6 tupperware boxes later

For the last couple of days I have been pulling out tupperware boxes that are full of clothes to sort through. Amelia has grown so much that I needed to put her 6 months and smaller away and start pulling out the 6-9 months and bigger.
Three huge tupperware's sorted through and the 6-9 now in her drawers, it was time to put away her teeny's away. I went through the big box of clothes that was in her room. This box that I have slowly filled with her teeny clothes as she out grew them. It was time since the box was overflowing.
I sorted through the ones I wanted to keep, the ones I didn't want, and the ones I wanted to treasure. I saved four outfits for Amelia alone. No one else will wear. Four tiny outfits for me to treasure and her to one day have.
Her newborn outfit that I took a picture of her in and sent it out as an announcement.
Her ducky outfit which seemed to swallow her at one time.
Her burgandy outfit with a sweet bunny stitched on it's side and
Her Christmas dress and shoes.

I always say, I'm sad how fast she growing but I'm thankful that she's growing.

She is such a funny little creature lately. She has such a beautiful, joyous little personality and it is the sweetest thing to be around. She loves to scream at you and to get you to scream back at her. She'll bend over while you're holding her to pick something up that she wants. She's pretty good at putting her paci into her mouth. She gets the biggest grin on her face when she sees someone or something that she loves. She'll peek around to look at someone or something. She's a grabber. She reaches out to be held. She's a very good cuddler.

And she has the cutest fake cry.

"Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was that they escaped teething." -Mark Twain

This last Wednesday, Amelia was feeling very off, ill, not well. I felt so bad for her and it was frustrating because I really didn't know what I could do for her but to watch her cues and help her in the best way, and any way, that I could.
Over the course of the day, I had tried three different times to give her Tylenol, all resulting in her throwing up. The last one was the worst. She had nothing in her belly but I knew it was coming. She kept gagging and her poor little face was so disgusted. So I grabbed her, turned her over on a towel to prepare for what was to come [up].
I don't know what was more painful. For her to dry heave twice before turning red and throwing up what little she could muster, or me, having to watch my baby go through that. I about couldn't contain myself.
Since Bryan's mom is a nurse, she offered us some advice to try to avoid the throwing up and to get some medicine down into her. She suggested to sit her up (to avoid the gagging), have her suck on her paci, insert the dropper in the side of her mouth and give her just a little at a time. Ta-da.
I did know this at one point in time. I really did.
She was so much better the next day. She looked better, felt (no fever) better and acted more like her self. It was sweet joy.
On Friday, I talked to my friend, Jolene, who has a two year old herself and she said that her daughter would always be ill just when she was about to cut teeth. So come Monday or Tuesday she would bet that Amelia would have her first tooth (or signs of it).
Sure enough, on the way home from the other side of Iowa, Courtney felt her gums and there were signs of soon-to-be teeth. I can feel her gums cutting.
My sweet, gummy baby will soon be not toothless, with tooth, to be with teeth. It's happening. It's been happening. She is growing so fast.

Did I tell you all that she is now reaching her arms out for me to hold her. She wants me to hold her all the time.


Have I mentioned how much I love watching her grow.

A bit of randomness and some catching up

Amelia hasn't been feeling very well the last couple of days. Yesterday, we took her in for her 6 month check up, yup she's officially 6 months as of last Monday, and she felt even worse afterward. She was fussy and achy. At one point she actually threw up.
Last night, she was running a slight fever of 99.7. She only woke up at two points in the night but when she woke up and after she ate she would fuss, and cry a bit for about a half hour to 45 minutes. Sometimes she just wanted to be held to fall back asleep. I felt so bad for her.
Today, she's still pretty fussy and achy. She did throw up again this morning. Both times were after I gave her some tylenol. We're figuring that she eats too much before hand and then the tylenol is just too much. I'm not sure. It's horrible though because then I'm afraid to give her any for her fever and aches. What to do, what to do...

Last week, my sister Courtney moved up here to get a head start on work and a place to live before school begins in the fall. It's nice having part of my family around. My mom, however, is now an empty-nester. She has called us a few time (3) last week, which I don't mind at all cause I always miss my mom. She also asked us to go down to her place this weekend. Can't blame her there since she doesn't get to see her grand-baby very often.

Courtney and I did go for a walk yesterday. It was gorgeous. I cant wait for more days in the 70's. I also got some yard work done. I have a blister to prove it!

Ok, I'm off to get some house work done while my sicky is sleeping.


...I think I'm in need of a Peanut Buster Parfait. Oooh, or some ColdStone...

