my saturday: aka "plan R"

pictures from today.

baby girl wanted her daddy to take her outside.  so she put his socks on him.  

honey showed her this little freckle on her leg and now when you ask "where's your freckle?!"  she points to it.

she allllmost looks like a girl.

here... not so much.  i imagine when we get a son, he'll look like this.

i went to a soccer game with a car full of young women while honey took baby girl with him to coach nate's hockey game.  then i ran to the grocery store for a few things while the neighbor kids pushed baby girl around in a wagon.  when we were finally reunited after lunch, i picked baby girl up to put her down for nap and she just snuggled right into me.  this never ever happens.  so i had honey take pictures.  it was the cutest thing ever because she kept lifting her head up to kiss my neck (i kiss her neck allll the time... because how could you resist?!) and although i probably should have seen a red flag about this, i didn't... i just kept soaking it up.

so sleepy

best three minutes of my life

we had an awesome date night planned for tonight.  honey and baby and i were going to go to dinner and a nuggets game with my brother and sister in law and honey's client's family.  they were bringing their little girl who's a few months older than baby girl and all week that kid has been so excited to play with baby.  so basically, it was going to be a pretty awesome night.  

dinner reservations were in denver at 5 so at 4, i went up to baby's room to wake her up.  i opened the door to find her awake and standing in her crib.  when i got closer, i saw and smelled vomit.  and when i got even another bit closer, i realized that she was still puking.  faaabbbbulous.  no time to clean it up, so i changed baby's clothes and we were out the door.  this was the third random vomit incident this week and i just kept trying to think of what new food i could be feeding baby that would cause her upset tummy.  i figured it couldn't be too bad (like what i had last weekend) because she never seemed upset or in any discomfort at all.  i asked honey if i should stay home with her.  he said something along the lines of "naaaahhhhh.  the client's little girl is soooo excited to see baby girl and plus, i'm sure she's fine now.  there's no way she's going to puke again tonight.  still, i threw in a change of clothes for her and we were on our way to pick up bri and kelsey.  everything was good and we were all super excited for our night... until three minutes after we left their house when they said from the back seat "uhhh, abigail is throwing up."  "she's throwing up so much it looks like she's having trouble catching her breath."  "she's still throwing up.  it just keeps coming."  wonderful.  so i decided i should probably stay home with baby.  honey wanted to leave her with a babysitter because once again, "there's no way she's going to throw up again tonight!" but i didn't want to chance it.

so that's how my night when from plan A, far down the alphabet to somewhere around plan QRSSTUV or something.  i spent the next five ours doing several loads of laundry.  a load of pinks, a load of crib bumper and carseat cover, and a load of whites to make sure that mattress cover got good and clean.

i have to laugh when things say "wash with like colors" because honestly, what's the other option?!?!
i looove pink laundry.

punishment... put behind bars.

well what would you know but elmo saves the day again.  

i made my own contraption for how to wash the non detachable straps.

dinner: two saltines and a sippy of milk

typical

not in the mood to be photographed

after washing my crib bumper "with like colors" i hung it to dry.  first time i've ever washed it and let me tell you... it's a pain.  and i haven't even had to tie those millions of ties back on yet.

i think she was having bad flashbacks of when i used to take pictures of her in this chair every day.  she's glad i gave up on that.

looks so naked without the bumper.  poor baby girl won't be able to burrow into it tonight.

my make shift bumper.  

and i set the other end up just like i normally do.  y'know... for consistency.

reading pride and prejudice.  her favorite page is "two rich gentlemen" because mr. darcy and mr. bingly have a hunting dog with them and baby likes to make it bark.

  

so that's the story of how my super awesome saturday went from a 10 down to something below a 10.  but if i'm completely honest, i still really loved my night tonight.  it wasn't a nice dinner or nuggets game as a family with friends.  but it was hanging out with my baby... taking care of her because i'm her mom.  it felt like an honor.  like only i could do that job the very best.  granted, she didn't barf anymore and she acted completely happy and fine but still... i felt special that our baby needed to spend the night at home and that i was the one that got the honors of going with her.

if i've said it once, i've said it a million times... when it comes to my baby girl, i find that even my most frustrating/disappointing/annoying/whatever days/nights are infinitely better than even my very very very best days/nights before i had her.  and i'm not just saying that.  it's the truth.  like i never got to experience real happiness before i had her.  the good thing though is that i never knew that until after.  ;-)

and uhh, not to end on a downer but my poor christopher got home from the game tonight not feeling too hot and within about 10 minutes i was listening to what sounded like honey barfing up everything he's eaten in the last four years.  sooo at least he'll hopefully get to sleep off a good chunk of it tonight, but still... how bout you send a few prayers his way?