tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324008922024-03-13T00:23:58.194-03:00This Shit is BananasCookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-57230747776306240632008-03-07T22:46:00.001-04:002008-03-07T22:50:03.872-04:00My Session with Baby B!I had a session with an adorable little 7 week old baby girl today, she was a joy to photograph! Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjillhardy%2Falbumid%2F5175194755819489761%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-71600461562663450062008-03-05T11:36:00.004-04:002008-03-05T11:43:25.402-04:00Four<div>Chelsea will be turning four on Sunday. Where has the time gone? I love her so much, she amazes me every day.<br /><br />I pray that I be the mommy she needs, I fear I am not.</div><div> </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174283514776710754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdbSe6r9VJUGA-28l_LpbSz3FdV1jgWxjYGqp8_Ebk8g494LShX3li0YNt8p7qDKuhuaVF03Zigwhyq9wZwwtviOgYKNwvovsEg__6yxFkw-LhenN0JqWezOhZ6xJxzZAUBXQ/s400/2008+03+03+165.jpg" border="0" />Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-4639733650365614662008-02-17T22:44:00.006-04:002008-02-17T22:56:46.277-04:00This Melts My HeartI finally convinced the Hubs to let me do some pictures of him with the baby. And they are EXACTLY what I wanted them to be. Next step...try to get a family photo of the 4 of us!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168147573562037026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij4V9I85jYixwJKrr17FmYSJOOIAAnao095-q2u0cEgOJgrsDXqyHwEMfVG2vKfrK0PtFUHSXibDLEuuy2YnNvTPkzceYQNdSpTOChm1htbE0yNZdMIttG8YJsQchMCNIcIi6I/s400/2008+02+17+006_1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168147156950209298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9xJ2FerogHkArXfpbN6cMCsFwY9cx815MC_r9rU6PBLz319NYt9kc2H5rl9bH4sy-Nl_SGLFj97Ht2DOG0CAff7td2sTBUhTD2wrSC9aVp0Qp0aM7_zOVYKPEyb1s1_UjIfGQ/s400/2008+02+17+063.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168146602899428082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNx72dmVK2JllANdJIvgcq1GbkjVoQi87Wk_Pt1iUEiJhaOJlFrI92Vkw-T11Unsh6Fe6m6dC5K_lkrGpd23bHAhqQKhfUqufPP6Bt2opcLLdVFv-H-mWDv7AiUglP1aVfXBq/s400/2008+02+17+039_1.jpg" border="0" /></p>I am too tired for a proper post. I have been quite sick all week. Bad cough that just won't go away and VERY plugged up sinuses. I kind of suspect bronchitis, but I am waiting till tomorrow to decide. Anyway, I am exhausted and need to get my butt to bed. My little love is calling me to cuddle with her, so I must go.<br /><br /><p><br /></p>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-41779775766468018152008-02-06T17:26:00.000-04:002008-02-06T17:29:42.698-04:00Headache<div>The baby won't stop crying...since like last night sometime...the 4 year old who can't usually poop and takes daily laxatives has the shits plus a nasty cough and a fever that comes and goes....and I got about 5 minutes sleep last night. *SIGH*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Don't let the innocence of this picture fool you.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163982387978939490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0LCk_ubd0RxGOOel8cUVFhnCQULQ0CqKtEtCmihnxOsiZjnXRZP7em3FEa54HrTLyqFR7piiheDeliSZwo3kwoBdfbVRdFhrQoWJ97HJO_jBqgxiv0xXZPqb0RDKAXILfjl5/s400/2008+02+06+008_filtered+copyb%26w.jpg" border="0" /></div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-83239000812341173372008-02-05T09:37:00.000-04:002008-02-05T09:44:51.233-04:00Can You Guess My All Time Favourite Movie?Here is a hint...<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1hmO_ocztyy6kt2KqyEGnsy0c6IKFG8sYvVA2R2LYOP1BpXVVPjoIPdfUrR6wKfeHI_efmAUgv5U' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-33494046325181189292008-02-04T14:21:00.000-04:002008-02-04T14:31:27.838-04:00BUSTED!!First, I want to tell you that my mom had her tests and she is FINE! What a relief! Phew. Thanks for the prayers!<br /><br />Ok, on to my story.<br /><br />About 3 weeks ago on a lazy Sunday afternoon we started to get ready to go to the IL's for our weekly dinner. The hubs and I both needed showers and I decided that I could kill two birds with one stone and get some wifely duties out of the way while getting cleaned up. So, I put the TV on in our bedroom and asked Chelsea to watch it with her baby sister and that we'd be back soon. Then we jumped in the shower like the bad parents we are, and had a quickie. No big deal, right?<br /><br />Except my daughter has the memory of an elephant.