Hi Gang!
This Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on their "Click to give" box on their rescue site. Each day this site is monitored by their corporate sponsors/advertisers. With each click free food is donated. This doesn't cost you a thing, it is simply their way of advertising in exchange for a donation to feed abandoned/neglected animals. Sounds pretty good to me. So, if you've got an ounce of humanity in you, please head over to their website and click on that little purple box, they are really having a hard time meeting their quota for clicks. And, if you are super awesome, please please spread the word. It's such a small and easy deed but can make such a big difference, and that is the least we two-leggers could do. ^,^
Thanks, you guys Rock!
Cassandra
Animal Rescue: http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Motocross dude
While out on their evening adventure the boys rolled past a garage filled with quads and motocross gear. J' being the Joe friendly that he is ask the man if he has any Motocross helmets that his kids have out grown and he wouldn't mind selling.
Of course he did and out never ending search for finding Cyler a helmet has been fulfilled!!!
Introducing bad to the bones (Literally most days) super cool motocross bike dude:
oh yeah ladies, oh yeah...
Of course he did and out never ending search for finding Cyler a helmet has been fulfilled!!!
Introducing bad to the bones (Literally most days) super cool motocross bike dude:
oh yeah ladies, oh yeah...
Surely I'm Not Alone
::Based on a true story::
You wake up. There's light out, you sleepily drift back off to slumber land when in a panic you realize your baby, whose fresh out of the newborn stage and sleeps in cycles ranging between 2-4 hours hasn't cried you out of bed and it's been 7 hours! Panicky you jump up, making such a clatter with your clumsiness that baby wakes up. All is well, and you wish you could go back to sleep.
-The end...
You wake up. There's light out, you sleepily drift back off to slumber land when in a panic you realize your baby, whose fresh out of the newborn stage and sleeps in cycles ranging between 2-4 hours hasn't cried you out of bed and it's been 7 hours! Panicky you jump up, making such a clatter with your clumsiness that baby wakes up. All is well, and you wish you could go back to sleep.
-The end...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
haha (laugh riot)
A friend just sent me a link to her newborns blog.
Cyler is clinging to my side as I check out this adorable baby girl and here's how our conversation went:
Cyler:
"is that my baby Jason?"
Me:
"No. that's a friends baby, she's a little girl"
Cyler:
"Oh, she's cute, I want you to have a girl baby too!"
Me:
*nervous chuckle*
He's brought this up repeatedly, not that he doesn't like and love his baby Brother, he's been quite adamant about also wanting a sister (give mama a break little dude). Little does he know the thought of doing the deed ever again is, well, no, no no no. You know how Amy Winehouse doesn't want to go to rehab? that kind of no no no. I know I'd love to have one more, much later down the road, I just don't know how that's ever going to happen when the thought of conceiving in anyway, shape, or form makes me a bit nauseated and tight chested. Maybe in my 40's I'll adopt. ;)
Cyler is clinging to my side as I check out this adorable baby girl and here's how our conversation went:
Cyler:
"is that my baby Jason?"
Me:
"No. that's a friends baby, she's a little girl"
Cyler:
"Oh, she's cute, I want you to have a girl baby too!"
Me:
*nervous chuckle*
He's brought this up repeatedly, not that he doesn't like and love his baby Brother, he's been quite adamant about also wanting a sister (give mama a break little dude). Little does he know the thought of doing the deed ever again is, well, no, no no no. You know how Amy Winehouse doesn't want to go to rehab? that kind of no no no. I know I'd love to have one more, much later down the road, I just don't know how that's ever going to happen when the thought of conceiving in anyway, shape, or form makes me a bit nauseated and tight chested. Maybe in my 40's I'll adopt. ;)
Monday, January 12, 2009
sweet baby gods save me
or at least my hearing.
