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Lately...

Feeling discouraged and missing Mark.
I'm disliking work more and more.
I'm teaching a sweet new Navy Nurse how to be a L&D nurse, so that is making it bearable. It's hard to be unhappy when you are with a pretty, joyful, Jesus loving person all day.
I'm spending the majority of my days off in Dagny's room, on the floor.
I'm not cooking. I feel very uninspired in the food realm.
I'm letting my house get too cluttered with folded laundry and toy piles.
Too much time is going in between vacuuming for a crawling baby and my shedding hair.
I'm drinking a lot of coffee. Way more than usual. Or maybe it's that I'm getting a fresh cup more often.
I've been anxiously waiting for Mark to get his starting spot back. He's way better than the other guy, and the games aren't as fun to watch.
But I'm practicing patience at the same time.
Drinking wine and eating bread.
I'm going to bed before I clean the kitchen.
I've never been so inlove with Dagny.
I'm not reading anything but want to be reading everything.
Except when Mark reads the Bible at night before we go to bed. I seem to always fall asleep a few words in, so in the morning I've been catching up.
I've been envious of Mark's life in Toronto. He's going to fashion shows and player Galas, riding bicycles and trying new restaurants. Hanging with players and their wives.
I have been bitter about Dagny going to a nanny and even though everything is fine there, I seem to think it's terrible.
I've bought some pretty new things like art and a blanket and new sun hats for the two of us.
I'm hoping the weather stays like this all summer but that's silly.
Listening to Puccini.
I don't really know what to blog about besides Dagny.

She's Movin!

Dagny is on the move! I changed her crib just in time. She's learned to crawl, and is climbing over everything. She is even pulling herself to her feet. Her favorite thing to do is climb all over me while I'm laying on the floor. Pulling my hair, grabbing and pinching my face. She's also trying out the Mowgli crawl but hasn't made any distance. It's hard to believe there is a greater time than right now with this baby. I feel like all of these changes happened at once. One of my happiest moments after that two weeks of sickness hell was when I put my finger in her mouth and felt a tooth for the first time! She now has two. It is absolutely impossible to get a picture of them to show Mark, but today when we were walking I saw both of them when she smiled at me. I'm not sure there is anything cuter.

The last morning of her in the beautiful vintage iron crib. Until my next newborn. 

I love walking into the room to have her immediately crawl for me smiling like this. 

How pretty is this story. 

I know I probably need to lower the mattress. 

Dagny's face in this picture is my favorite.

I never knew matching would be so fun. 

Days in Santa Rosa

When I have more than a couple days off I make my way to 30A. I can only stand this house with out Mark for so long. I also like to drink mimosas and wine with someone I can have an actual conversation with. Thus to SRB we go and it looks a little like this every time:

I treasure my quiet days at home with Dagny. But it's nice to escape to 30A when our situation gets too much and too sad for me. 