<br /><br />The past week, we had an ice storm that left TONS of homes without power for DAYS. Our home was one of those, so we packed up and stayed at my parents house for a few nights. The second morning we were there, my mom was getting ready for work in the bathroom and Chelsea was in there hanging out with her and chatting. Mom proceeded to tell Chelsea that she "shared her shower with a bucket full of water" that Poppy (my Dad) had left in the tub incase the power went off there...well water, pump doesn't work with out power) since the bucket was full and too heavy to takoeut. Chelsea mulled this over and then told Nanny that "Mommy and Daddy share the shower too" and that she had to "babysit".<br /><br /><br />BUSTED!!!!Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-57160650707571191242008-02-01T22:48:00.000-04:002008-02-01T23:16:26.914-04:00Blame Canada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3utTumSrDO-khOanDZBdQbCDrUneqYSwSvyHDXXbz_CHCiLhn-10gke826EqlswcRvf6eizFAesHmZsxKMV2daheeFajq1RuA0wo6r2uGdxXXWhVoZr3iPHj7G7NuO0DiIXum/s1600-h/blame-canada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162216460635581522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3utTumSrDO-khOanDZBdQbCDrUneqYSwSvyHDXXbz_CHCiLhn-10gke826EqlswcRvf6eizFAesHmZsxKMV2daheeFajq1RuA0wo6r2uGdxXXWhVoZr3iPHj7G7NuO0DiIXum/s400/blame-canada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I wanted to share some facts about Canada you may not know (or even care about!)...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. We have provinces, not states.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2. It's not that much colder than most of the US, except for WAY up north.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3. We have better Oreo's, Smarties, Chinese food and McDonald's.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4. Health Care if "free" but you still need insurance for hospital stays, medications, etc. You don't just walk out with free pills.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>5. Marijuana *IS* illegal (Shout out to <a href="http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/">Andrea</a> here!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>6. The legal drinking age is 19 in MOST provinces, 18 in Quebec and one of the prarie provinces, I believe.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>7. We have the metric system and HATE it. Lots of people don't use it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>8. Our beer is stronger :D</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>9. Canadian movies suck...and we know it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>10. The Tragically Hip dudes are Canadian, so are the Trailer Park Boys...Britney Spears, thankfully, is NOT.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's all for now, I am sure I will post more some other time.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-66454519715107778662008-01-28T20:42:00.000-04:002008-01-28T20:57:46.484-04:00No News<div>It stormed here today. Snow, wind, ice pellets, the works. My mom's appointment was cancelled and rescheduled for NEXT Monday. Ugh. A whole week to fret and worry.<br /><br />I did speak to her the other day, after I last blogged, and it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Alzheimer's</span> they are testing for. So I am not sure if she will be given results or more tests at the appointment. Either way, it's inevitable. If she doesn't have it now, she WILL get it. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hereditary</span> and her mother had it, as do some of her older sisters. Better than the death <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sentence</span> that is cancer, right?<br /><br />Not really. What is worse, your mind going or your body? Honestly, I can't decide. I hate the thought of my mother (or anyone for that matter) forgetting her family and friends. Her grandchildren, her husband, her daughters. What cruel jokes the universe will play on us. And why? Why does anyone deserve that sort of pain? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Alzheimer's</span> hurts the whole family. Breaks hearts. And I don't think I can handle it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160696235486325826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1DMiWka7icLZaGwk4pPc30M6JgEeBk7rE5HDjCcRArzrnVCB3CHTQoc-NS8Wj-v_zM8jWROS7HFMUGNTzKBMMXGu_a6gUgr-adWFDh8RfezKeB6BUs4u_oZUMyfIItz6vmDz/s400/vanilla+ice.