Here's a short video for proof. Stay tuned til after the kiss when she looks deep into your eyes. It just gets me every time.
It might be better to watch it without sound, 'cause then you won't have to hear my annoying voice. Plus, no sound reminds me of those old-timey videos.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Hola y Fotos
So I've been busy, but I say that all the time. Truly, it's just a pain in the rear to connect two different cameras to my parents computer to upload photos, so sometimes it's easier for me to tackle it once a month. But here's my little beauty and I. Hope you enjoy.
My second mother's day. I almost let the day go without any photos of me and the girl, but right before bed I realized I needed to capture the very reason why I get to celebrate the day.
She's not feeling it.
Let's discuss my hair in the picture below. Did this happen to anyone else after you had a baby? I suddenly got a growth of baby hairs all along my hairline. At first I thought the hairs were short, 'cause they kept getting caught in my old pair of glasses and breaking, but then I realized it was all across my forehead, which didn't make sense. Then I heard this is typical after you give birth. What the heck? It did not bode well for my appearance, but instead made me feel unkempt, even after many failed attempts at trying to appear polished.
She loves Oreo's.
Little hitler
Lucero trashing my stack of papers to shred.
Playing in her new pool.
Lucero Wants You!
With cousin Jamie
Seriously, who keeps giving her oreos.
This face...not fun to clean up.
She's my daughter alright: she knows exactly what to do when someone busts out the camera.
Cousin Destin comes to visit. He has a thing for her car. Kinda reminds me of his dad who used to enjoy playing with my pink Barbie car.
She really enjoys her new ride.
Mom gets clean laundry out of the dryer. Baby throws it all over the floor. Typical.
Grandpa's little helper.
Guess who finally got a crib?
Her in it.
Her view of me from it. (Nice double chin, mommy.)
Her asleep in it. FINALLY!
The famous shirt we had made. Yep, the sign in the background was the inspiration. It's not an exact replica, but it works. We sold 250 shirts all before the rodeo even began. This might explain why I've been so busy.
Us at the rodeo parade. (I got bangs to help hide those little hairs.)
Lucero at the rodeo.
On our way to the rodeo.
And finally me and the girl. Daddy doesn't get to be in the picture, mostly because I try to keep him hidden, but also because he doesn't seem to like posing for pictures. I don't know how many pictures we have of him not looking at the camera. Sometimes that's fine, but not always.
My second mother's day. I almost let the day go without any photos of me and the girl, but right before bed I realized I needed to capture the very reason why I get to celebrate the day.
She's not feeling it.
Let's discuss my hair in the picture below. Did this happen to anyone else after you had a baby? I suddenly got a growth of baby hairs all along my hairline. At first I thought the hairs were short, 'cause they kept getting caught in my old pair of glasses and breaking, but then I realized it was all across my forehead, which didn't make sense. Then I heard this is typical after you give birth. What the heck? It did not bode well for my appearance, but instead made me feel unkempt, even after many failed attempts at trying to appear polished.
She loves Oreo's.
Little hitler
Lucero trashing my stack of papers to shred.
Playing in her new pool.
Lucero Wants You!
With cousin Jamie
Seriously, who keeps giving her oreos.
This face...not fun to clean up.
She's my daughter alright: she knows exactly what to do when someone busts out the camera.
Cousin Destin comes to visit. He has a thing for her car. Kinda reminds me of his dad who used to enjoy playing with my pink Barbie car.
She really enjoys her new ride.
Mom gets clean laundry out of the dryer. Baby throws it all over the floor. Typical.
Grandpa's little helper.
Guess who finally got a crib?
Her in it.
Her view of me from it. (Nice double chin, mommy.)
Her asleep in it. FINALLY!
The famous shirt we had made. Yep, the sign in the background was the inspiration. It's not an exact replica, but it works. We sold 250 shirts all before the rodeo even began. This might explain why I've been so busy.
Us at the rodeo parade. (I got bangs to help hide those little hairs.)
Lucero at the rodeo.
On our way to the rodeo.
And finally me and the girl. Daddy doesn't get to be in the picture, mostly because I try to keep him hidden, but also because he doesn't seem to like posing for pictures. I don't know how many pictures we have of him not looking at the camera. Sometimes that's fine, but not always.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Missing Her
It's been three months since the accident, meaning three months since I last spoke with Golightly. The other night I had a dream about her. In the dream, I called her phone (why? I have no idea since I know she's not available) and she answered. She wanted to know what was going on in my life and when I tried to ask her what was going on with the accident and everything, which oddly in the dream she was completely aware of it, she just said something like, oh, don't even go there, I don't want to talk about it. That's all I can recall from the dream, but I find it so funny how the brain, my brain to be exact, can recall such minuscule details, like a person's voice, especially one I haven't heard in a while, down to the inflection in the way the person speaks, tone and everything. Talking to Golightly in my dream was exactly how I remember it in real life. Everything. It made me sad waking up from it, only to realize it was just a dream and I couldn't actually pick up the phone and call her.
