Monday, November 21, 2011

Deer Camp Week

This past week, Bob went to deer camp and Isabelle and I stayed with my MIL for a few days and my dad for a few days. We had a great time. The Thursday before we left I spent the entire day baking up a storm! I always try to send Bob off with a few goodies for deer camp. This year I made 6 pies, 2 pumpkin rolls, and 2 tins of cinnamon rolls. All from scratch! I think I spent at least 8 hours in the kitchen that day. So did Isabelle. She had fun eating the brown sugar or flour that would occasionally drop on the floor. Friday night, we headed to Lansing after Bob got home from work. That night was the Carrier Classic ball game, so it was fun to watch. Saturday morning, we packed up and went to Kalamazoo for my niece's birthday party. We promised to take her out to breakfast that morning, so we left Isabelle with my SIL and took my niece out to Bob Evans. We had so much fun just spending time with her. She is such a hoot. She really wanted the waitress to sing happy birthday to her, but since they didn't do it, her Uncle Bob and I did. She sang along with us, too. It was pretty funny! As we were driving back to her house, we were about a street away and she asked if she and I could get out of the car and walk the rest of the way while Uncle Bob followed us in the car. I didn't want to say no, so I obliged. Well, as soon as we got out, she wanted to race!! I said "You're gonna make a pregnant woman run??" and her response was "It's ok, Aunt Mel, you need your exercise"!!! Thanks alot!
Sunday, we went to Cedar Street Church, which is always enjoyable for me! It holds alot of fond memories, and I can't wait for the day we can rejoin the church family there! (My FIL--Pastor Bob--is BY FAR the best Pastor I have ever met, and I've known alot. Listen to some of his sermons here. ) 
After church Sunday, Bob headed to deer camp, and Isababy and I headed to my MIL's. The rest of the day was pretty relaxing. Monday evening, we headed out to Kohls for some shopping. Tuesday, we drove up to my SIL's in Entrican to hang with her for a few hours. Wednesday night we went over to my Dad's. Friday night, we went back to my MILs and she and my FIL watched the baby while my SIL Rae and I went to Silver Bells in the City, the annual lighting of the Christmas Tree at the Capitol Building in Lansing.
Saturday evening we came home, Sunday we relaxed all day. I made the best biscuits and gravy I've ever attempted, and we made homemade calzones together. Although I missed BCIII like crazy, Isabelle and I had a fun time with the family.

This week I am 17 weeks along and feeling great. Still haven't felt too much movement, but I know it won't be long. We're hoping the next 3 weeks fly by quickly so we can find out what we're having this time. Can't wait!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Eat, Drink, and Be Messy

Now that Baby Sweetie gets to eat big girl food and can hold her own bottle, my kitchen is quite the mess. Yesterday alone, she had two baths before 2pm.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Sleepless in the D.

She slept through the night last night for the second time in her life. Hallelujah! (11:30pm-6:30am)

I have to admit that one thing I have not done well at is getting Isabelle to sleep on her own, in her own bed. It's now coming back to bite me, and it's a little frustrating. When she was first born, we planned on putting her in her bassinet next to our bed. Well, the way our bedroom is arranged, my side of the bed is next to the wall and the bassinet doesn't fit there. We could have put it on Bob's side, but it would be right in the fire escape path, and my sweet husband has a rule about that, so that wouldn't work. It just became very easy to let her sleep with us in our extra huge King sized bed. It made for easy night-feedings and just overall a great night's sleep for all 3 of us. She was never in any danger and it just worked for us.
For her naptimes, she was mainly held. Since the day she was born, she's been a people person and does not like to be put down. She wants to be held all the time. We tried to let her cry it out one time when she was really little and it made all 3 of us miserable. So, we abandoned that plan quickly.
Now that another baby will be here in 6 short months, Daddy said it's time to get her transitioned to her own room. She was weaned around 8 months and went about 2 weeks without a middle of the night feeding. Now she wakes up at least once during the night for a bottle and wakes up several times wanting her pacifier. She usually goes to sleep around 8:30pm, and we hold her for varying lengths of time before laying her down in her crib upstairs. We've tried short periods of time where she's so tired we're sure she'll just lay down easily, longer periods of time where she's dead to the world and we think we've finally got her, and laid her in her crib while she cries briefly and we put our hands on her back and sing to her or quietly talk to her. Each of these approaches have worked, however, lately she's been waking up within 10 minutes of laying her down.
For the past two weeks I have tried to lay her in her crib for naptimes and she just screams the whole time and refuses to go to sleep. She's even gone from 3 naps a day to one a few times. She wakes up at 6, and by 2pm still hasn't taken a nap....lemme tell you those days are hard.
I hear all these stories of mothers who get their babies to sleep through the night at 6 weeks and I just want to punch them in the face. heh...
We've decided we're going to read that Babywise book by the time the next one comes. I hate feeling like I've failed miserably at teaching her how to sleep on her own. Then again, maybe I just need to chill out. Babies are all different. She does get good chunks of sleep in and it's not like she's lacking. Ah. The joys of first-time mom worries. I think I need to go to sleep now.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


