Blaming poor Hannah

There are so many things I would love to write about now, but time is short. Imagine that. Just wanted to say that today we went to a friend's house and Josh brought up how Hannah had became the stinky fart queen and how they smell like rotten eggs, all the while holding her up and sniffing, just to check.

On the way home he tells me that she didn't actually do it, it was him and he had to cover it up b/c E got up and walked across the room. OMG. Poor Hannah is getting blamed for her daddy's rankness. First it was the dogs, now it's our baby.

*Sigh*

My in-laws called on Sept. 11 and told Josh that a family friend had been killed in Iraq. He was Josh's age, had a wife my age, and they had a baby that was only a few months old. He was due to come home in approximately a week. My heart just aches for them--I cannot imagine the pain they are going through. Is it selfish to think "Thank God it's not us"? Probably, but it so easily could be. I can't wait for Josh to be finished w/ his time. Officially it's Nov 14, but he starts terminal leave Oct 22. I know there are temptations to staying in (30K bonus, get his E7, etc) but he said family is more important, he wants to settle down and not have to move every few years. If it weren't for the fear of deploying again, I wouldn't be so vehement about him getting out. Josh doesn't mind the deployment but I do. As far as I'm concerned, he's done his time overseas. While I am not a fan of the war, I am a fan of our soldiers. I am so proud of my husband and I love seeing him in his uniform. When people (like the bitch at Target) give him nasty looks while he's in uniform I want to rip their heads off. It's people like him that give her the right to say or do whatever the fuck they want w/out consequences of torture or death or whatever. I hate that. Don't act like you're better than someone who fights for your freedom to run your mouth about things you can't even begin to understand.

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Whew. Enough about that. Hannah slept from 2200-0700 last night!! I cannot fricking believe it!!!! She slept in her swing all night. After an hour of screaming she finally settled down and I put her in the swing. Zzzzzzzzz. Thank you thank you thank you. I woke up at 0400 (habit) and she was still snoozing away. Bing slept in the living room by her all night. He's Hannah's new body guard :) And as I've been thinking what I want to write, it all goes out the window when I actually sit down to do it. Little missy is sleeping again and I tried to fall asleep w/ her but I guess my body's accustomed to the sporadic sleep I've been getting.

Hannah has been sleeping w/ us for a few weeks since it was the only way I could get her to stay asleep. Not a habit I really wanted to start, but hey, when it's the only way I can sleep, I'll take it. Anyways, Josh says to me a couple days ago that Hannah needs to either sleep in her bassinet or her crib. I freaked out and said no way was she sleeping across the house in her crib. So bassinet sleeping it is. She was sound asleep and after putting her down, she of course wakes up like always. So I rock her in the bassinet for over an hour to get her to sleep. Wakes up about 2 hours later. Damn. Normally she lasts at least 4 when she sleeps w/ us. I get up, feed her, change her, etc and she's back asleep. Back in the bassinet she goes. Wide awake at once. Another hour is spent trying to get her back asleep with no avail. Finally, finally, finally....she falls asleep w/ her binky and Josh wakes up and is grouchy as hell b/c she was breathing loud. I got pissed, picked her up, and went to sleep in the guest room w/ her. She was out like a rock for hours after that.
Fast forward to later that night>>>>>

Josh: Is Hannah going to sleep in bed w/ us tonight?
Me: Um, you said no.
Josh: Yeah, I was wrong.

Hehehehe. I have never heard sweeter words. She never made it to our bed since she zonked out in the swing. I am hoping tonight will be a repeat. We tried gripe water for the first time last night and while I didn't see a difference right away, she has never slept like that...ever. I hope she makes a habit of it!!

Nothing exciting

I'm feeling better today. Little Miss Hannah fell asleep in Josh's arms about 2130 last night and slept clear until 0500!!! Back asleep at 0600 until 0900. That's only b/c she slept w/ us. When she sleeps in her bassinet right beside us she wakes up about every 2 hours. I'm not much for having her sleep w/ us, but I love my sleep, so it works for now.

