Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Missing some zzz's

It has been a whirlwind.  My son and his family have arrive and I am now only able to blog about it.  I normally blog this during the the work week but my time with my little angels has taken up my time at the computer.  It is amazing the difference between visiting grandchildren and living with grandchildren.  They consume the energy and time I took for granted.

Nap times are different between the siblings.   Good thing, Liam doesn't mind the noise of a full house.  The more noise the better. They have taken sleeping with the radio on so Liam can sleep a little longer.
Zoe, on the other hand, she needs to be isolated with minimum noise.  Unless she goes to bed exhausted, she will fight nap time if she can still hear us.

I haven't forgotten the intense prep work for a baby.  Measuring the formula, having a burper at the ready, and changing a boys diaper.  Needing to be ready to dodge the stream of urine.  I have been lucky so far that hasn't happened. Yet!

Sleep, poop, and eat. The life of a baby.  It sounds simple and easy to take care of a newborn.  But the little angel wears me out. People jump when they hear him cry.  It has been awhile since I have heard the cries of a newborn in the house.  I say about 21 years,  Good lord!  After I feed him, he goes to sleep.  As he sleeps, I think he gives off sleeping waves because all of a sudden I am sleepy too.  Do the baby formulas give off sleeping gas? (Yawn)  Just writing about it makes me sleepy. 

I have to buy stock in Pepsi Max.  I have been buying that a lot lately.  Only thing that helps me maintain the energy I need for Zoe.  She is all over the place.  The funniest thing is she growls.  I have learned what the different grunts mean. She wants to be picked up all the time.  Wouldn't be bad, if she didn't weigh so much.  Good work out though!

I can't nap anymore.  Not that I took many, once in awhile. but the option is no longer there. I go to bed and I am out like a light before my head hits the pillow.  I hear baby cries in the middle of the night.  It makes me smile because I am not the one who has to take the night shift.  I am also reminded that they are still here. 

So tired...zzz...  Can there be a good tired?

Night, Night...zzz...

Sleepyhead Abbie

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Peruvian Invasion

With the little sleep I got the night before the party, I was dragging.   With my son and his family belongings, I had to clean my house all over again.  They left a trail of damage along the way.  It would not be a problem on a normal day but when I get additional guests whom I haven't seen or haven't seen in over 30 years its a dilemma.

Since the kids came so late and their internal clock off with the change of time zones, they went down for a nap.  All four of them.  It was a good  thing.  I was able to do more  without them being underfoot. 

I also got a blessing.  My dad called and said he wouldn't be in until 4 because they got a late start.  They were coming from New York.  Everyone else would get a good nap in, I can cook a little more, and straighten up the house.

Bill got the drinks, ice, and helped get the bar ready.  Donna Marie showed up after her kids woke up from a nap. It worked out for everyone with the time change.

If things could go wrong, well, they kind of did.  The beer we got was not the best.  Instead of Corona, it was Corona light. Didn't know there was a different.  I am not a beer drinker.  I like vodka so if it is like that, yes there can be a difference. 

We ran out of chicken.  The only thing that my parents can eat.  We ran out of the other food as well.  I couldn't ask anyone to go for a run because either they were drinking or didn't know the area.  I had wished I hadn't had anything to drink because I would have run out. 

Then it started to rain and we sought shelter in my home.  A few stayed behind to help me bring everything inside and keep it from getting wet.

As much as I was looking forward to seeing them, it still felt weird.  I know they are family but there was a little disconnection.  I don't know why I held back.  I should have been a social butterfly and talk with each one like a proper host but I was trying to make sure every thing was tidy, beer in everyone hands and trash thrown out.  At least, that is what I keep telling myself.   I guess I could have put that to the side and let it go but it was different. 

I normally am able to talk to each one and go from room to room .  Keeping an eye on everyone and  laughing and carrying on. I did  this with my little family but I couldn't quite extend it to the others.

I wish I had enough food.  Wish I had enough liquor. I wish I had drank a few more glasses of my libation. Wish I socialize more.  Where's that genie with those wishes?

Bill and Uncle Juanito

I did talk with my uncle. It was great with him but I didn't do it with the rest of them.  I sure regret that.  I only hope I get another chance with the ones that live in New York.  I'll have to work on that. 

My mom and dad were very happy. It meant allot to me to see them content. 

There was one moment that everything was good.   I looked around and everyone was smiling and talking. 

Why do I always put myself in a bystander mode?  Why do I not participate? I want to be a part of it.  I want to feel like I belong.  I am so use to being an outsider that when an opportunity comes up where I am not, I don't know how to act. 

