Friday, August 28, 2009


Or one nightmare in particular. As it took Grace seven months to start sleeping through the night, my body is still unaccustomed to sleeping, let alone dreaming. So now that Grace is sleeping more, that means I am sleeping more, right? Not exactly.

My reoccurring nightmare is as follows.

I wake up. IN A DEAD PANIC. (Panic seems to be a common emotion that I feel now that I am a mother that I could really do without. I think it's aging me.) For some reason, I am under the impression that Grace is sleeping in my bed but I can't find her. She hasn't made a noise in hours so I assume something must be wrong. Or more specifically, that I have smothered her in my sleep.

I start by giving the bed a pat down - trying to find a bump that resembles Grace's little body. When my search turns up nothing, I frantically start tearing all the covers and sheets off the bed. (Court worked nights most of this summer so he hasn't been here to calm me down. Luckily, he is so sleep deprived he usually forgets about these episodes by morning. ) Grace is no where to be found and I feel a wave of hysteria wash over me. Then, I remember that Grace was not sleeping in my bed; that she has never slept in my bed. She must be in her room so I go tearing in there and of course, there she is, sleeping her her room. Unfortunately, by this time, my heart is beating so rapidly that drifting back to sleep isn't an option.

Every night that Grace has slept solidly, I've had this dream. So even when she is actually sleeping, I am not. I had the dream AGAIN last night! UGH! I don't know what this dream is trying to tell me except that I need to keep WAY more coffee in the house.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Fair 2009

Court was able to sneak away from the farm a bit early, so we decided to take Grace to the fair in Kennewick. As this was a bit of a last minute decision, we weren't exactly prepared...financially, that is. As we pulled into the parking lot, they wanted five dollars for parking. Court was tapped when he supplied three $1 bills. I managed to scrape together $2 worth of quarters, dimes and nickels by raiding the bottom of my purse and the dash of my car. Off to a great start!

We pulled forward and followed the flaggers who decided to put us in overflow parking, about as far away as possible from the entrance. The "normal" lot wasn't full, not even close, so we couldn't figure out why we were being singled out to get the worst parking spot at the fair. Before we could figure out why we were being sent to Timbuktu, one of the flaggers stopped us and asked us for our admittance tickets. Admittance tickets? We were still in the parking lot. Nonetheless, he wanted our tickets. Having already drained our resources, we asked to pay via credit card. No can do. Then we asked if they had an ATM. Negative. (Really? No ATM at the fair? Were we really the only schmucks who showed up unprepared...or spent all their dough trying to win a stuffed tiger and the fair people said sorry folks - that's all the fun you get to have... You didn't come with enough cash so hasta la vista... We aren't in the business of making money so move along please.) So we were kicked out of the fair before we even got there.

Irked and annoyed, we tucked our tail between our legs and exited the fair. Luckily, we found a bank only a few minutes away and were able to get some cash. So we returned to the fairgrounds thinking that the parking pass we'd purchased only a few minutes before would get us in. No such luck. (Perhaps the fair IS trying to make money after all!).

Are we having fun yet?

Finally, we made it inside the gates. PHEW! Now, what to do at the fair with an 8 month old baby and a mommy who is still in Butterball Boot Camp? You check out the animals of course! Chickens, rabbits, goats...Oh My!

Grace and I LOVED the goats! Go figure!

Not sure who was more infatuated with who.

The goats made some "eyebrow-lifting" noises. Baaaaa!

"Don't get any ideas Katie - it's not like we live on a farm or something!"

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Apple Picking

My mom and dad were able to come up for a quick 24 hour visit. On the top of the list of things to picking!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Operation Butterball and Other Updates

::Note: It is 9:30 pm as I begin this entry and Grace JUST fell asleep. She did not nap at all today. I repeat - NO NAP! Don't be surprised if the following entry puts you to sleep - it is about to be my nightcap - so no hard feelings.::

Having a mobile child - and one that opts to ignore nap time - does not allow a lot of time for blogging. So here are a few quick updates.

First, Grace and I went to Boise for a few get my hair cut and my nails done. Yep, I drove 5 hours... with an 8 month old... just so I could have someone babysit while I beautified. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?!

I got back from Boise just in the nick o' time to drive to Seattle...with Grace...for Court's cousin's bridal shower. Too much driving with a small child makes Katie an extremely cranky girl. The good news? I got a picture of Grace and her grandmother and her great grandmother.

The shower was lovely. One of the bride-to-be's new relatives is a 10 year old girl who has some SERIOUS baby sitting skills. I mean she was like a babysitting prodigy...she definitely had about 8 kids in a previous life...I mean she acted like she had already birthed and raised 4 kids of her own. It was crazy! I honestly felt more comfortable leaving Grace with her than I do with most adults. (Too bad she lives in Oklahoma or I would put her on the payroll STAT!) I was already excited about attending this winter wedding in San Diego - but warm, sunny weather AND a babysitter?! All in the same day?! Guess who's getting crazy and cutting loose at that wedding?!

In other news, Grace's gastronomical adventures continue. She is now eating anything steamed, pureed and bottled by Gerber. She has mastered the Gerber puffs, Cheerios and Kix. She LOVES crunching. She likes avocados and bananas. I tried putting some peach in a mesh thing, I am still a bit scared about the whole choking incident

but she had no idea what to do with it. So far, there are no obvious dislikes. Looks like we are right on schedule to have her eating oysters and sushi by age two.

:: By the way, BIG thanks to all the email support/phone calls in regards to the entry I posted about Grace nearly choking to death - thanks to you all, Grace will be eating something besides applesauce and yogurt when she is 10 years old!::

She enjoys chomping on her spoon...

and grunting. She is definitely getting more and more...uhhh, shall we say vocal? When we see other kids/babies while out and about she starts smiling and grunting. She definitely wants to be social and I feel bad because we have no one her age here in town for her to play with. Next month, we start a Mommy & Me class so hopefully we'll meet some new friends.

Here she is trying her first scrambled egg yolk (who knew that babies under 1 can't have egg whites??)

She tackled her first "cookie"...or teething biscuit. Cookie sounds so much better than teething biscuit, don't you think?

All this eating and Grace has yet to double her birth weight. My rickety bathroom scale (which I don't totally trust...although the numbers are moving in the right direction for me lately so I am running with it) puts Grace at 17.5 lbs. (I think she and Lindey now weigh the same...although my money is on Lindey for still being heavier.)

Grace is definitely a mover and a shaker. She crawls and pulls herself up on anything and everything ALL day. Her preferred method of movement...crab walking.

And now, what you have all been waiting for....madly scanning through this entry to get to...the Operation Butterball update. Operation Butterball began exactly three weeks ago. At that time, I had 48 sticks of butter to shed. I am extremely proud to report that I am lighter by 22 sticks of butter!! Not too shabby. I "rewarded" myself by trying on a pair of my pre-preggo jeans. I was pleasantly surprised because they fit! I wasn't expecting that at all. (I did try on another pair and I still had a bit of a muffin top going on...or a lot of muffing top going on...but whatever, I am focusing on the positive.) The overwhelming fact remains - I still have 26 sticks of butter to lose...26!!!...and I have a feeling, that once I get there, things just won't be the same.

Finally, I will leave you with what Grace doing her two favorite things...

Looks like it won't be long until this one is going to need a full length mirror...and a pullup bar!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Happy Birthday!

Probably not the birthday of your dreams,
but you are still the man of mine.

I love you.