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-52562625533962312382008-01-24T10:47:00.000-04:002008-01-24T11:01:54.846-04:00Terrified...My biggest worry? Losing one of my parents. I think I may even be a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">paranoid</span> about it. I think about it almost daily. Like "Will my Dad have a heart attack while shoveling?" "Will my mom <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">being</span> a car accident?" "Will one of them get a scary cancer diagnosis?"<br /><br />My parents are active and healthy. My dad just turned 64 and my mom turned 56 in July. Not that old, and they eat well and exercise, so why the worry? I love them. I need them, they are my rocks. My dad and I were never close, but I love him. And until I had my own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">children</span>, I had no idea how much. We are not all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">huggy</span> and stuff, but I can feel his love and I hope he can feel mine. Little things he does for me prove that he loves me. He's my Daddy. My mom and I have a great relationship. We have always been able to talk and hang out. It has gotten closer again since I had kids. I want my kids to grow up close to their "Nanny and Poppy" and love visiting them. I am pretty sure my mom is Chelsea's absolute favourite person, and I LOVE that. Both of my parents work full time jobs and show no signs of stopping any time soon. I KNOW I can go to my parents for help anytime, with anything.<br /><br />My dad stopped by my house this morning to drop something off. While holding the baby, he told me that he took a phone call this morning from my mom's doctor, referring her to another doctor at another center for an appointment next week. He didn't know the doctor's name or what the appointment was for. But they told him to tell her she needs to bring a family member. WHAT?? What could that mean?? I am scared. Is it some kind of bad news? Why else would she need a family member? He seemed a little freaked out too. I asked him of he knew of any tests she'd had lately, he didn't know, or didn't tell me, not sure which. She gets regular <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mammograms</span> because breast cancer is in the family, but I know her last one was fine.<br /><br />So what then? My mind is racing. I am thinking the worst, of course. I am terrified.Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-71091841178253707212008-01-22T19:13:00.000-04:002008-01-22T19:36:07.324-04:00BlankI have nothing to write about! My mind is BLANK. But <a href="http://staciesmadness.blogspot.com/">Stacie</a> says I need to post more. Perhaps she forgets that I have a newborn, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span>. Just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">buggin</span> ya Stacie, she's almost 4 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">months</span> old now, I'm not *that* busy ;)<br /><br />I have been uninspired to take pics lately. Well, I wouldn't say uninspired so much as bored with taking indoor pics. And outside is just too WHITE from all the snow, I KNOW it would throw my white balance all off, and that is not my strong point right now, at all. I am taking an online photography course right now, it's fun, but I am not really learning anything yet that I didn't already know, so that sucks, but means I am smart, I guess, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>. My dear friend <a href="http://hearnoevil-seenoevil.blogspot.com/">Kacie</a> pointed it out to me, thanks babe! It was cheap, compared to other courses, so if I don't learn anything, no loss. Plus it's only like day 2 :P I *may* learn something eventually.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ok</span>, don't laugh, but I am working on a few things here at home. I am working on making dinner for the family at least 4 days a week (don't even ask how often I cooked previously) and doing dinner dishes immediately after dinner, instead of when I get to them, and also we are eating dinner at the kitchen table as a family. We were a TV family before...I know, bad bad. So far we are part of the way <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thru</span> week 2 and it's going well! You'd swear my husband was getting more sex too, he is that happy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span>. Sadly, that is not the case, but apparently food is just as important. Go figure. I am not a great cook, I must be really lousy in bed too, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lol</span>. Actually, it is all part of my master plan....