We were supposed to leave for Egg Harbor on Thursday, but we had high winds. There was a news report about a camper flipping over on the freeway, so we weren’t going to take a chance. Early Friday morning, we headed north for Door County.
There was a glider swooping down over the freeway near OshKosh. At first we thought he was in trouble, but quickly realized he was just a daredevil!
This year we stayed at Egg Harbor Campground, a lovely place to camp! We used to stay at Door County Camping Retreat, but they hassled us so much about the dogs. Only 2 Sandoval dogs go camping with us, the other two usually stay with a friend which is “camping” to them.
But our daughter brings her dogs too, so that equals 4 shih tzu’s on one campsite and that was strictly forbidden at DCCR. One day the guy came by in his police golf cart and got up in my face about having 4 dogs on one site and the dogs went ballistic. He hollered and said “SEE THIS IS WHY WE ONLY ALLOW 2 DOGS PER SITE” and I yelled right back and told him he was threatening me and that’s why the dogs were barking like crazy. That was our last time there.
Egg Harbor Campground is located in beautiful Egg Harbor, which is half way up the Door County pennisula. It’s quaint and woodsy and quiet and there is a nice playground for the kiddies. They also have a heated pool, but it was far to cold to even think about swimming. AND, when hubby asked if they had a dog limit, they said they didn’t care how many dogs we had. We are highly unlikely to bring all 4 of our pups ever because it is just to hard to keep them from spilling out the RV door at once.
Nikki and her little family arrived in early evening. Quinn came running to us yelling “CAMPING, HAPPY!!”. Yes, he just loved camping. I think eating ice out of the coolers was his favorite part of camping. But he also loved going for walks, and singing. Sleep was definitely not his favorite part, but we did manage to get both boys to nap, and they slept quite well in the camper.
Saturday night was very stormy and rainy, and an early to bed night for all of us. Sunday was perfect weather, and we stayed up late, hanging around the campfire. Actually I should say they stayed up late because son-in-law’s parents brought their 2 big dogs to the fire and that set off vicious barking from our little Ted E Bear who hates big dogs with all his might.
So my job was keeping Ted E quiet while Gavin was sleeping and that involved staying in the RV with the bedroom door shut. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get a pudgie pie, but after son in law’s parents went back to their camper, Nikki and I feasted on cheeseboards that she had bought for us earlier in the day. Yumm.
Of course you can't take babies camping without the obligatory sink baths, and we had dirty boys!
Monday morning we packed up, put everything away and headed for home. In high winds. I suggested pulling over until the front passed but hubby had his homing instincts on and was hearing none of it. He white knuckled it the whole way home and I was nervous with the wind trying blow us all over the road. We were really glad we didn’t drive up north on Thursday night!
It was a great weekend AND, my first time camping in 2 years. We've been "grounded" for a while because of all my stupid surgeries and it felt so good to be on the open road again!
And finally, a photo to show you what picnic tables are really for.
The birds didn’t even land on the ground yesterday, that’s how windy it was in Big Bend. I just noticed that the Robins are in the back yard, welcome back! Where do you hide when the wind is blowing little birds?
We have many mature trees on our property and when the wind blows like it did yesterday, I am amazed that they don't snap and break. How they bend and sway, doing the hula dance, how far they can bend without snapping. We aren’t always this lucky, we’ve had a few big trees and limbs come down in the past during wind storms.
We tried to golf on Sunday, but after 5 holes, I just gave up. I was tired of fighting the wind for the door on the golf cart, and the windshield blew off numerous times. We’re pretty lucky we didn’t break it, because every time it blew off we ran over it. Saturday we had better luck. Hubby played 18 but I quit after nine, just happy that I could break 60 after a 2 year hiatus.
It felt good to be out there again. I forgot how much I love being outside, and the surprises that nature brings us when we golf. I can still swing and hit the ball, and play double bogey golf, and that’s not so shabby for a gal who’s 55 and has had her spine fused. I don’t ever expect to be a good golfer, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I may never break 100 consistently. Some people have the golf gene, but not me.
Speaking of being 55, the other night when we were out at dinner, I caught a glimpse of my upper arm. When did these old lady arms replace my arms? Right there and then, I decided to start working out. Arms legs and my core, just being careful to avoid any weight lifting that would affect my spine. We have a weight lifting system in the basement. I’m thinking about venturing down there to check it out. I asked hubby if he’d show me how to work it and he said it was a piece of cake. I really don’t like having old lady arms!