I miss my friend so very much. There's so many little things I want to talk to her about. It's nothing important, nothing serious, but just those little things I want to talk over with my friend, just to get her reaction, just to see what she'll say. I really want her to snap out of the coma, but the thing is I'm not too sure she'll be our same Golightly. I guess that's the part where I (we) have to have faith in God. Are there still miracles in our modern world? Is it really possible for her to wake unscathed from the whole incident? It's really hard to sit here and not question God and how He can fix this, but I find myself doing it a lot. I just continue to wonder if I will get my good friend back.
As for her status, the latest is "Golightly is making improvements everyday. She continues to track people around the room and she seems to love having her eyes open most of the day now. It is still up in the air as to where Golightly will eventually be placed or what facility will accept her. With everyones continued support though Golightly has made great strides recently in her improvements. We'd like to keep stimulating Golightly to keep her brain reactive and functioning, as it will help with her healing."
Let's stay hopeful.
As for her status, the latest is "Golightly is making improvements everyday. She continues to track people around the room and she seems to love having her eyes open most of the day now. It is still up in the air as to where Golightly will eventually be placed or what facility will accept her. With everyones continued support though Golightly has made great strides recently in her improvements. We'd like to keep stimulating Golightly to keep her brain reactive and functioning, as it will help with her healing."
Let's stay hopeful.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
What to Say
I apologize for my absence, but I've been a bit preoccupied. I will go into detail later. First and foremost let me just say I know many of you are concerned with Golightly's status. Unfortunately, the reports given by friends and family are few and far between. These are the last two I received and they're both pretty brief.
May 23: Golightly's mother and brother arrived in Dallas today to spend the memorial weekend with Golightly! She has her eyes open and is reacting well to stimulus. They have even shown us how well Golightly tolerates being upright in her cardiac chair. It's a fun day filled with the sing song of 'Annie' and the voices of love.
June 2: Golightly continues to improve and amaze everyone with her progress. She seems to be tracking everyone in her room a lot better now. The breathing tube has been fully removed and right now only has some gauze covering the healing.
So as you can see, the progress is slow and I'm sure will continue that way until she wakes up. Keep praying for her. Someone asked if Cowboy is still by her side. From what I've gathered from a friend of Golightly's, he is still by her side, but he's still pretty down about the whole thing. The friend speculates he's got a guilty conscience, since he convinced Golightly to go out the night of the accident. That's really all I've heard in terms of Cowboy.
As for me, well, heck I didn't realize that May 20 was my last post. That's not very good. But I've had a couple of things going on, so I hope yall will forgive me.
Number one, I've been looking for a job. I haven't been full-force about the job search, but slowly and surely I'm getting my resume out there and trying to make contacts with various people and places. Like I said before, it's pretty tough to do this with a toddler at your heels. It's proving very difficult to focus on cover letters and such with her begging for my attention (read: crying incessantly). She's created disasters in the room, but I'll allow it, as long as it buys me thirty minutes to write out a decent paragraph or two. The good news is I've been offered a part time job, which I will start tomorrow. Although, it's only part time, which means no benefits (boo), I'm still pretty excited about it, 'cause at least I'll be getting myself out there in the workforce. Plus, in a way, I'll be easing Lucero away from me. Her father will be watching her while I work. I'm pretty sure he can manage her for four hours a day. However, I'll be sitting at my new job wondering if she's wearing a bib when he decides to feed her something not on my approved list of meals or if he'll be able to maintain her nap schedule. True, it's only four hours, but she should get at least one nap in in that amount of time. Plus, it will give X a small, teeny, tiny taste of my day. Seriously, four hours is not a lot of time, but geez, it would be nice for him to know what I go through, though I'm sure he won't.
