Sunday, June 29, 2008

Ainslie's First Carousel Ride

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Lovin' it!


Mommy's Big Girl.


Yes, she wears the tutu in public places.
(Quite fashionably, I might add!)


Such a thrill!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Ella's First Dental Visit!

Here is Ella at her very first dental visit. She did everything she was asked like a seasoned pro! She got all those sugar bugs off and was happy to be cavity free. Her hygienist said she was really good with "Mr. Thirsty" too. That's the sucky thing that sucks all the water out of your mouth.

I don't know what was more exciting for her, the Cinderella tooth brush she got to pick out, or the overwhelming amount of stuff in the treasure box. She finally decided on a wooden yo-yo that she insists is a shell and not a yo-yo. The staff at The Woodlands Pediatric Dentistry was AWESOME! Thanks to my friend Kahla and her blog, I found a great dental office.


Ella and Dr. Andersen
Ella shows off her bright, shiny smile!
Ella picks out her Cinderella toothbrush after her cleaning!

Naked Baby at Table 12?

Poor baby Ainslie. She has teething troubles. And, after her last bout of teething when her bottom teeth came in, we quickly realized that she gets hit hard. And as those top teeth try to cut through, this time has been no easier, or less dramatic!

One of Ainslie's side effects, aside from crankiness and fever is extreme and violent diarrhea. I am not being dramatic here. It comes frequent and fast, so I have learned to be prepared for anything. But, sometimes I am slow and it takes me a while.

The other night my Mimi and our family were celebrating her birthday at Cedar Landing. This is by no means THE fanciest restaurant, but it is pricey and it doesn't have a drive-thru, so I think you get the idea. Brian had to go to school, so it was just me and the girls, all the way out to Lake Houston. When we got to the restaurant, we met my Dad, who was the only one there so far, and sat with him outside on the patio, looking over the lake. Ainslie was asleep, but shortly after we sat down, she woke up, made a funny face, turned red and KAPLOWEE! During teething, you always know when "business has been made" because it's not quiet, its a huge explosion that you can actually hear!

So, I grab her, a diaper, a some wipes and Ella says she wants to go too. So, off we go. If I would have known how far away the restroom was, I would have re-written the lyrics to "Over the River and Through the Woods, to Grandmother's House We Go," to "Through 2 dining rooms and a foyer, down the long hallway with the mirror where Ella has to stop and admire herself, through the bar, up the ramp, to the bathroom we all shall go." HOLY COW! Could the bathroom BE any farther away? The entire trek there, which seemed like something from "Monty Python's Search For the Holy Grail" Ella keeps complaining more and more of the smell. "It smells in here Mommy! It's really stinky!" I keep trying to explain it's Ainslie and not the restaurant.

We FINALLY arrive at the bathroom and I rush the three of us in the big stall with the changing table. The smell REALLY is getting worse, and Ella keeps on insisting its the bathroom. As I lay Ainslie down, I realize the horrible truth. She has leaked out the side of her diaper high onto the sides of her outfit, out on to my arm -- my entire forearm! HOLY POOP! Literally! I had left the rest of my stuff, including an extra set of clothes, in my diaper bag at the table.

What can I do? Think, think, think. Use your noodle, Dusti. I can't send Ella back, she'll get lost at the mirror and keep staring at herself until someone sends a search party. I could wait here until my grandma comes looking for us when she gets here.... possible. I could walk back through the dinning rooms/bar/hallway/foyer with this "stuff" all over me and Ainslie and make everyone who is eating barf, or lose their appetite at best. The manager surely wont' appreciate that. What to do, what to do? This is like SURVIVOR, no tools, only my wits to help me, except I have a baby and a 3 year old?!

The only option that truly made sense was taking off her outfit, cleaning her up and putting a new diaper on her. Ella bawks about the smell and I cringe as the onesie-outfit is smearing liquid poop all over my baby as I pull it up and over her head. I can only imagine what Ainslie is thinking as she looks up at me with a face that can only mean, "What EXACTLY did I do in my short 8 months on earth to deserve this sort of treatment?!"

We come out of the stall and are all alone in the bathroom. I am trying to decide if this is good or bad. I guess no one really wants to watch me wash out poop in the sink with one hand as I hold a naked baby in the other arm. Or have to graciously decline if I desperately ask for help. "Ya wanna wash out the poop, or hold the stinky, naked baby?"

As I wash, I am coming to the realization that I am going to have to take that long, long, long walk back through the restaurant with a mostly naked baby in one arm and a drenched, poopy smelling onesie in the other hand. Hmmm... pleasant.

