Baby Nari Hip Hugger

Baby Hip Hugger by Baby Nari

I have been wanting one of these since I first heard about it on a mommy blog review/giveaway several weeks ago.

My two year old still constantly wants to be held. In the middle of our walks not only have to carry him but drag the stroller too! I've gotten to the point where I just leave the stroller at home and plan on carrying him (as you can imagine our walks are very short).

I was so close to dropping the $79 on this last week on one but decided to wait till a giveaway I entered ended before I bought anything and boy am I glad I did! (No, I didn't win) But! Right now they're HALF OFF at Baby Half Off (TODAY ONLY)!

Still I have to admit it was not easy spending $46.79 on a "fanny pack." Anybody who knows me knows I'm cheap. But since I just sold a bunch of old cloth diapers and a few new ones I never used on craigslist for $65 total so I gave frugal myself permission to splurge! It's a good trade in my head!

If this is really all it's cracked up to be it will be a huge life saver for my back. Since my accident three and a half years ago I still have residual pain/problems. And though my back burns and throbs at times I would never say no to my baby wanting to "HugMamaHugMamaHugMama!" And so I lug him around... Hopefully this will help!

Liver and Onions

While the cat's away the mice will play...

One thing Biggy and I never seem to be able to do is see eye to eye on food. Being the all American boy he is, Biggy loves SAD (Standard American Diet) food. I do too, but don't tell him I said that.

But who doesn't like junk food? I admit junk food is yummy but on the other hand I really hate the way I feel after I eat it. I get tired and lethargic, basically I just feel gross. I'll be the first to admit I eat a little differently and I can't blame my husband wanting to eat what he likes either. But when it's up to him we eat way too much pizza! Since my darling husband has been out of town I have eaten a lot less goodies and white flour, and I am pleasantly surprised with how much energy I have gained. (I've noticed the difference shakin it in Zumba class).

Tonight I made liver and onions. Something that may sound a little gross to some people. But it is one of my favorite foods. I got Giovanni to take a few bites of liver but mostly he enjoyed slurping up caramelized onions like they were spaghetti.

My diet is continuously evolving. I like to think of it now as moving backward in a sense, becoming more indigenous. The way it used to be before all of these modern conveniences. And it is far from convenient, although I do use a lot of modern appliances to help me out. For instance I grind my flour fresh, soak it and/or sour it before baking it. I've recently started soaking my nuts and then dehydrating them before chowing down. I slow cook bones into broth before making soups from scratch. And I often sprout my legumes over the course of a few days before making a nice pot of beans. All of these practices improve the health benefits of my food and though it is time consuming and requires some planning it's new and adventurous which makes it fun.

Dr Marsden

With Biggy being gone this week I have been a total slacker. I could not believe my eyes yesterday when I walked by the calender and noticed that I forgot my son's doctor's appointment the day before. I had made that appointment almost 8 weeks ago! His doctor, Dr. Marsden is awesome and because he is so great it is almost impossible to see him without booking it way in advance. Forget about when your kid is sick and you need a visit right away! Last week when Giovanni was throwing up uncontrollably we had to see Dr. Walker.

I called Red Rock Pediatrics to try to somehow finagle a doctor's visit without an appointment but the secretary on the phone was firm and said that the earliest appointment for Dr. Marsden would be in May. But I was persistent and she finally said I could see the nurse practitioner today but that was about it, since it was only a well child check up. But I said, "Please, I really want to be able to see his doctor since he was in the hospital last week." I must have said some magic words because suddenly a 2:20 pm window became available. I took it! And I was not late!

I love Dr. Marsden, he is really good with Giovanni (and me! I get so anxious about going to the doctor). He makes the visits feel really comfortable, he's funny and sensitive which makes it really easy. He said that Giovanni height now can be doubled to estimate what his height as an adult might be and that he would be about 5'9"-5'10" (Biggy is 5'9"). So that was neat.

He asked me if Giovanni can run, jump, throw a ball overhand. Yes, yes, and yes, even while he's sick! And then he asked me, "How many words does he say?" I told him I didn't know... but then couldn't help but brag that he's an excellent talker and uses 3 and 4+ word sentences and knows most of his ABCs and their sounds. "That's very advanced for a boy," he commented. I told him that I had heard that 30 words at two is normal and he said that he looks for 50-100 words and 2 word sentences at two. This surprised me. My son is probably in the 100-200 word range, and growing. I think he is brilliant and not just because I'm his mother. Well maybe that has something to do with it... I'm so proud of my little Giovanni, he brings me so much joy.

Icabod bite you

Here's a funny story on Giovanni.

You know the Dr. Suess ABC book? (I love this book)

Big I
Little i
What begins with I?
Icabod is itchy, so am I.

