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.