I just realized its been almost a month.

And I vowed to get in a least one entry a week. YEA RIGHT! haha. Staying home with Bailey and Jesse when he's not in school, plus going to school...makes for one busy mama.

We've just been doing the typical family thing...work, school, and playing on the weekends. Memorial weekend we headed to the waterpark to beat the heat. It was nice, and Jesse loved all the water slides. I'm glad he's finally coming out of his shell and trying new things. It took a long time to get him there!

We had a "date night" a couple of weeks ago and the whole night just started WRONG! haha. I was upset that we left late, then..there was a wreck and we got stuck in traffic, on our way back ( we had gone to a bar on the beach) I got car sick. Apparently texting in the dark after a few drinks will make one woosy. So our night ended short and we went home. I was sad because it's hardly ever just the "two" of us. I cherish the family we created, but also love the alone time we get and since it's so far and few inbetween I was upset that I got sick. ANYWAY, we made up for it and had another date night a few nights later. We went to see "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past." It was such a good movie, def. a chick flick, but even Doug liked it!

Bailey has become the expert at rolling over. She hates being on her tummy, so now that she's starting to do it in her sleep she wakes herself up. I'm thinking that she hates tummy time due to the mild reflux she has. I could be wrong though. She does however love going to the pool. We got her a little floatie, and she'd sit in the pool all day if you let her! Jesse also is becoming a great swimmer. 2 summers ago I couldn't get him in the pool hardly, and now he's diving in and doing flips! It's so awesome to see him grow and change in different ways like that.

He's leaving next week for TX for 6 weeks, and I'm a nervous wreck about the plane ride. I was stressing the importance of him not talking to strangers this morning. So he says: "But mom, what if a nice person wants to talk to me?" So I told him that just because they are nice doesn't mean you should talk to them. I told him just to be polite and tell them that he doesn't talk to strangers. and to find someone that works in the airport, or a police officer to help him. While we are paying the airline to have him escorted from the gate here to the gate in Dallas where his dad will be, I'm scared that somehting will go wrong. The flight attendent won't do her job. I know I'm being a paranoid mom. I've heard so many bad stories of kids flying assisted like this. I was really uneasy doing it, but it's really the only way. I hope and pray we have a good experience and everything goes how it's supposed to.

On another note, I've been in the gym during the week and seem to slack on the weekends. I think it's because that's the only time when everyone is home together. It's so nice to wake up on a saturday morning with no work or school ahead of us. I've also had a hard time following the eating plan the trainer has set for me. I do good some days and other days I slip and have a cookie, or some cheese. It seems silly and trivial, and I think its more of a fight with myself.

Bailey is going to be 6 months old in a few weeks. How time flies by. It seems like I was just in that hospital room in disbelief that I was really in labor. I had been in denial the whole morning because I wasn't in alot of pain. So I chalked it up to pre labor symptoms and went on with my morning, doing laundry, paying bills, dropping Jesse off at a play date. How perfect that worked out. When Doug and I arrived at the Dr.'s office that happens to be in a wing in the hospital, the midwife "checked" me for my weekly visit and said, "you're not going home" Doug and I looked at eachother and smiled, then cried. It was an intimate moment. The moment I looked at my huge belly and thought, today is finally the day I get to meet this little peanut who gets the hiccups everyday. She wasted no time either. 4 hours later she came flying out, the Dr. didn't even make it to my room. Bailey was delivered by a wonderful midwife and a couple of nurses. I was later told I should have made a documentary, and the delivery was the most textbook she's ever seen. I thanked everyone up above for looking down on us that day. It couldn't have went anymore perfect. Except the part where I begged for drugs, and the Dr. reminded me that I had not wanted any, and it was too late anyway. Now 6 short months later, she's cooing and talking, smiling, and eating like a champ. She's growing tons of blonde hair, and has 2 huge dimples. one on each side. She only lets me put her to bed, and gives me the biggest toothless grin every morning when she wakes up. I love being a mom..

Now that this entry is all over the place, I have to end it, since Bailey is screaming at me.