6 months old and adorable

6 months old and making me smile

5 months old and snotty as hell

5 months old and having a ball

I'm over a week late for this posting. But life gets away from me. Or rather a cold GOT me, and Jedi and Goosey and Sarge. We are a snotty, infectious, coughing, up all night gone thru 4 boxes of kleenex mess. I think Goosey and I are on the tail end of it, but man oh man, the last couple of days were really just awful. Sarge had to take yesterday off so I could just be sick.

You'd think she was perfectly healthy given this picture was taken today, all snotty and coughing and sick. But even though she's sick she's really a trooper. Or she didn't get it all that bad. I just know I hadn't felt that sick in a long time.

Jedi is still battling potty training, although great strides have been made, he's had several accident free days, and some accident full days. One day at a time I guess. We're really hoping to get him potty trained by the time we go on our DISNEY TRIP!! Yes, that's right. We are planning on taking an almost 4 year old to Disney World. Little Goosey will be staying with her Meme and Pop. I just need to get her weaned off me first. And that is another struggle.

Hopefully she'll be fine with bottles and formula, I planned on stopping breast feeding at six months. Sooooo... where's my medal? My trophy? Nope, nothing but chapped saggy breasts.....hmn. This kid better be a damned genius.

We are all doing OK, just battling the epic COLD.

I'm going to predict we will survive it....just barely.

Rudy

4 months and Gingersnaps

My little Goose is now 4 months old, and she's got the loveliest spun silk hair, it has a reddish tint to it, so now she's my Gingersnap. I couldn't choose which picture was better so I posted both, I mean, it's not like there's anyone editing me.

4 Months old and getting sock monkey kisses

 

 

 

It's not quite the right pose, but DAMN.....SO CUTE!

She was a champion nurser, and a very good bottle taker from the beginning. The first 5 minutes post partum, while she was in the little baby bun-warmer, the nurse had Sarge give her a bottle of formula to help with her very low-blood sugar. She told Sarge to giver her about 2 ml, she sucked all 2 ounces like a champ in no-time. So, she's been formula/breast/bottle fed since the very beginning. But ever since Sarge went back to work and I've been here alone, I've been just nursing. And damn it all, if she doesn't prefer it now.

She'll cry and cry and just stare at me while Sarge is trying to give her a bottle now, even of breast milk. And I cannot handle crying, it's like a horrible searing 'nails on a chalkboard' noise that I MUST STOP AT ALL COSTS. But at all costs is nursing all the time, even just to pacify. Which I'm ok with most of the time, but SOMETIMES, she's just got to deal.

When I try to feed her a bottle (not long after nursing-she clusterfeeds) she'll push the nipple out and stare at me, and then start trying to nurse on my T-shirt.

She's like......"Mom, I know the score.....don't tell me there's none there because I can SMELL it."

She cried for a good 20 minutes (scary horrible screaming-and yes she was fine) because Daddy was trying to feed her a formula bottle, when she saw me she just stared at me and cried. Someone has an opinion. 

In other news, all my hair is falling out. I have more shaggy hair adorning my shoulders than Chewbacca. Or some creepy European guy in a speedo with entirely too much self confidence.

You know....this guy.

Man, ever since the Pope resigned, those priests can get away with anything.

I'll brush my hair and clumps come with it, I put my hair in a pony tail and it somehow becomes a pig tail. I have found strands of my hair in:

Jedi's mouth

Goose's diaper

Goose's mouth

My sunglasses

My food that I just cooked

Embedded in couch cushions

And many more places, so I cannot ever commit a crime, because like a very bad criminal, my DNA is all over the place.


,Rudy

WIFI war

I have been having issues with my internet connections since I moved here. So, about three years. I can't get cable broadband, I can only get satellite or mobile wifi with hotspots.

Me and my hotspot have a frustrated relationship. It stops getting a signal, magically, I guess radio waves are pushed along like wind currents? I know that there aren't any large buildings or tree's anywhere near the hotspot where it's been for three years. I suppose it could be a large invisible EMP but if that's the case then honestly we are all fucked.

I get a good signal on my phone and my wifi is supposed to essentially be a cell phone that's just for internet.

Sarge gets really frustrated with it. I routinely think of throwing it against a wall, I think he would like to destroy it with his chainsaw.

It loses signal all the time and its always when I need to do something important, it's never when I need to look at Icanhascheezburger or something.

Then, it says it has a signal, and my computer can't find the wifi. The hotspot and my computer sit less than 2 feet away from each other, and the moment, it's more like 2 inches.

three bars is pretty damn respectable

Really, MIFI, really? I even had the blinking purple light, that's supposed to mean something. I think.