My baby girl

My sweet little girl is growing up so quickly.
Yesterday she started splashing in the tub.
This week she has been laughing like crazy at her aunt Courtney.
She enjoys peek-a-boo and having you blow in her face.
She isn't crawling just yet, but she does 360* turns on her belly.
She loves being naked.
Today I gave her rice for the first time.
She will be six months in 6 days.
Nothing gets her so excited.
She has some strong lungs and likes to show them off by screaming.
Her lips are usually puckered making some sort of blowing/spitting/buzzing sort of noise.
She's learning to eat her feet.
She loves to stand
And dance.
When she gets really excited, she'll kick her legs and hit her thighs in delight.
She's a talker even though she doesn't know English yet.
She's growing like a weed.
She can't stand that she's not mobile.
We buy her toys and she likes the tags.
She has the most beautiful face
And makes the funniest faces.
She has the sweetest little toes.
She likes to rest her head on my shoulder. (I like it, too.)
She has the cutest little tush.

I love her.

"And the Valiant Attempt Award goes to..."

Last night, I made a valiant attempt at putting my daughter in her crib, in her own room for the first time last night.
It was hard.
I cried.
But I had thought to myself that I didn't want to be one of those moms that drives their kids crazy because she won't let them grow up. Amelia is no longer two months old. Yes, she's still completely dependent on me, but she's growing up. She couldn't stay my tiny newborn baby forever. She'll always be my baby, but I've got to let her grow up.
She fussed as usual about an hour after I laid her down, but it's always because her paci fell out when she dozed off. So, I put it back in and returned to watching American Idol with Bryan. Five minutes later, she was screaming and nothing would console her. So I picked her up and went to the rocking chair in her room. I think she just woke up and didn't know where she was, scared. We rocked and cuddled until she was back fast asleep. And then a little bit longer for mommy.
The night was kind of a haze since I couldn't just reach over and hand her her paci or roll over and pick her out of her bassinet to feed her. I had to get up and walk down the hall each time her paci fell out, twice, and also to go get her to feed her. I tried bringing her back to our bedroom to feed her but I felt like it just woke her up more. Then, at about 2 in the morning, exhausted, I went to grabbed my crying, hungry baby and went back to our room. I fell asleep feeding her and woke 2 hours later. I figured it would be about feeding time again so I would fall asleep til she cried and feed her again. I feel asleep and woke at 6 to an awake baby. Not hungry. Just awake.
She's starting to eat less and less at night. I think she just wants to be in our room, in our bed. I've created a monster. So, now the trick is to figure out if she's hungry or not really.
I feel like a need a whole night awake just to figure this out...

::sigh::

What a weekend.

Forever, I have been wanting an area to do all of my crafting. A place where I could have all my things organized so I didn't have to drag around my tools to different areas of the house just to find a location that I could sit and craft. Thus resulting in a craft disaster area for days on end until I was finished with whatever I was doing. Sometimes it would take me twice as long just to finish a craft because of all the chaos.
Well, not anymore, folks. Bryan and I decided that it was time and for my Christmas present he was going to give me a desk. Keith offered to build one for me because he did such a darn good job on Emily's and it was way cheaper. We had to wait a couple of months because we got financially strapped but we got on a budget and we pinched our pennies getting the money worked out.
A week+ ago, Keith, Bryan and I went out, got all the material, dragged it back to Keith's and he got to work on it. I sat back and dreamed about my sketches magically being turned into the real life thing. Ok, not magically. Someone did have to work on it.
Come Saturday, my desk was finished, set up in my craft area, beautiful, functional. I got right to it, setting it up, getting all my crafts organized. I worked my butt off for two hours before heading out with Emily.
We stopped at Michael's where I managed to get a few craft things and things to help organize my things. After hitting Puddled Jumpers we made our way to Wal-Mart where I got a couple more things for organizing and Emily got groceries.
After returning home, my mom and sister were waiting on me.. sorta. Courtney was hanging out but my mom was already making good use of my new craft desk.
I organized some more and hung out with the clan.
Sunday, after church, some good food and naps, we hung out and got some flowers painting in Amelia's room. Her room is almost finished! Woot!
Mom and Court had to leave this morning, which was sad because I always miss them when they leave, but allowed me to get some things done. I finished painting the flowers, picked up the living room a bit and got a bird house painted.
Oh, and poor baby, Amelia got something in her eye which apparently hurt her really bad. She cried and couldn't open her eye. She kept rubbing it like crazy and it was getting all red. I grabbed a wet cloth and tried dripping water into the corner of her eye to wash it out. It wasn't working so I called Bryan down. He calmed her down, and me, and whatever it was finally worked it's way out. Ah! The torture of seeing your child in pain!
Oh, and last night, my mom and I decided to capture Amelia' s footprint in paint. Let me tell you, that was an experience. After we got the paint on her foot, pressed it and got an impression, we didn't know where to go from there. We had gotten too excited and didn't think far enough ahead. So, here we are, holding a painted baby foot looking at each other at what to do next. So, the genius' that we are, grabbed a plastic bag and wrapped it around her foot to do the next one. We did the next foot and grabbed another bag to wrap the newly painted foot. Imagine the thought of my daughter being carried downstairs with a grocery bag tied around each foot. She had fun splashing her feet in the sink as we hosed her down. It was an amusingly good time.