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">you see</span>, once I am done of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">maternity leave</span>, I will have to return to work in the evenings, and family time will be rally limited. I want to woo him with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">domesticated</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ness</span> and he will want me home, barefoot and pregnant forever...then i can work on my photography skills while I stay at home with my kiddos and eventually take over the WORLD with my photography. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ok</span>, that will never happen....<br /><br />Don't ya wish I left this post blank?Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-22178831210005455052008-01-15T16:58:00.000-04:002008-01-15T17:10:18.376-04:00Mother Nature's Kinder Surprise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL-XuKhN7XHVIwclaBTl6Lg0GSK3F0U11V0F8l7FW4uMYTMQdBSUYQti-LyEQmIyWtG7FC5kwqvho5xMWZfx4-QmzO-belgJ5rJwG7uJxz4bw4mndjXUf7n6bSkyRKyQWYQWh/s1600-h/2008+01+15+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155813576454750322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL-XuKhN7XHVIwclaBTl6Lg0GSK3F0U11V0F8l7FW4uMYTMQdBSUYQti-LyEQmIyWtG7FC5kwqvho5xMWZfx4-QmzO-belgJ5rJwG7uJxz4bw4mndjXUf7n6bSkyRKyQWYQWh/s400/2008+01+15+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tonght is homemade pizza night in our house, so in preparation yesterday, I pick up the ingredients we were out of. One thing I needed was a green pepper for *my* side of the pizza. We were in the grocery store and I asked Chlesea to help me find and pick one out. For a kid that won't actually *eat* any veggies, she sure can pick 'em! She picked out a nice fat green one and gave it a sniff. Then she shook it, and had a surprised look on her face! The seeds inside were rattiling around and making a noise when she shook it. She then gestured for me to bend down to hear this amazing sound and so after I heard it and bagged up the pepper, she said, "Hey Mommy, do you think there is a TOY inside your pepper?"<br /><br />Maybe so Chelsea, maybe so.</div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-7926082801366134192008-01-10T21:41:00.000-04:002008-01-10T21:49:58.256-04:00ScrewedSo I am having kind of a brain-dead week. On Monday, I was giving the girls a bath. I always put the oldest in the tub while I bath the baby, that way Chelsea has time to play before we start the actual "business" of the bath. So I bathed the baby, got her dressed, and realized I had forgotten her socks, so I decided to go get them. Chelsea is fine to leave for a second, so I did and left the baby in the bathroom as well, in her bouncy seat. I shut the door behind me so the cold air wouldn't get in and freeze them, and went to get the socks.<br /><br />I got the sock and came back, turned the door knob and all it did was turn and turn and turn......it didn't open. Oh...my....G_d!!! What do I do?!?! I yelled to Chelsea to make sure her head was above water, and she was fine, of course, and asked what was wrong, so I told her the door was stuck. Her response?<br /><br />"Well aren't you screwed"Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-22533887496068776282007-12-31T23:47:00.001-04:002007-12-31T23:50:12.992-04:00Happy New Year!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaKz-DmBAZ6LgryQ8Rn2u0uf5wNabcvoIzGqlHb5tR-l1a3Vg_nszbI_Tqd5Uzx4qfd6JhbDX_ZeWBneyVtXydqaY_oRSIM7E-T5D3F6f7kZZDYcgSKmpYXcpMsSdtki8Vv_x/s1600-h/2007+12+31+050_filtered.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150350425298878562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaKz-DmBAZ6LgryQ8Rn2u0uf5wNabcvoIzGqlHb5tR-l1a3Vg_nszbI_Tqd5Uzx4qfd6JhbDX_ZeWBneyVtXydqaY_oRSIM7E-T5D3F6f7kZZDYcgSKmpYXcpMsSdtki8Vv_x/s400/2007+12+31+050_filtered.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My resolutions...(in no particular order)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. Drink more water</div><br /><div>2. Eat less crap/lose weight</div><br /><div>3. Learn to use my camera</div><br /><div>4. Play with my kids more</div><br /><div>5. Put out more for my poor husband</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-68250319781688465492007-12-30T22:27:00.000-04:002007-12-30T22:29:46.801-04:00I think we need a new car seat.