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It's not always all about me... I promise.
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Thursday, July 19, 2007
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Here I have been talking about my new haircut... which by the way... I STILL ABSOLUTELY LOVE!!... and I forgot to mention that I got my little Bubbas haircut again as well. And boy is she ever a cutie. And when I got the camera out and told her I wanted to take a picture of her new haircut, I was AMAZED when she even looked RIGHT at me AND smiled. Cause normally? She closes her eyes, scrunches up her face and says NO! PICKA-TURES! MOMMA!
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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I am just amazed at the craziest and silliest things that my daughter does. Finds. Gets into. And does. She will find the oddest thing, plop it on her head and run around for hours calling herself whatever making me laugh hysterically even though I am desperately trying to, say, get her to eat or take a nap. You know, those annoying things Mom's are always trying to get their kids to do.
And I know I am not alone here, when you are trying so hard to be STERN! and FIRM! but you crack a little laugh or mix your words and have to throw your hands in the air and walk away cause how can you be serious! when your child has opened up a packet of taco seasoning and has it smeared all over their face and hair?
So since I have been staying home more during the week, I have been trying to get more pictures of Bubba's extreme "silliness" and while unfortunately I dont have the TACO SEASONING PACKET FIASCO OF 2007 I have captured a few other moments...
My cousin sent me these socks for Christmas and
Bubba wore them all day calling herself Bubba! Big! Socks!
 One morning I found her like this...
I am NEVER going to be ready for her to be in a toddler bed!
 This is Bubba's version of helping me with the laundry. And every time I told her to get down, and then I stepped out of the room. There she was AGAIN. Saying, "Momma! I! HELP!"
 At the park... We must have stuck our tongues out at each other for... oh...
THIRTY MINUTES STRAIGHT...
and giggled the whole time.
Cause that is just the FUNNIEST THING EVA!
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So. Damn. Cute.
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Saturday, June 02, 2007
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For my birthday, my effing amazing snake killin' Auntie sent me some cash that I put towards an incredibly and totally awesome pair of prescription sunglasses. That I love. And I wear at every. single. chance I can. Because I love them. Did I mention I love them?Shortly thereafter, as in less than a week, my husband also got himself an awesome pair of prescription sunglasses... and now that we are a prescription sunglassing lovin' couple... Bubba was feeling a little left out. She was constantly wanting a pair of "Bubba glasses! Where Bubba glasses?!" so we promptly went and get her a pair of her very own. (So she would stop crying herself to sleep wondering why we stopped loving her because she didnt have a pair of awesome new sunglasses too.)And I think she wears her totally rad shades more than we do. Cause it is acceptable and cute to wear them inside, during dinner, in the library, at night, when its raining, with pajamas or to bed. When you are two. So. Damn. Cute.
The moment I found out that I was having a girl I began dreaming up all the things us two girls would do. Matching outfits... Pigtails... Makeup... painting our nails together... you know... all the "girlie" stuff. Well, one, I dont look good in pink, frilly socks or Size 5 Dora shoes. Two, I look retarded with pigtails and two and a half, Bubba hasnt ever really had enough hair to HAVE pigtails. Three, the whole makeup thing? This girl might have once sold Mary Kay but I just never wear makeup. And I figured a two year old wearing mascara would be a little much. Besides she would want me to wear it with her... and that was a path I didnt want to go down.
So that has left me with painting nails. And being as though she is 2 and a HALF now... I figured it was time to get started. I mean for Christ sake next week she'll be getting her drivers license and leaving for college.
So I purchased some "Dries in 60 seconds!" (yeah, what the fuck ever... 60 seconds my ass) nail polish and started on her pretty little toes. And she made PUNK PINK look like Cinderella-at-the-ball-Pink.
And oooh, how she loves her PINK! TOES! 10 TOES! PINK! TOES! and when she immediately began pestering me about my own toes, I again PROMPTLY complied to her every demand, and finagled my feet somewhere near my head, in some position I never thought I would get out of, so I could paint them.
And I make PUNK PINK look like HOOKER SKANK PINK but my daughter is happy. And that is all that matters.