I walk down the hall and try to graciously smile at the employees and patrons staring at my gang. The quote from Sweet Home Alabama, "You have a baby....in a bar," passes through my mind as we pass through the bar and an ugly guy with a dirty fishing hat stares at me. I think the movie would have been funnier if the baby would have been only in a diaper. A waitress asks me if Ainslie is OK as we pass through the main dining room. "Yeah, she's teething and it gets messy." I reply. What else am I going to say?

I get back the where our table is and find my grandma. I hand her Ainslie and a fresh dress, and say, "Here. Please put this on her."

Needless to say, I will NEVER go to the bathroom without the ENTIRE CONTENTS of my diaper bag, or my cell phone -- EVER AGAIN! How am I going to do this with 3 children? I will admit though, if something like that ever happened with Ella as a baby, I probably would have sat with her on the floor in tears because I would have felt so inept and like I had failed my child. I don't think I am any better now at being prepared or capable -- maybe a little wiser for the wear, but I do think I AM calmer. I don't get worked up about things like that, or punish myself for letting things fall through the cracks. I guess having a sense of humor through situations of desperation and humiliation is really what helps you get through it all!

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Picture Mosaics

Here is a mosaic of pictures I did, based on an idea from my friend, Rooney. I also asked my 3 year old the same questions and let her pick her own pictures to make one. It's pretty fun! Instructions are at the bottom if you'd like to try it!
Dusti's Mosaic


Ella's Mosaic

The concept:
Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search. Using only the first page, pick an image. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

The Questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Think Outside the Bun

It's funny how quickly kids pick things up. Say for instance, Drive-thru ordering. I am sad to say that my 3-year-old has become quite proficient at it.

When Brian or I order at a drive-thru and speak loudly, Ella has recently begun to take that as a challenge to be EVEN LOUDER than the person ordering. She usually shouts over the top of us, "I WANT CHICKEN & FRUIT!" or "I WANT TEA!" or "CAN I HAVE SOME CHEESE, PLEASE!?" It's really very cute. However, on this special night she wanted something different. Brian was having a hankerin' for some Taco Cabana. So as he began to order his tacos, Ella YELLED this, "CAN I HAVE 69 NAPKINS, PLEASE? I NEED SOME PAMCAKES! I NEED SOME PICKLES, TOO!"

I guess she was trying to be creative and "think outside the bun" so to speak.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Ella's Sunflower Pictures


Ella has been "diggin" sunflowers, lately. Here are some pics I took of her outside of our house with some cool flowers I purchased a Wal-mart. Enjoy!

Summer is finally here!


I am happy to say that summer vacay is officially here for the Moran family. We haven't done much, although there is so much to do. It seems we have spent most of our time driving around the Conroe area, looking for our future home. So far we have come up with prospects that have us sorta excited, but NOT SUPER-PSYCHED!
So, continue to be in prayer for us as we make these crazy decisions.

We had some celebrations last week that I was unable to share with you guys -- mainly because I was too tired after my never-ending, out-in-the-heat-all-day, field days. But, now that I have somewhat recovered I am excited to announce that we bought a piano! :)
Ella LOVES her new piano! Daddy has already taught her the difference between high notes and low notes and she loves to play the opposite ends of the keys to hear the difference in sound. She also "plays" a lot of "songs" and dedicates them to Ainslie, or Strawberry Shortcake or other dolls. She always says, "Listen Mommy, I'm going to play your song."


Grumpie turned the big 6-0 on June 1st! Ella was so excited to help Grammie shop for his birthday presents. She got to pick out her own gifts for him, and I know Grumpie loved them.

In other exciting news, Ainslie has REALLY gotten into pulling up on ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. She is a total go-getter and we can definitely tell a HUGE difference in her and Ella's personality. She is into everything! She recently got over a nasty ear infection and is cutting her 3rd tooth in the last month. Needless to say, she has an excuse to be a little cranky, but she has been a total trooper throughout it all. She also just got her 3rd haircut in the short 7 1/2 months she's been alive. Man, this gal has some hair!

I am trying to upload some video of her pulling up on our ottoman. This is experimental, so let me know if you see it and what you think!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Three days of...

Playing "Pirates" during field day in 95 degree weather;
This was the test I had to pass in order for school to be out.

Now, what do I have to show for it?

Killer Farmer-Tan!

Today is my LAST OFFICIAL DAY as a PE teacher.


SCHOOL'S OUT, YA'LL!

ME:

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I have 2 lovely daughters and 2 handsome sons, who keep me very busy and a husband who keeps me grounded. I received my BA in Graphic Design Communication in 2003. A year and a half later after working in corporate America as a graphic designer and living through my OWN REAL LIFE "OFFICE SPACE" I got certified as art teacher. I have been teaching since the fall of 2004.