Happy Birthday Savannah!

Our youngest is one. I swear, she was just born yesterday! It was so sweet...she woke up at 2:30 in the morning, and my husband, who does not RACE to do anything, jumped out of bed to get her. The reason for this, I learned, is so he could be the FIRST to tell her Happy Birthday! I know, I know, sweet huh? We had to work in the morning, but Samantha made it worthwhile because she called from her dad's house to talk to Savannah. You should have seen Savannah's face! She truly loves her big sister. This week Savannah has been hanging on the gate that leads to Samantha's playroom downstairs...calling "aaaaaaah". We could only assume she was calling for her sissy. We have Savannah's one year checkup today...yuck...shots. Blegh! But then we pick up Samantha! Yay!

Geez, I'm Tired!

Our house has been plagued with viruses. Now, I know this is better than say, locusts, or ants or whatever, but since I started working in childcare again it seems the girls are always sick. Savannah has some type of virus that Audrey had, and it appears these two are already in cahoots with each other against the world. They share everything, even viruses! Really though, I know that childcare carries a certain stigma with sickness and everything, but I love my job. Our local Y is absolutely fantastic. We are so blessed. The people that work there really care, and there is hardly any turnover at all like other jobs. Savannah comes with me, I get to be involved in Samantha's class, (which I couldn't do as a full-timer at the bank), and I have made some truly awesome friends. Ok, so I know this post is wicked boring, but truly, I am so tired I can't see straight. My advice is this; WASH your hands well! Make your kids WASH theirs. Please.

Father's Day

Yesterday was John's first Father's Day. We spent a lazy morning. We all got up early, thanks to the child that never sleeps, and thus went back to bed as soon as Her Highness was ready. We decided, gas prices notwithstanding, we would travel to Salisbury and use John's Outback gift card.
This card was only almost eight months old...due to the fact my husband hoards things. We went right during naptime...cringing at the thought of taking this child to a restaurant when she is in meltdown mode. However, food rules and boy, does it soothe the savage beast. Our child is a macaroni-and-cheese-aholic. She will eat any type...and Outback's rocks. They use penne pasta and a creamy cheese sauce. This ain't Kraft, baby! Savannah ate the WHOLE time! From the bread to her pasta to my pasta, she should have been bursting at the seams. So then the logic would be that she would have a bottle and sleep the whole way home, right? Wrong. She drank the bottle and then fussed and screamed and cried. A "car baby" she is not. How we make it to Massachusetts in August I do not know. If you were wondering where Sam is, she was with her Daddy this weekend...we missed her and she missed Outback! Hope that everyone spent Father's Day in the best way possible for them.

It's been awhile...

Yes, I know it has been awhile. However, it is not my fault. It is my well, can't call it names (it'll hear me) my loving computer's fault. My brother, get this, used a program that allowed him to "remote in" from 400 miles away and spent 3 hours fixing this thing. You try not having internet access for nearly 2 weeks and see how you like it. I was going nuts and driving my family nuts by using their computers! I never really was computer-obsessed until almost a year ago. I could never understand the urgency. Guess what? Now I do and I am! I NEEDED my computer. It's like wearing a watch or your favorite piece of jewelry...you feel naked without it. So anyways, I am back and I am ecstatic! Onto the home front, Savannah is crawling, pulling herself up on everything, and trying to walk. All this in 3 weeks. She also climbed 2 stairs before Daddy decided he had quite enough with her adventuresome self and pulled her down. The funny part is, she knows the word NO but laughs like a crazy woman when you say it. Then you laugh and the whole moment is just ruined. Samantha has 2 and a half days of school left, and then it's time to figure out how to keep her occupied for summer. My baby as a fourth-grader. Where does the time go?