Last Thursday, when I got to Nikki’s, she asked if I wanted to go to the park with them. Quinn could play with Jordy and Cooper, his friends from daycare. They had a blast, even little Gavin had fun. I brought my camera along and got some photos of pure glee from both boys! This kind of photography is when the zoom lens comes in handy. There are no poses, no fake smiles for the camera.
I finished reading 50 Shades of Grey last week. I don’t want to spoil it for you if you hadn’t read it yet, but let me say this. If you ever read the stories in Penthouse Forum (do they still have that magazine?), this was similar but long and drawn out. I really don’t need to read the other two books in the trilogy, I’ve had enough of Christian and Anastasia.
I still haven’t made a meal plan for the week, but this is soup week. My freezer is empty and it’s time to get cooking! I plan to make chicken and rice with spinach, and beef and bean soup.
Nikki is picking me up this morning to take the babies to their well baby check up. She’ll be here at 8:30. I don’t think she is comfortable going out alone yet with both kids. It will get a little easier for her as time passes, the boys are growing so quickly.
When I get home, I’m headed to the garden with the D300 to access tulip damage from the windstorm. I’m glad I got some photographs earlier in the week, I’m pretty suer the petals still on the stalks will be ragged from the wind.
Speaking of cameras, over the weekend, hubby told me to go ahead and put the Nikon d800 on order. It is backordered, but I’m not sure for how long. I check my email more frequently than usual... I’m just waiting for that email that says “we’ve shipped your d800”. To say I’m excited is just an understatement. He told me that I should have it because photography is my hobby. And because he loves me.
His birthday is on Sunday. I invited all the kids over for birthday dinner and celebration. I haven’t heard back from any of them, but I am sure they will be here. Michael turns 55! I got him all kinds of cool gifts and I’m so excited to give them to him. He has no idea what is in the gift bags and I haven’t dropped any hints.
What he does know is that Fed Ex had to redeliver one of his presents because we missed the signature on Friday. I bet he has a good guess at that one. Oh well. He’ll still be surprised at the other gifts.
I finally got one of my April to dos done yesterday. It was a big project and I knew it would be met with resistance, so I’d been putting it off. Yesterday he asked me to order him some new scrubs as his scrubs were all way too big. So I figured it would be a good time to get rid of all his big clothes that were mashed into his armoire. I so should have taken a before photo, you just wouldn’t believe how many pairs of shorts and jeans were crammed in there.
There are 3 bags for Goodwill. He was so grateful. 50 pounds down honey! Great job! Next I need to tackle those drawers... Do you keep after your significant others wardrobe? I think I’d be kind of upset if he cleaned out my clothes, but honestly, he’s not going to do it. And now there’s room for new clothes.
Today I came to visit and you both had a big cough! But sweet babies that you are, you didn't seem to mind. It was hard for Meemaw to hear you cough like that. I'm glad mommy called the doctor even though you had no fever. Meemaw is a worry wart.
We read a few books and watched Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and snuggled on the couch. Gavin was fine till Mommy left and then he cried and cried. He's such a momma boy. I did get one photo of him with a smile
You both had the same pajama's on today, navy blue with yellow and blue guitars! I wanted to take your picture together, but that didn't happen.
Mr. Quinn, we had booberry ice tea, your favorite, and crackers for a snack. And we had meat malls and mac and cheese for lunch. There were crispies for dessert but we weren't that hungry enough to finish lunch. Tomorrow we can have leftovers!
Robert the cat is your favorite pet Quinn, and you follow him behind the couches and hide from me! He's a good cat and puts up with squishy hugs.
I can't wait to see you tomorrow boys! And your Mommy too!
I had to look that up because I wasn’t sure. And then running through my head is hmmm, tangible gift-does that mean purchased? Or can it be something given to me that I can touch?
So could it have been the little black and white tv my parents gave me when I was a kid? That, and the Crazy Ants decoy toy are the first gifts that are really marked on my memory.
