6 Months Already...sniff sniff

I think I may just try to get into some trouble today
All three of us
She loves her brother
cheese mommy!
at the doodlebops concert


Well, tomorrow we hit it...6 months, 6 freakin months since my baby made her grand enterance. I stare at her in total amazement as she sits on the floor laughing at her brothers making crazy faces, noises, and gestures toward her and she laughs and kicks and squeels at them, just her way of showing her love.





We have started foods as of yesterday. Everyone has their own opinion of what stage and what to give her and how much, mix with what, heat it, not to heat it... I'm so greek I have no idea what to give her when. So last night I gave her peaches...what a hit...she loved them, along with cereal after and then a drink of formula to wash it down. She didn't want her bottle right away, probably cause she wasn't hungry after all that yummy food, but it didn't seem to bother her. This morning it was just her, Tyler and I up and I decided that this morning we would try bananas...she loved them even more. So as I am feeding her I have decided to give her fruit in the morning and cereal and veggies at night. Maybe Veggies at dinner time and then her cereal and a bottle before she goes to bed. Any suggestions?...Sarah, Tracey, Kristi????? Come on mothers...help me out here!





Here are a couple pictures from recently...she's such a ham when it comes to the camera.

Cherish Life

Todays blog is a sad blog. I am sitting here tonight in total disbelief that the loss of a child has really hit home. Today while my day was winding down I decided with 10 minutes left of work that I would check newzjunky (a popular NNY website) where I always scroll down to the obits and see if I know anyone. Well to my absolute shock was a "Joseph M. Shinnick Jr." my first thought was oh my gosh, Kristi's boyfriend died...did he commit suicide, what happened", to open the obit and see that it was her 2 month old baby, named after daddy. I can't even describe to you the pain you feel, it hits you, right in the stomach, my heart literally ached...as I sit all alone in my office starring...just starring.

Well let me tell you about this "friend" Kristi...as I think I may have blogged about it while I was prego...Kristi was the best friend from Croghan who got upset because I named by baby Kara, her first born that was a premie and died shortly after birth. We were not friends at that time but she still didn't think it was right.

So now I sit, with tomorrow being the calling hour and funeral if I should go. I told my boss what was going on and he has no problem with me rearranging my schedule to go, but I really don't know what to do. She is the type of person who would literally for lack of better words tell me to "get the F%*K out" and truthfully I'm afraid I will drive to Lowville and thats what will happen. I'm really just lost for words and I am really just lost...I have nothing else to say...any suggestions?

I picked up Kara from daycare and I just held her...for an hour I never put her down...ok an hour and a half...I kissed her I bet 100 times and prayed with her. Everynight we say a prayer and she did look at me like it was bedtime, but I sat, cried, and prayed that I have a beautiful baby girl that I have always wanted...

...FYI...

...to all of you that know my future husband well, know that "he's always right" well, because I'm laughing to hard to call people and tell them what he just did, I'll blog about it....We are finally doing our wedding invitations and getting them ready to mail out. I am doing labels to response cards and he is in the kitchen stuffing invitations along with carefully and perfectly putting our return address labels on them. Well I am finished so I go into the kitchen to check on him...with sweat dripping off of him he looks up from the island with envelopes seperated, I asked him what he was doing...now please sit down for this next comment he made..."I'm separating by where they have to go because we have to pay more to send out invitations to out of state people" I gave him a look that I'm pretty sure I can't repeat...I asked him again, he started to get agitatied and repeated himself, now I just started laughing hysterically. I explained to him that no matter where it goes in the good ol USA its .47. Nope, he argued with me telling me thats why there is an out of town mailbox at the post-office...I couldn't stop laughing and I still can't!!!! I called my mother and had her explain to him too, but I think she couldn't stop laughing either, and he didn't want to talk to her!!

HUNNY...YOU DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING...his response to this...I was just trying to save money...He is now sorting ones he can hand deliver...how personable. Gas is $4.20 a gallon and he wants to save .47 cents...god love him!

...so...sorry...

I first want to apologize for taking so long updating. I haven't been able to sit long enough without inturruption to blog. Let alone do anything these days. I'll update quick so you people aren't here all day...