The liquor was starting to run out and I knew it was getting close to them leaving.  Funny how when the liquor dries up people see it as an end to the party.  Lol.

Bill made a few rounds of shots.  It sure livened the party and we heard lots of hoots and hollers. A parting shot so to speak. My parents even had one each.  That was the most hysterical thing I have ever seen. They do not drink outside of beer and with their medical conditions they should not have partaken but they had a good time.  I'll let it go for now.

We ended on a high note.  Shots are always a winner.  Bill, the perfect party partner, saved the day.

Dad, Danny, Donna Marie, Me, Sean
Bill on top and Denis on the bottom

We said our goodbyes and they went on their way. 

Not the perfect Hostess Abbie

Monday, August 15, 2011

The Arrival

I had the most busiest Friday of my life.  I worked a full day and I wanted to give the house a final cleaning.  Sean and his family were coming in late.   I get a call not a half hour after I started the clean sweep.  It is my dad,  "Are you ready?"  I blink and say with hesitation "yeah".  "Good, we will see you tomorrow at noon."  "Great, see you then!"  I think I passed out for a second. 

After I recovered from my initial shock, I go into overdrive.  My dad likes to wait until the last minute to tell me his plans.  I had asked him all week to let me know when he and his family would be arriving.  I was hoping he would have given me a full day notice. 

My Dad and his brother Juanito
I hadn't bought the extra food or beverages for the party.  I know  I had to get the house ready for the extra guests.

Thank goodness for Donna Marie!  She went to the store for me to get the extra party supplies.  I wouldn't have had the time in the morning to do all the needed to be done.

With the lack of sleep and the babies, I honestly didn't think everything would be ready for the party.  Bill went out in the morning to get the liquor.  Boy, did I want to partake as soon as it came into the house.
I cleaned until it was time to pick them up at 1 in the morning.  We left early which was a good thing.  There were road construction and one accident on the way to the airport.  We arrive just in time to meet them at the door.
I squealed with delight as soon as I saw them.

Sean told me Liam did very well on the plane ride.  What an angel!! 

While Zoe not so much, I don't know what to believe.  Look at her smile.  She looks like an angel :)

Bill couldn't wait to get her out of the stroller.
Bill carried her all the way to the car.  He didn't put her down until we had to drive. 
Denis waited for us back at home.  He couldn't wait to see his brother and his family.  
We stayed up for a few hours.  I was so exhausted but I was very happy.  I had a very long day ahead of me. But right before I past out on my pillow, I felt I was in heaven. 


Monday, August 8, 2011

So it begins

I have started to preparing for the most amazing august.  I have the diapers,extra towels, and drinks.  My family is here from Peru.  I will be seeing them very soon.  My daughter will be celebrating her birthday.  My grandson turned five years old.  Or as I would like to say a whole hand full.  I have to baby proof my home. 
Sean and his family will be visiting us.  S wanted to spend the rest of her maternity leave with us.   I am so honored for her to choose to do so. I am looking forward to helping them as much as I have helped my daughter.  Trying to cram in so much in so little time.  I can't wait to get to hold  my Liam.  Hopefully I can contain myself until he and Zoe get here.   I have a lot of love that has been bottled up for them. 

Since they will be here almost a month, I want her to roam without fear of hurting herself or breaking something. I do have a lot of knick knacks.  I won't be with her most of the time. I have to work and my son won't know where there is potential or hidden dangers. This way she will not hear the word no all the time. She will be free to roam.  Peace of mind is what I am going for.

My house is starting to look bare.  It reminds me of when my kids were little and they would rough house and things would break.  So rather than keep yelling at them and waste money, I just stopped buying things and waited until they were older to resume the decorating.

I am exhausted.   It sure looks different.   My mom may not be happy with this impression I will be making.   If I have to decide between the safety of my granddaughter vs the first impression for relatives, my grandchildren will always come first. 

I had to clean my boy's room to make way for all of their belongings.  Denis, my youngest, helped me quite a bit. He helped me dodge anything that would incriminate my son.  I didn't want to shatter my illusions of my perfect angel.  I have heard stories of what young men can have in their rooms.  I didn't want to tempt fate.  Not that I had anything to worry about.  ewww and hmmmm and hahaha

They have plenty of room for their things. All it needs now are  occupants.  I am so looking forward to seeing them. 