Secondly, I've been trying to wean Lucero. Once she got over her little cold and cough, it became relatively easy. I eliminated the day feeding(s) and night feedings, meaning the middle of the night when she would constantly wake, and it wasn't too difficult. For day, I just distracted her with food and other snacks when I would normally feed her. The middle of the night feedings were, what I suspected, just for comfort on her part, obviously not mine. One night I just decided to stop nursing her throughout the night when she woke, but instead to rock her like I normally do and offer her the pacifier. The first couple of times, she would cry and shake her head at it, but I kept insisting she take it or get nothing. After a few minutes, she eventually would take the pacifier and would fall soundly back to sleep. Now we're pretty much at the point where she sleeps through out the night, no more waking to be rocked or comforted and definitely no more feedings! Yes, thank you, God! So basically we are down to two feedings a day, the morning and before bedtime one. Once I start my part time gig, I'm going to eliminate the morning one and allow her father to feed her breakfast. Normally, I would nurse her in the morning and then an hour later I would make her some baby oatmeal. We'll see how it all works out with her waking and going straight to a prepared breakfast meal. The one thing we are struggling with is to get her to drink more milk. She takes little sips, but no more than a couple of ounces. When I say "couple of ounces" I literally mean only two ounces. We use a sippy cup, so I'm wondering if there's another method to get her to drink more. Thoughts? Suggestions?
Third, together with my friend Blythe, we're working on a project to sale some T-shirts for the upcoming rodeo here in town. We already have the awesome design, thank you, Kazim, but we are currently debating colors of the shirts, as well as colors of the screen print. We are considering going strictly with red, black and white shirts, but a part of me feels maybe we should offer more of a variety in colors, 'cause I feel black and white shirts are pretty basic and everyone already has those color Ts in their dresser drawer. However, the issue we have is there's not a huge sampling of cool color shirts to choose from. So I ask yall, if you could choose three colors for a T-shirt you would buy and wear, which would those be? Answer soon, because decisions are being made quickly. (By the way, the link shows a pic of the design, but it will be the reverse of what you see, meaning the words and graphics will be the screen print color and the other part will be gone, so it'll just be the T-shirt. Does this make sense? We made that shirt with an iron-on, but since we're mass producing the Ts, then it wouldn't be required to have the design contained. Get it?)
And that's all folks. Once again, I apologize for the lean posting, but I'm sure yall understand.
May 23: Golightly's mother and brother arrived in Dallas today to spend the memorial weekend with Golightly! She has her eyes open and is reacting well to stimulus. They have even shown us how well Golightly tolerates being upright in her cardiac chair. It's a fun day filled with the sing song of 'Annie' and the voices of love.
June 2: Golightly continues to improve and amaze everyone with her progress. She seems to be tracking everyone in her room a lot better now. The breathing tube has been fully removed and right now only has some gauze covering the healing.
So as you can see, the progress is slow and I'm sure will continue that way until she wakes up. Keep praying for her. Someone asked if Cowboy is still by her side. From what I've gathered from a friend of Golightly's, he is still by her side, but he's still pretty down about the whole thing. The friend speculates he's got a guilty conscience, since he convinced Golightly to go out the night of the accident. That's really all I've heard in terms of Cowboy.
As for me, well, heck I didn't realize that May 20 was my last post. That's not very good. But I've had a couple of things going on, so I hope yall will forgive me.
Number one, I've been looking for a job. I haven't been full-force about the job search, but slowly and surely I'm getting my resume out there and trying to make contacts with various people and places. Like I said before, it's pretty tough to do this with a toddler at your heels. It's proving very difficult to focus on cover letters and such with her begging for my attention (read: crying incessantly). She's created disasters in the room, but I'll allow it, as long as it buys me thirty minutes to write out a decent paragraph or two. The good news is I've been offered a part time job, which I will start tomorrow. Although, it's only part time, which means no benefits (boo), I'm still pretty excited about it, 'cause at least I'll be getting myself out there in the workforce. Plus, in a way, I'll be easing Lucero away from me. Her father will be watching her while I work. I'm pretty sure he can manage her for four hours a day. However, I'll be sitting at my new job wondering if she's wearing a bib when he decides to feed her something not on my approved list of meals or if he'll be able to maintain her nap schedule. True, it's only four hours, but she should get at least one nap in in that amount of time. Plus, it will give X a small, teeny, tiny taste of my day. Seriously, four hours is not a lot of time, but geez, it would be nice for him to know what I go through, though I'm sure he won't.
