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Yesterday I decided to be someone else.  I decided not to be a licensed esthetician and instead, to quote No Doubt, “just a girl.”  I’ll explain…

Having recently run out of some make-up, and not caring too much until now as I’ll be in a wedding this weekend, I stopped by a local department store to try out some new make-up.  I just sat there while this nice girl talked about serums, and foundation, etc.  It was fun.  I said “neat!” and “wow!” when required of me (and because I meant it) while never giving away that I already knew this.  Maybe you’re thinking this is some sort of weird ego boost, to sit there thinking “haha, I already know this stuff!” but really, it was relaxing.  I need relaxing these days.  I just switched things off in my head and let myself get slightly pampered.

Bonus, I left with finally (after a bajillion years of looking) a lovely shade of red lipstick for me – having fair olive skin, it’s been quite a challenge.  Not sure if any of you out there can relate.

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sorry, wiped - though, I love how it almost 
looks like I'm underwater.

Plus, having made it through the first four seasons of Mad Men hasn’t been helping my red lipstick “dilemma” as I’ve been wanting it more.  There are red lips all over the place!  And to think, when I thought of the 60’s before, it was always about hippies and peace.  I was missing out on so much style!

Well, that’s about it for now.  I have my dear, sweet friend’s wedding this weekend, as well as my nephew’s 2nd birthday party.  Fun stuff!

I’ve tried out a few more recipes to post, but I’ve been under the weather lately and am currently going through a gauntlet of tests courtesy of my good new naturopathic Dr.  So, I’ve been needing to rest a lot more (hence four seasons of Mad Men! lol).

I’ll post more soon, I hope.  Until then….

::Happy Searching::

 

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Independence Day 2012

I know I’m almost two months late, but I’m a busy girl so… here are a few snapshots from hanging with the fam while celebrating our country’s birth.

Corn-on-the-cob – a yummy treat!

look at those fingers a flyin’

Going Away cake for my aunt and uncle.

kayaks/canoes near the boathouse, on our way to the boat so we could view the fireworks from the water.

blurry from the boat, but it was a great show.

Baby Birdie is growing up

Here are a few recent pictures of Birdie.

I love how snuggly she is

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Chickadee and Birdie smiling and snuggling – doesn’t get any better than this!

**The above pictures of the two girls was taken by my s-i-l and edited by moi.

And, she’s home!

The remainder of her journey from the NICU to home.

{THURSDAY}

Today’s visit was very quick, as both parents were able to be with her {limit is 2 ppl/room} and as she was being moved to the NICU step-down unit following her 9:00pm feeding.  Her being able to move there is such a praise!!  Also, instead of sleeping in a recliner, her mom and/or dad now have a pull-out bed along with a bathroom attached to her room.

My brother, her dad, and I did manage to play “paparazzi” – my favorite made-up game.  I also got to hold her again {for said game}, and loved how alert she was during this visit.  It’s fascinating to watch her observe her surrounds with fresh eyes and ears.

this is her, I’m-a-hungry-baby-bird face

Also, I am now an experienced cabbage smuggler.  Something I’m sure will be a valuable asset to my résumé.

[Explaining the relation, reminds me of Gracie during a recent visit.  She’s starting to understand that my brother is her father, so this past visit, she introduced us as siblings – to my brother, “Aunt Header is your sister,” etc.  I’ve been waiting 31 years to be introduced to this dork. ;)]

{FRIDAY}

Tonight was my first time visiting her in the NICU’s step-down unit, and it was lovely.  There is much more room, and it’s just nice to know she’s improving.  Technically only two people are allowed in there with her including parents, excluding hospital staff.  I was given a badge, and to my pleasant surprise, I got to hang out with my brother and my sister-in-law.  We goofed around, watched a crime show, and chatted a lot.  My brother held her the whole time I was there, and she was fast asleep, sweetly snuggled up against his chest.  I’d say there’s another daddy’s girl in the making!

As far as her health is concerned, her second set of blood culture came back negative.  This allows for a 7-day antibiotic cycle, instead of 10, and it also means, if she can maintain a temp of 97.7F for 24 hours, she can go home.  She’ll just need to be weaned out of the incubator; an anticipated problem.

{SATURDAY}

I spent the majority of Saturday at my mom’s, playing with Gracie {and Mason}.  Gracie and I went to a barn to pick up hay, with my step-dad, and visited with a few horses, drove by lots of cows, witnessed the end of an 8 ft black snake’s tail slither away, and said “hello!” to a cat up high in the barn, sitting on several hay bales.

