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Taking a lap to the other end of the pool for a minute…

Rylee is getting to the “not a baby” age anymore and people are starting to notice. And, since people have started taking note of Ry’s not-so-baby-isms, the questions have started. “Is Rylee going to be a big sister anytime soon?” “Are you guys planning on having any more kids?” “How long are you guys going to wait until you have another?” and my personal favorite…”Have you guys started trying again?” To which I like to reply: “Not yet, we’re still just practicing!” (actual conversation)

It seems like lately everyone is pregnant, or trying to get pregnant, or just had a kid. And, to tell you the truth…I’m a teency-weency bit jealous. I want another baby so bad that my uterus about starts to ache everytime I see a cute baby. If things would have “gone to plan” I would be popping out a kidlett within the next couple of weeks. Cleary, that plan didn’t happen. And, since hind-sight is 20-20, it’s a very good thing it didn’t. We stopped “trying” right after we got the gut-punch of a lifetime (metaphorical, of course). After the gut-punch, we re-evaluated our lives/finances/etc and decided it would be best to wait another year before we started trying again. “That’s not that bad,” I thought to myself. Then a couple of months after that decision, after further evaluation, we decided it would be best to wait yet another year after that. That will make the kids 4 years apart. “That’s not that bad” turned into, “It’s the smart thing to do”. And “it’s the smart thing” is killing me inside.

This must be one of God’s funny-jokey ways of teaching me patience (I knew I never should have prayed for that!). On the bright side, I will get 4 years of un-interrupted Rylee time and considering how much I completely adore that little girl (I have a goofy smile on my face/tears in my eyes just thinking about her right now) it could be worse. She makes me more happy than words can describe.

How can you not adore this?

Summary #1: Sometimes it really sucks being responsible.
Summary #2: If I somehow end up preggers in the next year before we officially start trying again, it will be an accident and even though we will more than likely be completely stressed out about money and such, I will secretly be super happy.
Summary #3: My little monster rocks my socks off!

Another Winning Outfit Choice

I Married a Super Dad!

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Now, notice I wrote “a” super dad. I know mine’s not the only one. There’s an elite band of Wonder-Daddies all over the world. I just happened to be ~~lucky~~ blessed enough to bag one of them.

I should have had an inkling going into our marriage that Andy was going to be a Super Dad. He’s always been good with kids…he worked in an athletic club daycare center for 10 years! I knew he’d be a good dad, but I am constantly reminded just how blessed I am.

Case in Point:

When I went back to work 3 weeks after Rylee was born, Andy was home with her for the next 3 months…and he was excited about it.
He has tons of patience with Ry…much more than I have in fact. There have been days I get so fed up with my kid, the moment he walks in the door I pass her off. He’s never done that.
Fridays are his days with her and he is not happy when he has to give that up.
He gets consistently PISSED OFF when he is out and about with Ry and strangers say “Oh, you’re babysitting today.” He typically responds with “~~No, dumb ass,~~ It’s not considered babysitting when it’s your own kid!”
He tries to put pony tails in Ry’s hair when she asks for them…even though they turn out horrible.
He shares his bananas with her.
He will read books with her for hours even though he hates reading.
Even when his back is hurting (long story) he bends down to pick Ry up…even though he probably shouldn’t.
He gets upset with me when I don’t wake him up in the middle of the night if Rylee wakes up crying.
We have actually got into little arguments over who gets to put her to bed at night…now we let her choose.
He’d rather stay at home with the little monster than go meet Zac Brown with me.

The night Rylee was born.

Makin’ the move

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So, I know I said I would post updates about the big move to the big-girl bed, well, last Saturday. It’s obviously Thursday now. Whatever. Life happens. Anyway, I got home from work last Friday night and Andy was getting everything ready to officially make the move. The crib was moved out of the way and her bed frame was in place. Rylee was super excited about it. I took this opportunity to grab the camera!

Here she is helping dad with the tools.

Breaking down the crib…

Testing out the new diggs…

Update:

Friday and Saturday Night: It took about 45 minutes to get her to sleep each night. Got out of bed at least 3 different times throughout the night. Saturday morning she woke up in our bed.

Saturday: She refused to take a nap.

Sunday: Fell asleep in the car on the way home from church, made a sucessful transfer to her bed where she napped for 2 hours.

Sunday and Monday nights: We resorted to locking her in her room and letting her cry it out. Getting out of bed twice each night. Oddly enough, she always ended up back in her bed before she went to sleep.

Tuesday Night: Only took 15 minutes to get her down and she only got up once (!!) that night. No door closing or crying necessary.

Wednesday Night: Again, 15 minutes to get her down and only up once. Again, no door closing or crying!

We will see what tonight brings, but I am happy to see the progress. If I would have given updates when promised, there would have been nothing to update about!

I am thankful for three things:

That my daughter doesn’t know how to open doors.
That my daugher catches on quickly.
That my husband is excited and really wants to take charge of the big-girl bed transition…if he wants to get up with her in the middle of the night, more power to him!

This is what happens when you don’t take a nap…you fall asleep in the middle of the living room at 5:15 PM.

Holy Windstorm Batman!

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It has been pouring all day here…at least I think so, I don’t look out my office window very often. On my way home from work the wind was gusting like crazy. I could feel my car being pushed toward the center line. Anyway, when I got home, I opened up the garage to get the BBQ out (yes, we had shish-kabobs on a day like today–hello!, we’re from Oregon!). My super awesome sis had brought down some grape hyacinths from her yard for me to plant and they were still in the garage so I decided to go put them out in the garden…at least they’d get watered with all the rain! What did I happen to see? This…

My little greenhouse had been knocked over in the storm. So I picked it back up. So much for all my hard work. Well, it’s a good thing my mom not only has one green thumb, but two (and 10 green toes) and about billion starts already going in her greenhouse(s). I made sure to let Ry know that all of her watering efforts from the weekend were not in vain…I got plenty of cute pictures!

And yes…she is wearing purple capris, purple short boots, a pink hoodie and a red tu-tu.

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