Secondly, I've been trying to wean Lucero. Once she got over her little cold and cough, it became relatively easy. I eliminated the day feeding(s) and night feedings, meaning the middle of the night when she would constantly wake, and it wasn't too difficult. For day, I just distracted her with food and other snacks when I would normally feed her. The middle of the night feedings were, what I suspected, just for comfort on her part, obviously not mine. One night I just decided to stop nursing her throughout the night when she woke, but instead to rock her like I normally do and offer her the pacifier. The first couple of times, she would cry and shake her head at it, but I kept insisting she take it or get nothing. After a few minutes, she eventually would take the pacifier and would fall soundly back to sleep. Now we're pretty much at the point where she sleeps through out the night, no more waking to be rocked or comforted and definitely no more feedings! Yes, thank you, God! So basically we are down to two feedings a day, the morning and before bedtime one. Once I start my part time gig, I'm going to eliminate the morning one and allow her father to feed her breakfast. Normally, I would nurse her in the morning and then an hour later I would make her some baby oatmeal. We'll see how it all works out with her waking and going straight to a prepared breakfast meal. The one thing we are struggling with is to get her to drink more milk. She takes little sips, but no more than a couple of ounces. When I say "couple of ounces" I literally mean only two ounces. We use a sippy cup, so I'm wondering if there's another method to get her to drink more. Thoughts? Suggestions?
Third, together with my friend Blythe, we're working on a project to sale some T-shirts for the upcoming rodeo here in town. We already have the awesome design, thank you, Kazim, but we are currently debating colors of the shirts, as well as colors of the screen print. We are considering going strictly with red, black and white shirts, but a part of me feels maybe we should offer more of a variety in colors, 'cause I feel black and white shirts are pretty basic and everyone already has those color Ts in their dresser drawer. However, the issue we have is there's not a huge sampling of cool color shirts to choose from. So I ask yall, if you could choose three colors for a T-shirt you would buy and wear, which would those be? Answer soon, because decisions are being made quickly. (By the way, the link shows a pic of the design, but it will be the reverse of what you see, meaning the words and graphics will be the screen print color and the other part will be gone, so it'll just be the T-shirt. Does this make sense? We made that shirt with an iron-on, but since we're mass producing the Ts, then it wouldn't be required to have the design contained. Get it?)
And that's all folks. Once again, I apologize for the lean posting, but I'm sure yall understand.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Early Days
I just found these pictures in my e-mail. I had sent them to myself from my old cell phone. These were taken about this time last year.
This first one, she's probably about a week old or so. I look pretty scared.
This one was taken about a week after the first one. Luckily, I had put makeup on that day.
This is really the only decent evidence I have of us together in the early, early days. She's so chubby and cute, I could just squeeze all the cuteness out of her and drink fresh Lucero juice.
And yes, that's my bra.
This first one, she's probably about a week old or so. I look pretty scared.
This one was taken about a week after the first one. Luckily, I had put makeup on that day.
This is really the only decent evidence I have of us together in the early, early days. She's so chubby and cute, I could just squeeze all the cuteness out of her and drink fresh Lucero juice.
And yes, that's my bra.
Wanted: A Job
First things first, I'm sure many of you are interested to know in Golightly's status. Well, not much has happened lately. From what I understand, she is breathing better on her own, she's opening her eyes more and keeping them open for longer periods of time and even tracking people's movement in the room. The latest update I received a week ago said:
"Today while the speech and phys therapy worked with Golightly they sat her up in what is called a cardiac chair ( allows for upright and resting positions). She tolerated it very well. Also her infection count has been going down , so all very good things today! "
What is sad is through an e-mail conversation with one of Golightly's closest friends, she revealed that Golightly didn't even want to go out that night of the accident. She instead wanted to stay home and have a game night. Well, obviously they convinced her enough and she was even supposed to be the one to drive everyone home, 'cause she didn't want to drink. However, Cowboy's old roommate insisted he could handle it, but turns out his blood alcohol was over twice the legal limit. This is very infuriating.
Some of yall asked if Golightly's family is looking into a lawsuit. The same friend revealed that her mother is indeed speaking with an attorney and he is doing the best to ensure that Golightly receives her fair share for the ordeal. So that's the latest on our dear blogger friend. Keep praying for her.
As for my life, well it's peaches compared to Golightly. I'm beginning to look for a job. Let me make this clear. I really don't want to work. I don't think anyone does, but it's a necessary evil. It's not that I don't want to work. I just know I'll be super distracted thinking/worrying about my little one. However, I do not have health insurance and the money from my tax return is running low, so this means I must get back to work.
As far as X and his job status, he decided he wants to go back to school. Because he was laid off from work, he will get some or all of his schooling paid for. He decided he wants to go through this nursing program. I heavily questioned his interest in nursing, but apparently he is serious about it and has done his research and still wants to pursue it. Personally, I think nursing is a dirty job. Yes, it pays, but still, the only butt I want to wipe is Lucero's, thank you very much. (I'm sure there is more to nursing than wiping asses. I hope I didn't offend any nurses out there.)
But back to me. So I'm looking for a job. This is painstakingly difficult in a small town. I'm not saying there aren't jobs out there, but most of the jobs in this area do not require more than a high school diploma. Well, I have a college degree and about six years of marketing experience. This has got to be good for something. Also, I would like to be compensated for my previous experience. Though this isn't the big city and cost of living is much less, I still want to make a decent wage, something that will be worth my time being away from my child.
