swing and hit the ball, or anything for that matter. He can throw like a champ. I've really got to work on his soccer skills, I can't let Dan get away with all the glory!
All in all he is a piece of work that we love to death. I still can't believe I have a 15 month old, how did this happen?
And because Dan and I are suckers for this kid we took him to Jamba Juice after he did so well getting shots. What more can a boy want then hangin' out on the couch with a Jamba and his remote? Doesn't he look so grown up in this picture, I can hardly stand it?!
We love his little personality more everyday! As of lately he is obsessed with our dog. He follows her everywhere holding firmly to her tail. Luckily Chewie is really good to him and puts up with his pestering. He loves to blow kisses, we are working on teaching him how to hug. He follows commands really well and I love that he is learning the concept of cleaning up after himself. He still barks like a dog and will moo like a cow, but that is as far as we've got in the animal department.Yesterday when I dropped him off at the babysitters house he was waving goodbye to me even before I left. He is a social butterfly but has his limits, he understands that not every face is a familiar one. He loves to be outside and explore. He is fascinated with furniture that is his size, I really need to get him a pottery barn chair. He climbs on everything, and loves to make a mess.
He will point to his hair, ears, nose(beep beep), eyes, teeth, toes(piggies), and belly button when he is in a performing mood. Anything he can get a hold of is a golf club. He loves to swing and hit the ball, or anything for that matter. He can throw like a champ. I've really got to work on his soccer skills, I can't let Dan get away with all the glory!
All in all he is a piece of work that we love to death. I still can't believe I have a 15 month old, how did this happen?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Note To Self...
Next time this handsome little devil has a red, itchy, viral rash covering his entire body...
Do NOT, I repeat, Do NOT give him any amount of Benadryl.
I thought I was making a wise and caring move when I gave Camden Benadryl to relieve some of his misery. Apparently it had an ill affect on him because he went bonkers. He was shaking in rage, biting(which up until today he hasn't started yet), and crying hysterically. I had to walk around outside with him in order to calm him down. Poor guy, hopefully the drugs won't linger in his system too long or we might have to commit him to the crazy house(oh wait, you might have to commit me)!
Do NOT, I repeat, Do NOT give him any amount of Benadryl.
I thought I was making a wise and caring move when I gave Camden Benadryl to relieve some of his misery. Apparently it had an ill affect on him because he went bonkers. He was shaking in rage, biting(which up until today he hasn't started yet), and crying hysterically. I had to walk around outside with him in order to calm him down. Poor guy, hopefully the drugs won't linger in his system too long or we might have to commit him to the crazy house(oh wait, you might have to commit me)!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Letting It Out
Today I am feeling overwhelmed and just needed a place to put my thoughts for the night!
Even though Camden is just over one year old, going back to work has made me realize how much I took being a Mom for granted. I know, just because I went back to work doesn't mean I am any less of a mom, it just helped me realize what I love.
I love hearing Cam's first cry in the morning, wishing I could still be sleeping, but getting up to see him because I am a mom and that's what I do.
I love trying to sneak a kiss from him while he shakes his head "no" with a huge grin.
I love calling Dan to complain about the naughty things "his" son has done.
I love asking Camden if he is ready to go "nigh night" and he immediately blows kisses and heads for his room.
Today I was running an errand at work and on the way to my destination I saw a Dad trying to console his 16 month old and entertain his 5 year old. Recognizing the look of pure exhaustion on his face I made a pit stop and got them a box of crayons and a coloring book. The kids attention immediately turned to this new "gift" and Dad's to thank me. As stupid as it was, I couldn't hold back the tears when I walked away. It made me miss my boy. I may never say this again, but for that moment I missed wrestling with a tired toddler, I missed consoling an exhausted child, I missed being at home with Camden.
Tomorrow is his first day with his "real babysitter", I don't know what to feel. I feel scared they won't connect. I feel nervous he won't nap and will be super ornery. I feel bad waking him up earlier than normal to get dressed. I feel worried that he might be sad. I feel jealous that I might miss something funny he does. I feel mad because I can't be home with him.
But this is life for now, and it could be worse. So for now I will put my feelings here and leave them to worry about another day. Because after tomorrow and I am home with him for four straight days, and I just might be feeling otherwise.
Even though Camden is just over one year old, going back to work has made me realize how much I took being a Mom for granted. I know, just because I went back to work doesn't mean I am any less of a mom, it just helped me realize what I love.
I love hearing Cam's first cry in the morning, wishing I could still be sleeping, but getting up to see him because I am a mom and that's what I do.
I love trying to sneak a kiss from him while he shakes his head "no" with a huge grin.
I love calling Dan to complain about the naughty things "his" son has done.
