Sunday, August 30, 2009

Peekaboo Maddie Moo

This is Maddie's favorite peek-a-boo place in the house. She pokes her little head inside then I poke my head in and say, "Peek-a-boo!" Guaranteed laugh fest every time. She has recently started climbing all the way in and comes out with all kinds of goodies (see below pic).

"Mother, I'm famished. Please get going on dinner ASAP."

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Sunday Dinner

My husband has a serious problem, and so do I apparently. He somehow convinced me it was a good idea to have chocolate chip cookies and caramel popcorn for Sunday dinner. Okay, so by convince I mean suggest. But really, I've never met anyone with a bigger sweet tooth than this guy. He paces the floor if we don't have sweets in the house, and he can eat the biggest dinner and 10 minutes later go to the cupboards. "Are you still hungry Case?" "No, I'm just craving sweets now." More power to him if he can keep a slender figure and down a bag of candy in one sitting.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Go here to participate in a fun craft supply exchange. I'm excited.

Friday, August 14, 2009


Her love of books makes me very happy. I'm so excited for the day that she'll actually let me read books to her rather than her just turn the pages rapidly. Her library is growing, even though most of the books are easily torn paper pages, for which she isn't quite ready. My Harry Potter books are waiting on the shelf; ready for a mother daughter adventure.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Wednesday is a day of doom. I'm leaving to Girls Camp as a youth leader for my church. No, that's not the doom. Maddie isn't coming with me. My mom has offered her services as babysitter for four days. My anxiety is caused by two factors. 1: This will be my first time away from Maddie. 2: This will be the end of my nursing with Maddie. The past week has been really hard because every time I nurse her I get all weepy and motherly and hate the fact that she's growing up and growing more independent. Geez I'm crying as I type. Casey has been putting her to bed a few nights a week just to make sure she will do okay with my mom. I hate it. I know it's selfish, but I just want to cherish every last opportunity with her. I know, I know, I need to let go at some point, she is 14 months; a very normal age to be weaned. Months ago I was so excited to get the kid off the boob, especially those dang teeth. Seriously, who knew such pain? Maybe that's how guys feel when they get knocked down below.

So wish me luck, wish my mom luck and wish Maddie luck. I just know she will hate me when she returns, and I won't even be able to give her the comfort she wants. Gosh being a mom is hard sometimes.