welcome to mommyhood!

All of my friends who are parents warned me this day would happen, but I didn't believe them. Yesterday @ church, I thought I would top the Boss off so I could actually sit thru sacrament instead of pleading w/ her to stop screaming. So before church I fed her and tried to burp her. Instead of a small little burp, she spit up full on Linda Blair exorsist spewing. She got my shirt and skirt as well as her onsie, skirt and the fat fold under her neck. No problem, I thought, I always carry a spare onsie just in case something happened. I cleaned myself off as best as I could, cleaned the Boss off and went about my normal church day. I got her to sleep to help John (who can never manage to keep her asleep). After I teach my class, I notice she's awake and I offer to take the Boss so he could pay attention to class.

So I had the Boss and I ran into a friend of mine and was talking to her when I noticed the Boss was sucking on her thumb and pointer finger w/ her pinky and ring finger curled under. Even though I know she didn't know what she was doing, it looked like my adorable daughter was flipping my friend Sarah the bird! She was even smiling and cooing while flipping her off.

So the last 1/2 hr of church, the Boss farts. I didn't think it was such a big deal until I notice the back of her white onsie was starting to turn mustard yellow (newborn poop looks like mustard). I get up, grab her diaper bag and go to the bathroom to change her. She had pooped so bad it came out the front back and sides of her diaper. She managed to get poop on my shirt and naturally, I ran out of wipes. I had to finish cleaning her up w/ wet paper towels. Since she had no more clean outfits, she had to finish church out naked.

All I was waiting for yesterday was for her to pee on me, then I would have been covered in every liquid avalible to the Boss. John thought it was funny and was very glad it wasn't him.

our vacay

John's boss (no, not that one, the one who signs his paycheck) gave him his comp time. John had worked several Sats and he was finally given the time off. He decided not to stay in Huntington (or even WV) in case his boss forgot he had given John time off (I think his boss has dementia). We decided to go to visit friends of his, the Wootens, in GA. They live on the GA/TN border and I was excited to learn they lived close to a couple of Civil War battle sites. That's what we did during the few days besides going to visit antique stores (we ended up buying a 1940s maple drop leaf table and it did make it to WV).

Here are a few pics taken by John b/c a) he's an amateur photographer and b) it's hard to take pictures when you have to reassure your child that this is really ok.

Here the Boss is being posed by her loving mother on a canon. We later learned that doing so was against all the battle field site's rules. Oops!

Here is a monument built on the battlefield by one of the vets of the chickmunga/Chattanooga battle. It is 85 ft tall w/ stairs all the way up so you can enjoy the view. We both made it up to see the view (separately, the Boss was enjoying her nap). It was a wonderful view, although the next morning was not kind to either of us. John woke up w/ sore knees and I woke up w/ sore calves. It was my fault that I was so sore. I started the climb thinking it would be no big deal (despite being told it would be) and when I started to flag, I realized that the older gentleman who had been following the same driving tour as we had was now climbing behind me. He was probably in his 60s and I could not let him pass me! I know, I have problems w/ my ego. So instead of slowing down and enjoying the climb, I sped up. I also (for some stupid reason unknown to anyone) decided I had to hurry down the stairs to meet back up w/ John after enjoying the view. This may be the reason why my legs still hurt while John's knees stopped hurting him a few days ago.

Here is the view from the tower. All in all, we enjoyed our small vacay and learned that the Boss travels relatively well.

Headstrong girl!

I'm attempting to have more video of the Boss. Unfortunately, until I get my bday present (a digital camcorder, to the horror of John's sensibilities) all I have is the video function on my digital camera. It does alright. So here's my maiden video post online. This is the Boss not enjoying "tummy time". She also refused to look @ me.

I think I have worse worries right now. She's refusing to take her morning nap right now, but she's happily cooing on the floor, so I don't think it will be too bad.

How Embarassing!

My daughter does not take a pacifer. She will not. Sometimes I think it's good, one less bad habit to break. Sometimes (usually when she's screaming her head off) I wish she would. She does, however, suck on herself. This is a pic of the Princess' (see Marsha, I do call her other nicknames) arm. If you look closely, you'll see she's given herself a hickey! John and I just laughed when we realized she has a lip shaped hickey on her arm.

Happy Birthday to MEEEEE!!!!!

Today is my birthday. According to John, I'm 24, which is how old I was when we got married (a very good reason to marry him, he refuses to accept my aging!).

Plans for today are very low key. I get to fold laundry (yeah!) and my in laws are coming over to baby sit for us so we can go to see Transformers 2 and hopefully after the movie there will be enough time to get Cold Stone ice cream.

For my birthday, I woke up w/ a song stuck in my head. Not:

Happy Birthday to you, Happy birtday to you

or any of it's verations or even

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3t6oxmU5KMI&feature=related

Nope, I woke up w/ this song stuck in my head:

Picture a stable in Judea, picture a sacred silent night

For those of you who don't know, that's a Primary Christmas song. I don't know what's worse, singing that song on my birthday or the fact that I still remember all the words.

Life w/ the Boss has evened out and we are working on a routine. I've had people ask why I call her the Boss (Marsha!) when she's such a cutie. Simply put, she is the boss. When she says jump I ask how high. I get in trouble even for little things like going to the bathroom w/ out permission or eating lunch. I don't always call her the Boss, just on the internet. I mostly call her Mama's Pretty Girl.

This week we're staying @ my parent's house for the week. This week is scout camp and John and my dad are on staff. Mom and I are enjoying time together and Mom loves spending time w/ her youngest grandchild (youngest, at least until September). Mom has gotten the chance to brush up on her diaper changing skills (I got a kick out of watching mom's reaction when the Boss decided to pee after mom pulled the dirty diaper out from under her and before the clean one had been added) as well as helping give her a bath (again the Boss decided to pee when her diaper was off, but Mom was holding her over the sink, so not as big of a deal, but I still laughed lots).

Everyone that I've seen from Church (as well as mom and dad's neighbors) have been impressed w/ her hair. @ church yesterday there were 4 new babies and out of the 4 (which includes the Boss) only one had any hair to speak of. Everyone is amazed, but I'm not. I've known almost as soon as I first saw her that she looked like her dad. She's even inheited his cowlick (or one of the 3 he has). I'm still hoping that once her baby hair falls out it'll come back in red. I would really like to have @ least one red headed child.

Her eyes haven't changed color yet. Mom is hoping they'll stay blue. She seems to think that none of her kids have her blue eyes, but mine go between green and blue (she says that doesn't count). I had to remind her, when she tried to complain about having all brown eyed kids, that Jacob and I both have green eyes.

Well, I need to hurry up and shower before the Boss wakes up and throws a fit.