Patiently Abbie,r:21,s:179&biw=1477&bih=778

Friday, August 5, 2011

A whole Hand

My first angel, Josiah.  He turned 5.  Five years ago, I saw him being born.  I was one of the first to see him.  The most incredible sight to ever see.  Tears of joy flowed like a river down my cheek.  The love that boy.  I feel such a connection with him.  Pappy and I went to see him to celebrate his birthday.

One thing my mom always told me, when my kids were little, was with a birthday always provide a small present to the other siblings to lessen the jealousy factor.  I have carried on tried and true with this idea.  I gave a present to Olivia and Jackson first and then the main ones to Josiah.

I also gave him a container of mini m & m's.  I know it is bad and what was worse when he opened it the contents spilled everywhere.  It gave me a chuckle.  Olivia was only to happy to help. And by help, she helped herself to what she found and put them in her mouth. 
Jackson loved the balloons that Josiah received.  Jackson was very happy and twirling himself around and around, while the other two were very busy playing with the gifts they received.  I guess with all the suger they had from the candy, they decided to start chasing each other thoroughout the house.   Didn't take any pictures of that. They would have been all blurrs.

I enjoyed holding Joaquin.  He greeted me with the best smile.  Thief of hearts that is what he is.  Though I gave him mine so willingly.

I assessed my situation and decided that it was time to leave.  I left mayhem in my wake.  My grandchildren were happy.  Isn't that the job of grandparent to spoil the kids?  Josiah wanted me to stay.  It was hard to say no but I did need to leave.  I told him he had to have dinner. I knew if I waited any longer the situation would turn ugly.  My daughter was already giving me the look.

He gave me the biggest hug and that is how I helped him celebrate his whole hand age.

Mayhem Maker Abbie

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Swedish Fish

I love, love, love swedish fish.  I could eat them every day.  I try not to look the calorie count when partaking.  It would be depressing because that would not stop me from eating it .  It would just add a layer of guilt.  Ignorance is bliss where Swedish fish are concerned.

My husband and I were coming back from visiting the kids and I was talking about Rita's water Ice. 

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I was talking to him about bringing the kid  when they visit to take them therm for a summer time treat.  It is delish.  Sean's girlfriend has never had it.  So I am excited about introducing this to her and Zoe.

Bill loves the mango.   I like their lemon and cherry.  I know it is boring.  As we were waiting in line, I was looking at their menu.  I saw they had a flavor and all it said was Swedish fish. I hooted with delight.  Could it taste like Swedish fish?  They let you have samples and by golly I sampled it.  OMG!!  Was I in heaven?  I immediately asked for a large!  The texture is not there but the flavor sure is.

I found a new way to enjoy my favorite treat.  I haven't looked at the calories for this frozen delight.  I don't want to be depressed while I devour this sweet concoction.  I heard you shouldn't eat when you are feeling blue. 

So bring on the sunshine and happy thoughts!!  Is it too late to get another one? Nah, never too late in Abbieland.

Insatiable Abbie

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Tattoo tuesday

My husband is getting his first tattoo.  He has been wanting one for quite awhile.  I asked if I could go along and he said no.  I understand he want to do this by himself.  He let me take pictures of before and after.

I have seen shows like LA Inc and Miami Ink, so I have an idea what the process is like.   I have often thought of getting  one myself.  He went to a tattoo place to start the procedure.  Bill already had an idea what he wanted but he didn't see it in any of the books or on the wall.  Gus, the tattoo artist, had to draw an original design.  Since it is an original art work, they will post a picture of the tattoo and place it on the wall.

It is not an original idea but the design is unique.  Bill wanted to have the American and Irish flag on his arm.   I think it came out very well.  Gus did the job quickly but perfect. 

I love how the Irish flag came out  with such beautiful detail.  The effect was a little harder for the American flag to pull off.   It would have ruined the stripes had he done anymore to it.  I love how Gus provide a design and paid a great deal of attention to each section .  True artist!

Bill is very happy and very proud. :)


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Liam is here!!

When I first started this blog, his announcement was my first post.  Now I get to write that he has been born.

Liam. He is here.

Nine months in the making.  My son is so proud.  Barely giving me any information on the little guy.  He wanted to just look and hold him.  I can't blame him.  They are little angels.

Liam came in at 7 lbs and 11 ounces. He stands 21 inches tall.   He has blue eyes and very light brown hair.  Blue eyes are on my husband side.  My youngest son had the most beautiful bright blue eyes until around 1 year old.  They are now a light brown,  I wounder if the same thing will happen to Liam.

Mom is doing well and sister Zoe is getting used to him.
Happy Family of Four!!

Liam, welcome into our family!!  There is always room for another angel :)

Proud Grandma  Abbie

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