Jason, my poor little babe, has some major issues that leave him wailing everyday (and night). For starters he has a pretty nasty case of seborrheic dermatitis which is causing a horrible looking rash on his face that leaves his skin almost like a tough leather with scales. :( the oozing has has ceased for the most part and if it doesn't clear up by the end of the month our pediatrician believes he has Eczema just as Cyler did as an infant.
Next, also in following Cylers foot steps, Jason has a milk protein intolerance despite the fact that I am breastfeeding. joy joy joy. Soy milk tasting is in my near future *gags*
to top it all off with a big fat cherry, she also believes little man may have Gastroesophageal reflux (GER).
Sweet baby Gods, save me, please, okay, that was WAY over the top for someone like myself. But you get the idea. I can't even manage to shower daily, and some days when I do, it's a treat to have time to wash my hair. Making dinner, I've resorted to the fact that the background music for making dinner is crying baby 90% of the time. I have yet to be able to go grocery shopping, or even go for a walk, a walk you guys, a walk. This poor little baby is SO sensitive because of all of these things that he cannot 'deal' very long with being awake & alert, its too much for him and he starts screaming and has to be swaddled and rocked, have his butt patted, or put in his swing. Which I am not knocking, the swing has been a godsend ~okay, an Amazon send that the pediatrician encouraged to see if it helped with the GER.
My new screen name should be "living dead girl" or zombie mama.
I know it'll get better, I wrote that book, time and time again, it's just ass kicking for now, so very ass kicking, but he's still the most precious tiny being in the planet. He's now 6 weeks, weighs almost 12lbs already! I just wish poor little man would feel better, send him some love and good thoughts if you have it in you.
Much love to you all! I miss blogging (and reading your blogs, along with caffeine and wine, and dairy!).
Jason, my poor little babe, has some major issues that leave him wailing everyday (and night). For starters he has a pretty nasty case of seborrheic dermatitis which is causing a horrible looking rash on his face that leaves his skin almost like a tough leather with scales. :( the oozing has has ceased for the most part and if it doesn't clear up by the end of the month our pediatrician believes he has Eczema just as Cyler did as an infant.
Next, also in following Cylers foot steps, Jason has a milk protein intolerance despite the fact that I am breastfeeding. joy joy joy. Soy milk tasting is in my near future *gags*
to top it all off with a big fat cherry, she also believes little man may have Gastroesophageal reflux (GER).
Sweet baby Gods, save me, please, okay, that was WAY over the top for someone like myself. But you get the idea. I can't even manage to shower daily, and some days when I do, it's a treat to have time to wash my hair. Making dinner, I've resorted to the fact that the background music for making dinner is crying baby 90% of the time. I have yet to be able to go grocery shopping, or even go for a walk, a walk you guys, a walk. This poor little baby is SO sensitive because of all of these things that he cannot 'deal' very long with being awake & alert, its too much for him and he starts screaming and has to be swaddled and rocked, have his butt patted, or put in his swing. Which I am not knocking, the swing has been a godsend ~okay, an Amazon send that the pediatrician encouraged to see if it helped with the GER.
My new screen name should be "living dead girl" or zombie mama.
I know it'll get better, I wrote that book, time and time again, it's just ass kicking for now, so very ass kicking, but he's still the most precious tiny being in the planet. He's now 6 weeks, weighs almost 12lbs already! I just wish poor little man would feel better, send him some love and good thoughts if you have it in you.
Much love to you all! I miss blogging (and reading your blogs, along with caffeine and wine, and dairy!).
Monday, January 5, 2009
Palahniuk said it best
"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake." ~the Narrators line in "Fight Club" which boils down to I'm here, but not really. Motherhood is not for the weak. If there is a weak bone in your body the newborn phase sends you to boot camp and straight onto the front lines.
I've read your messages, you women are wonderful. I am blessed to have come across so many wonderfully spirited gentle and loving souls. Your comments and love and encouragement leave me uplifted and put a smile on my face.
