Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Falling

As in, my blog (and I) have fallen off the face of the Earth. And I'm sorry for that. I blame my perfectionist tendencies. And my job. And my kids. But mostly my perfectionism. As the saying goes, if something is worth doing, then it has to be perfect, right? Or...something like that.

So I'm back. With a 2 and almost 4 year old. Crazy how time flies. And the 4 year old started preschool today. I'm feeling really un-young lately. 

First day of Preschool 2014


Speaking of feeling un-young, a Preschooler and a 2-going-on-16 year old are just one half of the equation. The other is my dear husband who is beyond thrilled that, as of 2 weeks ago, I'm now 34 and he's still 33 with a whopping 2 months to go. In order to remind me of this constantly, he has taken to calling me his Cougar. Obviously not helpful. 

So why am I blogging again? It's been over a year and I have more than enough to fill my time without adding one more thing to my giant, broken plate. Well, for one, I need an outlet. Somewhere I can mindlessly ramble about all of the things that are going on in my head. Not that Kevin doesn't love listening to me when I ramble them out loud. I mean, every time I do he rolls his eyes toward the sky where I'm sure he's thanking his lucky stars that he found (and picked - sucker) me.  Another reason is because my mom everyone tells me that I'm an excellent writer and that I should "DO SOMETHING WITH IT LEAH". Her Their words, not mine. So I've decided to appease my clearly adoring fan base. And since I obviously don't have time to write the next Harry Potter series, this is it. My own little padded corner of the interwebs. Welcome back. 


Friday, June 7, 2013

10 Months and On the Move!

Isn't she just the cutest thing you've ever seen??? And as we all know, cute usually equals trouble. Ask anyone who has watched her for an hour (heck, even just 30 minutes) and they'll tell you that there is no stopping her. I can't even tell you how many times I've heard "you're going to have fun with that one..."  If there is something that she can get into or climb, she's all over it. Constantly. So of course it makes sense that she's already started walking. Heaven forbid she is a semi-contained crawler for even a few weeks longer! She started standing on her own just after she hit 10 months. A few days later, she was taking steps. Granted, she's only taking a few steps at a time, but that's enough to get her from Point A to Point Destruction so she's fine with it. She'd probably have more luck staying upright if she didn't try to run though.
 
Another thing that 10 months has brought us is some sleep! Well, from Emerson's point of view anyway. She's finally starting to sleep through the night. Last night was the 3rd night in a row. Of course, nothing EVER comes for free. Just ask Greyden, who suddenly needs to be rocked to sleep every night. And when you lay him in bed, unless he's asleep and doesn't wake up, you might as well count on hysterical screaming for an hour. He's gotten himself so worked up that he's even thrown up for the last two nights straight. (Note to self: make sure to refer to it as "throwing up" and not "puking" in front of Grey. Listening to your 2.5 year old yelling "I PUKED! I PUKED!" is a little.....odd.) Oh, and let's not forget about the hysterical screaming session in the middle of the night every night, just for good measure. If you ask my mom, she'll tell you that he takes after his mommy. Apparently I used to do the same thing, including making myself throw up. (I say apparently because the only witnesses are my mom and Grandma Omi and we all know what Drama Queens they are. Bless their hearts.) I'll just smile and nod in agreement.

Ever since we've moved Grey to his Big Boy Bed (which has pretty much turned into everything BUT a "Big Boy" bed) we've had an early morning wake up call every. Single. Morning. As much as I love summer, the fact that the sun comes up at 5:30 isn't working for me anymore. I used to love waking up slowly to the sunrise, now when the sun comes up, Grey is up. This means that every morning we wake up to "The sun is awake Daddy!" Although this morning was "I need a new dump truck." Ooookay..... Oh, and random funny - we took Grey to the Brighton Memorial Day parade on Monday. That night he must have been having a dream about the fire trucks because in the middle of the night he yelled out "I didn't get to sit in the fire truck!"
 

Grey and his fire truck

 
 

At the Memorial Day parade

Luckily Emerson is also at the stage where everything that happens gets a round of applause. All you have to do is say "Yay!" and she's shrieking and clapping for you. This is good, because with all that has been going on between her getting into all the trouble she can manage and her brother milking his Toddler Card for all it's worth, any and all encouragement Daddy and I can get is much appreciated. :) Lately she's either clapping for you or waving and telling you hi which is another new trick. Except she waves and says "Haiiiiiiiiii" She's apparently very Southern.

Speaking of shrieking, the girl has a killer set of lungs on her. When you put her in her chair for dinner, she screams at the top of her lungs until you put her food in front of her. I'm not talking like the cute little baby shrieks, I'm talking a 10 second, ear-piercing, top of her lungs ANGRY SCREAM that makes your ears tingle. And she does it over and over until her mouth is full. (No comments about taking after mom from the peanut gallery, please.)
 
