After the crayon fiasco, I decided that HJ might like to paint.  I picked up some finger paints and paper and talked it up quite a bit on the car ride home.  He wasn’t overly impressed.  He wasn’t unimpressed either though.  Definitely just didn’t care.

See his unamused expression?  He did a great job of painting:

But doesn’t he seem a little bored?  Like he is thinking, “why is she making me do this?  And seriously, why is she clapping and taking pictures?  I WANT TO RUNNN!”

The end result is BEAUTIFUL, if I do say so myself (even if he was bored).

Can not wait to display it in the house!

And look at this genius frame

I love etsy.   Most of HJ’s bday party was decorated with etsy purchases, most of my Christmas gifts were purchased through etsy.  And I love scouring the pages to find cute and unique things.  Here are some of my current favorites:

Love the bracelet.  I wear my HJ necklace everyday, but think the bracelet would be a little something extra.

She makes some of the cutest hats.  I know first hand, look…

HJ had a frog theme birthday party, and this picture graced his invites (also an etsy purchase).

I wish I was patient enough to do something like this:

on a wall at my new house.  But I don’t know if I will be able to hack it.  Especially this one:

But seeing as how I have never even painted a wall, I don’t know if I should attempt this one quite yet!

I am planning a baby shower for a friend of mine and I LOVE this invite:

I am hoping I can convince the person helping throw the shower of the adorable-ness 🙂

HJ loves to color.  However, I have never been able to get him to scribble more than a line or two on a piece of paper.  Nothing really frame worthy.  The other week, he ran around with his crayon ball (the crayon ball is a yellow ball with different colors of crayons all around it…easy for him to hold).  I didn’t think much of it because he had never made more than a scratch of color on a piece of paper.  Suddenly, he came racing into the kitchen.

“MOM, MOM MOM!!” (yes, he calls me mom…not mama or mommy, just MOM)

He was so excited!  He was laughing and dragging me by the hand to my bedroom.  Once I entered the room, he ran at full speed to a wall and started smiling and pointing to the wall.  Guess what?  He CAN color much more than a scratch on a piece of paper.

He was soooo proud of himself.  I found it impossible to be mad.  Besides, I had never told him NOT to color the wall (and we live in a rental…).


  Over the next few days, he would walk over to the wall, point and just start talking away.  He thinks it is beautiful.  I haven’t cleaned it up yet either.  I love it 🙂  His first real masterpiece.

Two years ago this week is when I found out I was pregnant.  I had taken 4 pregnancy tests throughout the previous month.  Each said “not pregnant”.  And a visit to my doctor, where she said, “if you have taken 4 tests that all said no, you are not pregnant.”

Still.  Something was different.  For one, I was displaying some “symptoms”.  A good symptom…like my boobs looked amazing…I even had a friend comment on them…sign number 1.  After a few more signs, I decided to take test #5.  I had nothing to fret about since it WAS test #5 after all.  So during a commercial break of Desperate housewives, I took the test and started folding some laundry.  A few minutes later, I glanced over.  WTF!?!?  Is that a 2nd line?  Looked at the box…1 line not prego, 2 lines prego.  But the line is only partly there, what in the world does that mean???  CRAP CRAP CRAP.  I grabbed my phone and called Rebecca.  “So, I need you to run to the store for me, grab some pregnancy tests and get here FAST”

She didn’t ask questions.  She flew over, with a bottle of Gatorade and 2 tests.  I made her go look at the “results”.  “um…it says the same thing”.

“but sometimes those can be wrong, right?”

“It can show a false negative, but not a false positive”

I can’t say after that we started jumping up and down and planning a baby shower.  But I knew the instant I saw the positive test I was having a baby.  I was an emotional basket case the next few weeks.  Everything was a blur.  I went to the doctor, where they gave me “options” and then an ultrasound where I saw my precious little bean.  I told  the Deadbeat.  He said “don’t worry you won’t go through this alone, I am a better man then that”.  He proceeded to stay with me the next few weeks.  I soon realized he was doing this to convince me to have an abortion.  When he realized this was not happening, he disappeared.

A few people brought up my different options, but I knew the whole time I was having the baby.  I loved the little bean already.  The only reason I was so upset, was I knew my life was about to change drastically.  Not only drastically, but so unexpectedly.

My family and friends were amazing.  They all helped me become excited.  They showered me with love (and gifts!) and helped me switch my lifestyle from crazy and carefree to a more family friendly environment.

It is amazing how much a moment can completely change your life.  In an instant I went from one lifestyle to another.  With one faint line on a stick, I knew my life would never be the same.

It was bound to happen.  HJ got sent to time out for the first time.  What could a little 16 month old possibly get in trouble for you ask?  He was hitting me.  And refused to stop.  When I told him no, he would hit more.  So I did the “If you do that one more time, you are going to TIME OUT.”


He had to sit in the corner on his stool.  But he was so stinking cute, that I had to take a picture.

He gave me puppy dog eyes the whole time and then gave me the biggest hug!  Oh it is impossible to be mad at that little lovebug!

The same day, he also pooped in the tub and threw his toothbrush in the toilet.  Also, a bit of advice, don’t mop your floors and then serve a toddler spaghetti.

