Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A new business venture???

I am a nurse and have no intention of being anything else. I LOVE my job and cannot imagine there is anything more fulfilling than taking a scary, sometimes horrible situation and making it tolerable to a parent. I work in the Pediatric ICU. Most of us CANNOT imagine what it would be like to have their child critically ill. I hope to have never experience it. However, my passions are taking care of Mississippi's kiddos to the best of my knowledge and taking care of Mississippi's kiddo's parents to the best of my heart. That being said....
I may have mentioned a time or two (or even three or a final four) that I also LOVE a good craft project. My mom has a fabulous sewing machine with a few awesome attachments. Namely, an applique and monogram program. We have had a ball using them and have created some adorable stuff. I thought some of the stuff I received when I was pregnant for Everett were the cutest things ever. We started thinking that we could probably do some of those things. Thus, we set out to try. Never hurt to try right? We ended up creating these for Ev's classmates at MMO for an end of the year happy.

We, then proceeded to attempt bloomers. Everyone loves a good bloomer, right?

And some burp cloths. Goodness knows, I used to heck out of a burp cloth with Shoogs.


Houndstooth for that Bama fan out there. I love houndstooth. We plan on monogramming "I drool crimson and white on this one."

Then, my neighborhood had a "Market in May" where local vendors made and sold their crafts. We (well, mostly me convincing Mom) decided that we could really do this. Our big problem is that A.)We suck at all things business related and B) We suck at all things media/logo design related. I was hoping to get help from one of my friends and whip up a quick logo on Photoshop but her computer is on the blink. Argh.
We do have a name already...Naptime Designs. Why you ask? Well, because that is the only time I'm able to sew and applique. During Shoog's naps. So, my honest friends, any ideas? What things do you buy friends having babies? I love all things baby related. We have even made a few outfits but they take a long time to make and we'd probably never get our money's worth.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Baby Angler

We have an annual crawfish out at my Dad's land in Ebenezer (read: the COOOWN-TRY). Dad has a catfish stocked pond in front of his house so Ev and I decided to wet a line. He was reel (get it...reel. harhar) interested in throwing the line out there and reeling it back in. However, when he realized there was an actual squirmy fish on the end of it, he clung to me like an alligator was coming after him. It made it easy for me though with him clinging to me like that. I didn't even have to hold him. Look ma, no hands. Tadaaa!

This is about as close to touching a fish as I'll get. I was pretty proud of myself. You know, I had to appear brave so my boy will take them off the line for me one day.

Hom came in to rescue us and get hook out of said fish's gum. Otherwise, the fishing day was over. I decided that if I caught a fish when no man was around to take it off, I would just leave it on the line, prop the pole near the water, and let the guy get himself off. Survival of the fittest. I think he'd have figured it out eventually.
Side note: When the men folk were talking about how to get rid of a coon this was the convo between my father in law and Dad:
FIL: Make sure you check your trap everyday.
Dad: Yeah, that's what I heard.
Me: (brow furrowed) Why would you have to check it everyday? I mean, what if you go on vacation?
FIL and Dad (in unison): Coons will eventually chew off their leg to get out of the trap.
Me: Fab.
Survival of the fittest, I tell you.

He was much happier when the fish was out of sight. Boy better get used to it! Wait until he's expected to skin a deer. He won't make it very long in Talullah if we don't whip him into shape. I probably could have helped out his cause if I'd have put him in a manly T-shirt instead of crawfish smocking. Made him feel the part, ya know?

Monday, May 9, 2011

18 months and Tubes

Well, after battling our 6-7th ear infection (who's counting at that point) in the span of 12 months, we are finally on tap for PE Tubes in the morning. I am more scared of the anesthesia than the procedure itself. I know it's routine, but the only "routine" surgery to me is one that's not on MY kid. Honestly, the whole situation makes me want to barf but I know we have to do it. If for nothing else, to get him some relief. He goes about 2 1/2- 3 weeks then he stops sleeping, gets fussy, refuses food, and then spikes a fever. This has been every 2 1/2-3 weeks since he was 6 months old. Not to mention, we had become somewhat concerned about his hearing. He talks CONSTANTLY (yeah, he looks just like me and got Momma's mouth too) but he didn't have too many appropriate words. he finally went about one month straight without an infection right before Easter and, all of the sudden, his vocabulary exploded. Then, another infection. Argh. Poor guy. Luckily, we have an UNBELIEVABLE pediatrician. I really don't know how Hom and I would've maintained our sanity without him. He is such a calming voice when we're at our wit's end. He makes it all better (for E as well as us) and now that he can't, Dr. Reed will! Thus, the Watts' family will be waking sometime around the 4:00 hour of the morn and heading up to the Children's Hospital. Please pray for our boy in the morning, if you think about it.
On a healthy note, he is 50% weight and 95% height. His head circumference is "off the charts" (apparently got my big ole melon too.) Looks like he's gonna be tall like his Uncle Jay and Paw Paw.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Two inches to trouble

There's not too much more growing to do for our boy before we will have to totally rearrange our house.