We had a Danish Christmas Eve, which meant Santa came to visit my grandparents home while I was napping on Christmas Eve day. My family would pack up and head for grandmother and grandfather’s house for dinner ala my grandmother, the best cook in the world. It wasn’t the year that I dropped the dish of mashed potatoes and splattered the dining room wall. I was much younger, but I remember the feeling of shame and fear when I dropped that dish. No, it wasn’t that Christmas.
The year I asked for the television for my room, I was a little older. I’m going to have to ask mom if she remembers that year, and how old I was. When we got home from the grandparents, we’d open gifts and then head for midnight mass at the catholic church up the road that was round so the devil couldn’t trap you in the corners.
My memory, it’s not so good between chemo and menopause, but I do remember that evening so clearly. After opening the gifts, I felt a little left down. Dad had said that this gift, wrapped so merrily, was my big gift. I opened it and it was Crazy Ants game. As I held the box, I knew it couldn’t be the portable tv set I was hoping for, this gift was light and a television would be much heavier. I remember the tears welling up and trying to hide them from my parents because I was ashamed that I had asked for and expected my very own tv set, and I didn’t get it. I was so let down.
Dad told me to go upstairs to my room and get his cigarettes (yes I am that old, I used to buy cigs for him at the corner store). He said he had forgotten them in my room. So I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and there on it’s own little stand, was my very own portable tv. It came complete with rabbit ears antenna and 3 stations came in pretty good, channel 8, 15 and 43. Anyway, back to the shock of my life. There it was, I had been a good enough girl that Santa did bring my own little television set.
I cried a lot that Christmas. So yes, it was my first tangible gift that I remember, because of all the feelings of sadness and shame and joy in just a few moments.
Little kids don't cooperate so much for photos do they? Gavin picked today to start rolling over and he just about rolled off the stool. Both Nikki and I each caught him mid-roll. But today of all days? Oh well, he is 2 months old today! Happy Birthday Baby Gavin
Quinn was just enamored with the light board Nikki made from a blank canvas and a lot of little white lights. I don't think he had seen it turned on before, and when he did see it he wanted to push all the lights out the backside of the board. Haha!
The idea of the photo-shoot was for Nikki to get Christmas card photographs. Of both boys together. She wanted to shoot Gavin first, and I was to keep Quinn occupied away from the shoot, and catch Gavin if he started rolling. And get photographs. All at the same time. YIKES! Impossible I tell you!
So here are my pictures of Quinn and Gavin. ok the top one is Quinn's legs and Gavin.
And you can clearly see in this photo above, that he was more interested in the lights!
He's an imp, can you tell?
When nikki pulled out the big lollipop, I got so excited for Quinn that I totally forgot to set up the shot with the lights in the background. By this time, he was pretty rammy, but we I did get a few good shots. She's over critical of her own photography, (and she doesn't need to be because she is Good). I'm just happy when they are properly exposed and clear.
My son has always shied away from the camera. So when he gave me permission asked me to take his picture, I was shocked! I think it went well, I know I'm a little prejudiced, but he is really a good looking young man. Now I need to want to find him a woman. Just kidding Jeremy!
This first shot i took without the awkward posing. I so hate posing people and getting fake smiles. Candid shots (when they turn out) are always better. But anyway, here are the photos from the shoot.
Because he is so camera shy, I have to carefully get rid of photographs that I know he would hate. So out of about 50 that I took I have 5 or 6 that were acceptable to him after my first edit.
I think the reason he let me shoot him this week was because I have a little framed photo of him on the shelf behind the sink from when he was 14 or 15 that he hates and wants it replaced.
Jeremy has alwo lost a ton of weight since he gave up meat and he works at keeping himself in shape because he knows he has my genes. A few years ago, he read that book The Omnivore's Dilemna, and then completely gave up meat. He won't eat cheese that has rennet in it. The reason? I believe Jeremy is just too kind to be a party to any harmed or killed for food creature.
This last photograph is my favorite. I love him so much. Jeremy has been such a blessing to my life. And I am estatic glad he finally let me take some current photographs!
Our thanksgiving lunch is always antipasta that we make in the morning, along with turkey pastina soup that I made in advance with the practice turkey. This year, we ate lunch during the halftime Packers/Lions game. Dinner was served at 5:00, which just barely gave the turkey enough time to cook even though I started it at 9am.