 See? So. Damn. Cute. on her.
The first two times that I took Bubba to get her haircut, I let the hairdresser pretty much do whatever they wanted. I would make suggestions and even though I said, I dont want a bowl cut or anything... that is exactly what it ended up being. A bowl cut.
Bowl cut or not though, she is adorable and it never really bothered me. Now my husband on the other hand... hates the devil worshiping bowl cut look on our daughter. So this most recent visit to get Bubbas haircut, I thought I would be a little more up front about exactly want I wanted in terms of a NON-bowl cut hairstyle.
I want the bangs shorter. Leave the length in the back but give her layers. I would like to see about 2-3 inches of hair length all over her head. No the bangs need to be shorter. And can you trim up around her ears a little more. No a little more.
When we got home my husband was extremely happy to see an actual "style" to our daughters hair and I am quite pleased as well. But it makes her look older. And she cant get "older." Ever.
 So. damn. cute. I can hardly stand it.Labels: My little Bubba
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Adding another title to the resume.
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Friday, April 27, 2007
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My husband recently got a job working for an insurance company as their "IT" man. YAHOO! He will be working part time, while I made arrangements at work changing up my hours a bit so I can still get in the "40 hours."
Starting this week, I have Wednesday and Thursday off and I wont go in on Friday until noon. And I must say, the last two days have been incredibly wonderful. Amazing in fact. I guess you could say that I am a PTSAHM. Part time Stay at Home Mom. And I am just loving it.
Whats great about the whole thing is: 1. I am still working full time. 2. The husband is working, getting out of the house and bringing in MUCH needed extra bacon. 3. Bubba and I get a TON more time together. 4. I am getting MUCH needed me time in the mornings 3 days a week before Bubba wakes up... me time. Did you hear me? ME TIME!!
I am totally in love with this new schedule. I was able to spend 3 hours yesterday and almost 2 hours today doing nothing but reading through this site and this one. I am like CRACK addicted to these sites. Confessions. What a wonderful thing. You should go over and check it out... but not until you have read everything that I have to say. Cause it'll be just soooo exciting. I promise. Once you click out of here... you will be cursing my name for introducing you to such a awesome site and wont come back here. Atleast for a couple hours. So dont even click over there... yet.
Both mornings that I went to get Bubba up, the moment the door started to open she was saying "DADDY!" but when she realized it was me... "MOMMA! OHH MOMMA BACK! I LUB YOU MOMMA!"
Talk about the songs my heart was singing.
Bubba is her hyperiest and cheeriest right in the morning. She didnt get that from her Daddy or I. She does these crazy I-am-running-around-in-circles-isnt-this-so-great and lets-crawl-all-over-the-floor-like-KITTENS-right-now! stuff in the morning that is just adorable. I mean really it is damn near breathtaking... that child makes me so mentally exhausted just watching her...
This particular morning she was wearing all pink (ok, that would be almost every morning) and I happened to have on my pink pajama bottoms as well. So after changing her diaper and letting her loose in the living room, I sat down on the couch and she runs over to me and starts giggling, "TICKLE YOUR PINK PANTS MOMMA! TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE."
Naturally I started tickling her little Pinkness right back and as we fell to the floor... she really thought I wanted to play the crawling around like kittens game.
Damnit. Mentally AND physically exhausted, I tell ya!
COME ON MOMMA! KITTENS! LIKE DIS'! WALK LIKE DIS'!
So we are crawling all over the floor and she scuttles over to me on all fours and gets right in my face and LICKS me from cheek to forehead and starts meowing. Then she looks right in my eyes and says, "Momma. You tickle me Pink."
I want EVERY morning to be JUST like this.
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Back to the Basics.
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Saturday, April 14, 2007
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My sweet little girl is in the process of getting four of her molars. At once. Thats right, all together in one grand symphony of P A I N.
There is the constant whining. Everything pisses her off. The fighting to eat food. The throwing of her juice cup. The stomping around. Nothing can get her mind off of her teeth... all of her toys have become victims. I even feel bad for some of them... poor Buzz Lightyear keeps being run over with her trucks and then slammed against the wall. Noooo Buzzzz!! NOOOOO!!