Since she's on the go so much, I didn't get any really good pictures from her 10 month shoot. It's hard to take a picture when you're literally chasing a crawler around on your hands and knees.


This is from her 6 month pictures. She's such a big girl now! (This must have been taken right after Mommy gave her bangs a haircut. I guess I shouldn't make that mistake again...)
 
He sure looks cute and harmless. Just don't try to put him to bed.

Helping with Sissy's bottle
 
"Helping" Emerson use her walker. This was about 10 seconds before shooting her across the driveway. 
 
Driving Daddy's Jeep
 
Her first pony tail!
 
Her first ice cream cone. She dove in head first and, believe it or not, SCREAMED when I finished it and there was none left. We still can't get Greyden to try it. For whatever reason, his toddler brain seems to have permanently connected ice cream and "butt cream", also known as diaper cream. So I guess I wouldn't try it if I were him either.
 
 
 
If you listen closely, it sounds like she does a fake burp at the end. :)

 
 
 

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Emerson is 9 Months!

Either Emerson is growing up way too fast, or I am just way too busy to keep up with her. She's already 9 months old. 9 MONTHS. I feel old now. It seems like just yesterday my garage sale buddy and I were spending our mornings perusing the local junk merchandise. And now I wouldn't be able to keep her in her car seat long enough for even one sale, let alone our record 5 in one morning. My maternity leave was obviously well used last year! E and I made some killer finds. For example, had I not had maternity leave, I would have never scored my new waffle maker for $1. $1 PEOPLE! No household is complete without a waffle maker. I mean, I'm not sure if it works yet since I haven't used it, but still......only $1. For fluffy, homemade goodness right at your fingertips. Or the fingertips of the first person to actually use it.

As I was looking back through my blog, I see that I failed to post her 7 and 8 month pictures. So how about another catch up?

7 Months

The girl has to be exhausted because she hit two major milestones at 7 months. She's sitting up on her own and she's become a professional army crawler. She also says "DA-DA!" whenever Kevin walks into the room. She still hasn't mastered the eating game yet. Most of what goes into her mouth gets pushed right back out. But she's a Hockenberry with Shagene blood, so I have faith that she'll catch on soon.

 
I honestly don't think that Emerson could love her big brother any more than she already does.
My baby boy mugging for the camera. Because we can't take pictures of Sissy without taking pictures of him. At least, that's what he seems to think.
Emerson and Daddy.
 

8 Months

And now we can't keep up. She's now pulling herself up to standing, as I discovered when I walked into her room after a nap one day and found this:

 
 
She's also FINALLY started saying ma-ma. But only when she's hungry. She's still an army crawling fiend, but shows no interest in getting up on all 4s to crawl. 



9 Months

It amazes me that she's 9 months old. I absolutely LOVE this stage. She's picking up pretty much everything that goes on around her. She started crawling over Easter weekend and hasn't slowed down since. She's also walking while pushing Greyden's little play chairs across the room. She's finally eating up a storm too! At daycare, the teachers were having to force 3 4-ounce bottles and one jar of food down her each day. Literally overnight (I believe it was Tuesday to Wednesday) she began eating 4 5-ounce bottles and 2-3 jars of food a day. I think it's safe to say we've hit a growth spurt, huh? I've been giving her 1-2 jars of baby food at home too, but the majority of what she's eating is coming directly off my plate. She eats pretty much everything I put in front of her, from avocado and watermelon to cheeseburger macaroni, grilled chicken, and taco stuffed shells. Last night she was HOOVERING polish sausage. I'm not exaggerating. I couldn't dice it up fast enough for her.

Cheeseburger macaroni night
 
It took her all of 3 seconds to figure out how to eat a Mum Mum rice cracker

Of course this growth spurt has it's downside too......she is up multiple times every night. Add this to Greyden's latest sleep schedule and Kevin and I can barely function. We're lucky if we get 5 hours of sleep a night. Lately I've been netting 3-4 hours, and that's not even all at one time. This is insane.

I wish I could have gotten some better pictures for her 9 month shots, but to be honest, I was lucky to even get these. 90% of the pictures I took were blurry because she was moving and/or crawling away. Or trying to nose dive off the chair. The girl can't sit still for even a second. I'm going to need to hire an assistant for her 10 month shots.

 
What do the majority of these pictures have in common? Yup, her tongue is sticking out. And it's ALWAYS sticking out. I'm pretty sure she gets that from me, since my tongue is currently sticking out as I'm writing this post.
 
I was kind of kicking myself for not keeping up and posting her pictures on time, but to tell you the truth, I'm loving scrolling back and forth to see how much she's changed in just a couple of months. She's getting so big!