eleven eleven eleven

eleven is a special number in our family.

It's Dane's favorite number, his basketball jersey number, some of his passwords are set with eleven...okay so it wasn't that special of a number to me until Slade was born.

I was super stoked when my son was born on 1/11/11. I mean, isn't that cool birthday? It would have been even cooler if he had come at 1:11AM but he waited for two more hours. (thanks buddy, I wasn't in pain or anything..)

Ever since then 11's (or 1's) have haunted me. I always catch the clock at 11:11, or 1:11. Every Dr. appointment Slade has had was made for the 11th at 11. It's just creepy...you get the point.

So, of course I was excited to 11/11/11 but mostly because my baby was turning 10 months old! I guess some people thought it was a lucky day. Not for me. Since our car wreck I have been frantically searching for the perfect car, which is SUCH a stress. And on 1/11/11 the car I really wanted was sold to someone else. (she found it first, so it's only fair I guess.) I'm just hoping that means there's something even better out there for me.

Back to Slade.

He's now 10 months old, and his personality is in full bloom.
He's very adventurous, funny, talkative (immature jargon such as: dada baba nana fafa ohoh ahah mommom) which I am guessing translates to,
 "I love my mom she is the most awesome mommy ever!!!"
He's still not walking on his own, which I am so thankful for. I am not ready to run around after him. He already gets into everything. He's started a little obsession with ice. He likes to stick his hand in my water cup to grab a piece of ice, putting it in his mouth and spitting it out when it gets too cold. Then he goes back for more. It's pretty cute. He's started to get over his fear of the vacuum cleaner, and HATES being put into his car seat. He arches his back and cries. It's....awesome. He also just started clearly calling me mom mom. He doesn't just babble, his words mean things although most of the time I don't know what exactly. He also is climbing, and actually running when he pushes his car. I can't believe how big my baby is!! Only two months until he turns one, and I refuse to believe it. My little chunker butt is turning into a little boy...

when we moved into our new house
3 months old

insisting on feeding himself...messy!

climbing UP the slide!

swangin'

love that little smirk ;)

happy boy!

can't believe how much he's changed.

rare happy day!

Lately my life has been sort of a mish mash. Sometimes I'm happy, and other times- not so much. People who act happy 24/7 annoy me. I'm not jealous, I just think that's unrealistic and it annoys me. Okay, glad you poop sparkles in the morning, but I don't need to hear about it alllll theeee timeeeee.

On that note, today IS a rare happy day!

Although last night I got no sleep. Slade is sick, and has been coughing and right as I snuggled into bed with him my throat got unbelievably sore. I couldn't swallow, sleep, breathe-- at 5am I woke up and had to turn on our vaporizer. I was freezing, but sweating. Clammy and hot. Achy and sleepy. By 7, Slade was wide awake (to our amazement) because none of us had slept all night.

Dane is a very hard worker, and unlike me he isn't the type to "call in" when he feels sick...or whenever he feels anything. Today I just knew I couldn't be a good mommy with no rest and being so sick. I really felt as if I had the flu. Just that all over, sore body feeling. Not to mention my throat felt like someone had lit it on fire. I begged asked him to call in OR call someone to watch Slade.

This is when I want to be closer to my family. I know I could drop Slade off at my grandmothers, or sisters for the day and rest. Here, I can't. I have a step sister here who would be more than willing, but she is out of town. So, reluctantly he called in...

Drove me to the doctor.
Waited for me to be called back.
Pity laughed at the weirdo male nurse who made jokes about drowning?
Sat in the room with me.
Ran after Slade.
Listened to me whine.
Waited for my strep test to come back.


my negative, negative strep test.
Pretty much the worst news ever, since you can't do anything for a virus!!
AND he had called in for pretty much nothing, although I still felt crappy.

The doctor gave me a script for some pain meds and an antibiotic just in case I started feeling worse in the next couple of days.

Then he drove me to Hardees.
To the Rite-Aid.
Waited at the Rite-Aid.
Drove me home.
And even though he could have stayed home, he went to work.

What a good husband!! I SO appreciate him.

On top of taking the first step to getting well and having a morning with my husband, I got word from my insurance company that made me super happy. I got way more for my car than I originally anticipated. Which means, a nicer car. I found one I'm obsessed with, and if it's not gone already hopefully I can get it. Which makes today, a happy day! I'm feeling really blessed.

And guess what? Tomorrow, my little sleeping snookerdoodle turns 10 months old!!!!!!!!!!!

November happenings

Fall has finally set in! I love coming out of my warm cave of a bedroom and walking out onto the cold hardwoods in the morning! Coffee is now enjoyable again, and it's nice to actually put clothes on Slade instead of letting him be naked all day.

This past weekend, I threw my friend a baby shower at my house. It was very stressful, because I wanted everything to be perfect! Everyone came pretty early and helped me set up- and in the end it didn't matter because it was just so nice to have all of us together!

Kristen, Nadia (&Parker), Kaci, Emi, Me, Annabelle, Slade, Erica, Megan

Last Wednesday we headed to the Cape Fear Fair and Expo. We hadn't ever been before and it was pretty much just like every fair you've ever been to. We met Dane's Dad, younger brother and sister, his Uncle, cousin, and her daughter. I didn't really ride any "adult" rides. The kids pretty much forced me to ride the kiddie rides with them. Guess that's what my life has come to! Slade really enjoyed the carousel and even cried when we took him off, So we rode again...

After leaving, literally 5 miles away from our house, we hit 6 point buck, going around 50-55mph. It was terrifying. Both the airbags deployed, it was the loudest thing I've ever heard. The smell was just awful, whatever powder they put inside the airbags is literally one of the nastiest things I've ever smelled. We immediately exited the car. Everyone was shocked, but pretty calm. Until I saw my car. It looked awful. Then I realized I killed an animal, which was even more upsetting. After sitting in a parking lot for an hour, we filed our report and went home, carless.

I find out from my insurance this week what kind of settlement I'm going to get for my car. Then I can proceed with getting a new one. I am sort of excited, I wanted a new car recently anyways- so here's my chance! Wish me luck! I am just very, very, very glad that everyone is okay. It could have been much worse.