Our Weekend

We've been doing too much beachin to post about the weekend.

We left early on Saturday for Atlanta to see my parent's new place -- Bel Aire. So, obviously, I spent the day making jokes about the "fresh 'rents of Bel Air."

On the way down, we stopped at the GA bored to change Olivia, and let her stretch her legs. She stood for about 20 seconds all by herself. She normally panics and immediately sits down. We were so proud of her and know that she just loves GA. ;)

At my parents, we had a handful of friends and family over to see the baby. It was not nearly long enough but so wonderful to see everyone. We had a birthday cake for my Aunt that my parent's forgot to bring out. We texted her a picture of it while we ate it. Sorry Belinda. Couldn't let yummy cake go to waste.

The next morning Olivia took her first step. Not steps. Singular. She took one step all by herself at my parent's house. I'm convinced she could walk if she wanted, she's just scared without our hands holding hers.

We left for Destin at 6pm so Olivia would sleep in the car. Chick doesn't like the car. We put  Nemo on my dad's portable dvd player. Since she doesn't watch TV, she LOVED it. And then it got scary... I didn't realize how scary until watching it with a 9 month old. But the barracuda, the scuba divers, the jelly fish, that weird fish with the light on the end. Poor baby started crying and squeezing my hand. She was so scared at those parts! Looks like we need to purchase Baby Einstein or Cinderella for the way home. Suggestions for no action animated movies?

This just happened:

Mom: Are you writing a five on Friday?
K: No, you clown it's Monday.
D: It's Tuesday. You are both clowns.
K: Beachin.

Five on Friday

1. We have a new accessory in our home: the baby gate. I am totally not used to it - I have already rammed into it twice. Let me tell you, metal to the shins wakes you up even better than coffee.

2. I invested in a new hairdryer so I no longer look homeless. Dan is happy and work is no longer concerned with my mental health.

3. Dan went to get Olivia up from her nap and her crib looked like this:

Apparently pulling dirty clothes out of her hamper (left) and dragging them into her crib with her soothes her to sleep. She slept for 2 hours on top of this mess. 

Time to move the hamper.

4. Olivia has a new favorite past time. Once we can explain to her how to put the dishes away, I think this will be a win for all involved.

5. I looked at my phone for 7 seconds to text someone back and this chick dumps a bag of M&Ms on the floor and starts shoving them in her mouth. Girl after my own heart!

We've Been Robbed

This little nugget is quite good at making the house look like we've been robbed in just a few seconds flat.

Cutest little robber I've ever seen.

First Birthday Inspiration

If you guys have seen Pinterest lately, you can tell I have decided on the theme for Olivia's first birthday party.

I figure this is the only year .. maaaybe next year - that I can have full control over her party. Pretty soon it'll be my least favorite Disney Princess or something ridiculously hard to find.

Inspiration came awhile ago when I saw this picture:

Source

Yes, glasses of alcohol inspired my child's first birthday. And to top it off, this was the second piece of inspiration:

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I have decided that the 'theme' will simply be blush and gold colors. And that, yes, cocktails will be served. 

I pinned so many cute DIY things. Smash cake. Cake toppers. Paper straws. Little toothpicks with flags on them.

I know by the time her birthday rolls around I won't have my life together and none of it will get done.

But, hey, a girl can pin!

When life hands you lemons .. part 3

"When life hands you lemons... take them, because, hey, free lemons." ... errr, something like that.

So none of these stories are actually 'lemons' but I think the 'lemonade' is y'all getting to laugh at my expense. 

Monday morning, I'm finally awake and hopped up on a lot of coffee. Google reminds Dan that Olivia has her 9 month doctor appointment. Dan reminds me. Circle of life. 

I pick Olivia up from daycare and have to use my phone wifi to get some emails out that I will not make my 230 phone call, because, doctor. Barely make it to the doctor on time.

Olivia has to have the doctor see her. Then get a finger prick. Then get a shot. All at different points. All during nap time. All while she is hungry. I planned this well.

Olivia sees the doctor. She's basically the best baby in the entire world. We know that. Clearly.

We wait. And wait. And wait.

Finger prick lady comes in. Does her damage. Bandages her up. She's out.

Olivia rips the bandaid off with her old lady gums (no teeth) immediately.

Blood starts going everywhere. She's grabbing my dress, her shirt, my purse, the office chair.

I suddenly remember that I have band aids in my purse. Supermom, I think. That thought only lasts a few seconds.

Band aid won't stick, because of all the blood. How is there so much blood?

