Blessings in disguise....

As I have gone back to work, I have become a morning person. Not by choice, but out of desire. The burning desire I have to spend the afternoon with my little darling. So, the earlier I get to the office the earlier I get home. I tend to leave the house around 5:30am. For those of you that have known me for sometime, I am NOT a morning person. I repeat NOT A MORNING PERSON.

This morning Ralph is in Saint Louis on business. This leaves Gia and I together (lucky me ;). My alarm must have been set incorrectly, but Gia had a serious bout of gas…..at 5:00am. What are the chances!

So here’s to little blessings in disguise. As much as I would have loved to sleep in, I love my afternoons with my girl. Due to some gas, I am out of the house on time and will be home to take a walk and cozy up with my girl tonight!

Take time to count your blessings….

I forgot my wallet today. I feel very silly. I went to order Miss Kate’s birthday present and Miss G’s diaper rash cream online only to discover that my wallet is not in my purse. I am hoping that it fell out of my purse and is on the floor board of my car, but that is certainly not the way luck usually has it for me.

It has been quite a long time since I have lost blogged and I really wish that I had more inspiration to guide me today. Unfortunately, I am pretty tired and my throat is a bit scratchy. A few exciting things, Gia has a nubby little tooth. She walks around chewing on anything and everything she can get her mouth on. It melts my heart. Everything she does melts my heart. I adore her. Ralph went to the Raider game yesterday and we were lucky enough to have a girls day. When in the Baby Bjorn she reaches back to hug me. She is the best!

I will blog later with something more interesting. Have a great Monday!

PINXAV

Gia's diaper rash is not completely gone, but it is "considerably better"....thanks so much to this wonderful, amazing, product PINXAV (pronounced Pink Salve) that I was introduced to by a wonderful lady named McCall. (I would love to link you to her darling's blog, but I am not that savvy). But this stuff is a miracle worker. In one night it has cleared a rash that I have done absolutely EVERYTHING for!

Pediatrician stumped, Endocrinologist stumped, Gastroenterologist stumped....another mom....saves the day! For this, I send out a hearty thank you!

A side note, I did some research and apparently this diaper miracle also can work wonders for mommy's' skin everywhere! Do some googling and let me know if your not sold.....I will personally send you some!

Boo-boo's

I am not sure why, but from the minute Gia was born, Ralph began to call her Boo-boo. Oddly enough, this is the same term of endearment that my parents bestowed upon me when I was just a wee little one. This is a term that we use often and just fits our little darling. Unfortunately, my little Boo Boo has a boo boo.

For the past two months, Gia has had a very, very ANGRY diaper rash. Much to everyone's dismay, we can not make it heal. Four perscription diaper rash creams, sleeping naked for nights at a time, hair dryer galore after each diaper change. Nothing. It is still there as angry as ever. To make matters worse, it just causes her so much pain. Said differenlty, causes me much pain. It is true what they say, "It hurts me more than it hurts you".

To see this litlle perfect girl in so much pain breaks my heart. It literally makes me cry. I just want so badly to make her feel better. So, for all the mom's out there...do you have any suggestions? Old wives tails?

Just so you know, we've tried every diaper on the market (Pedi recoomends no fragrance, no bleach so nix Pampers, Huggies and Luvs), every diaper rash cream, every sitz bath that I am aware of. So PLEASE, PLEASE....I am calling all mom troopers. Ask your friends...any crazy remedies I am willing to try!

Thanks,
Gia's sad mommy that wants to make her feel better

Basking in the Glow of a Green Light

Lately, I can’t help but drool when I sleep. I am so dang tired that the moment my head hits the pillow I zonk out. Much to my husbands dismay. Now that I am a working mother, I have such admiration for the many mothers (mine included) that have done this year in and year out.

