Ok, so here's "...the rest of the story"....
Carter is really growing fast. He's catching up in his weight and really is quite the chunk now compared to what he used to be. He had his four month shots a couple weeks ago and if it were up to me children wouldn't have to go through that..... EVER!!! It was horrible! Little man screamed his brains out and was pitiful for a week afterward. Not to mention the nurses failed to tell me that it could make him have a temperature and he certainly did. I was freakin' out. The babysitter called and told me his temp was over 99, so I went down to get him and it was over 101. Definitely scared this little momma. My babysitter was the only one who clued me in that the temp could probably be from the shots...... very aggravating. It's sad that there's only one pediatricians office in this area. It's ridiculous to make an appointment for 4:00 and not be seen until 6. It's not fair to the families and it's not fair to the children who are tired of sitting in one spot, they are hungry, and they are rubbing their little germ ladden hands all over each other and the toys in the waiting area and passing grossness back and forth. Not to mention, it's not fair to have me come in for vaccinations when you are out of stock and I have to come back AGAIN the next week. ARRRRGGGG!!~
Ok, I'm off my soapbox. Carter weighed 13 pounds and 14 ounces at that checkup! I'm so excited because we looked back at his records and he weighed just over 7 pounds back in December!! Little man has definitely made some progress!! I've mentioned before how he is enrolled in early intervention services with the agency that I work with, and how he sees a nutritionist here. Well, the nutritionist saw him a week after his pediatricians appointment and he weighed 14 pounds 7 ounces!!! Little heffer! He no longer needs nutrition services and graduated from the program because he has made so much progress!! I'm just so happy about it and so excited that he is doing so well.
Now, I gotta tell you about my first "crazy-mommy-moment". Our babysitter (we will call her P) just took on another little boy to watch over. I was talking to P as she was standing with her daughter (we will call her T). This little boy, we will call him "Devil", crosses the room, pinches T, and walks back to his toys. "Devil" proceeds to do this three times, all the while I'm watching him and wanting to scold him. P puts "Devil" in time out for a second. He gets up from time out and walks over to Carter, my little baby Carter, who is the youngest and smallest of all 5 children P keeps. My mind starts FLYYYYING! I just KNEW he was about to pinch Carter. I was on this kid like white on rice. I dart over to him and pick up Carter so the Devil wont pinch him. All the while my mind is going a hundred miles an hour thinking, "So help my God! If you pinch my kid I will knock your ever loving block off!!! I don't know you, I don't know your name, your parent's name, or anything else besides the fact that you will be flattened to the floor if you touch my son!!!" I just don't think I've ever moved so fast. Dear Lord, I'm totally stressing the days that Carter has to go to daycare and gets pinched and bitten by other children. I will have to be put in restraints to not go after that other child or their parents. .......ok...... breathe!!!!!......
As a side note, here is a delictable recipe my cousin sent me. I haven't had a chance to cook it and give you any kind of insight on it, but she always makes good food, so I trust her :) Enjoy!!!
Oh, and she didn't give me a name for it, but said it was to die for. So, I'll go with it.....
To Die For Pie
Cream together 1 block of at room temperature & Mix 1 can Eagle Brand Milk & 1 large container of . Prepare 2 deep dish pie crusts. Sautee pecans & flake cocoanut in a little butter until toasted lightly (however much you like for your pie) Pour 1/4 of the mixture cream cheese in the bottom of each crust. pour a good amount of caramel ice cream topping on the mixture & top with cocoanut & pecan mixture, then layer another layer of the cream cheese, then caramel again, then cocoanut & pecan on top. Put in freezer until well chilled.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I didn't realize it's been so long since I've blogged. Things have been absolutely insane here. This blog was meant to be a place to share recipes of food that I've cooked and loved, but I haven't really cooked since Phillip moved to Greensboro. We have a routine of switching who drives to see the other person on the weekends and it seems to be working out well except for the fact that Carter hates to ride. He screams, and I mean full out scream, for the last hour every single time. There's no calming him until he is taken out of his car seat. And don't even think about trying to stop and giving him a break. He just gets even madder that you've put him BACK INTO his car seat. Yowzers! Lil man has some lungs, that's for sure.
