pool party!

THE BABIES GOT TO USE THEIR POOL! i think i was more excited about it than they were though. it took me a good 30 minutes to get them both changed and sunscreened. i blew up the pool (and almost passed out doing it) and filled it up. got the babies outside and into the pool. jordan hated it. which is weird because he LOVES showers and baths, so i just figured, its water, he'll love it. wrong. he wanted out SO bad. so i got in with them and then he was fine.

mama's boy

....ashlyn on the other hand...she kept wanting to dive face first into the water. i was holding her, with both hands and all of the sudden she just goes limp and plops into the water. crazy baby. so i decided it was time for her to have a break.

so jordan and i swam, or rather, splashed, for a while and then i brought ashlyn back in. we were only in there for like 45 minutes and i got a WICKED sundburn on my shoulders and all down my back. freakin' hurts. apparently "sunscreen" should be called "sunburn in a bottle". i guess that'll teach me.

it was boatloads of fun. except for the sunburn part. and the pool is so cute with its little precious planet animals and motorized whale sprinkler! i can't get over it. but i guess i don't have to because its in my backyard :D

and i just thought that this was the most adorable picture. i love his little feet!

ooooh boy...

so jordan has been flirting with pulling himself up on the crib for a few weeks now. but today...he pulled himself up to STANDING in the crib. oye.

then:

he was just sitting on his knees and chewing on the side of the crib.

now:

he's actually standing up! 'tis a sad day for this mommy.

in a matter of 3 short weeks, he's learned how to use his legs SOOO much better. where is the time going? and can i please please PLEASE slow it down?! now i know why people are always telling me to enjoy it while i can. "this stage won't last".

i'm thinking that once the temperature goes up towards the end of the week, its gonna be pool time for the babies! i'm so excited...i bought a little swimming pool for them like 2 and a half months ago and i'm DYING to use it. precious planet rocks my mommy world. it says that its for 18+ months but i say...too bad! as long as they're both seated safely in the pool, we're good to go. 18 months. that's just too ridiculous.

already?!

i say this every month....but i can't believe jordan is 7 months old today! it gets harder and harder to remember everything about his birth and it makes me so sad. i always thought that i'd never be the mom that said "i don't remember". but as it turns out, everyone turns into that mother. obviously, i remember the important things like the time and how much he weighed. but i wanted to remember the little things like the nurse's names and the anesthesiologist's name (no one ever told me his name, but i DO remember calling him God after he gave me my drugs!)

he's getting so big and looking so grown up! everyone says he looks like me. i think they're all lying to make me feel better. either way, he's the cutest baby i've ever seen.

he's starting to cuddle with me on purpose, which i think is the sweetest thing in the universe. but he throws amazing tantrums too ha ha! i guess you have to take the good with the bad.

anyway, he's 7 months old and it just makes me want to cry. but he's big and strong. so that's really great! 17 lbs 4.5 oz and 27.5 inches long.

viruses and mother's day and pictures OH MY!

soooo, jordan had a really high fever for 3 days and i was pretty worried about it because he's usually a pretty healthy bundle. so i made an appointment for him on may 10th. by the time he wakes up from his nap on that day, the fever? gone. in its place? a rash that literally appeared out of nowhere. so i made ANOTHER appointment for may 11th. (i'm pretty sure the front desk people at the pediatrician's office, hate me) we actually DID make it to that appointment where they did some tests and the result came back as ....drumroll.... viral roseola infantum. yea. sounds scary. and it is. turns out that a possible symptom of the really high fever is seizures. but, once the fever breaks, you're out of the woods. thankfully, we passed that part with no incidence. he's all better now, but boy oh boy, was i a freaked out mama!

my first mother's day was kind of a bust. we didn't go anywhere in the morning (by anywhere, i mean church, where we usually would have been) and it was very uneventful. my dad stopped by and gave me a card and my sweet sweet brother sent me a car via my SiL. he's never EVER sent me a card in my life!

later that night, we went to my cousin's for a cookout and swimming. it was so windy by the time we got there, i said a big fat no to the swimming part.

it was also kind of sad to see families out and about. like, families that have a mom and a DAD with the beebee. i felt a little sorry for myself, but then i realized that its not so bad. because really, i think i do a pretty good job for both roles. anyway, i could have gone without mother's day. *sad face*

EXCITING!!

we got pictures taken today and i'm so freakin' stoked. this time it was the WHOLE family: mom, dad, matthew, little matthew, cheyenne, sudden and of course, jordan and i. they turned out SO well! anyway, i love the picture people and they make me spend far too much money. although, today, i got a pretty sweet deal. $63 for 7 sheets. it may not sound like a good deal, but considering i paid almost $100 for 5 sheets last time....good deal methinks.