Last night at bedtime Giovanni said, "Icabod bite you."
Then he grabbed his diaper and pulled down on it, "Icabod is in dare,"

He hasn't been wearing a diaper very much lately since we've been potty training so when he peed he felt a little uncomfortable and itchy.

"Are you itchy?" I asked.

"Yes, Icabod is itchy in dare."

After a good laugh I got a new bedtime diaper and changed him.
"Icabod go bye-bye."

Ahhh... Much better.

worst. day. ever.

It began at midnight... the gaging, the dry heaving and the puking.

Giovanni spent the rest of the night (and/or morning) waking up to this pattern, with no other symptoms. When I would give him a little something to drink he would thirstily gulp a little down then a moment later to several minutes later he would gag and throw up and repeat until there was nothing left. Biggy's dad came over and the two of them gave him a priesthood blessing.

We thought it might have been because I accidentally bumped his neck in the night or maybe connected to a goose egg on the head from day before and concerned we called and made a doctors appointment. The doctor didn't think it was related to either, she thought it might be a bug but made follow up arrangements at the hospital since he was still even in her office throwing up every little sip of liquid he drank.

They were planning on giving him an IV and terrified I called Biggy's parents for support, they are both experienced nurses. My own mother and Rossi were watching Cali and Jersey Rain for me when I went to the doctor and then the hospital.

My poor baby boy had to get poked twice which was horrifying for me (I hate needles!) but he was such a big boy and didn't even cry or jerk. They put on a numbing cream beforehand and it was quite effective, something I will have to remember the next time I might need and IV.

We stayed in the hospital another hour and all the tests they ran turned out well and he recovered rapidly after the IV, he even nursed a little (without gagging) and took a little nap. The whole ordeal from the doctor's office to the hospital lasted about 5 hours and I have been up since midnight cleaning up vomit, so needless to say this has been a very long day.

Date Night Disaster

Yesterday I lost my phone, today it was my wallet, next it will be my mind.

I cannot believe how disorganized I forgetful I am! I am constantly loosing my cell phone, which reminds me... where is my phone?

I somehow left it in the side pocket of Giovanni's car seat last night and this was just after I finally found it hiding in a coat pocket under a wad of laundry on my bed the very same day.

I needed my phone this morning to call my mom and make sure she got her Bountiful Basket alright. Come to find out she had her own fiasco this morning with BB and couldn't get ahold of me to straighten it out.

When she went to pick up her basket she wasn't on the list, it was under my name because I ordered for her, but this slipped her mind as everyone was telling her she must be at the wrong location so she and my dad were going to drive clear out to Dixie Commons. On the way my mom said to turn around and go back because it simply didn't not make sense plus she new they'd never make it in time. On the way back it dawned on her that it would be under my name and she made it there just as they were cleaning up. My neighbor and friend is actually in charge of that site and was really sweet. She was just about to deliver it to my house.

I felt so bad but the end my mom got it figured out. It just goes to show the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Bad luck must be ingrained in our DNA.

How do I always manage to find myself in a crisis? I don't know.

This morning when we were just abou to leave for the Bounce House I could not find our free pass card we bought, it has like 7 unused passes on it. But [just my luck] I might have, maybe, probably, accidentally recycled it and we had to pay.

And then on our date tonight I managed to loose my wallet. Was it under my seat in the theater? No. Was it in the bathroom stall? No. Did someone turn it in? Nope, not in the lost and found. How about the restaurant? Not in the lost and found there either. Was it at our table? No. Wait... let me double check before I go search the parking lot. Oh there it is! I didn't see it at first. Then we had to dash over to get Giovanni from Grandma's house because it was already 9:40. But I can't help but bring bad karma where ever I go and so of course we were out of gas.

But I married one of the luckiest people I know who can attract just about anything he wants and we made to the gas station, filled up [almost] without a hitch [because I tried to help], made it home and now little Sweetums is sound asleep.

Cupcake Update

So I found out later the Giovanni had raided the cupcakes last night while I was at the gym and so there are actually 147 instead of 149 but whose counting anyway right?

Frosting went well today. I only cried once and only had to make frosting twice because I was nearly done and ran out. But that's behind us now and they are done! Hooray! And they look edible don't they? Although the frosting did turn out a little on the salty side. Leave it to me to mess up a 3 ingredient recipe again! LOL

My husband always looking on the bright side said, "Well, then the Scotts will love it!" Haha, good one Honey. I'm the girl who has to ask for the salt at his parents house while they have to search the cupboards to find it (okay not really, but they use very little salt if any). And I was raised in a house where there are about 3 salt shakers in the middle of the table at all times and 2 by the stove. No exaggeration!

But I'm glad we can make light of the situation, I can be so melodramatic sometimes.
Now if I never see another cupcake again it will be too soon. ;)