This is my beautiful mom snuggling with Gavin. Nikki gave her quite a bit of baby holding time to make up for the last 7 weeks Mom wasn't feeling so good this trip. Right before she left the house to fly here from Baltimore, she twisted her back. I didn't let her do any of the work in the kitchen, she was on baby holding duty.
We had an impromptu photo shoot with the babies. This is my Nikki doing her thing.
Grandpa and Quinn eating lunch.
This is Nick, my daughters hubby. He is such a sweet man, and a great father and husband to my daughter.
This is Ed. We found him a few years ago, and made him part of our family.
This is my dad, he had no choice, he married my mom with a ready-made family. I love him very much
And here is one of the stars of our photoshoot. Aww
And then of course there is this guy. My little man.
Marcelo's masterpiece. He is our official turkey cutter now that he's in the family. He does great!
My handsome son Jeremy. He.actually.allowed.me.to.take.photos.of.him.!!
Teaching my mom how to take a self portrait. haha!
Just push the button momma!
Jeremy photobombing. I've never heard this term before, you?
It was such a great Thanksgiving. We were all here, everyone got along, the food was fantastic, the babies were perfect.
Yesterday my daughter @onemomtwoboys asked if anyone else finds the holidays tough to juggle. I totally understand where she is coming from. When I was a young mother, we had 4 familys to visit in two days since both my parents and my hubbys parents were divorced.
We spent Christmas Eve lunch at my fathers house, Christmas Eve evening party was at his Mom's. His mom's side was good about rotating who did Christmas Eve though, so sometimes we did actually get stay home -once in a while. Not that staying home and having the party was much of a help, because we still had to do last minute things, assembly of toys, stuffing stockings, putting the presents out from Santa, you know the drill if you are a mom with a young family.
Christmas Day was another rush around day. We'd have to be to my parents house by lunch time, we'd gorge on delishious yummys and after a few hours head to his Dad's house for Christmas dinner.
The only time we really had, our nuclear family-hubs, kids, me- was Christmas morning. So we made our Christmas morning tradition. Some of our own family traditions really crack me up...like waiting for daddy to finish in the bathroom to open gifts! Waiting again for daddy to finish in the bathroom so we could open a few more gifts. etc... (nikki will laugh at this)
So I made Christmas mornings as special as I could for our little family. I made our breakfast in advance. Sticky buns mmmmm. I haven't made this recipe since I was married to the ex 12 years ago because new hubby and I have our own Christmas morning tradition: Sleeping in! And the kids come to us! (and now they try to figure out how they will visit everyone in two days-glad to pass that tradition on).
Here's the recipe. I give my old friend Brenda credit for this, she gave me the recipe when I was a young bride. Thanks Brenda! Btw, Brenda is not old!
frozen bread dough (i used the 3 pack and made extra to give as gifts, if you do this, triple everything) and crisco
Spread crisco all over the frozen bread dogh, cover with wax paper or a damp towel and let rise for 4-5 hours.
Punch it down, and roll it out. (oblong) (pictures would help right?)
Spread butter (use the real stuff) on the rolled out dough, sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon. Use as much as you want, but the dough should be covered completely without so much sugar that it falls out when you roll it, so a thin layer of sugar and cinnamon. Or more, if you like, who cares if it falls out?
Roll into a jelly roll and slice. about a little less than an inch thickness.
Over low heat, melt 1/2 stick butter, 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1 tbsp dark karo syrup in a 1 quart pan. Spread sticky gooey goodness onto the bottom of a 13x9 inch pan. Now is the time to add nuts if you like them. Lay sliced dough circles in baking dish on top.
Let rise for one hour.
Preheat your oven to 350
Bake at 350 for 20 minutes. When you pull out of the oven, flip it onto a foil lined cookie sheet. Let cool. Freeze or serve or give away.
I used to put it in the fridge the day I made it, and then turn the oven on the "warm" setting Christmas morning when I woke up and just pop the foil pack onto a cookie sheet and let them get warm while we were opening gifts.
I'm not sure how I feel about the ad that the Milwaukee Journal Sentinal about cosleeping. At first I was all for it, and let me tell you why. I've lived in Milwaukee area for 12 years now, and many times a year, on the news there is another story about a cosleeping death. They all happen on the other side of the tracks, and many have been called SIDS caused by cosleeping.