Marie sent me 2 dozen roses yesterday! They are gorgeous and smell wonderful--not like the old lady rose smell. Said she wanted to perk me up b/c she knows babies aren't always easy and I've been having a hard time w/ Hannah. Marie's came a long way from where she was-completely turned her life around. I'm proud of her although I don't really understand some of the choices she has made. It's not up to me to judge though.

Today is College Football Day in our house. The sucky thing about living down here is that when Ohio State plays I only get to watch it if it's on NBC or another major network. Boo! Notre Dame in on at 1800 so unfortunately I will probably get sucked into that vortex w/ Josh. Not that I love football--the only teams I watch are OSU and Notre Dame (when I have to).

We have also decided that we are going to put some of our pictures back up. We use those Hercules Hooks things--they are SO neat! Anyhow, I hate the fact we've had Hannah's pictures taken twice and yet can't hang them up anywhere. So we are going to hang them up anyways and if someone comes to look at the house, we can quickly take them down.

After we paint, that is. We bought a gallon of paint for touching up and wow...what a mess. I distinctly remember picking out Eddie Bauer's "vanilla bean" and keeping the paint swatch. That is what our painters were supposed to paint the main rooms. So that is the EXACT color we go buy for touching up. As Josh starts, he says to me, "Baby, this is darker than our walls". I told him it was because it was wet, it would dry the same color.

Um, no it did not. It looks like we have camo on our walls--stupid, stupid, stupid. As it turns out, our painters did not paint our walls the color we requested last year. However, it was so close we couldn't tell when we moved in. Well hell's bells we can see it now. So now we have to repaint our entire great room. That blows, especially w/ our cathedral ceiling. I hate painting!!!

Would you like your ass handed to you as well?

I guess this will be some sort of a vent post, but oh well. That's how I usually start off anyways. How can some people be handed everything in life, yet still find the balls to complain about how lousy they have it? **Sob, poor me, boo hoo** Give me a break. Grow the hell up. I know people that have parents who hand over what ever their little hearts desire. Seriously--need a new car? Ok. Need rent paid every month? Ok. New clothes? Got it.

While there are times when things get rough and I can totally understand helping out, there comes a point when it's time to take responsibility for yourself and your actions. I say this b/c if you are having a hard time w/ money, don't got out and pay $60 for a massage. You do NOT need to go to Abercrombie and spend $300 on a pair of jeans and 2 shirts. You do NOT need to buy "enhancements" for your vehicle (Which your parents bought). For God's sake, grow the f*** up and take care of yourself. Ack, it irks me to NO freaking end. Parents become the enablers and then wonder why their kids don't appreciate anything and expect to be bailed out of every situation while they blow their money on trivial crap.

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On the brighter side of things, Miss Hannah is doing better! We went back to the doctor yesterday and she's up to 10 lbs 9 oz--oink, oink! We've increased her Prevacid to twice daily and now I can't have any dairy. Oh man, that sucks. Big donkey balls. I drink milk all the time and eat cheese like crazy. Not to mention yogurt. oh well, anything to make Hannah feel better. Plus her doc said she's got a nasty case of colic mixed in w/ her reflux, but the good news is she should be outgrowing her colic soon--Yippeeeeeeeee!

We got her 8 week pictures taken a couple days ago. I can't believe how much she's changed, oh my goodness. It makes me teary eyed to see our little girl growing so fast. I just want to throw a quick YAY out to Sears for providing a 20% military discount b/c I am getting ready to piss all over their parade.

The photographer was this ancient lady who was slower than me 9 months pregnant in a marathon during the hot July weather. Her breath was atrocious (we refer to that as dragon breath, or DB for short) and she was LOUD. Scared the living crap out of Hannah multiple times and me too for that matter. By the time Hannah would stop screaming and have a smile, DB was too slow to get the hell out of the way for a picture. Jeezy peets, we were there for 2 1/2 hours. Need I say more? So I pulled a bottle out to soothe Hannah a bit between pics and the lady looks at me in disgust and says, "You don't nurse"?

