Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Nutcracker and tutus.

I know I say it every year, but I love the age Olivia is at.

I do not however say it with Amelia just yet....Sorry, Amelia.  Soon I'll be saying it, but I am still not a baby person.

Four year olds are fun though.  They are still kinda babyish in the fact they still need their mama's, but they are finally old enough to go and do the fun stuff.


 We've been fortunate to take Olivia to two performances this Christmas season.  Nana took her and I to see the Rockettes last month and on Tuesday we got the opportunity to go to a school performance of the Atlanta Ballet's Nutcracker.  Olivia has seen the Nutcracker a few times already put on by her dance studio, but it was a totally different experience to see it put on by the professionals. 


No offense to our dance studio, they do an awesome job, but the sets and costumes Tuesday were down right gorgeous.  Since it was a school performance, we didn't get to see the whole performance and I've already vowed to go back for the whole thing next year.

We had a great time and it's always fun to spend the day with our best friends.


These girls are too much.

I told David that this girl is a ballerina through and through.  I will honestly be shocked if she doesn't stick with ballet for years to come.  She enjoyed the Rockettes, but she has not stopped talking about the Nutcracker for two days straight now.  She keeps asking if we can go back on Friday....Friday seems to be her chosen day for us to do anything. 

We've also been subject to nightly Nutcracker dance recitals.


As you can see, her audience was a little over it by night two.  I kinda love it though.  I won't lie, I love that she runs around in a tutu all day long. I pray we have many years to come filled with the Nutcracker and tutus.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Back to normal.

The plague of 2013 has finally left the Mabrey household and hopefully for good.

Victim number five, David, was taken out on Friday night and yes, at that point I was ready to scream.  Mostly because I had seriously spent all day Thursday disinfecting and washing everything in our house.  I may or may not had yelled at him for not getting sick before I had cleaned everything.

Wife of the year right here.  Obviously you get no sympathy in this house.

Thankfully it left just in time because our schedule these next few weeks are jammed pack. 

We were all finally feeling well enough to venture out on Friday for a field trip. 

We headed to the Atlanta History center for their homeschool days "Christmas through the ages" program.  It's one of our favorite places for field trips.  We got to experience holiday activities on an 1800's farm, along with making ornaments, and meeting Santa. 

The girls got to see first hand how candles were made in the 1800's.  Let's just say you don't want to be standing next to Olivia when it comes to candle making.  I'm pretty sure five kids got burned during her five minute candle making session. I had to ask her to step away because children were getting hurt.


Who knew you could get this excited over a piece of coal and a candle?


I also got brave and took the baby girl.  It was her first field trip and I have to say that she did pretty well.  Minus the hour drive home in Friday afternoon traffic in which she screamed the ENTIRE way home.  Yeah....that's enough to make you go crazy.


We went into the weekend not having really any plans.  I tried to salvage some of the school we missed from being sick all week and attempted at some "easy looking" reindeer cookies.  I'm not sure what happened, but it was a fail from the beginning. We ended up just making cookies and throwing some m&m's on the top.  She was happy with them.



Saturday night we ended up our towns Christmas parade.  I've heard over the years it was a pretty decent one for a small town parade and I have to say we were impressed.  They do it at night so all the floats are decorated with Christmas lights.


Someone couldn't hang the entire parade though.


I have to say she was a trooper.  It was freezing and she braved the cold the entire two hours we were there without a peep. 

In case you noticed, Friday on our field trip it was 70 and we were in flip flops.  Twenty-four hours later at the Christmas parade we were bundled up in layers and wearing boots.  Gotta love it!

Oh and in other news, I found a set of keys that have been missing for over two years now!!!



Apparently there is a coat that needs to go to goodwill because that's where I found the keys over the weekend. I had to snap a picture to send to David, because we have seriously blamed Olivia for the missing keys for years now.  Oops. In our defense though, our tv remote has yet to be found three years later.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Some weeks you get knocked down....and kicked over and over again.

It's Thursday and I can honestly say that 48 hours ago, I wasn't even sure we were going to make it to today.

Remember that virus that ended with Amelia in the ER on Saturday?

Well, that virus proceeded to take us all out one by one.

Some weeks you get knocked down...and then kicked over and over again.

Sunday night we got a night of rest to recover from Amelia's Saturday night escapades and then Monday it hit.

 

Monday night David's dad and I came down with it within 30 minutes of each other. 