I have tried two times to get time warner, but the last time (yesterday) I was told that essentially, I'm missing a telephone pole close enough to my house to run the lines. (On my side of the street). I honestly feel like just asking one of my neighbors (she's named her WIFI Hummerlady) to let me use their internet if I pay them $20 a month. I can always get her signal. I just don't have her password.

You know what else I want to know? Why HUMMERLADY? I mean, is she a fan of the ridiculous civilian Hum-V? I haven't seen any Hummer's anywhere near my neighborhood. Is she just really really proud of her oral skills? Maybe I DONT  want to be a WIFI buddy with her.( I've tried using her guest status, but it needs a password too even though it says its not locked, I'm not going near the one that has virus in the name.

I have been to the VERIZON store twice in as many days and had nothing done each for me each time unless you count the varicose veins I gained by standing there waiting for shit to happen.

The first time I had a very nice lady who tried her best to help me, she even got TIME WARNER on the phone and pulled up satellite pictures of my house to figure out why I couldn't get broadband. Finally, some nice guy named Bill called and informed me that since my telephone pole was 50 yards from the back of my house, and I didn't have a telephone pole on the front of my house near to the telephone pole that has their hook-up, I was out of luck.  So I can either deal with shitty internet, or buy a god damn telephone pole so I can get better internet.

I brought the little MIFI to the store today to get a system update which they swore would fix the on/off problems. But the guy today had me waiting 30 minutes before he came back saying he couldn't make it work so I had to come back thursday when the chick with the tatooed on eyebrows can do it.

I don't necessarily want to let someone with the genius intellect that would get tatooed eyebrows, to work on my internet, but damnit, sometimes I'm desperate.

It wouldn't be so bad because I have my phone (barely, it's been baptised in the potty by Jedi and is slowly dying) but the website I use for doing part time work doesn't work well on it.

I know, First World Problems. A friend of mine described what they had to do to get internet as civilians in Afghanistan. A guy had to climb up to the roof to put up an antennae and was worried about being shot. So, all things considered, shitty connection ain't too bad.

In other news, pics of the kids. Here's Jedi looking scary like some sort of posessed toddler from the Shining.

REDRUM REDRUM

Here's Goosey with her toes-

 

 

And Jedi at Got Toys in New Braunfels, shopping like he's People

Those little shopping carts, damn, so cool.

3 months

My little goose is 3 months old and I am 6 days late in posting this. Sarge has gone back to work after a long FMPA leave for our daughter.
So things get hectic. She's a baby that wants to be either held or nursed all the time. I'm not great at blogging from my phone  and its just so hard to get anything done on the computer with screaming kids around. It's even harder when your Internet is rarely working.

So, blogging and sewing will take a back seat to child care.

Goose at 3 months old

Rudy

2 months old

Well, my little Poppy seed is now 2 months old. How times flies upon the wings of a throw-up monster. That's my girl. She's the most prolific projectile vomiter I have ever witnessed.
It's almost a thing of beauty really.

Here she is with old Sock Monkey a few days after she turned 2 months old.

Lucy Goosey at 2 months old

She's smiling and cooing and doing all the most wonderful things a baby is supposed to do. Except for the amazing projectile vomiting. That's more advanced for her age, I guess she's just very precocious.

Here Daddy managed to get her to smile on Christmas Eve, I didn't get a smile until January. Oh well. I guess Daddy's make funnier faces.

Jedi is being either 100% adorable or 100% rotten. It changes depending on the second of course. The other day he had is (8 year old hardly working iPod) taken away. He calls it his "Ipone". 

Cue the most terrible fit I had seen up to that date. 

"I want my IPONE!!!!" He squealed between sobs and snotty nose drips.

Then later, when he calmed down he told his dad, "Daddy, when you take my iPone away it makes my heart sad. " He had his hand on his heart as he said this.

He will pick it up and make calls, and get emails.

One day he picked up it, started pushing buttons and said to his Daddy, "I checking my email from Charlie"(his cousin)

It's an ipod, it only plays music. Oh, the imagination of children. 

I got through moments when I can imagine any more joy or happiness in my life because of my children and husband. But those pass pretty quickly when they wake up.

Oh, God, it pooled in one corner

From the deep dark hole of motherhood,

Rudy

monthly photos

So, plenty of bloggers and other people are posting monthly photo's of their babies. So, now I'm one of them.

Here's my Lucy, at one month.

Just chilling with sock monkey.

Here's the pic I took of Lucy at one week with ol' socky.

It was a rough first meeting, but they eventually made friends.