I tell her, yes, I pump all the time. DB says, "Nursing is just not for you, huh?" I reply, "No, not really". DB goes into this long speech about nursing and how her daughter nurses twins blah blah blah. Then she pisses Hannah off again and while she's screeching her lungs out (I think trying to tell DB to back the hell up and brush her teeth) DB says to me "Why don't you go ahead and nurse her for a bit?"

I say No, we dont' really do that, her bottle was fine. I have no problem whatsoever w/ mamas who nurse in public, I'm glad they feel comfortable enough to do that. Me, on the other hand--I rarely do it at home, let alone in a photo studio w/ DB hovering over me. Plus when Hannah is so pissed and screaming she wants nothing to do w/ my boobage.

DB gets huffy. I ask if she's the only photographer here. Unfortunately, yes. Ugh. So it looks as if we wont' be going back to that Sears.

Personal Note to DB: And might I mention that while yes, I received 3 sheets free as part of my gift certificate, it does NOT mean I want to spend even more money on pictures. And when I explain that I am getting her pictures taken every month for the first year, don't roll your freaking eyes at me and proceed to try and sell me your crappy little collage that sucked ass. I do NOT want pics of Hannah screaming because while you think it's cute, all our pictures at home are of her screaming. I am not paying for those ones, idiot. Perhaps if you wouldn't get a centimenter from her face w/ your nasty breath and loud obnoxious voice, she may have been more cooperative. Oh, and I don't appreciate you snatching her up from the platform and trying to soothe her. I am her mama, that is my job. And when she quiets down the second I take her, don't give some crap comment about it. Lady, while I may be new at this, she is MY daughter and I know what works somewhat, but I know what definitely does NOT work. You are it.

How ironic

Today Josh and I had a date--without Miss Hannah. I was SO excited to get out and then once we left, I felt...kinda empty. I've never been away from her before. As much as I wanted to get out for a couple hours, it was so weird. BUT, it was great to go out to eat and see a matinee. Superbad was freaking hilarious--I laughed the entire time. **WARNING** Don't take young kiddos to see it. It was not what I expected it to be, but it's definitely a buyer.

Last night Hannah wasn't so bad. She screeched off and on, but not continuously. We all snuggled up in bed about 2300 and Josh got up w/ us in the middle of the night. Then we snuggled back up and snoozed until this morning. I love when he doesn't have to go work and we can just lounge around!

*****Things I said I would never do when I had children, yet have already done in 7 1/2 weeks***

1. Have her sleep in the same room. No wait, same bed. Hahahaha. I never understood what 2 hours of sleep means until we had Hannah.

2. Dress her in "boring"clothes every day. Who the heck has time to put on cutesie outfits to hang around the house in? They are diaper explosion magnets.

3. Hold her all the time, whether she "needs" it or not. She's too hard to resist cuddling!!

4. Feed her according to her schedule. Yeah, I thought I would make her schedule at the ripe old age of 3 days. Didn't exactly happen. Duh.

5. Sing silly little songs and talk like a babbling lunatic to her. Um, who doesn't talk like to babies?

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Josh in watching the Notre Dame game and Hannah is all curled up on his chest. It's so cute! She tries to snuggle like that on me, but my boobs get in the way and then she gets pissed that she can't get comfortable. It's a vicious cycle.

So, while our date was fantastic, I was more than ready to get back to our little missy. I missed her so much--we'll see if I remember that when she starts yelling tonight. Yesterday I put her in the swing so I could pump. There I am double pumping, she starts yelling bloody murder, so I try to put a binky in her mouth (I have about 1/2 hand at this point and the swing was moving). At that point, Traxie walked in the living room and starting heaving. I'm yelling at the dang dog to go to the kitchen (tile floor, easier to clean up). Does she walk the 2 feet to the kitchen? NO. She heaves for 10 seconds and then pukes on the carpet. My hands were full of boobage and pump, Hannah's screaming, I have milk streaming down my belly and legs, and Trax ralphed on the carpet at my feet. I cried. Ugh. Thankfully Josh got home from work not too long after that and saved me. I love my husband.