So Sleepy, but no Sleep

As I type, a certain wee one is in her crib screaming. And I don't mean crying; she's literally screaming. My once-stellar-napper has evolved into more of a nightmare napper.

What am I doing wrong?

It all started at Thanksgiving when we were out of town for nine days and Anna got a cold and ear infection while we were gone. All bed time routines went out the window. When we got back, I felt like we were starting all over again with sleep training. Anyway, she still does great at night: put on lotions, zip up jammies, take a bottle, lay down, out for the night.

But nap time . . . . ayeayeaye.

I rock her 5-10 minutes with her paci just to transition her from playtime to sleepy time. We often read a book. Then I lay her down awake. Until 9 months, she did just fine going to sleep on her own. Now, it's party time in the crib for an hour and then screaming/crying for another hour. Today, she only napped one hour and that was after I caved and rerocked her. It's like she can't put herself to sleep anymore during nap time, but has no problem doing that at night.

My doc thinks I should stick with two naps until she's one.

Advice?

Baby's First Christmas

Although it's January, I'd like to wish you a Merry Christmas. Ours was quite unique this year--as you might assume. It's for-sure mind-boggling what the presence of a wee one can add to an already joyous and anticipated holiday. The excitement of giving gifts and cherishing family was only trumped by the thought of teaching Anna about the meaning of the season. And what better example of God's gift of salvation than attending a funeral--celebrating a life lived well in dependence upon God. That's how we began our Christmas weekend.

Granny Youree passed away the Wednesday before Christmas. The Youree clan and many friends gathered that Friday to remember Granny and encourage each other in love and hope. I felt it was a really special time.

On Christmas Eve, we visited Grandma Deanna, Uncle Chris, and cousin Baylee, as depicted in the pictures below.

 (Uncle Chris really loved Anna's new shirt. Ha. Ha.)

In a stunning surprise, Santa Claus in the flesh stopped by Mimi and Daddy-Pa's house on Christmas Eve. Hesitant is a good word to describe Anna's reaction. She soon warmed up though. In a mobility feat, she followed Santa up the staircase (with Mama following close behind, of course.) The pictures with Santa will find a spot in the blog soon.

Here is Anna hanging out with her good buddy, great-grandpop Buster.

Christmas morning, Anna was delighted to receive a doll, two sippy cups, shakers, and an ornament in her stocking. And even more happy to get a Little People pink jeep, complete with blocks and a girl to drive the car. So, a car and a doll. Which one do you think she played with the most? 

The car. She loves the car.

And as much as I tried to downsize her Christmas loot, she got more toys than she needs. But hey--that's part of the fun of being the baby. :-)

This little scrunched nose, is her new silly face. She smiles after she makes it.

Loving on Papa Youree, her singing buddy.

Here Anna is meeting her new baby cousin, Sadie, who is 10 weeks old in the pic. Anna is 10 months old. Who thinks Anna looks like a giant here? 

Our Christmas tree and decor are still in place. I'm hoping to clear it all by Valentine's. Or maybe I could leave it all up and let it be a Christmas theme for Anna's birthday. Hmm....

Fast as a Bullet

Cool weather, the glow of the Christmas tree, a cozy blanket . . . all have me feeling sentimental. Oh, and the chocolate piroulines by my side aren't helping. For many, me included, the holidays stir up a mix bag of emotions. Satisfaction for the successes of the year. Hope for the days ahead, with a touch of anxiety for roads yet traveled. Sadness for the losses still yet redeemed, and joy for the unexpected and definitely undeserved blessings.

Tomorrow at 10:45 a.m. my little baby turns 10 months old. These days, she's looking and acting more toddler than baby. Whenever music of any sort reaches her ears, she immediately stops. And sways back and forth like Stevie Wonder. She's "dancing." Tonight, she pulled up to standing and let go for just a few seconds. Her eyes quickly looked at me, asking, "What in the world is going on?" And instead of wanting a bottle for lunch, she preferred mashed potatoes and green beans at Bryan's Christmas party today. I love that kid a million times infinity.

Did I mention she gave her daddy numerous kisses voluntarily while we were at the holiday lunch? Melt my heart.

Oh, and when you ask, "Who's so big?" she raised her arms as high as she can like a ref signaling a good field goal. We cheer and clap. And then she raises her arms like 45 times in a row. Hysterical. Superman has nothing on her. She's is growing and changing faster than a speeding bullet.

On the other side of the coin . . . Bryan and I are coming to terms with news that Granny Youree's health is declining, apparently at rates neither of us are happy about. She's such a jewel. What a blessing to me to watch Granny light up when Anna enters the room. We pray her last days--whether it be hours, days, or months from now--be peaceful, happy, and hopeful.

Ah, the realities of life and death . . . and the importance of knowing the difference between the two.

It's a "Later Date"

I promised pictures at a later date, and today is that day. Grab a snack, pictures en masse is what you'll find here!

Sip-n-See photos from Nashville:

Visit to east Tennessee (Jim & Kristen, I don't have any photos from the surprise party. Could you send some my way?):

Thanksgiving at Aunt Tina's:

Baby dedication at Donelson Fellowship:

Meeting Santa for the first time:

The Christmas tree is up at the Yourees! 

Getting ready for church in our fancy outfit:

Music Class

Today was our last infant music class, sniff sniff. Anna loves it soooo much. We were allowed to bring cameras, but this mommy forgot; so the phone camera had to do.

Side note: Anna started saying "Da-da" today. If she's said it once, she's said it a thousand times. 

Failed mommy-daughter pic number one.

Failed mommy-daughter pic number two. 

Anna in her element. She loves shakers!

"I'm so sad this is my last infant music class." 

Oooohhh, the gathering drum, Anna's favorite! 