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQjlRGfU1DzGPOngUYm1SJH07eZzYnstEu2jQ5Fb6uIPRXr0-N7llpK67L6iCBPLjdYIloqYTU1J4e4V7DOIxy0wvaGj00LfNaGAvrwTU6LTpoQ_a7wuCOq7Llec8mQ0WYys7/s1600-h/20071230_137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149958500943183954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQjlRGfU1DzGPOngUYm1SJH07eZzYnstEu2jQ5Fb6uIPRXr0-N7llpK67L6iCBPLjdYIloqYTU1J4e4V7DOIxy0wvaGj00LfNaGAvrwTU6LTpoQ_a7wuCOq7Llec8mQ0WYys7/s400/20071230_137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do you think she's outgrown it yet?? ha ha!</div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-42362240271435096932007-12-29T16:36:00.000-04:002007-12-29T16:40:47.663-04:00How Time Flies...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGkWc8WBPsKWCPV2B1N26fW14ZfCYpVR9g798-buThkTrJC5GQr7-DrkdN8Ljkd_Sz8MV-TbUti6aN5lX3Selux5meh3pE0HHwfH-30si7gB4wtJG5rOnqWdeJero5J9T4u6_/s1600-h/chloe+3+month+pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149497122671345730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGkWc8WBPsKWCPV2B1N26fW14ZfCYpVR9g798-buThkTrJC5GQr7-DrkdN8Ljkd_Sz8MV-TbUti6aN5lX3Selux5meh3pE0HHwfH-30si7gB4wtJG5rOnqWdeJero5J9T4u6_/s400/chloe+3+month+pic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My baby girl is 3 months old. She actually turned 3 months on Christmas eve. Wow. Time flies when you are having fun, doesn't it?? So here ya go, here is her 3 month picture. There are issues with it, but for now, I am happy with it. </div><div> </div><div>In other (related) news, I got my Rebel XT today!!!!! Must buckle down and figure it out now, lol. </div><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-57729383290701960052007-12-21T14:20:00.001-04:002007-12-21T14:23:22.503-04:00To My Dear Friends....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOsI0qqAbxtZhHdmHybewN7ZRt_HOzJhVTWFWhS4EYq2axtzTpjDUTZCez2NgOzV0HFVO9uWvMGVHOzXLXbplYUV8HwDH7-jZ_EVDJyVrCiVH_TRQSKJp-KlTCqAu8GnxnCBH/s1600-h/xmas07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146493497422430258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOsI0qqAbxtZhHdmHybewN7ZRt_HOzJhVTWFWhS4EYq2axtzTpjDUTZCez2NgOzV0HFVO9uWvMGVHOzXLXbplYUV8HwDH7-jZ_EVDJyVrCiVH_TRQSKJp-KlTCqAu8GnxnCBH/s400/xmas07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-53200391199962628692007-12-21T13:28:00.000-04:002007-12-21T13:55:04.461-04:00Schedules/Type A PersonalityI am impatient. I have a 3 year old. Bad Mixture.<br /><br />I try so hard to let her figure things out for herself, such as putting on socks, and brushing her teeth etc., BUT when she takes too long and I need to be somewhere, I have to jump in and help, but in true 3 year old fashion, she does not want any help! Then the fight is on...so anywhere, where was I going with this? Oh yeah....schedules.<br /><br />I live by a schedule. We get up, eat breakfast, get showered, dressed (takes awhile, there is the newborn, the 3yo and me..and read above regarding 3yr old, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span>) and then it's darn near lunch time, but we have things to do, it may be an appointment, groceries, a play date, or what have you, but it's in a specific time frame, because then it's nap time (bless my child for still napping!) which must occur between 1 and 2 pm, or she will be CRANKY and sleep too late, which messed with bedtime, which in turn messes with the next day! So to keep things running smoothly in my boot camp, I mean house, we MUST stick tot he schedule!<br /><br />There are of course exceptions....sometimes we eat lunch early or *gasp* LATE, and there is the occasional day we skip a nap, for a DARN GOOD REASON, but we like the schedule. My daughter thrives on it. I think a lot of the reason I like to stick to a schedule is because I absolutely detest being late. Hate it. And I am annoyed by people who use having kids as and excuse to be late. Yes, shit happens, or puke happens, but on an average day, I like to get where I am going at the proper time.<br /><br />So what brought this up? Well, our whole day is out of whack! Last week my Mother In Law decided she wanted my 3yo and her 5yo(almost 6yo) cousin to have a sleepover....together...in the same bed! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span> lady! Chelsea is so used to falling asleep alone. She won't fall asleep with me, not with Daddy, no one. She needs her alone time to wind down, look at book, whatever she wants, but ALONE. I decided to let MIL have her, whatever, not my problem if she is up till midnight, ha ha! So here is how it went down.... MIL wanted her early afternoon on Thursday, no nap, so that she may fall asleep earlier...sure! I dropped her off at 2pm. MIL called at 10pm, she finally fell asleep, ha ha! So already she is short 2.5 hours of sleep from her nap, and 2 hours off her regular bedtime...total 4.5 hours. The the kids get up at 5:45...ha! That is 2 hours and 15 minutes earlier than normal....add that to the 4.5? Total of 6 and 3/4 hours short of sleep. Oh my.