I've been trying to send out my resume (I say trying, because this is proving to be difficult with a crying infant at my heels), but I'm not even sure how to approach it. I'm basically e-mailing job search prospecting letters to local places, including the city, county, whatever, but I have no idea what to open with. Most career websites would say to specify what position you are seeking. Um, how can I specify what position I want if I don't even know what exactly they do there? Or the fact that I don't even know if there are positions available, period.
I did pay a visit to the county judge, but he said there were no vacancies in his office at the moment. But he in a way gave me the impression that he's sorry that he had to pass up on my application, because he made it seem as though qualified and experienced employees are hard to come by. Well, I feel the same on my end, sort of: I know I'm qualified to work somewhere. However, finding that place of employment is the hard part.
So that's my life right now. If anyone has any suggestions or advice on the job search, please comment. I would really appreciate some insight, especially if I'm looking at this situation in the wrong light.
"Today while the speech and phys therapy worked with Golightly they sat her up in what is called a cardiac chair ( allows for upright and resting positions). She tolerated it very well. Also her infection count has been going down , so all very good things today! "
What is sad is through an e-mail conversation with one of Golightly's closest friends, she revealed that Golightly didn't even want to go out that night of the accident. She instead wanted to stay home and have a game night. Well, obviously they convinced her enough and she was even supposed to be the one to drive everyone home, 'cause she didn't want to drink. However, Cowboy's old roommate insisted he could handle it, but turns out his blood alcohol was over twice the legal limit. This is very infuriating.
Some of yall asked if Golightly's family is looking into a lawsuit. The same friend revealed that her mother is indeed speaking with an attorney and he is doing the best to ensure that Golightly receives her fair share for the ordeal. So that's the latest on our dear blogger friend. Keep praying for her.
As for my life, well it's peaches compared to Golightly. I'm beginning to look for a job. Let me make this clear. I really don't want to work. I don't think anyone does, but it's a necessary evil. It's not that I don't want to work. I just know I'll be super distracted thinking/worrying about my little one. However, I do not have health insurance and the money from my tax return is running low, so this means I must get back to work.
As far as X and his job status, he decided he wants to go back to school. Because he was laid off from work, he will get some or all of his schooling paid for. He decided he wants to go through this nursing program. I heavily questioned his interest in nursing, but apparently he is serious about it and has done his research and still wants to pursue it. Personally, I think nursing is a dirty job. Yes, it pays, but still, the only butt I want to wipe is Lucero's, thank you very much. (I'm sure there is more to nursing than wiping asses. I hope I didn't offend any nurses out there.)
But back to me. So I'm looking for a job. This is painstakingly difficult in a small town. I'm not saying there aren't jobs out there, but most of the jobs in this area do not require more than a high school diploma. Well, I have a college degree and about six years of marketing experience. This has got to be good for something. Also, I would like to be compensated for my previous experience. Though this isn't the big city and cost of living is much less, I still want to make a decent wage, something that will be worth my time being away from my child.
I've been trying to send out my resume (I say trying, because this is proving to be difficult with a crying infant at my heels), but I'm not even sure how to approach it. I'm basically e-mailing job search prospecting letters to local places, including the city, county, whatever, but I have no idea what to open with. Most career websites would say to specify what position you are seeking. Um, how can I specify what position I want if I don't even know what exactly they do there? Or the fact that I don't even know if there are positions available, period.
I did pay a visit to the county judge, but he said there were no vacancies in his office at the moment. But he in a way gave me the impression that he's sorry that he had to pass up on my application, because he made it seem as though qualified and experienced employees are hard to come by. Well, I feel the same on my end, sort of: I know I'm qualified to work somewhere. However, finding that place of employment is the hard part.
So that's my life right now. If anyone has any suggestions or advice on the job search, please comment. I would really appreciate some insight, especially if I'm looking at this situation in the wrong light.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Life at Twelve Months
It's been one busy month for us, but like I've said before, I can't believe how quickly time flies. The good news is Lucero finally decided to crawl like a normal baby instead of doing her booty-scootin' boogie. She will occasionally resort back to her ways, but for the most part she's on all fours. She's even attempted some steps on all twos. She might take two to three, maybe even three to four, before she falls over, but she's getting there. I don't mind that she's not walking yet. This home is so completely unchildproofed. There's a ton she could get into, so I'm very glad she's taking her time with walking. Besides, I'm having a hard enough time keeping up with her now.