HJ and I had a busy weekend!  Tonight will be our first night at home, just the 2 of us, since last Wed., yikes!!!

My sister and her kids came to visit for the weekend.  So Friday night, the WHOLE family went to OP for pizza.  Hawaiian pizza.  My favorite.  HJ loved it too, he also loved bread sticks anddd seeing his aunt and cousins. 

Saturday morning, HJ and I quickly got a little housework in (he LOVES sweeping), a quick grocery run in and ran to the doctor for an ear infection (poor baby)/picked up a prescription!  All before meeting the family at 10:30 to go to Hartman Reserve for the Annual Pancake Breakfast.  I had been talking this event up for weeks to the family.  Mainly because I love pancakes.  So do other people apparently.  The line to eat was an estimated 1.5 hours.  With 3 little pancake hungry little ones, we knew waiting in the cold would not be a good idea.  Nana decided we should go to Waffle Stop.  That way the kids could still have pancakes.

We ordered WAY too much food.  Pancakes, waffles, cinnamon rolls, eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, coffee, juice, HOLY SMOKES.  My meal alone came on 3 plates.  My niece and nephew ate their pancakes in about 2 minutes and were ready to go.  HJ is a bit different.  He nibbled a few bites, looked around, shoved half a pancake in, talked to the workers…

The rest of the family loaded into the cars, while HJ and I sat and nibbled some more.  He wasn’t quite ready to go.  Eventually, I got HJ to head out.  We ran to my parents house, where HJ settled into his crib and my sis, dad and myself went out to do some “house stuff” for me.

Then back to Nana and Papa’s to play and make dinner.  HJ and I finally left right before his bedtime.  The next morning, HJ and I got up and went back to Nana and Papa’s for a yummy breakfast (almost Waffle Stop quality!) and hung out with the cousins until they had to leave.  It is so much fun watching how much more HJ is interacting with his cousins.  He is such a “kid” now!!

After an afternoon nap, HJ, Nana and myself went to Gallagher-Bluedorn to see a play!  Giggle, Giggle, Quack.  I had no expectations for how HJ would be at the show.  I figured we MIGHT make it 10 minutes.  BUT!  He surprised me!  He watched the show!  He laughed!  He clapped!  He waved to the actors!  He even did the “sign” for more when the duck did a silly dance!  He didn’t get restless until the last 5 minutes!  I WAS SO PROUD!

After the play, we went to great grandma and grandpa’s for dinner.  HJ  decided he had enough and was almost falling asleep in his high chair.  It was time for our family filled weekend to come to an end.  He fell asleep on the drive home.  Then again when I got him ready for bed.  Poor tired punkin’.

Family time is always fun, but I am definitely ready for a night at home with my baby!!

Daycare was a huge decision for me as a mom.  I started looking when I was about 14 weeks pregnant, because I wanted to find the “perfect” in home spot for my little punkin’.

While I was searching, I came across a cute in-home just 2 blocks away from my West Des Moines apartment.  She was nice, supportive and a neat freak.  I just knew my handsome lil man would love her.  Once I started back to work, I went through a phase where I could not stand being away from him.  I hated every second.  Some other women holding, feeding and changing HJ…ugh.  After about 2 weeks, I still had this strange feeling something wasn’t right.  I told myself I was just being a paranoid mom and to ignore it.

That is when Daycare Lady (DCL) started sending me texts at work saying “he won’t take a bottle because you breastfeed” “he needs to be held all the time, you spoil him”.  As a new mom, these are not texts you like to get at work.  So I would start crying and call to check on my baby.

DCL always said how difficult HJ was.  Most demanding baby ever.  Will never take breastfed kids after this.  So needy.  Now it was really bothering me.  Everyone else had always told me how easy HJ was and how lucky I am.  I even had friends give him bottles to make sure he wasn’t really refusing them (which he took completely fine).

My motherly instincts were starting to kick in, but I still thought I might be overreacting.

While sitting at work one day I received a text, yes a text (and no, she was not a 15 year old girl) that said “I can’t handle him anymore I am giving you my two weeks” I jumped out of my desk and left my office.  What could a 15 week old baby have possibly done to make a person (and a daycare provider at that) say something like that?  Apparently he had be crying and upset all day.

I was livid.  I quickly went to her house and stormed in.  I grabbed my baby and said “that was not an appropriate thing to send over text.  If you need to talk to me you can call me and have a conversation”.  I took HJ to the doctor right away, because something was not right.  The doctor diagnosed him with an ear infection.  So that is why he had been crying.  Poor baby was in pain.  I called DCL to tell her the diagnosis.  She followed up by saying “well maybe we can work it out then” No.  If you can not handle a 15 week old, you will not be watching my child.

I found a friend to babysit for the next couple of weeks.  I went from daycare to daycare, but was a little hesitant about any place due to my first experience.  I finally settled on one.  After being there for 1 day HJ started sleeping through the night.  After 3 days new DCL said “He is one of the easiest babies I have ever had”.  I really wanted her to call old, evil DCL and tell her that.

I now know, as a mother, trust those instincts.  I wish I would have taken him out of that daycare right away.  Thinking about what he went through those first few months still brings me to tears.