Things that don't last like they used to ...

Inspired by Meredith's blog!!

1. Money. Where does it go? I remember when $10 allowance would last me a week. It doesn't even cover a meal anymore!

2. My figure. In high school I could have a candy bar and a coke every day and still fit in my size 2 jeans. What happened? I can eat a salad every day now and I'm still in a size 6ish.

3. Hair color. Wow what prenatal vitamins do to the growth of my hair! It grows so fast, thus the color grows off so fast...thus back to the $ issue...

4. The evening hours. Yeahhhhh....they use to last all night....now they last until 3 am...then 5 am.... :)

5. Things around the house(with Gus). Lets see, he has chewed up his 3rd pair of shoes and the corner of 2 8x10 rugs. Repeat after me "I love that dog, I love that dog, I love that dog!"

6. Maternity leave. I realize that this isn't something that I haven't done in the past, but it sure is going by fast this time! She is already 6 weeks...that means I only have 3 1/2 more weeks with Reegan....brings tears just thinkin' about it!

Cutie Patootie!!!!

Sorry ‘bout your BAD luck

There are 2 crosses on the side of the road where we turn to go to one of the whitetail ranches. They’re at a stop sign that is pretty hard to see until you are right up on it. The names on the crosses are Gloria and Vanessa. Sooooo…..every time we go to the ranch and pass the crosses it’s the rule that you have to say Hi to Glo’ and Van’ and say “Sorry ‘bout your bad luck”!

Reegan was all dressed up cutie patootie the other day when she pooped so powerfully (with a noise that sounded like a grown man!) it ran down her pants leg and was on her toes! Reegan my sweet baby….“Sorry ‘bout your bad luck”.

One of the ranches that we hunt on was suppose to sell on Friday….which means that we would have had to move all of the hunters to other ranches….it was going to be a huge ordeal…..but the people buying it hit a snag and now it won’t close for a couple more weeks…..which means they were able to hunt the ranch all weekend….and killed a deer that scored 182! Hey Mr. Ranch Buyer Dude….”Sorry ‘bout your bad luck”!

My Mothers ex-husband who donated the sperm to produce me (ok, ok he’s my father…but only biologically)…has been playing the ‘poor pitiful me’ card around town because he hasn’t gotten to see Reegan. TRUST ME I definitely haven’t inquired about him, people just seem to think I actually WANT or care about this information. We have not spoken in over 5 years, and it was barely every 6 months for years before that. (Incase you were wondering my life has been wonderful and MUCH less complicated without him in it!) To set the record straight he does not have a grandchild…his daughter has a child. He made his decision A LONG time ago about how our relationship would work…if he wanted grandchildren in his life he should have thought of that then. I remember when I was twelve years old and poured my heart out in a letter to him basically begging for him to want me, to love me, and to want to be more involved in my life. He stuffed the letter in a drawer and refused to talk about it….Nothing ever changed…it only got worse. DON’T think that is the ONLY reason we don’t speak, it was just a SMALL, small example. Soooo here’s to you Mr. Sperm Donor “SORRY ‘BOUT YOUR BAD LUCK”.

Ta-Da!

I am alive! Really I am! Aaaaannnnndddd I have had some sleep! I'm a new woman. With my Mom staying over and taking feeding #1 last night, and Reegan being absolutely exhausted I was able to sleep for almost 7 CONSECUTIVE hours! Woo-Hoo!

Lets see...whats new in my life...I've been peed on, pooped on, puked on....and its all ok! Never thought I'd say that! :)

Koby's week long hunt started Monday...that means 7 days and 7 nights with no Koby. Even when I was pregnant Reegan wasn't without his voice for that long! Thank goodness for Moms because I couldn't do it with out her! Who knew taking care of an 8 lb hungry bag of poop and puke would be so hard some days!

Heather and Mere came ...mmm....2 weeks ago (it's been a while since I blogged). Reegan loved them. By the end of the weekend Mere was a pro at 'handoffs' and Heather was great at stepping in as mom (and giving advice!).

Pictures!

Here is the link to our maternity pictures and Reegan's infant pics. She was kinda irritated that day so I'm surprised we got any good ones at all! http://howell.photoherald.com/

I had 5 more pgphs earlier but when I uploaded they got lost! AHHHHHHH!

Short and sweet version:

Reegan is wonderful! She loves to eat and be held and we do plenty of both!

Heather and Mere are coming tomorrow! Hip-hip Horray!