Maybe he is the one that told her molars to come in?
So we have done all of the normal remedies to help sooth her poor little gums as her teeth BREAK OUT of them. Cool washcloth. Stop it Momma! Oragel. STOP IT MOMMA! Rubbing the gums with my fingers. Go away MOMMA!
Really the only thing that helps are Popsicles. But we know why. They are messy and fun. I mean 2½ year old + popsicle = Mess and stains on the carpet = no security deposit back.
Cant they make flavored WHITE Popsicles?
The other morning Bubba woke up with a 105 degree fever. And diarrhea. So we immediately figured it to be her teeth and gave her some Tylenol to help bring the fever down. It helped a little but we had to give her 3 doses throughout the day. And of course her diarrhea gave her a sore bottom.
How is it that your child can poop... immediately waddle to you and scream DIAPER! CHANGE! and 15 seconds later you are changing them... and they have the REDDEST, NASTIEST diaper rash already?! Grrr...
At 3:00am that next morning Bubba woke up moaning and groaning while holding her ear. She was hot as hell and shaking yet sweating. Mr. Bubba and I jumped out of bed and did everything we thought would help. Changed her clothes, her diaper, rocked her, gave her some juice. Nothing was helping. I went to get some Tylenol and realized that we were out. Since we live in Bumblefuck, WI nothing would have been open at this hour so I gave her the next best thing.
I am currently taking Baby Aspirin as a blood thinner and gave her one of those. I got a cool washcloth and rubbed her face and neck. After a half an hour her fever was still sky high and she was starting to shake more. Then I noticed her eyes. She wasnt focusing on anything and they just looked... wrong.
So we rushed around like headless chickens getting everything ready to go to the ER. Mr. Bubba and I were randomly shouting things to each other about what we thought they would do. Once before when Bubba was teething and having a bad time with the whole thing... we went to the doctor. The doctor informed us that fever and diarrhea had nothing to do with teething and she must have just had a viral infection.
Hello. Teething INVENTED the fever and diarrhea. Am I right here?! I am so freaking pissed off about doctors who deny this fact of the universe.
Well crazy doctors aside we were scared shittless about what Bubba was going through. Something just wasnt right.
When we got to the ER and as I raced through the last 24 hours with the nurse she looked at me like a crazy woman when I told her about an hour ago we gave Bubba Baby Aspirin. And when the doctor came in, he totally scolded me.
You ARE NOT allowed to give a 2½ year old Aspirin. What were you thinking?!
**Blink blink** What do you mean? B A B Y Aspirin. It said on the side of the bottle that it was good for teething and then I looked at the weight chart and gave her two.
No. Children under the age of 18 ARE NOT allowed to have Aspirin. There is a thing called Reyes syndrome...
Okay. Lets back up the train here. I had NO IDEA that Baby Aspirin was off limits. Am I the only one here?! OMG I had no idea. The doctor told me that I could have worsened her situation when I gave her the Aspirin. Never. Ever. EVER. Give your child Aspirin.
Am I seriously the only person that didnt know this?! I have read so many books and websites and blogs on parenting and never heard this. I feel like shit. Like I poisoned my daughter. Dear God whatever you do... dont give your little ones Aspirin!
Here's some backup on why:
Waiting until your child is 19 years old to take aspirin or any medication that contains aspirin may seem overly cautious to you, especially if you took baby aspirin when you were a kid, but following this advice could save your child's life. That's because aspirin use during childhood has been linked with a rare, but often fatal illness known as Reye's syndrome. The risk is especially high for children who take aspirin when they have a fever or other symptoms of a viral illness, such as flu or chickenpox.
While at the ER we also learned that we have been under dosing her Tylenol... she now falls into the next category for dosing. That could have been another reason her fever wasnt fully going away. They told us to alternate Tylenol and Motrin every 3 hours and so far... fingers crossed... she has been doing much better. Labels: My little Bubba
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Even Higher Expectations.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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Bubba: Daddys shirt.