I've got sooo much catching up to do, I guess I'll have to do it over several days. Well, as I mentioned on one of my last posts, the last time I went home I got really really sick and was throwing up. So, Phillip kept Carter so I could travel back up to the mountains and get better. We met half way on Wednesday to bring Carter back, so I had 3 days to myself. It made me miss little man soooo bad! Geez! Thigns are very stressful when he's here, but I never imagined I could miss him and his sweet little smile so much. I got over the grossness and eventually decided to make the best of my last night without the baby and get a lot done. So, this is what I did Tuesday night:
You know what I should've been working on? The house. You know why???......
Yup, our sweet little first home is on the market. It's soooooo sad. I really hate to say goodbye to our house. It's so perfect and it's really the best "first home" we could've ever found. The neighborhood is fantastic, the house is beautiful, it looks over the mountains, and it has so much potential downstairs to be an extra 2 bedrooms, bathroom, and playroom area. All of this stuff I had in my mind and planned out to do. The Realtor did a nice job of taking pics of the house and it's been sooooo hard keeping it spic-and-span every single night, when I would rather just go to bed. Well, this has been a looooong entry, so I'll have to finish catching you up at a later time.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
So, as you can tell by my very little blogging, things have been incredibly hectic here. Phillip is now living in Greensboro and the baby and I are here trying to live a normal life. Things are hard, and I miss him so much. I got to go home this past weekend and see him, but it was definitely too short. Let's not forget how awwwwful my first week alone was.
Monday- babysitter's daughter was sick so I didn't have childcare
Tuesday- ditto the above statement
Wednesday- snowed and iced, but I had a backup babysitter
Thursday- pipes froze, no way to bathe baby or make bottles
Friday- no babysitter
And, let's not forget Sunday. I got incredibly sick on Sunday. I was throwing up allll morning and felt like absolute death. So was Paisley. She threw up all over the place too. Well, in all actuality, she threw up all over her mother.... in McDonald's.
So, needless to say, it was a very rough first week. But, on the lighter side, I gotta tell you my story about going home. As I have mentioned before, I have a weakness for strawberry frosted donuts from Dunkin Donuts and there is no location close to where I live. So, on the way to Greensboro, I stopped in Winston-Salem and ordered my beloved and a flat bread sandwich with turkey, cheddar and bacon. My first clue of things to go wrong should have been the person trying to give me a jelly filled donut. But, I got that straightened out. The second clue should have been that the person taking my order barely spoke english and I had to repeat my order 3 times. The third clue should have been that this lady knooooows the smell of bacon. When I got the sandwich in my car and got back on the highway I noticed that there was no smell of bacon in my car. So, I open my package and you will never believe what was in there...... just take the wildest guess...... AND I MEAN WILDDDDDEST GUESS......
.....a flatbread sandwich covered in chili!!!! Seriously!!! Really?!! Chili??!! On flatbread!!!??? That is not anywhere close to "turkey-bacon-cheddar-flatbread-hold the mayonaise"!!!!!!!! I even looked at my receipt and it had the right order on it!! I think to myself, "was there someone behind me that ordered this".... then I remember being freaked out because the parking lot was so dimly lit and no one was there. So, there was no one to confuse me with!!!!! Lord have mercy people! I cannot tell you how bad I wanted that sandwich. It was on my mind alllll weekend. I still am having issues and I'm seriously thinking of writing a dirty letter to the company. And to answer the question you are all thinking, NO!!! I did not eat that nasty sandwich. But Phillip did. He only got a few bites in and got nauseas it was so gross. At least the gave me the right donut flavor. They forgot the sprinkles, but I think I'll be ok with it...... maybe.