In other developmental news, we have begun to see the sprouting of some teeth on top. I guess this means she won't be going through life with only two bottom teeth. Besides these major significant advancements, I haven't noticed much else. She doesn't talk much, well at least not using real words, but she's really good at pointing at things she wants. And she's really good at protesting when she doesn't get something. Please tell me this is normal, you other mothers out there.
The other thing I notice is when it's just her and I alone she will throw major crying fits if I leave the room. She tries her hardest to come chasing after me, but usually I've already returned, because, HELLO, I was only leaving the room for a nano second to retrieve something. However, if there's other people around, she barely notices when I leave, which is good I guess. But then she gets really attached to other people also, to the point that when it's time to go or the person is leaving, she throws more crying fits, putting her arms out to them, so they'll take her (or keep her, whatever the case maybe).
So that's life with her in a nutshell. And now her latest stats:
Height: 29.5 in
Weight: 19lbs 6oz.
(She's been under the weather the last two weeks, which contributed to her loss of appetite, which also contributed to me pushing back weaning, because the only thing she was ok with having was my breast.)
And here she is in all her twelve month glory...
With Uncle Steven
I don't know if you'll be able to spot her in these next two photos. Her father got her this lovely camouflage ensemble, which causes her to blend in with her surroundings. (Other fathers who are interested in finding the same, please visit your nearest Academy.)
Her baptism, where the Padre doused her with a ton of holy oil. I'm not even joking about this. The baby before her got a dime size amount, while my daughter got a half dollar size. Seriously, it was like she was getting a shampoo of holy oil.
Lucero with her Easter treats. We didn't really hide eggs for her. More like we threw a dozen or so of them on the lawn and sat her next to them.
She also got little summer tops and tanks in her basket.
Me and my awkward pose with my daughter.
Oh, did I mention her baptism took place on Easter Sunday. That's why her hair looks so greasy.
With Grandpa
Me and my sweetie pie
Us at NIOSA. If any of you thought I would miss out on this year's Fiesta in San Antonio, you would be wrong. Not only did we make the first night, we brought our baby along for the ride. And even despite the "no strollers" rule, we still had a great time.
Lucero figuring out cascarones.
Me and the girl
I cannot tell you the number of times we got stopped by people wanting to play with Lucero. Everyone adored her.
Nice beads, Lucero.
This was the bench where we took breaks at. I find it funny that Farrah is holding a beer in one hand and a pacifier in the other.
And of course I got my annual picture with a cop. Lucero was off getting a snowcone and missed this one.
The next day at Chipotle, oh how I've missed that place.
Us with Miss Ashley
Lucero attempting to help dad wash the car.
Gotta wear that sun hat, girl. You're dark enough as it is.
On her actual birthday
At her birthday party.
Party favors...
Momma and baby
Getting her first whacks at the pinata.
Feeling a bit frustrated
Cousin Samuel enjoying his turn, while other children look on.
Yum, fresh lemonade. (More like fresh frozen lemonade actually.)
Me and my mustache.
Lucero comes from a hairy father, that's all I've got to say.
Singing Happy Birthday
So as you can see, we had a busy month, but a fun one at that.
In other developmental news, we have begun to see the sprouting of some teeth on top. I guess this means she won't be going through life with only two bottom teeth. Besides these major significant advancements, I haven't noticed much else. She doesn't talk much, well at least not using real words, but she's really good at pointing at things she wants. And she's really good at protesting when she doesn't get something. Please tell me this is normal, you other mothers out there.
The other thing I notice is when it's just her and I alone she will throw major crying fits if I leave the room. She tries her hardest to come chasing after me, but usually I've already returned, because, HELLO, I was only leaving the room for a nano second to retrieve something. However, if there's other people around, she barely notices when I leave, which is good I guess. But then she gets really attached to other people also, to the point that when it's time to go or the person is leaving, she throws more crying fits, putting her arms out to them, so they'll take her (or keep her, whatever the case maybe).
So that's life with her in a nutshell. And now her latest stats:
Height: 29.5 in
Weight: 19lbs 6oz.
(She's been under the weather the last two weeks, which contributed to her loss of appetite, which also contributed to me pushing back weaning, because the only thing she was ok with having was my breast.)
And here she is in all her twelve month glory...
With Uncle Steven
I don't know if you'll be able to spot her in these next two photos. Her father got her this lovely camouflage ensemble, which causes her to blend in with her surroundings. (Other fathers who are interested in finding the same, please visit your nearest Academy.)
Her baptism, where the Padre doused her with a ton of holy oil. I'm not even joking about this. The baby before her got a dime size amount, while my daughter got a half dollar size. Seriously, it was like she was getting a shampoo of holy oil.