Kara is getting huge weighing in at 14lbs 3 oz. To update from the last, we have the best babysitter in the world. I still love my job, and Tim is getting full time within the next couple weeks!!!! The wedding plans are coming great and things are starting to tie together...That's really all there is to update from the last blog.

4th of July weekend was spent in Croghan with all my family. Tim, Kara and I went up Thursday night (Brandon is with his mom for a whole week for summer visitation) Kara, as always, was the life of the party, but Thursday night didn't sleep well and I just figured since we haven't stayed there for a while she wasn't used to it and I changed her paci to wash the other one, so I just thought it was that! Well, Friday she didn't take long naps, but was still her funny ol' self, smiling at everyone and talking...talk...boy does she babble. Friday night she felt a little warm, but thought it was because of the sun and hot outside. We all went to bed and had a cranky Kara all night Friday night. Saturday she was warm when she got up so we gave her Tylenol all day, we did our thing and had fun, still not a lot of naps, she just wanted to be cuddled. Well it wasn't going away and finally after most fesitivies had ended on Sat. night she was really cranky and warm so I called great-grannie and she brought up a thermometer for Kara. We took her temp rectally (which I hate) and BAM 103.2. Tim immediately called the pediatrician and he said to keep watching her, strip her down, give her a cold bath and just keep doing what we are doing and if she is not better by tomorrow (Sunday) we would should call the office. Our peds office is open 7 days a week for sick kids! Well we didn't make it until Sunday, well technically, but...2:30 a.m. Kara woke up cranky I went to pick her up and just felt her burning up...I mean burning We took her temp and after Tylenol 103.5...yeah, I packed my shit and we headed to Watertown, from Croghan to the ER. I called the Pediatrician on the way and he met us there. Of course everyone knows Watertown and its finest on a Saturday night and on top of it 4th of July weekend. Bunch of drunk scum bags in the ER waiting to get seen...Theres a whole other story to this that if you want to know ask...I'll be happy to tell you. When we finally get called back they came right in a checked on her the docotor ordered a urine test to see if that showed any thing, so of course they came over with a catheter and I freaked out. I think I cried just as hard as her if not harder. The damn nurse couldn't find her little pee hole and I just finally said...please go get someone to help you....please. After a little bit they got it, it showed nothing we left around 730 with the diagnosis of just viral infection. We were told to alternate motrin and tylenol and called the dr. by Tuesday if nothing was better. We came back home to Watertown around 5 last night and I just cuddled her. We all slept downstairs where it was cooler because of the AC and she was up all night. I got up for good around 530 and did my shower thing and I was about ready to dry my hair when she got up. Tim was in the shower getting ready for work and all I did was pick her up and you would have thought I was murdering her. She screamed like you wouldn't believe...I finally calmed her down and took her upstairs. Tim felt her and just gave me that look. He got the thermometer and I started to dry my hair, when I saw the look he gave me I stoped my hair and knew that it was bad. 104.6. I grabbed clothes for him and me and we took off...called the dr. on the way and she said to come to the office she was already there (700). We saw her at the office where she ordered blood work and a chest xray. We ran to the hospital for that and by the time we left the hospital and got back to the dr office the results were already in (Yippe for SMC) Kara has ATYPICAL PNEUMONIA...wtf...how did my baby get pneumonia, no one smokes, no one has been sick, wtf. I said, are you sure, what are you going to do, is she going to be admitted, I started to cry with my 101 questions. Dr. Crane just said, we will give her a high dose of zithromax and that should kill whatever it is, either a pneumonia, which I am pretty sure, or a viral infection, but keep giving her tylenol and motrin.

So here we are 3:00p.m. on Monday and she just woke up from a 2 hour nap and she's 103.6...motrin down, cuddling with daddy. I just couldn't go to work today, I had to be here with my baby girl. I sat and watched her sleep for the longest time, then I just needed to get out and get fresh air. So hopefully this will work and she will be ok. Let me just say that the blood work and xray were horrible and I cried and cried...my poor baby girl...please say a prayer for her...