Playing with my friends. 

Friday Funnies

Today I encountered two humorous situations too good not to share.

The first chuckle I had was at the post office where I was waiting in line to purchase Christmas stamps. As my turn neared, I scanned the festive design options. The red and gold Christmas tree really caught my fancy.

"Next."

I approached the counter and said, "I'd like 100 of your Christmas tree stamps."

The lady behind the counter smirked, pulled out a stack of stamps, and showed me a closer peek. These are not Christmas trees, but stamps for the Islam holiday. The gold swirls were actually Islamic writings artistically woven together. However, it was in the shape of a triangle, very similar to a tree.

Well, I better not get those for CHRISTMAS cards, eh.

"In that case, I'll take those darling ornament stamps."

"Don't worry," she said. "You're not the first to ask."

In some ways, I wish I had accidentally purchased those beautiful red and gold stamps because it would have been hilarious . . . . Addressing all my Christian-themed cards and donning them with Muslim garb. You can't make up this stuff.

**Two hours later**

I'm getting gas at Sam's. At $2.94 per gallon, I was not the only one with this idea. Seven or eight other cars were stopped for fuel. Next to me a lady was being approached by a gentleman, who said something along the lines of:

"I'm an electrical engineer, but I've lost my job. Blah, blah, family, kids. I need cash. Can you take me to your ATM?"

Actually, I didn't catch everything he said because, poor fella, his speech was a bit slurred. Okay, it was really slurred.

The lady refused; and the gentleman continued to his right to the next car, away from my direction. Apparently, this man refused as well. So, the money-seeking, tipsy gentleman turned to his left to approach the remaining "gasers." He starts in my direction. And just before he passes my car he says:

"I'm not even going to ask you. You look like a bitch."

Ah, the holidays. I just love this time of year.

November Jet-setters

To celebrate Anna's first Thanksgiving, we decided to fly east. It was a trip to remember and all that entails.

Let's start from the beginning.

I'm known for packing the night before; so you'll be shocked to learn I started packing on Monday for a Saturday flight. No, that wasn't a typo. I packed several days in advance. Taking enough clothes for five days--which translates into 10 outfits for Anna--for a nine-day stint in Tennessee. (My sister graciously allowed us to wash clothes not once, but twice during our stay.) And even with making a long list of diapers, formula, and toiletries to pick up once we landed, we still managed to lug four suitcases to the airport. We were a production--and a sight to behold.

Like a champ, Anna did wonderfully waiting until we boarded, and then slept through the flight to Nashville. Whew, what a relief. 

We enjoyed the weekend in Nashville. Anna adjusted quickly to her Tennessee family, especially her cousin Kullen, who was by far her favorite (much to my sister's chagrin). And a little girl who was slowly, cautiously crawling when we arrived quickly turned into a speedy kneester . . . all thanks to a teeny doggie named Kloie at the Williams' house. Anna chased that dog endlessly, even learning how to play and shake the toys for the dog's attention.

The highlight of that weekend was the Sip-n-See in Anna's honor hosted by Lori, Emilee, and Tina. It was a delight to show off our girl and see friends we've not hugged in awhile. Also, I gorged on sausage balls; they were sooooo yummy.

Come Monday we drove to east Tennessee to visit extended family, stopping first at my aunt and uncle's house. And then there was Monday evening. Sigh. I cringe even typing about it.

Around midnight, we awoke to Anna's screaming. For the next several hours, she would only sleep in short interval of 20-30 minutes. She was congested and running a fever. It was the same symptoms of her sinus and ear infection just two weeks before. The next morning our family was so sweet to love on Anna while we tried to track down a physician to evaluate Anna. Unfortunately, we couldn't find any urgent care facility to take her except the emergency room. We opted to monitor her and take her in Nashville on Wednesday. Thankfully, her fever broke that afternoon.

Tuesday afternoon we drove north of Knoxville to visit my grandmother and other aunts and uncles. When my aunt walked in from work announcing we were eating soup and sandwiches with other family members at the nearby church fellowship hall, I was a bit suspicious. I thought, "Aw, my aunts have set up a little get together for Anna."

Boy, was I surprised.

We walked in to see nearly every cousin I have and all of my aunts and uncles AND my sister and niece and nephew. Shock.

My sweet sister planned a wonderful Alice in Wonderland "un-birthday" party for Anna to celebrate her joining our family. Too. sweet. You know, when people extend acts of kindness to you, it is touching and nice; but when they do so to your child, the feeling grows exponentially. We felt so humbled and honored to witness such love for our girl. The party will forever be a special memory for us.

Oh, and to whomever gave Anna a sweet pink card with a Visa giftcard, much thanks. The card wasn't signed, so we're not sure where to send the "thank you." Teehee.

The next day, we drove back to Nashville and quickly took a number at the urgent care medical center. With one look into that little right ear, the verdict was in: ear infection again. After three near sleepless night, I can't say that we were that surprised. A new round of antibiotics did the trick, thank God!

Anna enjoyed her first Thanksgiving by simply playing with family and munching, er sloshing around, some turkey and veggie baby food.

Like fools, my sis and I decided to venture to Kohl's for the midnight opening. OH. MY. WORD. The line was long . . . and the line to checkout was RIDICULOUS. We shopped for an hour and purchased nothing because we refused to wait for three hours. Now I remember why I no longer "do" Black Friday.

The last Sunday we were in NashVegas, we were so humbled to attend my old church, where my pastor officiated Anna's baby dedication. Such a sweet, special time.

The flight home was uneventful too--hallelujah. Our girl slept again. So, the next time she's not sleeping at night, we'll just hop a plane. Right?

Pictures of all these happenings will come at a later date. Stay tuned.