Lucero with her Easter treats. We didn't really hide eggs for her. More like we threw a dozen or so of them on the lawn and sat her next to them.
She also got little summer tops and tanks in her basket.
Me and my awkward pose with my daughter.
Oh, did I mention her baptism took place on Easter Sunday. That's why her hair looks so greasy.
With Grandpa
Me and my sweetie pie
Us at NIOSA. If any of you thought I would miss out on this year's Fiesta in San Antonio, you would be wrong. Not only did we make the first night, we brought our baby along for the ride. And even despite the "no strollers" rule, we still had a great time.
Lucero figuring out cascarones.
Me and the girl
I cannot tell you the number of times we got stopped by people wanting to play with Lucero. Everyone adored her.
Nice beads, Lucero.
This was the bench where we took breaks at. I find it funny that Farrah is holding a beer in one hand and a pacifier in the other.
And of course I got my annual picture with a cop. Lucero was off getting a snowcone and missed this one.
The next day at Chipotle, oh how I've missed that place.
Us with Miss Ashley
Lucero attempting to help dad wash the car.
Gotta wear that sun hat, girl. You're dark enough as it is.
On her actual birthday
At her birthday party.
Party favors...
Momma and baby
Getting her first whacks at the pinata.
Feeling a bit frustrated
Cousin Samuel enjoying his turn, while other children look on.
Yum, fresh lemonade. (More like fresh frozen lemonade actually.)
Me and my mustache.
Lucero comes from a hairy father, that's all I've got to say.
Singing Happy Birthday
So as you can see, we had a busy month, but a fun one at that.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Unbelievable
I'm trying to find words to convey my thoughts on the last year of my life, her life. There aren't really words to describe it. And saying "there aren't words," though cliche, pretty much sums up how I feel.
My baby turns one today.
Too often I've relived the events of last year in my head. I think, "At this point I was only four months," Or I would I enter whatever number of months I was at that point in time. Early on I would say, "I wasn't even pregnant yet." Last night I was thinking how a year ago we were eating at the Olive Garden, how I lived my last free weekend and how in the middle of my sleep I was interrupted by a need to pee only to find a surprise in the toilet, signaling she would be making her way soon.
Too often I've thought about my labor and her delivery. In my head and the way I tell the story to others, it's as if I'm the only woman to have ever given birth. And maybe the reason I love telling the story or rethinking it at least to myself (I can only share the story one so many times with people) is because it was a special shared moment just between me and the girl. Ok, sure, the room was filled with nurses, the doctor and even her father, but no one else in the room was experiencing the struggle of this life-changing experience: Me, giving birth for the first time ever, and her, being born.
And now here she is, turning the big ONE! I remember holding her in my arms on her birthday and wondering how I would ever make it to her first birthday. Still to this day, number 366, I wonder how I made it. There's been so many trials, tribulations, annoyances, fumbles and yet we made it together, both somewhat in tact.
Along with the bad, came so much good. I've been able to experience this little beauty every day! She's the reason I've smiled so much in the last year. She's been the best sitcom, best drama, best action film of the year! I remember when she was a newborn and my mom asked me, "Do you ever get tired of looking at her?" Without hesitation I answered no and still to this day she's a feast for the eyes. I never tire looking at the curves of her face, the twinkle in her eyes, the dimples in her elbows, or her teeny, tiny feet and hands. She's my precious Lucero, the one person on the planet I do not hesitate to smother with affection.
Happy Birthday, Lucero. I love you more than you'll ever know.
My baby turns one today.
Too often I've relived the events of last year in my head. I think, "At this point I was only four months," Or I would I enter whatever number of months I was at that point in time. Early on I would say, "I wasn't even pregnant yet." Last night I was thinking how a year ago we were eating at the Olive Garden, how I lived my last free weekend and how in the middle of my sleep I was interrupted by a need to pee only to find a surprise in the toilet, signaling she would be making her way soon.
Too often I've thought about my labor and her delivery. In my head and the way I tell the story to others, it's as if I'm the only woman to have ever given birth. And maybe the reason I love telling the story or rethinking it at least to myself (I can only share the story one so many times with people) is because it was a special shared moment just between me and the girl. Ok, sure, the room was filled with nurses, the doctor and even her father, but no one else in the room was experiencing the struggle of this life-changing experience: Me, giving birth for the first time ever, and her, being born.
And now here she is, turning the big ONE! I remember holding her in my arms on her birthday and wondering how I would ever make it to her first birthday. Still to this day, number 366, I wonder how I made it. There's been so many trials, tribulations, annoyances, fumbles and yet we made it together, both somewhat in tact.
