Peek-A-Boo

Quite possibly the cutest thing ever.

Go Fly A Kite

Stink Eye Things

Yesterday I noticed some goopy mess coming out of Naomi's left eye and this morning it was an even goopier, crusty mess. After a phone call and visit to the doctor to confirm that it is pink eye, I made a visit to the pharmacy for the meds and a visit to the health food store for some herbal stuff that will hopefully prevent the rest of us from getting the nasty mess. The bright side of it all is that the doctor recommended Jared not go into work for a day just to make sure he doesn't have it and doesn't spread it. This evening I was trying to tell him that I hated that he was home because one of our girls was sick, but that I was glad he was home with us. But he stopped me when the only words I had gotten out were, "I hate that you're home..." and threw a sarcastic hissy fit. Much like the time he did when I was telling him that although painting was a pain, I really liked doing things with him, though it came out, "It's a pain, but I enjoy spending the time with you." Somehow the words and thoughts are lost in translation between my brain and mouth.

Anyway, lots has been happening lately but I just can't seem to find haven't made the time to post the cute pictures and videos of it all. Maybe with Jared home I'll be able to get some of it posted tomorrow. Nah, that's pretty unlikely since one of the fun facets of pink eye is that it is very contagious so I'll be washing sheets and blankets and wiping down toys and shampooing carpets and such things tomorrow. And did I mention Naomi is just a sweet ball of sunshine when she's not feeling well? Oh, I didn't mention that? That's good, 'cause if I had said anything along those lines it would have been a lie. Anyway, here are a couple pictures of her back when she didn't have a nasty eye infection and was being her cute little self.

One Year

Today is the one-year anniversary of the due date for the sweet child we lost. The passing of time has made it easier, but the loss of our baby still hurts. I wonder if the pain will get less once we are done having children and our family is "complete". But for now it sort of feels like something is missing.

And while I am sad that I was never able to hold that baby in my arms and watch her grow and see her smile, I now have Naomi to hold and her smile brings a joy to my heart that I didn't think was possible. God's plans are different, but so much better than my own.

Naomi is Famous!

So you know how I said that we met the Pioneer Woman and that she even tweeted me about how amazing Naomi is? She not only posted some cute pictures, but she gave Naomi her own blog post! I'm such a happy mama! And still star struck. And my love handles are getting bigger from the things I've made from her cookbook :) It's delicious!

I'm Not Sure

I'm not sure when this little girl grew up. I must have pricked my finger on a spinning wheel and fallen asleep for a while, because it really does not seem like she should be this big already.

How To Anger A Breastfed Baby

Give her one of these...



We've waited too long to introduce the bottle to Naomi so now, at 5 months old, she wants nothing of it. The screaming and stiffening of the entire body that accompanies an attempted feeding would make you think we were feeding her mud. I even bought that bottle up there - it's supposed to feel and work like a real breast, even giving the feeling of the "let down" for them. She was interested in it, even chewed and gnawed on the nipple of it a little, but once some of the milk (breast milk, mind you!) got in her mouth, she wasn't having any more of that.

Jared spent at least 30 minutes with her screaming, trying to get her to take the bottle. She finally started drinking it a little, but was very slow doing so and was easily distracted. We're going to keep trying to give her one feeding from a bottle each day. If anyone has any wisdom on this matter, please pass it along!