Daddy: What?
Bubba: Daddys shirt.
Daddy: What do you want, Bubba?
Bubba: Daaaaddyyyys! SHIRT!
Daddy: One more time, Bubba.
Bubba: DAAAAADDDYYYS! SHIIIRRRT!
Daddy: Show Daddy.
Bubba (Said with the look of death and the devil voice.): Daddys. shirt.
Daddy: Bubba. I have NO IDEA what you are saying.
Bubba promptly stomps over to her to her toybox, reaches within and thrusts her dinosaur into the air with the look of, "Dont give me this SHIT Daddy, I was OBVIOUSLY saying dinosaur."
Daddy: Well, Bubba why didnt you say so?Labels: Mr. Bubba, My little Bubba
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Spoiled ROTTEN.
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Sunday, April 01, 2007
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You rang?
And sometimes among my SEA of TOYS
I MAY acknowledge you.
 Since Bubba was born, my husband and I have made sure that no matter what, Bubba has had everything she needed. And wanted. Seemingly lately.... just wanted. We dont have the checkbook to get her EVERYTHING... but pretty damn close to everything she has ever wanted. When they are young you can make anything a dollar seem like a thousand.
Bubba overall is an angel so I dont mind getting her a little something here and there when we go out. And if I go somewhere without her, if I see something she would like, I'll get it for her. I mean, who can go to Target WITHOUT getting a couple of useless things from the One Spot. Because I tell you... Target is GENIUSES for inventing the One Spot!! I heart the One Spot.
For the last couple of months Bubba has had a sudden attraction to watching movies on my husband and I's computers. She will get her blanket, the toy of the day, her juice cup and then crawl up into the office chair loudly demanding that "Bubba watch ____ (usually the movie Cars) on the compute!"
Of course my husband being the computer nerd that he is, smiles from ear to ear and says, "THAT'S my girl." I know by the time my daughter is 5 SHE will be the one fixing MY computer when it fails to do whatever I want.
 We thought that maybe Bubba's love for the computer would wear off... wouldnt it be more fun to watch a movie in the living room? On the couch. Wrapped in a blanket? Oh no. Not this Bubba. So we switch her from computer to computer depending on what my husband or I need on our own computer. That can be quite frustrating for us and Bubba. In the 30 seconds it takes to switch her around she will throw the fit of the CENTURY and scream and kick because WE INTERRUPTED HER! How DARE us.
We have been contemplating setting up a computer for her. We have enough spare parts to put together a computer that would be more than adequate for her. My daughter. At 2. With her own computer. Yeah. We live in a different world than when I was TWO!
The only part we didnt have for her computer was a monitor. So we have been looking around and hoping to pick up a cheap one. And I have been looking for a desk or something similar for her to have her computer on. Then we made a startling realization.
Hello. Does she really NEED an entire computer? So when we saw this TV. Saw that it was a Spongebob TV. We knew we hit pay dirt. So to further the theme... we saw this table and chair set. OMG. Spongebob everything!! We were in heaven!!
 And of course so is Bubba. Pure. Unadulterated Spongebob heaven. (And I tell you, those little chairs are like THE CUTEST THING EVER!) Oh how she shrieked! And exclaimed "BongeBob TV?! Bongebob sit down! TWO Bongebob sit down! Bongebob table!" So now she is set up in the office with Mr. Bubba and I and she has brought in all of her little toys to sit with her and she makes sure they are all lined up! and in order! to watch Bongebob! TV!
And you know whats sad as I look at those particular toys. About 95% of them are from McDonald's happy meals. JeezSUS. She really IS spoiled rotten. Cause just about every time we pass those Golden Arches she says "FREN FRY!! BUBBA FREN FRY! Bubba HUNgry!" And we go. Like obedient parents. Barf.Labels: My little Bubba
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If she is already doing this at 2... What in the world is 16 going to be like?
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Last night Bubba and I went to see my parents and just spent some time with them... you know, when I wasnt about to die. Makes the time together a little more enjoyable!