Along with the bad, came so much good. I've been able to experience this little beauty every day! She's the reason I've smiled so much in the last year. She's been the best sitcom, best drama, best action film of the year! I remember when she was a newborn and my mom asked me, "Do you ever get tired of looking at her?" Without hesitation I answered no and still to this day she's a feast for the eyes. I never tire looking at the curves of her face, the twinkle in her eyes, the dimples in her elbows, or her teeny, tiny feet and hands. She's my precious Lucero, the one person on the planet I do not hesitate to smother with affection.
Happy Birthday, Lucero. I love you more than you'll ever know.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
In a Nutshell
I've been kinda busy, going here and there and doing little things in between.
-Made an impromptu trip to San Antonio last week for Fiesta. It was very brief, but very fun. Loved being back in ol' San Antone.
-Made another impromptu trip, but this time to El Paso to visit X's side of the family. Had fun. Went to the outlet mall, spent too much money for a person who doesn't have a job, but whatcha gonna do? Besides, I found a dress to wear in my brother's wedding.
-Been hunting for a pediatrician for Lucero. Since X lost his job, we have no health insurance, so I did what I had to do and signed my baby up for Medicaid. Well, her current pediatrician doesn't accept Medicaid, which is why I had to go find another doc for her. Just for the record, this will be the third pediatrician she's seen in her first year of life.
-Speaking of first year, I've been planning my little one's first birthday bash, or shall I say fiesta? Afterall, Lucero is a Cinco de Mayo baby, so it's only fitting that her first birthday go with the theme.
And that's about it.
In Golightly news, I got this e-mail from a friend a couple of days ago.
"Hi Everyone,
-Made an impromptu trip to San Antonio last week for Fiesta. It was very brief, but very fun. Loved being back in ol' San Antone.
-Made another impromptu trip, but this time to El Paso to visit X's side of the family. Had fun. Went to the outlet mall, spent too much money for a person who doesn't have a job, but whatcha gonna do? Besides, I found a dress to wear in my brother's wedding.
-Been hunting for a pediatrician for Lucero. Since X lost his job, we have no health insurance, so I did what I had to do and signed my baby up for Medicaid. Well, her current pediatrician doesn't accept Medicaid, which is why I had to go find another doc for her. Just for the record, this will be the third pediatrician she's seen in her first year of life.
-Speaking of first year, I've been planning my little one's first birthday bash, or shall I say fiesta? Afterall, Lucero is a Cinco de Mayo baby, so it's only fitting that her first birthday go with the theme.
And that's about it.
In Golightly news, I got this e-mail from a friend a couple of days ago.
"Hi Everyone,
Can you believe it, 7 weeks already? 44 days have passed since Golightly has talked to us.... it still doesn't seem to make sense.
Just wanted to send my post Dallas visit update. Things are looking more positive on the eye movement front. As of yesterday, she was keeping her eyes open for long durations. This weekend on Sat she kept them open for over an hour. Yesterday, she was able to move her head in the direction of her mom's voice.... These are all great signs. She hasn't shown any sign of waking up, but she was able to track her brother's finger with her eyes.... But the doctors aren't really sure what all this means. We just can't know anything about her prognosis until she wakes up.
In positive news, one of Golightly's good friend, in her tireless efforts, has arraigned for angel flight to take Golightly home at no cost to her mother, when the time comes. This is incredible news and such a weight lifted off her mother's shoulders. But when this will all happen depends on when Golightly gets medicaid to help her find a long term nursing home that can take her.
i want to thank everyone who has made a donation to Golightly. We have raised a fair amount money, all that will help her family take care of Golightly. Please continue to donate if you can, any dollar amount will help.
As the days pass it gets harder and harder to hold on to hope. Friends of friends forget to ask us how she is doing, our daily routines go back to a sort of normal, but please don't forget about Golightly and don't let your friends forget about her either. Her family is never going to be normal again, they will be dealing with the repercussions of this accident, no matter what the outcome, for the rest of their lives.
We, Golightly's friends and family, are planning a fundraiser in Dallas in June. We are thinking June 13th or so. So please mark your calenders now. Its going to be along the lines of food and fun, with everyone making a donation."
And also, if anyone is curious, the guy who was driving the vehicle in which Golightly was riding in when the accident occurred, he's Cowboy's old roommate, a cop...well, he was let go from his position. So that's the latest and greatest on that.
And also, if anyone is curious, the guy who was driving the vehicle in which Golightly was riding in when the accident occurred, he's Cowboy's old roommate, a cop...well, he was let go from his position. So that's the latest and greatest on that.
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