emotional much?

i just finished watching an episode of 16 and pregnant. it was about a girl and her ex who were flip flopping on the idea of adoption. they finally decided that they were going to give up their son. its just so weird to think that at one point, that was an option for me. it didn't take long to put the kibosh on it, but it was there.

i cried my eyes out when she handed him over to the "new parents". i was immediately reminded of why i didn't choose adoption. i knew that i wouldn't be able to go through 9 months of feeling kicks and seeing him on ultrasounds and go through the incredible pain of labor and have nothing to show for it at the end of it all. i just couldn't walk away with nothing.

i know that things would be different had i chosen a different option, but i wouldn't have been able to live with any other decision. i don't know why i'm still crying as i write this. i guess i'm still thinking about the heartbreaking look on that girls face. also listening to her parents supporting only adoption. i consider myself so incredibly lucky to have the love and support from my family with the choice i made.

i chose to give him life.

i chose to forever change my life and who i am.

i chose to find the love of my life in his tiny little face.

i chose to be his mommy.

i have never doubted that i made the right decision. i love jordan with everything that i am and i can't imagine my life without him.

what. is. going. on.

for one, i can't sleep. the reason you ask? because my gorgeous, amazing child is waking up every 15 minutes. when i go into his room, he's sitting up in his crib, crying. he was burning up this afternoon, so i decided to take his temperature *100.5*...i FA-reaked out and called the pediatrician immediately (it makes me really upset that the nurse who answers the phone can't tell me if 100.5 is high enough for me to take him to urgent care. but i digress) so i have to sit there freaking out for 10 minutes waiting for the pedi to call me back. he says to buy the generic brand of baby tylenol (in light of the recent recall) and keep an eye on him. useless. i gave him a bath and let him splash around in the water for a while. that brought his temperature down to *98.4* which made me happy. i fed him and he got super fussy, so i took it again. *100.1*. i should have taken it before he went to bed, but i didn't. so, that was the freak out session for the day.

in other news, he started crawling on cinco de mayo :( and he can now pull himself up on his crib. not all the way, but to his knees. time to move the mattress down...it amazes me everyday how much he's growing. makes me want to ball my eyes out.

i should most definitely be sleeping.

instead, i'm doing this.

we're back from vacation now and it was so sad to leave, but great to get home. **sidenote: don't wear make-up (or DO wear water-proof) on a day you're supposed to leave your family. you just cry it off**

the flights were alright. the first one was only 35 minutes. jordan slept the whole flight. the next one was a ridiculously long one. 3 hours and 51 minutes. i don't know how people fly over seas. i would murder someone. the other 2 were relatively short and the last one was probably the best flight i've ever had. there was a puerto rican/black lady behind us and jordan was flirting with her like NOBODY'S business! she talked to her seat mate the whole flight (21 minutes) and cracked me up the whole way. she ended all her sentences with "mmmmhmmm". hilarious.

so here's a funny story....a little off track and out of order, but it just came to mind. on our way out to new york, the steward comes up to me and asks if i have a lot of diapers. i'm like "ummm i guess so..." he goes on to explain that there was a father who checked his bag with all his daughter's diapers in it (ha ha!) and warned me that he might need one in the duration of the flight. i said that was fine and the flight goes on. i get up to changed jordan's poopie diaper. the lavatory is small and all i see is a 6 inch wide "counter" to change him on. so i lay him down and change him. this process takes me about 10 minutes because he's squirming around. after he's all changed, i go to the bathroom. i put the seat down and flush the toilet. i look up and what do i see in giant black letters?

CHANGING TABLE

oye.

i return to my seat, and fall asleep. i get that feeling that someone is staring at me, so i open my eyes. there's the steward again. he says, "i wasn't going to wake you up, but since your eyes are open, the father i told you about, needs a diaper." i was totally creeped out because he stared me awake.

so, the dad comes down the aisle with his little girl (who has to be AT LEAST 2 or 3) and i'm thinking to myself that there's no way this girl is going to fit into jordan's diapers. i hand him the diaper and wipes and he heads to the bathroom. he comes back 20 minutes later with his daughter picking the diaper out of her butt HA HA! i bet that's the last time he does that!

so that's my story....

***in other news*** they lost the carseat. BUT, they found it and will be delivering it between 11pm and 3 am today. yea. he told me to leave a note on the door so i wouldn't have to wait up for the delivery man. weird hours, but ok...