But that is bullshit. Many are caused by drunk/drugged mothers who smother the baby. Now take a look at the ad that MJS ran. Look at the covers! and the pillows!! The baby is lying face down next to a knife. What is worse? The loose covers and pillows or the knife?
Or perhaps the JS is trying to say ALL the factors cause infant death. The covers, pillows, sleeping face down. They don't even need to have the knife for most of us who are currently cosleepers or have been at some point in our lives. We KNOW that cosleeping means putting the baby in a sleeper next to the mother, and not in the bed!
In my opinion, they didn't need to put the butcher knife next to the baby. The bed with it's pillows and mattress says "suffocation" to me, and so does the baby sleeping face down! However there are other mothers out there who don't know that loose covers and butcher knives should not be in bed with them, those are the ones the JS is targeting.
Oh and yes, guess what? There was another death reported this morning. A 2 month old. Cosleeping death. Apparently the ad is not reaching the targeted group. What do you think? I would never lay down with an infant while intoxicated! Come on people!!
PS. I breast fed and coslept with my daughter her first five months. And she's doing it responsibly with her baby, with a cosleeper, that sits next to her side of the bed. Come on people
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Today I was going to blog about the gift Ella's Kitchen sent, but daughter wanted to do a giveaway for them to thank them for the gift box, so she is doing that, and I can blog about Quinn and our 18 month photoshoot.
He's at the age where he's always got a bump on his head or food on his face, but black and white fixes a world of mishaps. He is also parroting just about everything we say, and he makes me laugh so much. We can't get him to stay still for a second, so it's a bit difficult to get a clear shot of him!
I gave it a try though. first with daughters new 85mm f1.4 nikkor lens, and then with the 60mm 2.8 micro (which is my current favorite lens). Nikk's husband gave her the lens as a suprise "push present" for having the baby. How sweet is that? We both laughed about how geeky we are, we'd rather have camera lenses than jewelry for a suprise gift.
Nikki brought the heater down, set up the room, fed Gavin, had me change him and then we started shooting. I just sort of watched her photographing Gavin for a while, I wanted to be available if Quinn needed me and also because 2 adults with dslr's shooting one baby causes shadows. So we took turns.
I can't wait to see her photographs, she caught the cutest expressions from both Quinn and Gavin. Today was the first time in a long time that I picked up the "real" camera. I don't know why. I've just been blah since the surgery. And the iPhone takes very nice photos. But my resolution for this new year is going to be to start carrying the D300 with me every day. Just like I used to.
Nikki doesn't have self confidence sometimes, and I'm not sure why. She's an amazing photographer, and she is wonderful with children. Nikki just got her PPA (not sure what that is exactly) and is very excited to officially start her photography business. I reminded her today that there is nothing that can stand in her way when she wants something!
I just want to be discovered for my artwork with my photography. Making money at it would be cool, but that's not really what I am looking for. I just want to be the best artistic photographer I can be, and capture what I see for the world.
So here is a little bit of what I saw today, celebrating Quinn's 18 month old birthday, and finally getting the chance to shoot little Gavin.
we can't get him to sit still for long when he holds the baby, but we each got three snapshots of them together today!
that would be me who has them in matching outfits. seriously, i did ask daughters permission first because i just didn't know how she'd feel about dressing them alike. but she loved the outfits and here they are all ready to head on out to trader joes.
I have to admit that i did think that maybe if Gavin wore the same clothes as Quinn, maybe Quinn would identify with Gavin. Quinn loves his brother, and often lays down beside him and touchs him and says "ah ah baby". it's the most precious heart-melting beautiful sound. but he does get mad when i leave him to tend the baby. he gets over it pretty fast though. i'm proud of him
toddler talk has me entranced lately. Quinn hollers "HI" from the family room as soon as he hears me coming, but then he quiets down for a bit. he points to what he wants and says "mmm" and that is pretty clear to grandma! he pats the floor and says "play". and i do whatever he says, or pantamimes for me.
on the way home from TJ's today, we decided to try and count his vocabulary. Nikki started with Momma, Daddy and baby, and we stopped counting when he hit 40 words and kept on going. the funniest thing he says is "boozshe", and he knows booze is yucky. (we can't help it, we live in the drunkest city in the drunkest state of the USA). Nikki and i laugh when he pipes in with something cute from the back seat, and he mimics our laugh now, with a hearty "hahaha" all of his own.