A Messy Weekend, a Terrible Mama

Dagny has been sick for about a week and a half now. It started with red puffy eyes that would be crusted shut when she woke up. A runny and congested nose came shortly after. Bulb suctioning and saline is something we've gotten used to this winter. At her routine check up last week the Doc said her cold could last another two weeks, reassured me that a baby has an average of 7 colds in their first year, and that she could still get her shots. He also said her cold was in her chest now. Bringing on the cough. We managed the next couple days. That is until Thursday when my nanny texted me that Dags had already had three dirty diapers. Sorry if it's TMI, but this is where it gets messy. For a typical 6 month baby that's no big deal, but Dagny has been a once a weeker if not longer since the day she was born. I know, lucky me. I wasn't worried, the nanny did admit to feeding her every two hours the day before which is about twice as much as Dags usually eats. So naturally I attributed it to that. We decided to head to Santa Rosa to spend the weekend with my family. Dagny continued to have blow out after blow out. I stopped blaming it on the day of over feeding, but started to think it was a tooth coming in or the fact that I had introduced solids the week before. Who knows. In any case I didn't complain because I've been so lucky the last 6 months. The color and consistency started to change too, but that didn't stop us from spending an entire day at seaside. It was a beautiful day. Brunch in the morning, in the sun and the green the rest of the day, in the sun. Mary Kate and I called it a day about the same time I noticed Dag's pink cheeks. By the time we were back at Mary Kate's house, Dagny had a full blown sunburn. This is where I'm a terrible mama part 1. I like to think it wasn't all my fault, but ultimately I'm responsible. I forgot her sun hat and haven't started putting sunscreen on her. The doctor even told me babies now a days don't get enough sunlight... I also left her asleep in her stroller in the shade when Mary Kate and I went to walk around the shops baby free. By the time I came back she was awake and being passed around. No one seemed to know what the matter was with her, but if you checked her diaper you would of seen she was sitting in poop for who knows how long. Still in the sun we stayed because once her diaper was clean she was having a blast. So my fault again. The burn didn't seem to bother her, but it kept getting pinker. That night was rough, but its tough to say if it was the burn or her uncontrollable bottom. Probably both. It wasn't until the morning that Dagny really seemed off. She all of a sudden was inconsolable and wiggling out of control. She seemed very uncomfortable and out of character. Mk got a bath ready and I laid her on her belly where she immediately went into the the fetal position. I took off her diaper and low and behold there was a very angry red bottom and hooha. My poor baby. Terrible mama part 2. It came out of nowhere, I would of seen it sooner seeing how I had changed her diaper 1 billion times in the last two days. But how could it not of occurred to me to start putting something on that skin to protect it with how often she was going! Her diaper bag is always stocked with cream, I just never thought to use it...Woe is Dagny. Sunburnt, congested, coughing, sensitive raw nose, upset tummy and now an angry bottom. A cooling bath helped calm her down. She rested naked in the towel on my chest for awhile. She didn't want to leave my arms and seemed exhausted. That day was long. Every time Dagny peed it seemed like she had fire ants in her pants. When I went to change her she acted as if I was putting them there. I came back to Pensacola because I was starting to feel sick and wondered if I was going to need to take this baby to the doctor. Since we've been home she's been naked and seems to be more comfortable. I'm trying to let that bottom air out. Mark thinks I might as well potty train her now. I told him he could come right home and do that. I've stopped using wipes and she's gotten a lot of baths. I'm on my third load of soiled towel laundry. So it's been messy. I like to think she's had a viral infection and it's finally moved down and is working its way out of her system. If it goes on much longer I'll take her to the doctor. I do feel terrible, but I don't really think I'm a terrible mama. I've just learned a valuable lesson or two the hard way. Number one being don't have too many mimosas on a sunny day unless you've brought a sun hat for your baby.

Five little things that made my week...

1. This pink throw and how pretty it is with my couch. 

2. New stripes for me and new stripes for Dagny. 

3. Dagny's new expressions.

4. This sweet art "just because" from my sister Clementine.

5. When my mom and sister came to Pensacola and we drank lots of sparkles. Look how pretty MK is.

I hope you had a wonderful week. Cheers to the weekend! And hello March. 

An All Knowing Six Month Old

Sweet Dagny is 6 months old. She is the busiest and smiliest baby of them all. Mary Kate says it best when she says Dagny has "all knowing" eyes. Hank was the same way! She is aware of everything and interested in everybody. Right now she is determined to crawl. She gets up on all fours and rocks back and forth, ready to take off. When you think she's going to do it, she flops to her belly and army crawls to her object of interest. I leave the room for one minute and come back to find her under the crib or in the closet. She's content and quiet with her toys, but more than ever prefers face to face interactions. She's still a peanut at 14.3 lbs, long and lean like her daddy. She's starting to try new foods like oatmeal, mango and bread. Her favorite was the baguette which means she's just like me! A rotten cold has slowed down the food fun. Dags can't seem to breathe while trying to figure out how to swallow something other than milk. The biggest change is the hair, coming in strong!

Five things I love about Dags: 

The way she balls up her fists and rubs her eyes.

When she puts her hands on my face and rests her head on my chest. 

I love that she smiles and coos at me when I sing to her.  

At five am she is sleepy and happy at the same time but can hardly keep her head up. 

When I come back into her line of sight she smiles so big at me. 

Five things Mark loves most about Dagny:

"I love when we communicate via spit bubbles.

I love when she smiles so big when anyone talks to her and gives her compliments.

I love that she tries so hard and is determined to get places by scooting.

I love that she wakes up smiling. 

I love seeing her reach out for her mama."