There is now a monitor that resides on my night stand. It has a green light that denotes (complete assumption here) that everything is in working order with the electronic wiring. There is really nothing wrong with this except for the fact that I like to sleep in complete and total darkness. Like a cave. Cold and pitch black. This green light is like a beacon in the night. It seems that every time I roll over or fluff a pillow that dern green light is blaring in my face. Startling me from my peaceful slumber (to add fuel to the flame, there is a little girl that tends to do this as well….but she is much sweeter and too fabulous to be as frustrating as this light). Waking me from my very limited sleep. Denying me of my beauty rest.

As I am trudging through life on limited re fueling I began to wonder….”How many things do we have blaring in our lives that we can’t turn off?” Which ones are the precious darling little ones that are startling you from your life for something worthy. Something necessary that needs attention and what is like the green light. What is bothering you, disturbing you, bothering you that can so simply be eliminated? What can just be turned off so that you can still answer the necessary calls but no longer be aggravated by the green glow.

Tonight I am turning off the green light in my room and in my head. There are too many real things that I lose sleep over to let the green light thoughts fill my brain and add to my frustration. Let’s make today…TURN OFF THE GREEN LIGHT DAY!!!!

Holly Ascraft

Holly Ashcraft, a 22 year old suspended USC student received a reduced charge of manslaughter today after her defense attorney Mark Geragos (the man with high morals Michael Jackson, Scott Peterson’s attorney) claimed that the baby was stillborn when she placed him in the dumpster therefore it is not murder because there was no intent.

A little background…..this is the SECOND time this murderer has claimed to have a still birth. The first time the authorities where unable to find the babies body. Yes, you read that correctly.

As I have read and researched this story, my blood begins to boil. I am mortified that our society places such little importance on human life. I am not making excuses for Michael Vic and his dog fighting escapades, but he is receiving more media scrutiny than a baby killer. Not only a one time baby killer, but TWICE.

What is wrong with the world today? I am disgusted and mortified.

Go Tell Aunt Nancy

Go tell Aunt Nancy, go tell Aunt Nancy

Go tell Aunt Nancy the old gray goose is dead

It's the one she's been saving, the one she's been saving

The one she's been saving to make a feather bed

Now yes, I am well aware this is a very morbid song. But for some odd reason this is the lullaby that my grandfather used to sing to me.

As many of you know, I have always loved the stage. Especially musicals. And now every night Gia’s room morphs into my performing arena. Really more of an acoustic showing from about 9-9:30. An exclusive Unplugged performance for Miss G. I sing anything and everything from Christmas carols, the made up songs my mother used to sing to me, old southern folk tunes, Broadway musical scores and of course….Go Tell Aunt Nancy.

Last night was no different than any other. Gia was drifting to dream land and I was the fortunate party to be holding her tight. I began to sing Go Tell Aunt Nancy and suddenly my mind wandered to laying on the front room of my grandparents house and my grandpa singing me to sleep.

So many of you never met this wonderful man; including my daughter or husband. But some of you were lucky enough to have a moment at Grandparent’s day or while they were visiting Houston. My grandpa would sing just about anything and for any occasion. I really think that is where my love of song comes from. He sang so much that my dad spoke about it in depth during his eulogy. It is one of the things I remember so fondly on.

In Gia’s room last night my mind took me back. Like a black and white movie of days gone by. So vivid, so real that I really thought I was there. Back to the days when I was a blonde little girl with missing teeth. A little girl that didn’t have a care in the world and wanted nothing more than cowboy toast and a milkshake made by my grandpa. Eating watermelon on the levy. Going through Aunt Daisy and Gretch’s junk at the house on the Avenue. Eating fried chicken that I never liked. All from one song.

So as much as my husband or other moms mock my awful singing I won’t stop. One day after I am gone Gia will be brought back to that place. Me singing to her with all of my might and all of my heart. She won’t remember that it was off key or realize how horrendous the lyrics were until much later in life. And at that point it won’t matter. She will know that it was all done out of love and devotion for her. In the words of Stephen C. “I’m making memories here. I’m making memories.”