For some odd reason, this year I have been somewhat excited for Halloween. It's been many years since I really looked forward to this holiday. Last year I was in charge of our Halloween party at church. I had so much fun doing it last year, although it was stressful and I was 6 months pregnant, so this year I decided to only be a helper this time. So, they put me in charge of decorations. Now, I am not creative at all. Not even a tiny bit. So, I kind of found it amusing that this was my job. That, and daunting. Thankfully we have lots of other creative people at church, so I say the reason it all turned out so beautifully was because of Miss M. She is wonderful. We hung lights, posters, crepe paper, spider webs, made a scare crow, and so many other things. Someone mentioned to me that they thought it'd be cute to hang some ghosts from the lights in the foyer. Well, I didn't want to spend any more money, so I wracked my brain wondering if there was some way I could make them. Well, I had a doctor appointment downtown Clarkston a few weeks ago and noticed some ghosts that they had lining the streets downtown, and I thought about it a few minutes and came up with a plan. All I needed was supplies. Keep in mind, I am not creative at all, so to me, I was impressed. Silly, I know, believe me! HA! I found some small white balloons, some black ribbon, a black marker, and a white garbage bag. Voila, they were made.  I had my husband and another friend hang them up for me Sunday after church, and to me it just topped off the decor wonderfully. I was quite pleased. Well, as I left church on Wednesday night, I got to thinking that I didn't see the ghosts hanging on the lights. I figured I probably just didn't look up to the lights to see them, that's all. Well, when I got there the following Sunday, all 6 of them had been cut down!!! My first thought was, hmm, I wonder if it was a fire hazard or something. We do have a fire chief who attends our church, so maybe that was it. I went and asked the party coordinator if she knew what happened to them and she said no and was surprised to see they were gone. So, I went and asked the church secretary and she, too, didn't know what happened to them. Well, after speaking with my pastor, I found out that someone had come in to the church and cut them down because they didn't like them. WHAT IN THE WORLD?! They didn't even come talk to me about it. If they would have, I would've taken them down myself, no problem. Some people even refused to attend church until all the decorations were removed. Wow. Talk about disheartening. Trying to do something good for Jesus and the enemy just does all he can to destroy. I'm so sad that this turned into such an ordeal this year, but I tell you what, the enemy did NOT win! Our event was a huge success and we had more than double the people that we did last year, and overall God was glorified! I just know that I'm so thankful God didn't call me to be a pastor (or a man!). I couldn't deal with the sillyness of preferences.
Anyways, on to happier things. (I don't typically like to complain on my blog, so I'm sorry). Isabelle didn't have a Halloween costume this year. For one thing, they are RIDICULOUSLY expensive. Unreal. Also, she's too young to enjoy the holiday, so she got to watch lots of little cuties run around and get candy from our church family while being held by Mrs. A and Mr. B. She was spoiled!! She did have a little halloween shirt and socks on so she was a little festive.
On the actual Halloween date, Bob and I got to hear our littlest baby's heartbeat for the first time. It took the doctor a couple minutes to find it. I started to get nervous when he wasn't finding it. All the emotions from my miscarriage started flooding back and I found myself rushing to prepare myself for some really bad news. Then, the doctor asked me to help him out by pulling up on my stomach skin. (Nice!! nothing like having to pull up your fat roll to find the baby) and there was the heartbeat, loud and clear and strong. Tears just streamed down my face (Bob wiped them for me, so sweet!), and the doctor mentioned that Isabelle had a huge smile on her face, and Bob spoke up and asked if the doctor could tell if it was a boy by the heartbeat! haha. Anyways, it was such a special day for our family and one we won't forget....especially the fat roll part, sad to say.