Well Mom wanted to go the to mall and get an outfit for her plane ride to Austria. That's right. My parents are going overseas to visit my sister in Austria for 2 weeks. Talk about JEALOUS!
So we go to the mall and are in a clothing store. Mom is looking through the racks and I am chasing Bubba all over the store. In the second my Mom asked me what I thought about a shirt Bubba ran out of the store. I was quickly looking around for her when a lady walks into the front of the store and loudly asks if anyone has a little boy or girl?
Well, goddamnit, I put her in a PINK dress with tights and little PINK shoes and you cant tell if SHE is a girl... I dont know WHAT ELSE I COULD POSSIBLY DO!!
So I run out of the store to see that my little girl has found herself a boy. She. is. two. years. old. Runs away from her Mommy. Cause she found a boy.
Good heavens. Last time I put my little girl in a dress and tights.
So much for keeping my blood pressure down.
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Playdoh Party at dinner time.
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Saturday, February 17, 2007
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When Mr. Bubba started his gig as a Stay at Home Dad, I left him with an extremely wonderful assignment. Get Bubba to eat solids so we can wean her off of breastfeeding. Easy right? I'm such a fabulous wife.
Yeah, I wasnt falling for it either. It was the biggest concern we had when I went back to work but after Bubba starved for 2 weeks because she has my stubborn trait... she finally gave in... and took to solids quite well actually.
For several months he would feed her solids and when I was home I would breastfeed. Then we slowly started the weaning process further until she was completely eating solids. (I hated that day. I think it was harder for ME to wean off of breastfeeding Bubba than Bubba.)
I noticed that Mr. Bubbas trick was to distract! Bubba from thinking she was eating to just playing with cool shit as Daddy shoves food down her throat. For a couple of weeks we let her play with a 40 foot measuring tape. OMG she thought that was the coolest thing EVER. Then there was the bread ties. Milk rings. What is she a CAT or something? A handful of q-tips. Odds and ends from all over the house. Toys. Markers and pens. Anything and everything that would make her play. I mean distract her. I mean eat!
So obviously this became the norm. And you just. dont. mess. with the norm. So... to this day Bubba has to be eating while playing when in her highchair. The latest round of cool shit to distract! with is playdoh. And we are seriously loving the playdoh right now.
For the last couple days Mr. Bubba had the playdoh all dolled up like a snowman. Then I got the brilliant idea to make a squirrel. WTF. A squirrel Ryan? Why not something like a snowman that resembles 3 CIRCLES. No, I choose a squirrel.
Well, he didnt turn out too bad and Mr. Bubba made a little doggy to go with. And a little doggy bed. With a little doggy pillow. How f'ing cute is that?
I present to you Mr. Squirrel.
And little doggy.
With a little doggy bed.
Little doggy pillow included FREE!
 I think she likes the little doggy best. She was shhhh-ing him to sleep.In his little doggy bed. With his little doggy pillow. Mr. Bubba should make a little doggy blanket too.  Yeah DOGGY! Yeah SQUIRREL!  In the middle of playing, she looks at me... Grabs squirrels little nipple...And says SQUIRREL? Momma BOOBIES!? I just couldnt live without you Bubba. Labels: Mr. Bubba, My little Bubba
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Everytime you say "I lub you Momma" my whole body smiles.
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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I never could have imagined what it would be like to be a Mother until I looked into your eyes. Until you looked at me and needed me... as much as I needed you. Your Daddy and I may have given you life but you gave us one when you were born. When you entered our lives and showed us what true love was. What it could be. Pure. Innocent. Honest. True.
When I look at you, I see my beautiful, little baby girl I gave birth to almost 2½ years ago. What is hard to grasp, is the fact that you arent 7lbs 10oz. anymore. You have grown into an independent, decision making, talkative little girl with a heart of gold and a smile that could light the darkest dark.
You love to learn. Laying out your flashcards in specific patterns with neat rows and columns like you used a ruler and level. You pick them out when I call them to you. Pointing to a card of a net and saying "I catch you" or to the clown and saying "Sil-leee Cown!!" If I ask you one you dont remember, you glance at me and for a moment silently plead with me to make sure you remember next time. You always want to know more.
