Just add water

Olive had her very first pancakes today. 

'Mini stack'

And as usual Devin sits and plays a game while I feed Olive.

I love him.

Makeshift Toothbrush

My days and nights have been running together lately. With Devin's weird work hours and normal off days, it is super hard for me to keep Olive and myself on a consistent sleep schedule. So I haven't been getting the sleep I need because my body is very confused. While I am not sleeping this is what I have been doing.

It's called a rag rug or 'toothbrush rug'

(note my makeshift toothbrush made out of my smiths card)

but I call it 'carpal tunnel causing mat'

Despite the name I gave it, I do enjoy the process.

The material is actually old bed sheets that are ruined.

Talk about a 'GREEN MOMMA'

I try, I try :)

While we are on the topic of things I do when I can not sleep I might as well show you Olive's first Halloween costume, which was also made when my body didn't want to sleep. I am proud of it. It makes me smile. 

Front/Side/Back

So I thought that it was pretty easy to guess what this  is, but I have gotten so many ?'s as to what it actually is. Olive's first Halloween costume is an OLIVE. Too cute, I know. The thing is, she didn't even really wear it. She refused to wear the head band, so it defeated the purpose. But she was still beautiful with out the pimento. 

This was my All time favorite Halloween

Thank you for attending little Ms. O!

Size 0

It's hard for me to fathom that these

use to be big on my little boogers toes.

Sometimes I wish I could wind back the clock and go back to when she stayed where I put her, didn't tear down my laundry piles, didn't find it funny when mom says 'no', and only drank milk. I wish I could just swaddle her in her favorite pink bird blankie and rock her while singing her "Little bunny foo foo". She wont let me do this anymore. But the more I think about it, the more I love the incredibly frustrating things she does now. Even though taking all her toys out of her drawer and throwing them one by one in the middle of our walkway isn't productive, it still makes me laugh and I think she senses when Mommy needs to laugh... and she never seems to let me down. 

Bunny Foo Foo

My Morning:

Woke up next to this beauty (Yes we co-sleep)

What could be more wonderful than

starting your day with this critter?

I'll tell you what, nothing.

Olive and I hung out in bed for a few.

She was to comfortable to disturb

(As you can see, she makes herself quite comfy)

Than she received a headdress, 

provided by yours truly and a resisted diaper change.

After a shower and some fresh clothes,

Olive picks up her favorite stuffed animal.

(Which is my bunny from when I was a child.)

And I teach her what "eye" means.

She conveniently touches the eye, freaky.

Than saying something that closely resembles the word "eye"

I get that warm feeling inside that makes me want to cry.

She never seems to amaze me. 

Funyun Breath

I keep forgetting how mobile my daughter is. After returning from the powder room, this is what I walk into. I couldn't help but laugh.  

Drool on my pillow

I sense another growth spurt coming for little miss Olive. She has been sleeping like a bear the last two days, which i am not complaining about. When I see her sleeping it always brings me back to the infant days. As if we regressed back 8 months. So peaceful and angelic. No pain. I wish it was always like this, no pain. Her past is so full and she is a mere 9 months old. I wouldn't wish her experiences on my worst enemy but it is so enlightening to see the end to this disorder in the near future. Next August should mark the beginning to the end of her suffering. Her third surgery and my first deep breath. I'm not sure how I'll be able to make it through another surgery but I am sure she will. My heart breaks every time I see them roll her down that white hall. Having to kiss her goodbye is the worst feeling in the world. Her last two surgeries have been extremely difficult for us all but I feel this last one will be the most challenging. She will be a year and a half by that time. I fear she will understand what will be taking place and I bet I will discover a new 'worst feeling in the world' moment then. Until that day comes I will continue to live day to day, holding my head up for my little booger but and try to push the thoughts of this upcoming surgery out of my mind.