The Beast and The Monster

Once upon a time (May 19th, 2009) there was a little girl by the name of Ella (Beast) born.  She was my most favorite little fairy goodness (I'm her godmother) of all the land.  Then a short while after that once upon a time (October 7th, 2009) another little girl by the name of Mia (Monster) was born.  My most favorite creation to date!  These two little girls are the most amazingly beautiful, funny and great spirited little ladies I know.  That said, I can only imagine the truck loads of trouble that these two little girls are going to get into.  I can't wait (well I can wait because I'm not looking forward to late night phone calls from the police or whoever else these two decide to piss off (apparently there are rumors going around that these two are also somewhat like their mothers....I beg to disagree)) to see what these two spectacular little peoples become! 

As a side note there is a good possibility that Natalie and I are going to have to take up drinking and find a way to heavily medicate ourselves in order to get through the next 18 years, oh who am I kidding, forever!!! I love my little Beast and Monster!!!!

Bed Time

I haven't written anything for a while because....well frankly I haven't had a whole lot of motivation.  I have had every intention of writing but I just haven't. 
It's been a big couple of days around the Westbrock house.  Mia is finally sleeping in her own room in her own bed.....sorta!  She will be 6 weeks old tomorrow and this last weekend was our first attempt to put her in her crib.  I knew that Mia would do fine....it was more of a mommy issue than anything.  People kept asking if she was in her bassinet in our room and I had to kind of shrug my shoulders and say Not exactly.  Well where did/does she sleep you ask??  Well she pretty much sleeps on mom!!  Again I know what you are thinking but it's really hard to put her down.  What if she stops breathing or someone puts a ladder up outside and tries to get in her room or what if her blanket is covering her face or what if that big noisy fucking owl outside flies into the window and the glass shatters and it gets into her crib or what if all the walls fall down around her and I can't get into the bedroom and well I could go on and on with the what ifs.  I always think the worse!!
We are pushing through the anxieties and continuing to go our separate ways at night.  I will say it's nice to actually sleep on my side instead of flat on my back and it's nice to snuggle a little with my husband (and let me tell you thats all we are doing cuz I don't want to have anything to do with that at the moment!!).  I know the worries will never go away and I'll probably never really sleep all that soundly ever again but when I look at her it's all worth it!!!

P.S.  She is napping on the couch with me right now.  I need to start slow....I can't be jumping into anything to fast!!

One Month

Today Mia, you are one month old.  This past month has been absolutely remarkable.  From the moment you were born my heart feels as if it might explode.  I know people talk about the love that they feel for their children and how you can't explain it until you experience it.  Well, to all those people, you are absolutely correct.  I love you more than I ever thought was possible.  As the great Jerry Maguire said....You complete me!!!
This past month has been a lot of getting to know one another.  I think I'm starting to figure you out pretty good now.  And I hope that you are getting to know us (We are the ones that feed you, burp you, change your poopy diapers, sometimes we actually let you poop on us....well not exactly let.... but shit happens.  You can also refer back to the shit on the curtains incident)!  You love to eat....that would explain the fact that you weigh 10 pounds 6 ounces and are 22 inches long!  You are my little Monster Ass!!!  If we don't get the food in fast enough there is definite hell to pay.  You do have some gas issues (you get that from your dad!!)  I wish so badly that I could make it go away....I try my hardest though.  It's funny too because your dad and I get so excited when you have poopies in your diaper or you give us a good burp.  Oh how things change!!!
You love to snuggle!!  You might be the best snuggler of all time.  It actually sometimes cuts off my air flow because you wedge your head so far under my chin.....I don't mind though.  We've yet to put you in your crib.  I know I will be regreting that in the next couple of weeks when we attempt to do so and you want nothing to do with it since you are used to snuggling with mom and dad.  Again I don't mind....you are only going to be this little once and I'm taking full advantage of it. 
Your starting to smile more and recognize our faces. You have some pretty funny faces that you  make too....along with some pretty pissed off faces!  You turn beat red when your mad and have the most pathetic little cry that almost resembles a chipmunk.   I love the fact that I'm the one that can calm you down.  Because I'm the best mommy ever!!!!
As of now you look exactly like your dad...which is not a bad thing.  I did marry the man and expected to reproduce with him so I made sure that he wasn't all that bad looking!!!  I think though that you got the best parts of both of us.  Except you might unfortunately have your fathers forehead.  That might not be the best of both of us.  We'll just hope that it's not quite as cave manish as what daddy's is. 