<br /><br />I went to pick her up at 11:30 this morning, boy was she CRANKY. So we went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thru</span> the drive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thru</span> at McDonald's (as my apology for making her sleepover at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">MIL's</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lol</span>) and came home, ate till her eyes were closing, put <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">jammies</span> on and crawled into bed. Poor girl went right to sleep. BUT, I have to wake hey by no later than 4, or bedtime will be ruined, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lol</span>.<br /><br />Am I nuts? Are my schedules too rigid? I don't think so, it works for us.Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-51662490617226733232007-12-16T22:43:00.000-04:002007-12-16T23:03:45.373-04:00ME ME ME!!!!I was tagged by Andrea to do this "all about me" crap, lol, so here goes...<br /><br />8 things I'm passionate about: (in no particular order)<br />My family<br />My friends<br />Music<br />Non smoking<br />Clean floors<br />Breastfeeding<br />Proper car seats for kids<br />Yummy food<br /><br />8 things I want to do before I die:<br />Go to somewhere (anywhere) warm and sunny<br />Take kids to Disney<br />Have another baby<br />Learn to take STUNNING pictures<br />Drive a standard, lol<br />Be 100% happy with my body<br />Own a brand new car<br />Take a college course (not sure what yet, lol)<br /><br />8 things I say often:<br />what?<br />seriously?<br />really?<br />hurry up!<br />I need to pee<br />shut up<br />whatever<br />dude!<br /><br />8 books I've read recently:<br />Before I had Chloe I went thru a James Patterson phase, not sure all the names, but there were at least 8!<br /><br />8 songs I could listen to over and over again:<br />Talk Dirty To Me - Poison<br />Oh Holy Night - almost anyone!<br />Gimme Gimme Gimme - Abba<br />This Ain't A Love Song - Bon Jovi<br />Shout At The Devil - Motley Crue<br />Me - Plumb<br />In My Arms - Plumb<br />What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts<br /><br />8 things that attract me to my best friends:<br />Patience<br />Humor<br />Silliness<br />Trust<br />Honesty<br />same views<br />able to agree to disagree<br />common interests<br /><br />8 people who should do this Me game:<br />um.....I dont' have 8 more people that i know with blogs that were not already tagged, lmao! sorry!Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-87418391493780662432007-12-12T17:50:00.000-04:002007-12-12T17:55:10.338-04:00Blue Eyed Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqr3VfsMZ8qSPb8p76oPvO3fHy03Leif6Xr8bkdjgDsabPXrQMXZ7xggCXrt8DOlq0EUhhvZgOi4DpxwHv9w-E4zybtCApPlkd2BDIhIgtMuY8RAbV2fdKIFQguq_9DTO2YNK/s1600-h/chloe+blanket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143207962132585858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqr3VfsMZ8qSPb8p76oPvO3fHy03Leif6Xr8bkdjgDsabPXrQMXZ7xggCXrt8DOlq0EUhhvZgOi4DpxwHv9w-E4zybtCApPlkd2BDIhIgtMuY8RAbV2fdKIFQguq_9DTO2YNK/s320/chloe+blanket.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Chloe has blue eyes, of course, but I took this picture and wasn't happy with the outcome, so I made it a sepia -ish color and I like it better, but of course, it makes her eyes brown. Try not to notice the light on her forehead and the pin lights in her eyes from the flash that I had to use, grrrr! But she is cute anyway.</div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-40510438445124080372007-12-06T21:47:00.000-04:002007-12-06T21:50:40.257-04:00Whore?I just sent my poor husband out to go get me chinese food with the promise of sex once he returns...you know, after I eat the food and watch Grey's Anatomy. Does that make me a whore? So be it!Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-88241922576942353962007-12-05T09:07:00.000-04:002007-12-05T10:49:19.575-04:00I Want You To See ThisI saw this video today on Youtube, it's very powerful. It is super sad and you will cry if you are human (or at least feel *something* lol) Watch for the little boy near the end with the clothing, you will know it when you see it. SO SAD! And watch the full ending, after the song stops. OMG! And since I feel the need to put a disclaimer, I will, so here goes...it's a country song, and I never said the SONG was good, but it's kinda moving. Ok, here it is...