Here is a video of Bailey "talking" in her crib. You can hear Annie vying for my attention in the background on my bed. Bailey has been "speaking" for about two or three weeks now. She also (obviously) smiles.

Went to the doctor today to find out why I can't feel the strings on my IUD. I can't feel them because they aren't there. I have to get an ultrasound and an x-ray on Friday morning.

It's worrying me, not just for the obvious reasons (it put a hole in my uterus, it's not even there anymore, etc etc), but for the fact that in the past couple days I've not been feeling well. I thought it was the dusty ceiling fan, but now I'm faced with the possibility that it's something much "bigger" than that.

I get cramps just sitting here at the computer. It feels like a bladder infection when I go to the restroom... it sucks. It's not severe pain, but it's enough for me to know that there's a possibility that something is not right.

I don't know. I will know Friday morning what's up. Good thing I haven't been exercising.

Bailey slept for NINE HOURS last night! From 11:30pm (which is later than her normal nap time) to 8:30am this morning with minimal interruption. She didn't wake up, but she was fidgety when Felix came to bed this morning around 5/5:30 this morning. This is great because this means that I can get Annie back to a normal schedule also! I'm crossing my fingers that this behavior isn't just temporary because I know Annie will be coming home from her grandma's with a normal schedule once again.

Heyhey everyone. I have started a new blog, check it out. It's all about my road to becoming healthier. Today and tomorrow are the "dry run" for my calorie counting and hopefully on Monday I will be able to start my running and exercising. I'm happy with the way I look, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be a healthier person.

I had my IUD put in last Thursday, boy what a pain, and right now I'm just a little paranoid about it coming out so I will have to check it in a few days. I know, TMI, but I should be baby protected for up to ten years!! :D Not that I don't love the ones I have.

I have a positive outlook on this, but have always lapsed on my attempts or not started the attempt at all actually, so enjoy the new blog. Even though counting calories is a horrible way to live, I have to do it because it seems to be the most effective way for me.

Talk to you laters!

More pictures. Don't have a whole lot to say.

Awwwe why can't we all be this cute sleeping?


Sleepy time... in her sling.


She was a little mad at me...???

Tell me again, why the CRAP I never had a sling with Annie???

Once figured out, I put Bailey in it just moments ago and as soon as she went over my shoulder, instant knock out. It's amazing... although I have a bookshelf to put together now and I'm not quite sure to do. Do I take her off and put her in a chair or bassinet and risk wake-age? Or do I keep her on me and risk bumpage?

She was awake from 1am to I think like... 8 or 9. Nightmare. Read my lips... night... mare.

Both babies are knocked out right now, though. Too bad I missed the morning nap and Annie is now awake. Felix and I will just have to sleep in shifts in the next two days and just hope that Bailey pulls it together.

Zan is teething, so that is going to be something. I didn't even think about it, but I'm sure everything is fine. She is soooo cute. It's weird babysitting a straight up white baby. LOL If that makes any sense, since Annie and Bailey are not 100% Caucasian.

Bailey is just snug as a bug.

Oh crap! I have to call PP to schedule an appt for my IUD.

I'll catch you all up later.

Shhhh.... waitwait. Do you hear that? >.> ....... <.< ........ >.> ........ EXACTLY. Silence! Oh crap. It's quiet and I'm not sleeping? Annie's room is a toy minefield, actually so I have to be careful when I go in there (Ann is asleep on the couch and Bailey is on her stomach, so I have to be in the room with her...) I'm going to try to flip her over. Both the girls are/were belly sleepers at a young age. They get it from daddy and bad milk cocktails. (Not really a "cocktail" per say, just crappy bubbling formula.)

OMG! Bailey was on Similac and it frothed up like a cappuccino! I thought that maybe there was soap residue in the bottles, but there couldn't have been, I rinse them out really well, so... what was it? The bottles? The formula! She has finally got enfamil and I tried to mix the two for an easy switch, but the last bottle of the night was a complete Enfamil bottle and she was fine...? Not sure, we'll see. She's been spitting out her bottle lately because of tummy aches (good ol' Similac).

Annie was on Enfamil so these problems are foreign to me.

Anyway, I will add more later. Finally got new batteries for the camera so there should be some new pictures soon.

When you're a parent...

You can make a bottle in five seconds flat and put a bib on your baby in less than two.

You appreciate the meaning of the word "nap" regardless of it's length.

Diapers don't scare you, neither does getting what's inside of them all over yourself.

Time is fleeting. One day you children are three weeks old, and the next day they are three years old.

The definition of a "clean house" is everything but kid paraphenalia off the floor and thrown into their own room on their floor.

Your bed is never made (if it is, you're insane, don't you have better things to do?)

My bed is almost always made.

Your second joy (after your kids, of course) is a 7 minute shower in which you can wash your hair, body, and shave your legs all while having a conversation with one of your children who is reading a book on your bathroom floor...

When you're a parent, your bed is always full... and usually so is your heart.

Even the most doubtful of people have their lives change in a single moment.

When you're a parent, the things you thought would look totally stupid on a less than ten pound body turn out to be the cutest and they only get better as your kids get older... until you reach puberty.

You're convinced that your child is the cutest, smartest, funniest thing... ever. It's true.

You find yourself talking about them, always.

And so, that my friends... is just an insight. I have a quiet moment, so I should probably go to bed now. Peace out.