I love asking Camden if he is ready to go "nigh night" and he immediately blows kisses and heads for his room.
Today I was running an errand at work and on the way to my destination I saw a Dad trying to console his 16 month old and entertain his 5 year old. Recognizing the look of pure exhaustion on his face I made a pit stop and got them a box of crayons and a coloring book. The kids attention immediately turned to this new "gift" and Dad's to thank me. As stupid as it was, I couldn't hold back the tears when I walked away. It made me miss my boy. I may never say this again, but for that moment I missed wrestling with a tired toddler, I missed consoling an exhausted child, I missed being at home with Camden.
Tomorrow is his first day with his "real babysitter", I don't know what to feel. I feel scared they won't connect. I feel nervous he won't nap and will be super ornery. I feel bad waking him up earlier than normal to get dressed. I feel worried that he might be sad. I feel jealous that I might miss something funny he does. I feel mad because I can't be home with him.
But this is life for now, and it could be worse. So for now I will put my feelings here and leave them to worry about another day. Because after tomorrow and I am home with him for four straight days, and I just might be feeling otherwise.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Pay Back Time
Tuesday was my first day back to work full time. It didn't seem too bad because Dan was home with Camden all day. When I came home from work that night I found Camden tucked away in pleasant dreams. I missed him that day so I had to sneak in and take a picture of how cute he was. Little did I know I would be spending plenty of time with him in the next few hours.
He decided he did not want to be asleep and woke us up at 1230(midnight). After letting him cry it out for a LONG WHILE(I won't disclose the amount of time because you will find it neglectful), we tried rocking, eating, singing, playing, changing diapers, and laying down with him. Nothing seemed to work. He was awake until we dropped him off at Tiffani's around 6am. Needless to say Dan and I went to work exhausted and feeling like crap! I don't know how you working moms do this, because I am not cut out for it.
I'm not really sure what has made his sleeping patterns change so much in the last little while. He is almost 15 months, you think he would be able to sleep through the night. I guess he tricked us when he started sleeping really well at just 2 months old, now it is pay back time!
I am in desperate need of all and any suggestions on what to do for him and for a better nights sleep.
He decided he did not want to be asleep and woke us up at 1230(midnight). After letting him cry it out for a LONG WHILE(I won't disclose the amount of time because you will find it neglectful), we tried rocking, eating, singing, playing, changing diapers, and laying down with him. Nothing seemed to work. He was awake until we dropped him off at Tiffani's around 6am. Needless to say Dan and I went to work exhausted and feeling like crap! I don't know how you working moms do this, because I am not cut out for it.I'm not really sure what has made his sleeping patterns change so much in the last little while. He is almost 15 months, you think he would be able to sleep through the night. I guess he tricked us when he started sleeping really well at just 2 months old, now it is pay back time!
I am in desperate need of all and any suggestions on what to do for him and for a better nights sleep.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
CH-CH-CH-CHANGE
There are lots of changes happening around here! Dan just got offered another job and will be starting next week. Along with this change comes both excitement for all the new stuff that lies ahead as well as a little nervousness for the unknown. We are both thrilled that his drive time to work will be cut down tremendously. No more getting up at 230 in the morning to be at work or waiting for him to get home after 9pm.
Because I didn't want Dan receiving all the attention for a new job, I decided to go back to work full time. Not really, but the benefits my work offer are hard to beat. So I too will be going back three days a week(12hr shifts). Not the most exciting change, but change nonetheless.
And while these changes were going on my Dad decided he was going to accept a job offer in Idaho. Not to mention my sister just moved to New Hampshire. What the crap people? Didn't you know these changes were not in my plans! Just kidding I am excited for both of them. Maybe someday all of us will live in one state again.
Because I didn't want Dan receiving all the attention for a new job, I decided to go back to work full time. Not really, but the benefits my work offer are hard to beat. So I too will be going back three days a week(12hr shifts). Not the most exciting change, but change nonetheless.
And while these changes were going on my Dad decided he was going to accept a job offer in Idaho. Not to mention my sister just moved to New Hampshire. What the crap people? Didn't you know these changes were not in my plans! Just kidding I am excited for both of them. Maybe someday all of us will live in one state again.
(This picture has nothing to do with this post, just thought it would make this more interesting)
I'm not sure why I have always been a little resistant to change. For some reason change is hard for me to accept even when I willingly bring it on myself. So as you can imagine the stress level inside of me has reached boiling point and is probably driving everyone around me crazy, but what can you do? I sometimes feel like just when things are starting to become routine and normal, Heavenly Father throws a little curve ball to be sure you're awake. Instead of just accepting it and hitting the ball, I choose to take it in the gut. I guess this means I need more batting practice, dang it!
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