Weekend Family Fun

Saturday we packed up to go visit with Uncle Josh, Grams, and (Great) Uncle Randy at Grams house. Sadly we missed Aunt Jill and (Great Aunt) Georgine.

Grace looked mighty cute. We ate, got presents, and lots of love. Correction: Grace got presents, because Grace always gets presents. We are not alone in the constant spoiling of our child. Grandparents are spoil seekers. All they have to do is leave the house and sweet little things to buy are attracted to them like a magnet. From there we went to visit our Lindsay. That’s right, we own her. She’s ours and you can’t have her.

Once we got home, that’s when the real fun began. After tiny and all to short naps in the car, Grace was in great need for sleep. That’s when the ears really started to bother her. Bet you can’t guess what happens? Yep, all of those things Dr. Boone mentioned, she got. She was pulling on them, crying, and just plain unhappy. Ear infections are evil. She’s miserable, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. So I’ll be calling Dr. Boone tomorrow.

Dear God, will it never end?

Tuesday Grace had an appointment with Dr. Reed, for a checkup and hopefully her shots. Well, we got her shots but she still has an ear infection. That’s right folks, a solid month of ear infections. She has been on three different antibiotics, and Dr. Reed suggested we see an ENT and most likely gets tubes. I was freaking out! Not my baby. Are you serious, tubes? It’s surgery; she can’t even sit up by herself. So off we went to the ENT, Dr. Boone. And when I say we, I mean all of we; Jared, Grace, and me. Dr. Boone suggested we try Nasonex for the next two weeks and hopefully that will help her ears drain. If not, TUBES! Nasonex? Ever give a 5-month old nose spray? Yeah, they should call it Infant Parent Torture. He also told us to call if she started to get real fussy, had trouble sleeping, or had fever. So we’ll see how it goes.
Jared on the other hand, is apparently having sympathy pains and also has an ear infection. His right ear canal was almost completely shut. So I sent him off to the doctor too. We need a vacation.

You can just call me Martha Stewart.

So I’ve become quite the little online baby product buying freak, and in the process I’ve found a lot of really cute things. Through my many searches I came across some obnoxious yet very precious flower hats and headbands. And then it came to me; why buy when you can make! My art degree might as well come in handy for something. So instead of spending a ridiculous amount of money on a headband, plus shipping and handling, I made one. Well actually I made two; I couldn’t help it. After I made the pink headband, I wondered what she would do if she was wearing a different color. I didn’t want the other little ones making fun of my baby because her hair accessories didn’t match her outfit.

When Daddy’s gone, no one has any fun...especially Mommy.

Jared had to work on Saturday so he decided to stay in town on Friday, to avoid having to commute an extra day. So we were all on our own. This made me super nervous considering how Thursday night had gone. After eating all her rice cereal, sweet potatoes, and remaining formula, I thought it would be fun to show Daddy Grace’s new favorite game. I was wrong… sort of. So I proceeded to show Jared how Grace sits on my legs facing me and I bounce her up into a standing position with my legs. What was I thinking, right? After about 10 minutes of calmly lying on me, that was when our beautiful little princess engaged in an involuntary personal protein spill. I stood in the kitchen with Grace while sweet potatoes and rice cereal dripped down my legs, and Jared cleaned all the fun off the carpet. He also had to fend off the dogs, because they look at vomit with a kind of, “Well if you’re not going to eat that, I will,” face.
So needless to say I was concerned about all the fun I’d have out numbered 3 to 1. But except for missing Daddy, everything worked out, even though Oakley threw up a little on the floor. There’s always 1 of 2 things happening in this house. Either someone’s puking or someone’s pooping.