I'm so excited to see the little person that you grow to be.  I wish though that you would stay this small forever.  I already feel like you are growing to fast.  I want you to know that I love with all my heart and soul!  You're my little punkers, Moo Moo, Munchkin and Munch!!!  Can't wait to see what this next month brings!!!!

I'm Good!

Apparently I scared a few people after my last post.  I'm Good!!!  I was just venting about my beautiful little child who likes to cry when she is awake!!  I don't want to throw myself off of our deck or anything (it wouldn't do much damage anyway....we are on the first floor of our condo building and I could probably hop over and land on my feet or ass since we all know I'm not the most coordinated person).   We are totally good though....I know it's normal for a lot of babies to go through this and I also know that it will pass.  I admit that it's tough and I do cry but I wouldn't give any of it up for anything.  She might cry when she is awake but when she sleeps she sleeps!!  Justin and I actually get sleep at night.  She usually sleeps for 4 hours at a time.  So I'm very grateful for that.

It's nice to have this blog as an outlet where I can write and journal and be sarcastic about whatever.  It's fun for me to share with everyone because as most of you know I'm very open and probably share too much information sometimes. 

Oh and P.S. Miss Mia is sound asleep in her swing right now!  Love that thing at the moment!!!
Oh and P.S.S.  I don't really think my parents are Ass Holes for wishing a child upon me like me......Well sometimes they are!  But I know I deserve and I'm sure earned it!  I wouldn't change it for the world though!

Really Child....Why are you crying?

I'm perplexed by the idea that one tiny tiny little person who gets fed, burped, changed, rocked, cuddled, bathed, dressed, swayed, kissed, hugged, squeezed (in a very nonviolent, I love you so much and can't get enough of you sort of way), can cry every fucking waking moment of her oh so tough little life!
You can ask my husband.....I had no patience for anything before Mia arrived ( I still have no patience for most things).  For the first week of her life I thought to myself....Hey, I can do this, she is a great baby.  Maybe God is giving me this wonderfully well behaved very quiet little being since I barfed for nine months straight and was convinced because of the barfing that I was going to have a heart attack during childbirth (only because someone at work who obviously did not know me what so ever and my hypochondriac ways told me her daughter had heart problems because she barfed so much during her pregnancies....stupid dumb Ass Hole!).  I was all like, Oh Justin, see I told you I would have patience once she arrived!  
I was clearly wrong....my patience is being tested every day and I feel like a horrible mother because all I want my daughter to do is sleep because when she is sleeping she is not crying for no apparent reason what so ever!   I'm pretty sure though that she is the cutest screaming baby ever! 
Don't get me wrong...I would not give any of this up for anything.  I love her with all of my being and I know that there is supposed to be some kind of life lesson in all of this (which I have yet to figure out or come close to figuring out).  Maybe I should be pissed off at my parents for wishing a child upon me that was exactly like me.  Ass Holes!!!  Or maybe I should put the blame on myself.....No, why would I do that, it's always more fun to blame other people!

"Oh mom, you silly lady, I'm a perfect little angel....HEHE"

Pirates and Forty's (And by Forty's I mean Colt 45)

So last night was Tully's 29th birthday and the Westbrock's first "night out" since our little munchkin arrived.  It was so nice to be with good friends and have some real adult interaction.  It is funny though that adult conversation is no longer what it used to be.  A long time ago it was about who got the drunkest and barfed in their car and who passed out where and what kind of crazy shit we can write on friends faces.  Now it's about your child shitting on the curtains or in the bathtub and how your boobs hurt so bad and the fact that one is bigger than the other. (I'm hoping no one was looking over at our table either because I'm pretty sure I was grabbing my boobs to show just how big they are).
Another highlight of the evening for me was the two deliciously wonderful mouth watering Corona's that I had.  I had been dreaming of them for the last 10 months (which is how long it's been since I've had a drink and probably the reason why after only a half of one beer my cheeks were red and I was buzzed). 

We went to Smalley's in Stillwater.  Great atmosphere and no shit they had Forty's to order on their drink menu.  The only thing that could make the fact that they had forty's to order was if they were to come out in the appropriate brown paper bag.  And let me tell you.......it did!!!!