my day started early, and the sun rising was beautiful!
and i thought i really need to get up in the morning and go out for some good sunrise photographs. i'm always too sleepy, cold, or unmotivated, but the sunrises around here take my breath away. we live up on a little hill overlooking the Fox River out back, and a farmers field and cemetary to our south. in the mornings when i let the dogs out, i always wish i had my d300, but i rarely go back for it. maybe someday i'll be a better morning person.
i got home about 2:00 and quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made the bed and straightened up around the house before hubs got home from the gym. a little while later, the doorbell rang. it was Fed Ex.
look what came! a swag box from Ellas.com full of these little packets of goodness that Mr. Quinn loves to eat. thank you so much ellas, for the surpise box today. my little 18 month old buddie is going to be so happy when he sees this
1406 people registered for NaBloPoMo so far, holy cow! I hope I can compete. Nah, I just hope I can learn to write more fluidly and get inspired by my friends.
Yesterday I spent a few hours with Mr. Q and Mr. G. Dearest daughter needed to run a few errands in the morning and I was happy to provide her some Nikki time. As she was leaving, Quinn started crying, and the baby was already crying, I was trying to calm him down so I could focus on Quinn. Daughter must have felt awful when Mr. Q burst out in tears as she was leaving. I know that is perfectly normal for a 17 month old. I just need advice for this 55 year old who’s heart breaks for Mr. Quinn.
Once I got the baby calmed down, I put him in his swing and sat down on the floor and told Q that I was “all his” now. And we played cars, built towers, ran choo choos around the track, built a blanket fort and then the baby started crying again. I told him that “grandma has to get the baby” and Quinn cried “no no no” and wrapped his arms around my leg and burst into tears again. Aye carumba.
Gavin and I sat down and I swaddled him and held him close for comfort (he’s 4 weeks old friday already!!) and I told Quinn to “come here and cuddle, I have plenty of room for both him and his brother.” I asked him to bring a book and we would read while meemaw tries to settle Mr. G, and we snuggled and read.
The swaddling did the trick, Gavin slept for about an hour, and Quinn and I did our usual stuff, which includes making movies, looking at pictures on my iphone. He tells me who each person is. The cutest thing is that he does the sign for “more”. We were watching a fly trapped between the screen and window and he was telling me “up up up” as the fly climbed, and “down down” when it fell down. An airplane flew overhead, low enough for us to be able to see it pretty good, and then Q did the sign for more. haha, how do I make another airplane appear?
Today was much better. I only got tears once, and also he rubbed the baby’s head a few times and said “ah ah baby”. He’s at such a fun age now. He totally lets me know with yes’s and a nod, or no no no and a head shake. I made him a fort from a crochet blanket that weighs a ton, hanging over the back of the rocker on one side and the rocker stool on the other. He’s pleased when I get in the tent with him, feeding me goldfish crackers and then thinking of the next thing he wants to do. Usually a good deal of choo choo time is included at each visit.
Finding Karen time is a challenge, and the mythical house cleaning fairies seriously do not show up here when I’m gone. Although it exhausted me, I did go to the golf course yesterday and played a few holes. I took a bunch of pictures too. The sun was low in the sky and casting magical golden light just as we were finished 9 holes. Hubby went to the 19th hole for a drink, and I headed back to the course to look for beauty. I found it.
Grandson number one is 17 months old. His baby brother was born Friday a week ago. He's having some issues becoming the big brother, for the most part, he is wonderful, but I can see the confusion and the toll that adjusting is taking on him.
He's lashing out by being cruel to the animals (they have 2 shih tzu and a kitty). He pulls paws and tails and clumps of fur/skin grabbing and they don't understand any better than he does why he's bullying them. As an outsider looking in I can see that he's frustrated with becoming number 2, that he doesn't have mommy's full attention anymore. We tell him "nice hands" "be nice" etc, but as soon as he gets a chance he does it again and they are starting to bite him.