Baby Jase is great. Tiring, ass kicking, but beautiful and great. Cyler is great, cheeky as hell but he always has been, luckily he loves his Brother, refers to Jason as "his baby" and Zach, oh my goodness, Zach is just amazing with him, now Zach really believes Jason is "HIS" baby. The love that dog has for that baby is unreal. I almost cry every time Zach gets to slobber all over him because its just one of the sweetest sights I've ever seen.
I'm hanging in there. I found out on the 26Th (4 weeks after delivering) that I had a postpartum infection (endometrosis) and more than likely had had it the whole time which is why I hadn't healed much in the 4 weeks. blah. you get so sick of hearing "that's perfectly normal" you over look whats not perfectly normal. I have my six week exam on the 15Th and we'll see what happens then. I know I haven't completed the birth story but I it's too raw for me, a bit too traumatic to go there and say it out loud. My pelvis is, well, lets just say its not "right" but then how could it be when someone who is barely 5'1 and weighs 125lbs normally delivers a 9lb baby with a 14" head. anyways, enough of that...
what this blog is really about now that I got mini update out for my beloved readers.
I have a disease, a sickness, an addiction...
It started (years ago) with Parenting Magazine, then Good Housekeeping, spread to Redbook, and now it's about to go onto Family Circle and Martha Stewart Living. I cannot stop... Is there a group? Because I seriously may need one. Oh and I forgot to include Readers Digest and the Smithsonian which I already get too. Gah... Deliver me from Magazine subscriptions, help me walk toward the light, save my credit card $5.99 for 12 issues here and $15.99 for 12 issues there plus a complimentary subscription to everyday food, a tote bag, and a cookbook...
the baby stirs, and I am signing off.
Much Love,
~C.
ETA: I drop off the mags in brand new condition at the local tiny ass library where they appreciate them, does that make it acceptable??? just wondering if it makes it "okay."
I've read your messages, you women are wonderful. I am blessed to have come across so many wonderfully spirited gentle and loving souls. Your comments and love and encouragement leave me uplifted and put a smile on my face.
Baby Jase is great. Tiring, ass kicking, but beautiful and great. Cyler is great, cheeky as hell but he always has been, luckily he loves his Brother, refers to Jason as "his baby" and Zach, oh my goodness, Zach is just amazing with him, now Zach really believes Jason is "HIS" baby. The love that dog has for that baby is unreal. I almost cry every time Zach gets to slobber all over him because its just one of the sweetest sights I've ever seen.
I'm hanging in there. I found out on the 26Th (4 weeks after delivering) that I had a postpartum infection (endometrosis) and more than likely had had it the whole time which is why I hadn't healed much in the 4 weeks. blah. you get so sick of hearing "that's perfectly normal" you over look whats not perfectly normal. I have my six week exam on the 15Th and we'll see what happens then. I know I haven't completed the birth story but I it's too raw for me, a bit too traumatic to go there and say it out loud. My pelvis is, well, lets just say its not "right" but then how could it be when someone who is barely 5'1 and weighs 125lbs normally delivers a 9lb baby with a 14" head. anyways, enough of that...
what this blog is really about now that I got mini update out for my beloved readers.
I have a disease, a sickness, an addiction...
It started (years ago) with Parenting Magazine, then Good Housekeeping, spread to Redbook, and now it's about to go onto Family Circle and Martha Stewart Living. I cannot stop... Is there a group? Because I seriously may need one. Oh and I forgot to include Readers Digest and the Smithsonian which I already get too. Gah... Deliver me from Magazine subscriptions, help me walk toward the light, save my credit card $5.99 for 12 issues here and $15.99 for 12 issues there plus a complimentary subscription to everyday food, a tote bag, and a cookbook...
the baby stirs, and I am signing off.
Much Love,
~C.
ETA: I drop off the mags in brand new condition at the local tiny ass library where they appreciate them, does that make it acceptable??? just wondering if it makes it "okay."
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