The other exciting part of the evening was the return of Gumby (AKA Tully).  Gumby was not back in full force but well on her way.  It could have been the 3 wet and nasty's (or whatever the hell they were called...maybe dark and stormy's) she had or the shot of house rum.  We don't really know at this point.  I only hope that poor Jeremy didn't have to pull over on the way home!

Poor Tully had to get up this morning and bring Brady to swim lessons.....I only hope that she remembered her water wings and didn't end up floating in the deep end of the pool.  Happy Birthday Tull!!!

Lil Man

On February 4th, 2008 my little sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy by the name of Carter Eugene!  The instant I saw him I was in love!!  I felt as if I birthed him myself without the pain and screaming and all that wonderful "birth stuff". 

It's been amazing seeing him grow and develop a personality and become this whole little person!  He has amazed me every day.  It's amazing how much kids teach you about yourself...even when they aren't your own. 

It's so much fun listening to him talk and try to figure out what his words mean.  I love that when he sees his Antie "Ninno" he gets a big smile on his face and can't wait to tell me about the "teeto" (tractor) or the "choo choo" or how Ella pooped in the bath (which he is still traumatized about and will no longer get into the tub with his sister). 

When I was pregnant with Mia Natalie and I would talk about how wonderful it was going to be to have kids together that were going to be so close in age and hoped that they would grow up being the best of friends.  I never imagined that this little boy could be so in love with my little girl. 

He loves giving her hugs and kisses and wants to play with her so badly.  It melts my heart to see him with her.  I can't wait to see the friendships that develop and to watch my little peeps as they grow into their own.   

No Clue

Let me start this by saying that I have absolutely no clue as to what I'm doing.  I'm definitely not a writer of any sort and probably don't have a whole lot of interesting things to say but I thought I would try this anyway! 
Up until recently I really had no idea what a blog was or the purpose of one.  Some friends of mine introduced me to theirs and I thought it was a fabulous idea and a great way to journal.  So thats what I'm using this as.....a journal!  I want to journal the exciting and not so exciting things about me and my family.  We are loud, crazy, obnoxious, boring, exciting, Italian, etc etc and did I mention crazy!! 

Justin and I recently welcomed a little girl by the name of Mia Lou into our family.  She was born on October 7th, 2009 at 4:27pm.  She weighed in at a healthy 8lbs 14oz and was 20in long.  I was extremely surprised to learn that my little munchkin was almost 9lbs and the fact that I birthed her was amazing to me.  I'm not much for pain.....at all!!  I was not one of those crazy women who wanted to do it all natural.  Noooo.....I wanted the drugs.  Whatever they had I wanted!  I prepared myself for far worse than what actually happened.  All together it was only 7 hours total.  Induction started at 9:30am, hard labor at noon (still no swearing or calling my husband a dirty bastard), epidural at about 2pm in which the magic drug guy was late (wanted to start swearing at this point but didn't because I did not want to embarass my husband or my mother), felt fabulous within about 15 minutes, went from being a 4 to a 9 within about an hour, started pushing around 3:30 and had my little punkers at 4:27pm!  It's crazy how you can love something so much in an instant! 

It has been a crazy amazing 2 and half weeks.  So many emotions and definitely sleep deprived.  All in all she is a good baby.  She was wonderful week one.  Then week two came and the colic started and some gas problems.  Of course it is worse at night.  I'm dealing, I just feel so bad for the little one and the fact that I can't do anything about it.  It's frustrating but I just keep telling myself that each day it will hopefully get better.  I love it when she cracks her little smiles and can't wait until she actually knows what she's smiling at!

Funny story:
Sunday morning at about 1:30am I got up to change Miss Mia's diaper and feed her.  I knew that she had pooped in her pants and should have known better than to take her diaper off when I did.  Diaper was off and the girl decided to keep on pooping and when I say poop I mean she shot shit out her butt at such force that it ended up 3 feet from the changing table all over the curtains.  I was somewhat perplexed but got her and the curtains cleaned up.  Justin thought it was hilarious!!!  What a stupid man for laughing at me!
Last night Justin was changing poopy diaper.  "Monster Ass" returned and shot poop out her butt again...this time all over him, the changing table, and yes the curtains!  I'm thinking at this rate I really need to buy some spare sets of curtains for the nursery.  Who knows what will end up on the curtains next!

I hope whoever reads this enjoys it and I hope that I get better as I go.