You know all your shapes, even what a pentagon and an octagon are. You could almost name the 108 crayon colors in a Crayola box. You giggle so sweet when I draw a cat or a dog. And meow and bark. You love more than anything when Daddy and I draw you every. single. SpongeBob character. By the time you are 40 we may have Sandy down. Squirrels are hard enough... but in a spacesuit too?
 Your love for all animals brings such joy to my heart. You are so caring towards all life and it is so amazing to see you talk to dogs like you can actually hear what they are saying. I know we will have to get you a dog soon. I bet you'd name your very own doggy Bubba. You know doggy was the first coherent word you ever spoke. It sounded kinda like an engine starting "duggieduggieduggie."
 You can find anything to entertain you. That is, that we didnt buy directly for you. You spent HOURS in those crates... you would have slept in there if we had let you. The bag of straws? Once I realized that you LOVED them... I always had a dozen on hand. I probably still have some in the bottom of my purse, just in case.
 At 11 months, to the DAY, you took your first steps. I know this because your grandparents wanted to make bets with us about when you would take those steps. I said 10½ to 11 months. Your Grandpa said "The day she turns 11 months." A couple of days after your first steps, we had to take your Grandparents out for margaritas cause they pinned it. To. the. day.
 I was always amazed at how quickly you could get around the house. And into everything. You still do this but we have gotten pretty smart over the last 2½ years.
 I think your Daddy helped you with the pads. Someday I will show your boyfriend this picture. It'll be at least 40 years from now. I use to cut those in half and use them as breast pads. I probably wont tell your boyfriend that.
 Sometimes we would leave something a little too close to the edge of the counter... but in the one second it took for you to get it, get whatever it was, all over you and the next second for us to get the camera... we would let you enjoy your find.
 However, that pink shirt you are wearing? You had just gotten from your Great Aunt no less than 30 minutes before. Stinker.
 You played with that silver ribbon for months. I am surprised we dont have more pictures of you with it. You would tangle yourself up and look to us for a moment to call out for help but I swear you knew, that if we felt you couldnt handle it, we would have taken it away. You would untangle yourself and start all over again.
In the beginning when you came home, you were very colicky. I thought for sure I had done something wrong. You would cry for hours and hours on end. No matter the walking, the bouncing, the car rides or any of the other 6.3 million remedies, we could not console you.
One afternoon when you cried and cried your Daddy and I set you in your crib and let you cry. It was the first time we didnt hold you while you cried. As I sat in the living room and held that baby monitor in tears myself, I know we did the right thing. Your crying didnt last too long and soon you were fast asleep. When I went to check on you, you had snuck yourself under your bumper pad. Your Daddy and I almost laughed so hard we woke you up.
I hardly remember those colicky times now. They seem so far away. When we finally figured things out and the colic went away, you became the happiest baby on the planet. You've been that way ever since.
My dear sweet Bubba I hope you know that I love you more than anything. That when I look in your crib every morning I can barely get myself to walk away to go to work. I could stare at you for hours. That when you say my name and tell me that you lub me I just melt.
I love you Bubba.Labels: My little Bubba
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I gave birth to the epitome of "Silly."
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Sunday, January 28, 2007
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 Can I really label her as "lazy?" It takes a lot of talent to drink that way.
 I couldnt do it AND drink... THAT'S mad drinking SKILL!
 And this is where is took a running start and JUMPED on me. Guess that was her way of saying, "NO MORE PICTURES MOMMY!!" Labels: My little Bubba
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I love it when she rediscovers toys that haven't seen the light of day in weeks; and acts like she has never seen them and can't live without them.
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Sunday, January 21, 2007
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She LOVES her flashcards.
Forget the cool electronic thing they came with.
The cards are all she needs!
 And talk about SERIOUS!She lines them all up and then has us call them out. So she can stack them in her box... And start all over again.  She hasn't looked at that helmet in MONTHS. Now? I have to BEG her to take it off. Oh, and dont forget MICKEY!
