Life's Little Adventures

Almost five months since my last blog post?? No way!!  Ok, I'm a super slacker, but I have a big reason...well, two reasons.  Reason one: a very active 1 1/2 year old.  Man that kid can get around! I barely have time to breathe!!  He is so much fun and I'm amazed everyday at what he has learned.  How do kids get so smart?  Reason two:  Baby Foreman 2 will be here in October!  This pregnancy has been completely different from my pregnancy with Daniel. I have been sick since day one and I definitely haven't felt like blogging.  We are finding out tomorrow if it's a boy or a girl.  Everyone is asking what we prefer - our honest answer is "either". If it's a boy, Daniel will have a little brother and a built in best friend.  I do, however, worry about our grocery bill when they're 14 or 15 years old.  Sheesh!!  If it's a girl, we will have one of each - I will get to experience bows and dresses and I won't know anything ab...

So my dad is a man of few words. He usually takes everything in and doesn't say a lot.  This makes bonding hard to do with Big Wayne. Last weekend when he asked if I wanted to go to an auction with him, I jumped at the chance.  A little father-daughter bonding time never hurts.  My mom agreed to babysit so off we went on a Saturday morning. Riding in a truck with my dad is exciting -  I talk about everything and he usually just agrees or disagrees. We I talked about land, trailers, his upcoming business venture, Daniel, the weather, dogs, and food.  I ran out of topics so we just rode in silence for awhile.  I was worried what I had gotten myself into. When we got there, I saw a different side to my dad. Gone was the solemn, quiet man.  His eyes lit up. He talked about everything. He told me how the auctions worked, we compared notes on items up for bid, prices, people at the auction, and food served. He opened up to me about work, family, his dogs,...

My title is a little dramatic, but since today is Daniel's first birthday, it's my theme. I found out I was pregnant on March 20, 2010.  I remember wondering if I would even make it through the pregnancy and deliver a healthy son or daughter.  After a few scares along the way, I delivered a bouncing baby boy on December 1, 2010.   Of course he had to make a dramatic entrance with low heart rate in a room full of strangers because Mommy was under anesthesia and they wouldn't let Daddy in the operating room. (We never do anything in a normal way, lol) The first night of his life, as Stephen slept, I sat awake and wondered how I would raise him for 18 years.  I couldn't even imagine one moment without him, but I was scared to death of what to do with him.  What if he got sick? What if he cried uncontrollably?  What if I didn't know what he wanted or how to take care of him?  Steve and I encountered each of these and guess what? We made it. We survived...

When people told me time would fly, I never thought it would go by this fast! My little man is already 10 months old and growing so big.  He took his first steps, concentrates on things to figure out how they work, and can "converse" with me. When I ask him a question, he makes noises in response.  I think he's figured out that "ba-ba" is "bottle" and I'm "ma-ma" and his daddy is "da-da".  He loves to see his dad on the computer while Steve's at work and I think Skype is one of the coolest things ever invented. Time is flying by for me, too.  Somedays I realize that 29 is not really "young" anymore.  Last weekend we had a Girls Night to see Miranda Lambert in concert in Baton Rouge.  I dropped Daniel off and kissed him goodbye and hopped in with my friends to get on the road.  By the time we got to Baton Rouge, I had to say goodbye to the Spanx (too much constriction), pop some headache medicine, and was wishing ...

About two weeks ago, I got a little surprise.  I woke up when I could hear Daniel chattering on the baby monitor from his bedroom.  I went to his bedroom to find him standing up in his baby bed checking out everything in his room. When I turned on the light, he looked at me and said "Ma-ma!" with a big ole' smile.  My heart was so full!  He looked at me, recognized that it was me, and called for me! I phoned Steve immediately and told him that I'm sorry that I had won the "first word" category and it would be ok...he would say "Da-da" eventually.  I was very smug with this assumption.  I told everyone. Grandparents, friends, aunts, and uncles would all hear the story.  One proud "Ma-Ma" was me.  The very next day I was in the living room with D and Lucy (the cat) ran into the room.  He looked at her, smiled, reached out his hand to pet her, and said "Ma-Ma!"  I guess I was wrong.

It's been a really long time since I had a cold.  Usually when I have one, it turns into a sinus infection, and I'm really sick.  This past weekend, we decided to visit Stephen on the rig so he could see Daniel (and so Daniel could see him).  My throat started to get a weird feeling Friday night, but I just wrote it off as an allergy to some of the chemicals in the "riggy" air.  Saturday I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a bus.  I became a foul human to be around. I was grumpy. I complained. I wanted to sleep and be left alone.  When we got back home, Daniel started to get sick. Oh no.  A sick baby is so sad.  After my doctor's visit complete with an awesome shot (to treat the sinus infection from my cold), Daniel started to get worse.  Off we go to the ER to find out he had a cold and "the croup".  I've never had first hand dealings with "the croup" before, but it is a horrible cough.  My baby was miserable and th...

I'm having camera malfunctions, but I had to show the new and improved scary closet. I am so proud of it now I want to show it to everyone that comes to our house.  Before: That is some kinda scary! And after working on it for a few days (pardon the not-so-great pic quality): Sweet, sweet organization :) So if you come to our house and need toilet paper?  Top shelf in the middle - I've got you covered in less than 5 seconds ;)