Get the new band aid on and start trying to wipe up the blood. Look up. Olivia is chewing band aid number 2 like a stick of gum.

More blood. More stains. 

Where is shot lady? Why can we not leave?

Band aid #3, but I've got to distract her so she doesn't chew it off. Squeezy pouch of food in my purse. NOT supermom, but thank god I have something.

I start to give her a few bites. She's starving. She loves it.

She starts crawling on the gross doctor floor. That crossed my line. I have a very far line. Sophie the giraffe fell on the chick-fil-a floor and Olivia picked it up and put it in her mouth. Not across the line. But naked baby crawling on the doctor floor? - across that line.

Shoes? Not crossing the line.

I go to pick Olivia up and because she's starving she grabs the squeezy pouch that's in my hand. We're fighting over the squeezy while I am trying to keep her face and tongue off the floor. 

As she squeezes it gets all over her shirt, her face, my hands, my dress, the floor, the chair, and then ... get this ... she squirts it across the 'no food or drink' sign. #Appropriate.

I'm worried I'm going to get in trouble and frantically try to clean up alll of the evidence of the food. In just a few seconds, Olivia throws band aid #3 at me. 

Shot lady walks in. Olivia is pissed. She's never trusting the doctor's office again. Or me. 

I text Dan "not it" regarding her one year appointment. 

After the excitement of the past 36 hours, I am a little scared to see what Tuesday brings.

When life hands you lemons .. part 2

"When life hands you lemons... add vodka. Always add vodka." ... errr, something like that.

So none of these stories are actually 'lemons' but I think the 'lemonade' is y'all getting to laugh at my expense. 

I drove us home, and, with an elbow to the ribs every few minutes, Dan stayed awake to keep me company. Olivia slept the entire way home. Of. Course.

After almost three hours of sleep, we started our Sunday. It was a beautiful day and we were able to spend some time at the pool.

After the pool my hair dryer caught on fire. I'm currently taking suggestions, as I'm now in the market for a new one.

We had wonderful plans of going to bed early. Even the best laid plans can be trumped by a DVR full of trashy TV.

At 10 pm the power goes out.

I don't know if you've been in Charlotte in July, but I can tell you it's pretty warm. Air conditioning is usually nice.

Also, I sleep with white noise, so, that was clearly missing.

Also, the storms were so loud. 

Also, despite our all-nighter and a wonderful attempt from Trader Joe's chewable melatonin, we did not sleep.

It wasn't until halfway into my first meeting on Monday that I actually woke up. My co-workers noticed. Good morning, Kelley, nice of you to join us.

When life hands you lemons .. part 1

"When life hands you lemons... stick them down your shirt to make your boobs look bigger." ... errr, something like that.

So none of these stories are actually 'lemons' but I think the 'lemonade' is y'all getting to laugh at my expense. 

I had to work Saturday morning, but we went to Greenville in the evening for dinner and catching up with some wonderful friends. We stayed with Blair and Brett (and Blair's parents were in town for a wedding). Dinner was at Kylie and Justin's. The boys all went out to dinner and downtown, and left the girls to hang. Kylie did make your own pizza, which was SUCH a good idea for a group of people. Small crusts, tons of toppings, everyone leaves happy and crazy full. After Olivia ate her body weight in baby cheetos, she took a fist full of toppings off of my pizza and shoved them in her mouth. Girl really knows the best part of pizza!

We had a wonderful time and I could go on and on, but that's not the point in this post.

We put Olivia down in her pack and play in a room at Kylie's, and at 1 am I woke her up to transfer her to Blair's house.  She cried because she was sleeping so well. I told her that  sometimes I cry when she wakes up at 5 am and I am sleeping so well.

In the process of saying goodbye, heading back, setting up the pack and play at Blair's, Olivia was wide awake. She had had about 5 hours of sleep and was ready to party. 

We tried doing her whole bed time routine, but the minute I put her down, she started screaming.

This wouldn't have been much of a problem if we weren't sharing a wall with Blair's parents. They had gone to bed around 11 and it was 2 am. I knew all she needed was to scream for a few minutes to tire herself out and she would settle fine in her pack and play. But I wasn't going to put Blair's parents through it. 

I brought Olivia into our bed and she immediately started banging the headboard against the wall, which sounded super appropriate for house guests. 

We decided we had to head home. At 2:45am. Woof.

So, to avoid waking Blair's parents up, we headed out, and proceeded to set off the alarm waking the entire house up, and dispatching the police. 

Worst. Guests. Ever.

We got back to Charlotte around 4:45 am and got almost a solid three hours of sleep before Olivia was up for the day.