 Mickey goes everywhere with her. Yeah. And try and explain to her its not a "bath-safe toy."  Good thing she has her HELMET on to watch TV. Cause it could be daaaangerous. But look at her little feet. All curled up. Priceless.
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Bubba.
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Thursday, January 11, 2007
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How do you prefer to watch SpongeBob?
We are dog sitting yet again... she is so in love. (And I guarantee you its not the dog.)
Night out on the town... someones ready! and set! to go!
Window shopping at two... what have I created?
When YOU want something Momma, you give Daddy a kiss... work for me?
That's right. It's all purple. Literally, from head to toe.
And yes, that juice cup is ALWAYS with her.
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There once was a girl, that had a curl...
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Sunday, January 07, 2007
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... and her Mommy cut it off.
It was about time for little Bubba to get a haircut... I have been arguing against it for months... then when I suggested it, it was my HUSBAND that said no. So I thought the best solution, when I could no longer see my baby's beautiful blue eyes, was to take the matter into my own hands. With a pair of scissors.
So now she can see again and I dont think I did half bad. So, I think I'll add "Pediatric Hairdresser" on my resume. Next to "Master at removing gummies from any surface", "Gives 15 second diaper changes in the backseat of a car" and "Functions on 4 hours of sleep."Labels: My little Bubba
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My little frog.
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Friday, December 22, 2006
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 My little Bubba has chosen this as the way to get around for the past week now... because she can.
Hopping! Ribbbbitttt! JUMP!
All. over. the. place. non. stop.Labels: My little Bubba
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I was busy being a bad influence.
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Monday, December 04, 2006
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This evening I had grand intentions to write a thought provoking and intriguing post. *rolls eyes*
However, I spent my time trying to get my little Bubba to:
1. Say "Ah crap!" which sounding like "Ahhhhhhw kaw-wap"
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2. Getting her to jump on the day bed singing "Jump, Jump, Shake your Booty!"
Things like this just thrill my little soul. She is the cutest thing on this planet! Now I do realize that while she is in kindergarten, I will more than likely get a call scolding me for my poor parenting skills when Bubba drops her glue and politely screams "Ahhhhhhw kaw-wap!" which to her teachers ears sounded like "Fucking shit!"
But hey... it sounds so damn cute. I'll have a couple years to straighten her out. It's not like there would ever be any other time that I would tell her one thing and make her do another. Right?
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If he craps on the floor, he's out!
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Saturday, December 02, 2006
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So I have had a never ending debate within myself about getting another animal. Well, problem solved. Who knew we had one laying around the house this whole time. My husband is a genius.
Kisses and hugs!
Bubba has carried her new (lego) doggie around ALL DAY and even wanted to eat lunch with it. How cute is that?!Labels: My little Bubba
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Why my husband shakes his head at the thought of my families genes rubbing off on Bubba.
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
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Bubba: *points to my sister* Bwown currcle?
Sister: RYAN! Your daughter is pointing at the mole on my neck and saying BROWN CIRCLE!
Me: *turns to Bubba* Bubba, that would be a H A I R Y brown circle.
Bubba: Haarrrie bwown cuuurcle! Haarrrie bwown cuuurcle!Labels: My little Bubba
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Toy, $1.37... Laughter, PRICELESS.
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Sunday, November 26, 2006
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 I am continually amazed that the simplest of things will entertain my daughter for HOURS, sometimes even days.
This afternoons weapon of choice was a quick grab at the store that netted my daughter and I atleast an hour of solid play time. I am surprised that neither one of us passed out. (The night is still young.)
So, if you havent tried out this quick and easy toy, please do! And enjoy!Labels: My little Bubba
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Miracles DO happen!
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
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My little Bubba let me cut her toenails.
Ladies and Gentlemen. I have never cut all her toenails in one sitting. I know it sounds awful. But until today the worst part about being a parent, was having to cut her toenails.
I couldn't stand it. She would scream! bloody murder while I tried. I never ever EVER made it past two toenails. Until today.
I got all 10 of those pretty little toes.Labels: My little Bubba
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