It just so happened that David had a schedule change at the last minute and took Tuesday off when he was originally only supposed to be off Monday.  I ended up being up all night sick and slept most of it off during the day.  It comes and goes quick but it leaves you feeling weak for awhile.

Tuesday afternoon I was starting to feel back to my normal self, so David went to go try to take care of our car situation for the third night in a row.  At six thirty I had text him asking when he would be home because I was starting to get really tired again and at 7:30 the bug hit Olivia.

Let's just say I was immediately wide awake and feeling back to normal.  I don't think think I've ever recovered so quickly from anything.  Dave took over Amelia duty for the second night in a row, while I stayed up all night with Olivia.

 

I may or may not at one point Tuesday night looked at my mother-in-law with tears in my eyes and asked "if it was ever going to end?"

I can say that my family has impeccable timing for getting sick because my mother-in-law ended up being off on Wednesday so she took Amelia for the day to help keep her away from Olivia.

We're now a little over 36 hours out from anyone being sick.  Last night we all held our breathe at the 7 o'clock hour since that seems to be when it hits.  We may have done a little dance when everyone was in bed and not puking.  Or let's be honest, we opened up a bottle of wine to celebrate.

Everything in our house that can be washed has been washed and if it couldn't be washed it has been Lysoled down.

Olivia still is a little weak from her night of fun, so we're taking the rest of the week to recover.  The next two weeks are filled with holiday fun, so I'm praying we all stay healthy so we can enjoy them.

And if I never smell a whiff of Lysol again, I will be happy camper.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Back at it.


Okay, I'm going to give you fair warning.

I'm talking about running...something I know only two people out the ten who read this blog care to hear about.  So if you are not interested, save five minutes of your day and close out the post now.  

I've had a set goal in my mind for months now.  Our local turkey trot was my goal for my first race post baby.

And I'm excited to say, I made my goal.
 

I had a few people say "I didn't even know you were back to running."  I've actually been back to running for some time now, I just haven't spoken much about it because it hasn't been anything too exciting.

While pregnant, when it got to the point I could no longer run anymore, the only thing I could do to satisfy my running need was to set goals.  So I set several running goals for myself and then talked about them constantly with my running partner...i.e. the only one who cares to hear about them.

I wanted to start back running eight weeks post baby and I was elated when I took that first step at seven weeks.  I took things very very slow though.  In fact, I think I took things a little too slow looking back.  I was following the couch to 10k app like I did in 2012, but the week before the 5k, I was still only up to two miles.  However, I wasn't too worried about the race because go ahead and hate me, I am one of those people who think "it's only three miles."

The Monday before Thanksgiving, I told my running partner I felt like the program was holding me back and that I could do more, so I was going to try to run 3 miles that day.  I shocked myself when I not only got three miles out, but got an extra half mile too.  However, it was slow....really slow, so I didn't put much into race times on Thursday.  I just wanted to finish the race.

Thursday morning came and it was cold.  Alison and I laughed because we remember how much we complained at last years Turkey Trot when the temp was a whopping 40 degrees.  Oh how foolish we were then....it was a balmy 20 this year.  In other words, it was freezing to us Southerners.  We even had to do a big runner no-no and go buy warmer clothes to run in race day.  It's a big running rule to never wear anything new on race day.  However, at 20 degrees, we figured it was a rule we were willing to take a chance with.

The race went really well and I even surprised myself by coming in only four minutes behind my last years time (34:09).  No personal pr's were broke, but I have to say I am still pretty proud of myself for being back to racing on four months post baby/c-section.


That's me in the pink...obviously.

And can we give the dude in front of me props for running three miles in Chuck Taylors !!! I can't walk in those things with out my feet hurting, let alone run in them. 


The guy getting pics at the finish line obviously wasn't concerned with getting me alone, so my apologies to the two guys who are subjected to some blog time.

For the record: these pictures are not mine. They were taken off the Get Set Grow facebook page. Get set Grow is our local event management team that holds are the local races and they do a fantastic job with them.  Their pictures are always on their facebook and they don't try to sell them so I consider them fair game.

This lady deserves props too!


She decided to ditch me (just kidding Alison!!!) and ran the 10k.  She set a personal best record. It may have been her first official 10k, but it is still a record! : )

I'm taking time off from racing till January.  In 2012 my goal was a race each month, but for 2014, I've decided to just do a few bigger races.  With already meeting my first two running goals, I'm excited to see what this next year brings!!!