The remainder of the day with her is a blur, but I know we did lots of things.  When I upload my pictures, I’m sure I’ll remember and can share.  Old age! *sigh*

I came home after I gave her a bath, but before her bed time, which gave me time to get all the “farm dirt” off and get to bed a little early.  Instead of bed early, I stopped by the hospital, after a shower, and got to hold and feed little Annie-bananie.  In fact, I got to hold her for a really long time.  I think I got there around 10:30pm for her 11ish feeding, and got home at 1am; I was in heaven.  She is such a little snuggle bug and this was way better than getting in an early bedtime.

photo taken by s-i-l

She had also been out of incubator for most of the day and was keeping her temp at 97.7F {the minimum} so the hope of her going home on Father’s Day was looking like a good possibility.

{SUNDAY}

It is a Happy Father’s Day for my brother as they released her and sent her home late that morning.  My sister-in-law posted a picture of Gracie helping my brother carry the baby out of the hospital room {below} – so sweet!!

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!

Happy {early} Father’s Day!

Having become quite a fan of Groupon, I purchased a Smith Island Cake coupon to use to buy a gift for my Poppy for Father’s Day.  As he’ll be out of town on Sunday, we celebrated last evening.  I’ve heard lots of good things about this cake, and neither one of us had ever tried it.  A great gift for someone who has just about everything, and a great way to support our state!

My only real complaint is that the cake came a day late, which can be a big deal.  I’m not sure what happened, but thankfully I was still able to bring it by before he left.

It was very good {far from my low carb lifestyle – but worth trying! } and super rich that I couldn’t eat much.  I went with the original cake not realizing he is not a big fan of chocolate {my bad – it’ll be the coconut cake next time}, it was a little much for him.  All of that being said, it was a fun and super yummy cake!  The fudge icing is intense in all the best ways possible.  So as humble a tip, if you’re not big into chocolate, I would order something without any at all, as there’s no in-between.

“Critter” Nickname

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a fan of most nicknames.  Some are a little much for me, but the sentiment is always the same; love in the form of an often ridiculous adorable name.  I try not to go too overboard, like some of the names I was dubbed and will never share with the world, even if threatened with death.

Special names for the little people in my life:

* Gracie’s are either “Gracie-pie” or “chickadee”

i think i’m going to frame this. she’s the cutest!

* Mason’s are either “Mason-doo” or “doodlebug”

and then there’s Rylah (Ann)… and so I need to come up with an affectionate “critter” term for her, as I’m already attached to “Annie-bananie” for the “name” nickname.

Any “critter” suggestions, please?

I liked “cricket” but my brother (her dad) knew someone by that name and it’s now tainted, so that’s out.  I was thinking “buttercup” but that’s not a “critter”… so, the best I can come up with so far is “wiggleworm” as that’s what she looked like when she would move sleeping in this position, pictured above.

 

For fun, here’s a site with some interesting nicknames.

 

 

NICU Update

{TUESDAY}

Rylah’s blood test came back positive for an infection, so she has to stay in the NICU to complete her IV antibiotics; originally a 10 day cycle, now bumped down to 7 days.  With said test results, it’s standard to do a lumbar (spinal tap) puncture to rule out meningitis.  This sweet little feisty girl was not happy about said procedure and opted to express herself by pulling out both of her tubes (O2 & NG) – mind you, she’s been a saint with all the poking and prodding.   After monitoring her for a bit without tubes, they discovered that she was fine without them – yay!

That was all on Tuesday, and I was so excited to visit with her that evening while she slept on her tummy (still hooked up to other machines, which is the only way they’d allow this sleeping position).  Even though I had very little interaction with her, my heart soared to witness her contentedness in being able to fully rest.  I could see a little of her strong-willed personality from all of this and thought her sleeping position was her way of saying, “you’re not putting them back in me!”

[Also, had I been allowed to be in the NICU alone w/ her while my sister-in-law showered upstairs {as it was fine with her} I would have had my first babysitting gig with her at only 2 days old, but it’s against the rules for safety’s sake, and I really do appreciate that.]

My favorite thing was being able to touch her for the first time.  I could place my hand on her head or back and just hold it there.  I was even given permission to kiss her head.  Considering that I’ve been dying to hold her since she was born, this was such a sweet moment; one my sister-in-law generously documented for me.

{WEDNESDAY}

My visit with her on Wednesday was very late, but I was informed that I’d be able to hold her and I wasn’t about to miss it.  I stayed until 12:30am for her last feeding {11:30pm} and was given the precious honor of not only holding her, but also of being the third person in her life to feed her via bottle.

She’s not yet able to keep an axillary temperature of 97.7F or above {she was at 97.3F last night} so they had to put her in an incubator to keep her from being chilly.  A minor set back, and something that was hardest on her mom, whereas before she had the freedom to pick her up as she chose.

Please continue to keep her in your prayers.  It looks like my brother will have the best Father’s Day gift he could ask for – as of now, she’ll be going home on Sunday – his whole family together snuggled safely at home.

 

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