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My Montage 8/26/08

My baby is gone

Here is a montage I did for my baby's first year. It took me forever because I couldn't decide what pictures to use. Each and every picture takes me back to the day I took them. I'm so blessed to be a mommy and I'm more blessed to be Nadia Siobhan's mommy.
Although I'm sad that my baby is growing up, I look forward to watching her grow into a toddler, little girl, teenager, young lady, and a woman. She makes me so proud.
Now go get some tissue and enjoy!

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I'm in denial

My baby will be one in exactly 8 days. She is starting to get presents in the mail and it's like time as gotten away from me. At first, we (the three of us) were planning on just going to the zoo, open her presents, and eat cake. Now I want to decorate the house and have a small get together. I don't know if I'm in denial because none of our family will be here to help her celebrate or just the simple fact that I'm not ready for her to grow up. My precious is turning one! What am I going to do? How am I going to get through this? I asked my mom how mothers do it and this is what she told me,

"You look at their pictures to hold onto them being little and dependent on you and then you

smile at what they have become! You let them crawl into your lap/bed even as teenagers

when they work your next to last nerve; you cry at their weddings, your cry when they

move away, you cry when they move away with your grandchildren-I guess tears are the

cleaning mechanism."

I cried when she first told me that and I'm getting teary eyed typing it. I can only imagine what I will be like on August 27. I must go now and cuddle with my little, big girl.

Our fun weekend

We went to a pig roast Saturday and Nadia had a blast. It was in a town called Wittlich, about an hour north of here near Trier. The story goes that the gate guard lost the iron pin to keep the gate closed, so he used a carrot to secure the gate. A pig ate the carrot, the gate came open, and the enemy ransacked the town. Afterward, they (the towns people)gathered up all the pigs and roasted them. So annually, they have a pig roast in honor of this tradition.



There was also a parade and carnival. Nadia went on a merry-go-round, a Ferris wheel, and she road a horse. I was one proud momma. She wasn't too sure of the horse but she rode it anyway. All in all, we had a great time, and the pig was delicious.



Sunday was a BEAUTIFUL day so we decided to put Nadie in her little pool. Of course she loved it and she cried when we put it up. Corey swears she is going to beat Michael Phelps' record in swimming. lol His expectations are soo high...poor child.

The longest 5 minutes of my life.

I locked myself out of the house with Nadia inside. I had just put her in her high chair and given her her bottle. I don't strap her in any longer because she knows how to get out of it. She has figured out that she can stand up in her high chair so we usually sit in front of her while she's eating.
It's garbage day and I hear the truck outside getting our trash. Without thinking I run outside to put the garbage can up. I don't think to unlock the door. I don't think to grab my keys. I don't think to put Nadia on the floor. I just get up and go. As soon as I remember that the door is locked, it shuts. I immediately start to panic. I run to the back door. Locked. I run to the basement door. Locked as well. Thankfully our landlords lives right behind us. The only problem is that they don't speak English and I don't speak German. We normally communicate through their son and he's hardly home.
I knock on the door and the daughter answers and I ask for Jacob (the son) and she shakes her head. I ask if they have an extra key to the house and she looks at me for a moment and then shrugs her shoulders. As I'm walking back I see the dad. I run to him and start motioning with my hand keys starting a car. He points to the car and I say "No. House". I walk him to the door and show him it is locked. He says "Baby?" and I point inside the house. At this point I think he can tell I'm panicking and he runs to the house. He comes back with a young boy and a ladder. I'm just praying to myself that Nadia hasn't decided to stand up and I'm imagining the worst. I look inside the window but I can't see anything. I don't hear her crying which lets me know she is okay. The young boy climbs to the window upstairs and somehow manages to get inside. I thank them about a million times (which is one of the few things I know how to say in German) and run inside. Of course Nadia is looking at me like I'm crazy when I pick her up. The father jokingly pats his pants pocket and does the key sign as to say "Keep your keys in your pocket". Lesson learned!

Strollerobics is the devil!!!

In my billionth attempt to get in shape, I enrolled in strollerobics. It's one hour, twice a week for 6 weeks. I'm in so much pain, I don't even know what to do. I'm talking sprints, lunges, sit-ups, push-up, leg lifts, squats, suicides and all other kinds of running exercises all while pushing a stroller (minus the sit-up and push-ups). The instructor really pushes me to the point that I just want to yell at her. But I guess that's her job. And when I think about it, I really need someone to push me no matter how much she gets on my nerves. I didn't think it was going to be so intense, especially with me being a beginner. We even worked out in the rain! Now you know I wasn't too happy about that. I have muscles hurting that I didn't even know I had. Plus, I'm still riding my bike and we try to ride for about 30 minutes a night. I guess it really is true- No pain, No gain. Nadia gets a kick out of watching me struggle and sweat like a pig. Hopefully soon, the soreness will subside and I will actually look forward to going to class. For some reason that really made me laugh. LOL

It was a good day

I woke up to breakfast in bed and Nadia taken care of. It must have been a special occasion. And it was...my birthday. Yep, I'm 32 years old. Corey baked me a carrot cake (my favorite) and he got me a bicycle with a child's seat. Then we kinda just drove around Germany (this area anyways). Later that night we went riding. I haven't rode a bike since I was in middle school and I'm feeling it. My thighs are on fire! Nadia didn't like the helmet at first but once we started riding she got used to it.

Here's the carrot cake that Corey made for me. He tortured me by making it on Sunday and told me I couldn't have any until Monday. That cake was calling my name but I respected his wishes and wanted until Monday night. YUMMY!! Now the hard part is not eating it all in one weeks time.

Also my niece and nephews sent me a birthday card. They sent me the same card that I sent to my twin from Nadia. Last year we got the same card for each other and a couple of years ago we sent out the same Christmas cards. It's funny how that happens. I guess great minds do think alike. :) When I called them to thank them for the card, Jada responded, "What card? I didn't get you a birthday card". She really speaks her mind. She's only three years old but I don't think she is gonna let anyone run over her. They make being an aunt the next best thing to being a mommy!

I was trying to find a picture of my sister and I together but I don't have any recent ones. I guess we are always the ones behind the camera. Here are some pictures of us when we were younger.

All in all, it was a very good day. I look forward to celebrating many, many more!