Monday, December 2, 2013

First day or "the day we decided to never do date nights again."

It's that time of month again...first day!

However, this first day is going to have more words than pictures, because if I just posted pictures, there would be a lot of explaining to do. So to kill two birds with one stone, I'm combining posts.

To explain our first day, I have to explain a little of our last day.

Saturday afternoon, David and I got into one of those arguments. You know the ones...the ones that have really been building up for a few months but there is finally one little thing that sets one of you off and then you end up arguing about everything that has bothered you both since your last big argument....yeah, it was one of those. I know we're not the only ones who do that.

That being said, David's mom (who unfortunately got caught in the middle of it....along with  our friends Joe & Allison, so if y'all are reading this.  I promise it wasn't y'alls fault.  You had nothing to apologize for.  It was just one of those things that was coming.  Sorry about that, please don't defriend us) suggested that we take a date night to stare at each other awkwardly since we hadn't spoken to each other in a few hours by that time. So, I broke down from ignoring him and asked if he was game. Of course he couldn't say no, so we quickly got dressed and headed out to dinner.

We were just finishing dinner when they called and said we needed to come home because Amelia was sick....like really sick. We paid, rushed homed, I called our pediatricians office to find out what we needed to do, and when we walked in, my heart sank.

Amelia had started throwing up and hadn't stopped for an hour at that point. Y'all I'm not one to be dramatic about these kinds of things, honestly, I usually play things down more often than not. By the time we had got back home, she was a pale as a ghost. I have honestly only seen people that stage of white when they were in the box at a funeral home if you catch my drift. She couldn't even lift her head when you called her name, she would just turn her eyes towards you. If you lifted her arms or legs, they would immediately fall back down. It was scary how fast she went. We had left the house at a quarter to 7 and she was completely fine. She started throwing up at 7:30 and by 8:30 she was looking like death.  The nurse told me to hang up immediately and call 911. I did and we then waited for what seemed like forever. They got there, took one look at her and loaded us up to go to the children's hospital in Atlanta.

That then lead to a ten hour hospital stay, two sets of x-rays, an ultrasound, two hours of iv fluids, multiple things of blood work. At one point they were telling us they thought her intestines had collapsed on themselves. Apparently it happens to small children a lot but usually they are a little older. Of course, there was an easy fix and a hard one (i.e. surgery). They wanted to do an ultrasound to confirm and thankfully the results from the ultrasound came back negative. They said her intestines looked fine.  So, they really didn't say what she had, they just kinda chalked it up to a bug, which just showed itself in rare form for someone her age. Most kids that age get a bug and it comes out the other end. They kept us around long enough to see if she could start holding food down again. We gave her just a few slips at a time but around 3am, she finally started being able to keep just a little bit down. By the time we were discharged and got home, we walked in the door a little after  6am.

Thankfully she had a really good day on Sunday. She was back to her happy self. We were instructed to give her pedialyte for awhile and then slowly work her back onto formula an ounce at a time.  Today she is a little more fussy and nothing seems to be making her happy, but she's been sleeping a lot. We think that it maybe just all caught up to her, but she's still eating and keeping it down, so I'm going to give her a another day before taking her back in.

So, now that I've explained what went down this weekend, here's a peek into our first day...

I think I should get first day extra credit for posting this pic of me passed out. Obviously someone got a hold of my phone when I was trying to get a little bit of sleep.

 
Happy to be back home. 


Oh, and to top it off, David's car completely died on Saturday and we're now shopping for a new one. When it rains, it pours.



 Lots of baby clothes to wash.

Several naps were taken by all. She normally sleeps in her crib, but I was afraid to let her out of my sight, so she's been sleeping in this thing for the last 24 hours.

After our nap, Dave and I ran to test drive a car and then we had dinner with the parents. I fell off the picture snapping band wagon after nap. However, considering I was only going on about two hours of sleep, I think I get props for having this much. 

Oh, and it's a whole different story, but the last date night we took, we ended up at urgent care with Olivia. We may have decided to hold off on date nights for awhile. Date nights are getting kind of expensive for us. 

Thank you for all who said prayers for our baby girl that night. We greatly appreciate them all.  Hopefully it is the last scary night we have for awhile.  

Linking up with Nicole.