His momma doesn't know what to do, she is so frustrated. When I am with him, he tries to pull the same crap, but I guess since Grandma never gets mad at him, he knows I mean it when I yell at him for pulling tails. When Quinn is at my house, he shows jealousy over the dogs, my dogs are lap dogs and when we sit down together, the dogs like to sit with us. He gets angry and I tell him, "grandma can hold you and the puppies" and he seems to understand and let it go. He has never hurt one of my shih tzus. Probably because they lick him and obviously love him. I've seen the look he gets before grabbing and I stop it before it happens.
But when we are together, he's got my undivided attention. His momma can't give him that anymore, she's got a week old baby she's taking care of also. She is at her wits end, she hates that the dogs have to be sequestered from Quinn, and she hurts for them when he yanks a tail and she gets mad at them when they bite. She loves her creatures, but kids are number one. It would break her heart to rehome her animals, but she feels they aren't having a good life right now. I told her yesterday that once Quinn goes to bed, to give the pups some extra attention. The dogs seem to have adjusted to being locked out of the playroom when Quinn is awake, but she feels like a bad dogmom for doing that. The pups have the run of the house, just gated out of the playroom.
I understand Quinn's need for reassurance that he is loved and that it's only been a week since the baby is home. But I don't know how to guide her. This has been going on for a few months, and she could really use some advice on how to teach him to be "nice" to the animals.
see his boo boo on his nose? that was dog retaliation or maybe the cat did it.
Yeah, it's my favorite month. My birthday falls at the end of the month so it shouldn't be. But it is, because it is beautiful outside. I've been busy helping my sweet daughter during the last few weeks, she is at the end of her pregnancy and just in need of momma's help. (Thank goodness, I love to help her)
A little while ago, I alluded to a blogpost coming up about home birth, but never followed through with it because frankly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Scared for her of course, but her confidence rubbed off on me and yesterday when the midwife dismissed her because of her blood pressure, my heart broke for her knowing she was so counting on having a safe home birth. She got this news yesterday, and by tomorrow at this time her membranes will be broken and hopefully induce a VBAC for her. She so wanted to have this baby natural and now it's turned completely around. I'm so glad her OB is giving her the chance to try to have a vaginal birth. But if he doesn't come out on his own by Friday, he's being evicted via C-section. She's handling everything like a champ. I'm so proud to be her mom.
We took a trip to Cozy Nook pumpkin farm a few days ago, and I tried and tried to post about it without luck both here and on blogher and i'm not sure why so I'm not going to talk so much about that trip other than a great photo op and brrr cold.
I'm going to be busy for the next few weeks, I'm going to try to update while on the run. Luckily her husbands mom also lives close by so we will be sharing Quinn sitting while Nikki is in the hospital. Not that either one of us needs to share, we both simple adore spending time with him. Hey, i got up and out of the house by 9am this morning to see Nikki and Quinn and lend a grandmom hand to give her time to shower. Remember how hard it is to shower with a 17 month old?
Michael and I are headed out tomorrow, bright and early. We got married in Las Vegas 11 years ago, and we are going back to celebrate
I invited myself to Nikki's house for breakfast this morning, and got to hang out with Quinn and her. We talked about my fear of losing her during her home birth and she reassured me with links from other VBAC moms who delivered safely. I think the only thing she doesn't understand but is starting to grasp is my love for her, and my fear that something could go wrong. She is very confident in her midwife and more importantly, she is confident in herself that she can do this and everything will be ok so I am just as confident in her decision to have a home birth. Please stay put Baby Two, until grandma and grandpa get back from Vegas.
Grandma wants to be there when you come into the world
Mr. Quinn said "grandma" today! It was "ma maw" and close enough to be music to my ears.
We started a newe family tradition this week. Dinner out with all the kids. The plan is to have each person in the family pick which resturant we eat at on Thursday night. This week was Nikki's pick and we ate at Red Robin. Michael and I had never been there before. We had excellent service and the food was ok. I thought their appetizer portions were kind of skimpy. It just wasn't my favorite place for a burger. Not that I have one yet, except home. My hubby hands down makes the best burger around. So good that all I need is cheese and a bun and I'm good.
So yeah, I don't think I'll race back to Red Robin anytime soon. The service was five star, we had seriously great waitress! And the company was great
I just asked DH what he thought of Red Robin, he said he won't go back. That's pretty much how I feel too.
The point of the eveing is for us all toget together for an hour or two each week, and that's the important thing.