Poor Baby!!!

My poor sweet Hannah is cutting teeth again. Only this time it is those dreadful eye teeth. Of course it can't be just one, it seems that all four areas are swollen. Thus, she just has not been herself lately, fussing a lot, not eating very good (and those of you that know her, know that she loves to eat) and not sleeping as good. So please all join in my little pitty party for the Tater-tots.

Peekin' through the tunnel

Hannah at park

Hannah and cousin Anna with her fish:)

Looking at Fish

Hannah and Daddy looking at fish

Here fishy, fishy

We bought Hannah some fish shortly after Christmas (thanks to Drampa, and Dramma A) and she just loves looking at those fish. Unfortunately she also loves trying to play with those fish. We have scolded her countless times to stay out of the fish tank, but the second she is alone with those fish it is inevitable that something will end up in the tank. So far the stuff that she has dropped in has been harmless (a wiggles DVD, an ID card, and the light bulb on a couple different occasions) but I am just waiting for the day when something valuable gets dropped in there like say a cell phone! We keep talking about getting a stand for the darn thing, but we just have not gotten around to do it. I suppose it is going to take something getting ruined before we actually put it up on the stand. But here is the thing, we bought the tank for Hannah, if we put it up on a stand she won't be able to enjoy it! I have some adorable pictures of Hannah looking in the fish tank, but Daddy and Hannah are at the park right now with the camera, so I will have to upload them later. I promise I will!

So sweet

Christmas Morning

We'll smile about this when we are fifty!

Last night we decided to go bowling with some friends. The problem is that since we are relatively new down here and don't have any family around we don't have many options as far as babysitters. The friends that we were bowling with are usually Hannah's babysitters. So we took her with us, not a good idea since it was cosmic bowling! Cosmic bowling starts at 10:00pm and goes until 1 or 2. Usually by ten our little angel is asleep or at least almost there. So needless to say that she turned into quite the grump and practiced her skills of screaming in public. We ended up leaving early because we knew she needed one thing, her bed. We weren't mad at her because we knew that it wasn't her fault that we decided to drag her out so late at night, but we were still both frustrated from dealing with a cranky baby.
That is when my husband pointed out that when our little angel is grown up we will miss times like this. We will miss how when we first got there she was being quite the entertainer, dancing to the music, running around clapping for everybody that bowled saying "yaaaaa". We will miss being able to snuggle her and hold her whenever we want. We will pretty much miss all of it. That is when he reached back and touched her leg and even though she was screaming said "I just can't help it. I just can't help but to touch her..." (and give her everything that she wants) Often times we find ourselves rushing her to grow up, we can't wait until she can talk to us, we can't wait until.... But now I just want to enjoy the way she is, because she will never be this dependant on me again.

Things That Would Never Get Done

This morning I woke up at 5:30 and could not fall back asleep. I was totally energized so rather than fight it, I decided to get up and get some stuff done. As I was picking up the left over toys from last night I started thinking. Thinking about all of the stuff that would never get done if I didn't do it. Such as:

1. The Laundry. And this includes, picking up the dirty laundry off the floor. I hate doing laundry, but if I didn't do it, it would pile up endlessly and my husband would be forced to go out and buy new clothes.

2. Pick up my daughter's toys

3. Put garbage into the trash bag. I know that one sounds weird, but I am constantly throwing cans, paperplates, empty food boxes etc. into the trash bag.

4. The dishes. All though I am quite lucky in this aspect, if I let them sit for I don't know 3-4 days my husband will usually get tired of looking at them and throw them into the dishwasher. *Thank you Tony, for doing the dishes today:)

5. Get Everything ready to go. It never fails if we are going somewhere that I not only have to get myself ready, but I also have to get my daughter ready, get the diaper bag ready, and remind my husband to put the dog away.

I do have to say that my husband will help out around here if I ask him too, it just seems that he is blind to the fact that there are toys thrown all over the floor, junk on the counters etc. I also feel the need to say that he is the one that more often than not cooks dinner. Thank you Tony for everything that you do!!! Including working so that I can stay home with the Tater!!!!

Spare Key Anyone

As I was letting the dog out the other day... Unfortunately we do not have a fence, so in order to let our dog out we have to actually walk the dog outside to his chain. Anyway, as I stepped onto the porch I heard the sudden click of the door shutting behind me. You see Hannah is in a stage right now where she loves shutting doors. Not a big deal except that if our front door is locked when you open it from the inside it remains....LOCKED!!! Hannah locked me out of the house! Sheer panick erupted as soon as I realized what had happened. Tony was out watching the playoff game and I had no idea when he would be home, and of course I didn't have my cell phone on me. Hannah on the other hand, was inside just laughing and carrying on. Ha ha Mommy I shut you out. All these different scenerios were running through my head, you know all of the crazy paranoia things that only a mom would come up with. Then ding the little light bulb came on over my head. On Saturday Tony was working in the backyard meaning that the back door might still be unlocked. I ran around back in the dark of the night not even worrying if a snake or spider was lurking....Thank the Lord the door was unlocked. After letting myself in I found my daughter still laughing at the front door waiting for me to pop back in. Little did she know what actually could have happened.

This is it!!!!

Well this is it....my very first blog! After becoming addicted to a few other blogs I decided that I should try one of my own. That way I can share adorable things about my beautiful daughter Hannah! Hannah is 18 months old and it concerns me a little bit that she doesn't talk very much, however now I am starting to think that she can and just chooses not to. For instance today she was sitting on my lap and I was tickling her and out of the blue she pointed to my face and said "eyes". Plain as day! Where did that come from? I don't know but I can't wait to hear what she has to say next.