Father's Day

It actually took eight pictures (I just counted out the bad ones) to get this one picture with Paul's and Rylee's eyes open. I use to think Rylee got her closing her eyes from my mom but now I think she is doomed b/c it is on both sides of the family. Paul looks like a cheese ball on purpose...he is sooo happy about getting his picture made.

This is one of six pictures that I took of them. Every single picture Tegan was looking at the camera nicely but Rylee kept closing her eyes! I hate taking pictures now!

Ready for church...I must say he was the most handsome man there.

Happy Father's Day Paul!
We had a pretty good day. Just tired at the end of it. We started with pancakes for Paul and then gave him his gifts from us. Then went to church. Then to his mom's to eat. Then back to our house for my dad and family to come over to eat. Finally at 10:00 everything is all cleaned up and the kids asleep...and I'm hungry again...how can that be?
Tegan had his first REAL breakfast this morning and ate pancakes and loved them. When I say he loved them, I mean he would probably still be eating them had I not ran out. Then tonight he got to try his first strawberry shortcake....he also loved that. Lunch was great and supper was great and all in all it was a good day. Paul did very well although I know it is a very sad day for him b/c of losing his dad almost two years ago. He struggles with it but did very well at putting on a happy face for Rylee. She gets so excited about any holiday. She wanted him to have breakfast in bed so when he was ready to come to the table with us he had to plead with her to allow him up.
Happy Father's Day Paul, Daddy and Darrin. Darrin please notice that I called your house twice yesterday to tell you happy father's day.....I hope it counts that I said it on the blog while it is still father's day!

Pictures

How cute is he????

The big 28!

So I have this dream every year around my birthday. You know, the one where you wake up and get only yourself ready and out the door only to arrive at a spa that caters to your every need for the day. The spa where you get a massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, have your hair completely made over and have someone professionally do your makeup. Then I leave the spa and come home to a CLEAN house and kids at a grandparents house and a new dress that I have picked out especially for this day. Then me and my husband head off to a nice quiet meal and movie and come home, go to bed and sleep all night!
Well as all of us know (me all to well) life never goes as it does in our dreams. Although I didn't have a bad birthday...I guess it was just no different from any other day. Paul went to work and I started the morning trying to get the children ready. Tegan had a dirty diaper so I changed him and went ahead and dressed him for the day. I sat him in the floor while I brushed Rylee's teeth and came back. I thought I smelled something so I checked him and yet again the boy had another dirty diaper. Only this time it was messy and he had bounced around the floor on his bottom and pushed it out the back of his diaper and all over his clothes. So I changed him from head to toe and cleaned him up. Sat him back down and then he spit up all over the outfit that he had on that was already looking a little to tight for him. So I gladly changed him again only to find that I have lapsed on my job as a housewife and Tegan had not one 18 month outfit clean. What kid wears 18 months at just 9 months old. So I managed to squeeze him into a onesie and darted out the door. By this time we had missed our open window to go get Tegan's weekly immunization before therapy. So we got to physical therapy where they are adding on to the hospital and had half the parking lot closed. I thought I was going to have to fight for a spot. We finally found something within 2 miles from the hospital (it was really very close to the front door) and got out and went in. Rylee acted like a fruit cake the whole time. The therapist is starting to blow me off and put Tegan off more and more but that's another post. Then we left just in time for the Dr.'s office to already be closed for lunch so that we have to wait an hour and a half to get his immunization for the week. I called my dad and we went to lunch with him and waited so long for our food that I ate my weight in the bottomless bowl of tortilla chips and salsa at Chili's. Then Tegan needed a diaper change in the 200 degree parking lot in the front seat that he is twice as long as....this was not fun for him or me who was pouring sweat! We got back to the Dr.'s office right in time to get his shot and the oral rotovirus vaccine...I think they should give me one of those. Anyways came home for about two short hours and got Rylee ready for swimming lessons and dragged her out the door. All the while Tegan keeps spitting up on himself....not alot or like he is sick...just enough to mess up his clothes and then he laughs at it. Finally we are home and the children are sleeping...oh wait, Tegan is crying. Give him his blankie and he goes back to sleep. Oh wait, Rylee is crying b/c her head hurts and it would feel better if I would give her a baby doll out to the bag of old toys that are going to Nanny's house.
I am 28 years old today. People say that I am pushing 30...What! That is still two years away. Mom says 30 is the new twenty and I say that 50 is the new twenty...it will take me longer to get there. My Granny once told me that people shouldn't complain about getting older b/c not everyone gets the chance. I agree so I guess I should just give up the dream of the spa and just be happy that I got to have a birthday and that it was uneventful! Happy Birthday to Me!!!!

Old video....

I figured I would just post an old video since for a long time my computer wouldn't let me do it. Enjoy!


Notice how he opens his mouth to eat the camera every time it is near!

A New Love...

Tegan has started to really love a certain blanket that he has. At night when he wakes up in the middle of the night I can go in there and give him the blanket and he will hug up to it and go right back to sleep. I don't even have to pick him up. I am a little paranoid about leaving the blanket in there with him while I sleep b/c well I'm just paranoid. He is sleeping with it at nap time and is now taking 2 to 2 1/2 hour afternoon naps. Anyone who knows this kid knows that this doesn't usually happen. I love this sweet little boy. That is nothing better than a little boy and his blankie!

Back in the positioner again

Meant to be played to the tune of "Back in the Saddle Again". Well Monday night I removed the positioner for the first time in months out of Tegan's bed b/c he has been holding his head up so well that I thought he would be more comfortable without it. Plus he had rolled over inside the positioner one night and was trying to turn back over to his back and he couldn't b/c the positioner decided to do its job. Last night I walked in there to put something in his room at around 10:00 and was horrified to see him on his belly, sound asleep, with his face flat into the mattress. He had not woke up nor was he attempting to turn his head to the side at all. His breathing was fine but that can't be good for him. After checking his breathing I went and got Paul to show him and he too was horrified so he lifted him up as I put the positioner back under him. This seems like a huge step that he needs to get over so that I can sleep better without worrying so much but for now, we will stay in the positioner a little longer!

Swimming lessons

Today Rylee has completed 3 of her ten days of swimming lessons. They don't let the parents stay and watch which I think is a good thing. The first day she cried the entire time. When I picked her up she said she wanted her bathing suit off and wanted her name off of the swimming lessons list. It was hard not to laugh at her b/c she was so serious. The second day she cried on and off the whole time. But today the teacher said she did great and didn't cry at all except when I dropped her off. I'm so excited that she is finally starting to try at this.