{Our Weekend}

A Paris Street Market went well for us! It was especially nice Justin had the 4th off, so he was available all day to help. Angela & Peter stopped by and brought their cutie, Mara, who is Eisley's BFF. Those two must have called each other in secret and planned to match, for our little Firecrackers were wearing identical outfits! Seriously. This was not planned.
It was a nice holiday.

Today Justin & I had a preview class with Eisley over at the Gymboree in Parker. We wanted to see if it would be worth the bucks.
We think she had a lot of fun. It was her first time socializing with kids her age {or very close to} and we think it will be a nice addition to her weekly routine to have fun at Gymboree. It was a fun outing for our little threesome.
Parachutes, bubbles, climbing, friends, songs, magic toy boxes, tunnels, balls, slides, and obstacle courses - all fit nicely into a 45 minute Play & Music class. Who did our flirt choose to chase and follow when she got a chance? The only boy, of course. She has a habit of chasing boys. I'm not kidding.
Fun times ;-)

{TODAY}

9am - Justin hears Eisley is awake, goes to get her in her crib and finds that she has thrown up all over herself. Takes temperature, which is normal. Hmm...

10am - Justin has left for work, I settle Eisley in her highchair with some Cheerios and formula for breakfast. Sees that a new tooth is making headway through her gums.

10.30am - Eisley is now playing on the floor, starts to heave and shake. Proceeds to throw up entire breakfast, looks miserable.

10.45 - After Googling, I decide to call the doctor, leave a message with physician's assistant. Not sure whether or not to take her in... but she's acting fine now, playing happily on the floor.

11am - PA calls back, ask questions, says she'll talk to the doctor and get back to me. Eisley has tiny clay like diaper mess and is straining. It's obvious she's constipated. Great. Puking, teething, and constipated. What else can go wrong, eh?

12pm - Eisley takes a bottle and goes down for a nap. I'm hoping she's over whatever this is and is fine now.

12.15pm - Check on Eisley, so far so good.


12.45pm - Check on Eisley, so far so good.


1pm - Check on Eisley, so far so good.


1.30pm - Check on Eisley, so far so good.


2pm - Doctor finally calls, I miss call, leaves message. Eisley seems fine so I let it go...


3pm - Eisley is awake, can't tell if she's thrown up or spilled some of her bottle. Change her, still constipated. She seems happy so I get her ready to go run errands.

3.20pm - Check mail. Find letter that says Justin's ex-employer is appealing unemployment decision for the THIRD TIME, despite the fact that they've already lost repeatedly and don't even owe any money if they lose so this is all in vain. My good mood is evaporated in a split second.

4pm - Call Mom from Michael's where I'm picking out pretty papers for my crafts to bitch about Justin's ex-boss and the audacity of it all. Eisley begins screaming and fussing.

7pm - On my way home from Walmart, give Eisley toddler cookies to keep her happy. Justin calls, is on his way home.

7.10pm - Eisley is home, playing on the floor. Starts heaving. Throws up.

7.15pm - Call Justin, tell him to meet me at the local Urgent Care center.

7.30pm - Urgent care lady directs us to another urgent care up the street because they're full for the evening.

7.40pm - Arrive at Urgent Care, wait 10 minutes to be received, wait another 15 minutes for good looking but ill-humored male nurse to call us back.

8pm - Doctor comes in, seems bored and not too worried because she isn't really dehydrated too bad - yet, thinks its a 24 hour bug. Asks questions. Eisley smiles at him.

8.15pm - Ill-humored male nurse comes in to give Eisley a shot of Zofran. Despite my efforts to distract, it is quite the upsetting event, being stuck in the hip with a needle. Ill-humored Male Nurse takes his sweet time pushing in the 2mm of Zofran while Eisley gasps for air between screams.

8.35pm - Doctor finally comes back to give instructions on what to do if this or that.

8.40pm - Justin takes Eisley home. I take longer, scenic route. Get stopped at train. Wonderful.

9pm - Arrive home to find a screaming Eisley, still constipated. Justin has given her applejuice, which she throws up 15 mins later.

9.15pm - Try to put Eisley down for the night. She will not have it. Justin reheats marinated grilled pork leftovers and pasta we had {thank goodness} and Eisley plays happily on floor.

9.30pm - I blog.


This has been our day. Wish us luck for tomorrow...

{UPDATE}

9.53pm - Eisley strains to poop. Justin cuddles with her. She' pouts and cries so pathetically that Justin tears up.

11.17pm - Checks email & re-reads this post between making embellished notebooks for Saturday. Sees I misspelled bored as "board". I'm embarrassed. This is one of my spelling pet peeves and yet here I've gone and done it myself... I'm anal {my mother is an editor, after all} could not let that go so here I am editing *again*. Eisley and Justin are sleeping sound in their respective beds. I'm planning on stay up to craft until the wee hours of the morning. Hopefully Eisley has a better day tomorrow. ;-)

The {Nearly} Lost Cell Phone Pictures

Almost all the pics you've seen thus far have been from my camera. I finally, just today, got around to uploading some of the pics I've taken on my cell phone. I'm posting some of my favorites.

Two piggies cuddling.Cat & Hillary Clinton sleeping.

The day Eisley discovered the wonderment of a tissue box. I let her waste the entire thing. You only get to be a kid for a short time, right? Let 'em waste a tissue box here and there...
This is the very first time Eisley rode in a shopping cart - sans car seat. Very exciting. Very bald.
Today! In a fountain at Stapleton, right after we visited Sweet William Market.
We visited the tiny town of Calhan - which apparently she is allergic to. {She must be a city girl, like her momma.}
With The Cousins & Jamma on my birthday last week.
Mara & Eisley at coffee.
Trying out new chairs at Target.
Taking bath-time-pics to send to Daddy at work. Gotta love modern technology. When I was her age the idea of taking and sending a picture from a bathtub to a workplace in an instant was unimaginable.
About 30 minutes after Daddy calls to tell us he's on his way home we head to the upstairs window {over the driveway} to wait & watch him pull up. It's the most exciting part of Eisley's day.
I rarely get this anymore nowadays.
"Mommy, stop blogging and come play with me!"
First lollipop. Thanks Auntie Bea.
More bathroom excitement.
And in case you haven't been yet, check out our Mad Tea Party that was had this morning.
Cheers! Until next post...

{Remember to comment! Eisley loves comments. Or at least she will, someday.}

{Dear Eisley - Vol. 3}

{Dear Eisley}

It's recently come to my attention that you seem to be growing up. This disappoints me very much, and you may or may not recall that when you were born we had an agreement: I'll give you all the love I have to give, all I ask in return is that you stay my baby forever. Do you not remember this? Because you've been acting pretty mature lately, what, with the walking and talking...

August 8th is coming up in just over a month, and I'm worried that you have intentions of turning 1. You'd better think twice if that is your plan, Missy! It's just not right for you to grow up so fast on your poor mother. What makes you think this is ok? Did one of your grandmothers put you up to this?

Well, this is your last warning. We'll have a party with cake and presents and such, just like I promised, to celebrate the anniversary of your birth. But you are not to turn 1! Is that understood? If there is one thing I won't stand for it's a defiant baby.

{Love Always (no matter how naughty you are) - Your Poor, Poor Mommy}



PS - If you read my blog, you should comment every so often... it's a nice thing to do. AND I hope Eisley will someday come back and read this... it'd be nice for her ;-)

{Finally}

Bow + rubber band = hairstyle.

It's finally long enough. I am one happy Momma Pie.

And a happy Momma Pie = Happy Baby Pie.