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaGmeFhqEpk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaGmeFhqEpk</a>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-6541809810268210642007-11-29T22:10:00.000-04:002007-12-05T09:17:08.602-04:007 Weird FactsI was tagged by Jovi, so here ya go...<br /><br /><br /><br />1. My baby toes are small. Like really small. So small, in fact that they don't have joints. That is small.<br /><br /><br /><br />2. I get great joy out of plucking my eyebrows....don't know why, I just do!<br /><br /><br /><br />3. Semi-related to the last weird fact....I love to pick scabs....better than my nose, eh? *cough* Andrea *cough*<br /><br /><br /><br />4. I still have my childhood blankie...and no, I don't want to talk about it, lol.<br /><br /><br /><br />5. I have a freckle on my hip that comes and goes, THAT is weird.<br /><br /><br /><br />6. If I am eating something round, I cannot eat the center. Freak!<br /><br /><br />7. I cannot wear plain socks, they MUST have some sort of print on them, and preferably NOT WHITE!!Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-91210677234609392222007-11-29T21:57:00.000-04:002007-12-21T13:57:25.562-04:00It's all in the eyes.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2cYbuQKH_TYVcYaEHPgZ8SOIRI353AbPzf2N-vCZSWXDVsn3Y7xtRnYF-_OpX0gt3L-xpq9INfNP0LgPADKP2PHx6gsSmjEdfpO6q_H8r2JV0U08Qx1JGfzstW33jVhAA6YA/s1600-r/winter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138447607223799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRnsrf2UcgHmfp41YzMEZkdX6VZoOVgBmXcpiS1iiJfvrITxVc-bbWfNKFm61LhVxBUguifMJ99YJ-u-hnVAEnr21oR897s0N8r_4xZRpGG4_CJdnDydkfTe4LrOo_qrNSHG2/s320/winter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have been neglecting this blog lately....somethng about a newborn and a pre-schooler...I dunno. Anyhoo, I got a new camera and I love it, but need to learn it way better before I get too excited, but I am pretty excited about this picture. I got some wicked catchlights here and dammit, I wanna show the world!! So there ya go! I will be back one of these day to post more, I promise!</div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-12620203798447950212007-11-20T10:23:00.000-04:002007-11-20T10:29:06.483-04:00I Suck...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1hmFZGIS1pGoP6FlNwNPG8yWlSzro8y_y5qQCnMNp90f2Y9F331i6_BzoxncOzEAoaOsLQHxNgNGxx_AVyt8adPMyGMPq7HbHRbhbg0NSZdFWC0TKLmX0rIk61TY-7t47cyV/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134928981036355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1hmFZGIS1pGoP6FlNwNPG8yWlSzro8y_y5qQCnMNp90f2Y9F331i6_BzoxncOzEAoaOsLQHxNgNGxx_AVyt8adPMyGMPq7HbHRbhbg0NSZdFWC0TKLmX0rIk61TY-7t47cyV/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>More to come someday....you know when I have time , lol.</div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-65476996253850332822007-09-28T21:58:00.000-03:002007-09-28T22:10:07.346-03:00New Beginnings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UVniBzoozdPzPw4kYaV6XQ9j_tN_MkrH3PWMgBo91o3VwLszA7AB9iPSojJJnrNYPWyYpakd0hsR9FZj9npljtxlHhd_dvlM3sh2UI1-LYbJ8lWyE6Px0fADhwkm7EzZBFut/s1600-h/2007_09240049.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0ODh1JehExm0ehgafL_XmuMfaDcpyHextaOLQ1aK_rg2stbM7Gm3h88qPo71fMHkbCHqCfPyS-tzNXt4ERZe-FpplY9pqldrNlKBz3zeDk14PaIPOtgDrO1CiesTNaEqExJ_/s1600-h/finger1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115426279952906866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0ODh1JehExm0ehgafL_XmuMfaDcpyHextaOLQ1aK_rg2stbM7Gm3h88qPo71fMHkbCHqCfPyS-tzNXt4ERZe-FpplY9pqldrNlKBz3zeDk14PaIPOtgDrO1CiesTNaEqExJ_/s320/finger1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Chloe Jane is here. She arrived into our lives on Monday, September 24th at 11:34 am. Labor was 4.5 hours from start to finish, but I won't bore you with the details. She is perfect and we are all so in love with her. Her big sister is doing so well woth her and she is feeding quite well at the breast and will be perfect once we work out a few kinks. I am feeling pretty good, other than some sore areas. We had her out in the world today at 4 days old, it went well, but had to come home cause my boobs were super full! She is a really good baby, sleeps a LOT but gets fussy in the evenings, which is normal. I need to get my sore areas off this chair, so that is all for now.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Cookie's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542noreply@blogger.com4