Wise Man

A wise man once said burp rags are like socks you can never have enough.

Picture of the Day

So innocent her hair is glowing.

Picture of the Day

In honor of my awesome husband.

I Have a Wonderful Husband

Trevor took pity on me tonight. I think he was a little worried after I asked him to sign his paycheck so I could deposit it and I told him I might not be back. While I was gone, he called his mom and asked her to babysit. Then he took me to dinner and a movie. He's such a good husband. He's always there for me when I need him. He's the best husband I've ever had!

Meh.

I tried to go back to bed and guess who woke up? Yep. So I'm holding her and typing with one hand. The little stinker just wants to be held. It's a good thing she's so cute.

I feel like getting out of the house and doing something but it would take so much energy! I'd have to get ready. Then I'd have to get Emma ready. And then where would I go? SHOPPING! I'd buy summer clothes as a show of faith that warm weather will come. It has to eventually. You know what sounds fun? Bowling. Or a movie. Or miniature golf. Or dinner. Or ice skating. I'm going crazy sitting here!

Well, Emma's sort of asleep again so I'm going to try AGAIN to get some sleep.

Almost Incoherent Ramblings

It's ten-thirty in the morning and there's so much to do but all I want to do is go back to bed. Is my lack of sleep all I ever talk about here? Pretty much. Ugh. Well, I'll try to think of something else....um.....I'm too tired to think.

I took Emma out to Relief Society in the Dayton ward last night. She enjoyed it immensely I think. I am hesitant to go out in public because I find it hard to communicate. All of my brain cells have been damaged (from lack of sleep) and I wander around like a zombie. People crack jokes and I just stare at them. And Relief Society is especially bad because I get all these women swarming around the baby and everyone's talking to me at once and all I can do is smile numbly and hope that I don't look (and act) too stupid. Motherhood has nearly obliterated my sense of humor. It's somewhat depressing.

I laid awake at five o' clock this morning, thinking of all the things I needed to write about and now I can't think remember any of them. Strange. Well, I'll go back to bed and maybe I'll remember.

Picture of the Day

A few weeks ago we went on a drive over Malad Summit on the Old Highway and we saw these guys off the side of the road in a field. Looks like lots of fun to me.

Late Nights, Early Mornings

It's five a.m. Emma has been up since quarter to four and is showing no signs of drowsiness. Great-Grandpa Nielsen says she has some dairy farmer in her blood. That may be but I sure didn't get it in my blood. I've never been a morning person and I never will be. I used to be a night owl. Now I just want sleep whenever I can get it.

All the animals have started having their Spring babies and I have to wonder: Why don't human babies come more ready for this world? Animal babies can walk in a matter of hours after birth. And they don't seem to have a problem nursing. It's all instinct. But for us....oh boy. It's one learning experience after another. And why can't we be like dairy cows and have some nice farmer come take the baby and raise it for us? Because then we'd have to go to the barn to be milked. Let's not think about that. But I'm thinking animals have it pretty easy. It would at least have been nice to have a pouch like a kangaroo so I could put the baby in it and actually get something done.

Out of sheer desperation I put her in her swing. I don't hear any noise so maybe she has fallen asleep. Do I dare hope? Her eyes are shut! I'm overcome with joy. Maybe I can go back to bed soon and add two more hours to the three I got earlier.

Trevor and I were talking about getting a babysitter so we could go out on a date. Our idea of a great date would be to SLEEP. All we want is eight solid hours of sleep. Is it too much to ask? Don't answer that. I don't want to hear it. Uh-oh. She's squirming. So much for impending sleep. Anyway, I think that's what I want for my birthday: eight hours of sleep. Darn, she's making some really cute noises over there. What am I going to do with her? Brad and Sus said I could call them anytime......Hmm.........

This is ridiculous. I'm going to bed whether Emma comes or not! Wish me luck.....

Picture of the Day!

Well, here we are on day two. Emma had a rough night last night. She was up from about nine to one-thirty. The poor little kid had a stomach ache. Hopefully it isn't the beginning of a pattern! :) The time change also threw us off our schedule a little. When it's eleven p.m. and I want to go to bed, she still thinks she has another hour to stay up. (Not that she was ever really on a schedule anyway.)

Since she was up so late last night, she has been really drowsy today. She slept off and on all morning. Now that it's evening she has decided to wake up and fuss. She likes someone to hold her and walk around with her. Most of the time it's a lot easier to carry her around the house, trying to do stuff with one hand, than put her down and let her cry. Especially when Trevor's sleeping. I don't want her to keep him awake. So I don't get much done anymore. I've been trying to get into more of a routine: cooking meals, showering, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning. But it's nearly impossible and most days I'm lucky if I can get the dishes done and fix one meal (even if it's just toast). And usually I do those things when Trevor's holding the baby.

Trevor is trying to juggle work, school, sleep, and helping me with Emma. If I could give him a belated anniversary gift, I would give him two straight days of sleep. I would give myself two straight days of sleep too! :)

Well, Emma's asleep in her swing now (she loves her swing) so I'm going to try to get dinner together!

Baby Picture Comparison

Trevor and I decided to post our baby pictures next to Emma's since everyone has a strong opinion about who she looks like. Personally, I think she has a little of both of us in her. (Which would make sense because she belongs to both of us. *LOL*) But the darker hair makes her look more like Trevor to me.

Anyway, no matter who she looks like, she's a sweetheart and we love her.

My First Blog

A moment of silence please.... I officially have a blog..... I feel so grown up. Actually, I feel as giddy as a baby with its diaper off! It feels so good to use words!!! Maybe my creativity will return to me. I know I never had a lot but what I did have left me when I started sacrificing brain cells to make a baby. Okay, first of all, I have to confess that when I write, my mind travels a lot faster than my fingers so I tend to leave out words. So half the time, I might not make any sense. If that's the case, use your best judgment and add in the word that makes the most sense to you. Now that I've cleared that up, I don't have anything else to say. I'm too excited to think. Who knew blogging could be so fun!?