Im so bad.... but he loves it.
Ryan likes Nickelodeons show, Curious Buddies.
I know he is a baby, and the fact that I plop him in front of the TV is bad....but he likes it.
Just in case you have no idea what I am talking about....click the link below
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jHVFXLyCCw
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Tink with a 'tude
One of the many things my girls cant seem to get enough of during the long, cold winter weekends when we are stuck indoors....
Dress up.
Gracie's latest deserved a picture and a blog
I like to call this one....Tink with a 'tude
Friday, January 9, 2009
Go Gators!
Short and sweet...for once
YAY GATORS!!!!!!!!!!!!
BCS College football champions
Tim Tebow...my favorite gator (and not just cause he plays the best) Honestly...he has an awsome story to share.
YAY GATORS!!!!!!!!!!!!
BCS College football champions
Tim Tebow...my favorite gator (and not just cause he plays the best) Honestly...he has an awsome story to share.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Spit Happens
So apparently Ryan has an intolerance to any and all formulas Ive tried. Which at current count is 5 different ones (in no particular order):
-Enfamil
-Isomil
-Similac
-Similac Organic
-Enfamil AR
I thought he'd outgrown it. I was wrong.
The results are hours of puking...like amazingly terrible puking.
His tiny little body stiffens up, and from deep within him, he brings up everything in his round little baby belly with a force so powerful I truly believe it would rock a Hawaiian island.
His body wants it OUT!
I love breastfeeding and I love the benefits he gets from breastfeeding. He is a great little nurser and currently, the majority of time this is not an issue...but there are times when it would be helpful to have a supplement. Like today...Grace had a doctors appt and I didnt have time to pump a feeding before I had to leave, and unfortuantely he was sleeping for 2 hours before I had to go, so I knew he would be hungry before I got back. I only have 2 bags of frozen milk in the freezer currently, as he nurses so often that I dont know when I would have a chance to pump. These are the times the occasional bottle of formula would be very handy.
Im so frusterated...and I really hate being puked on. Im sure I hate it just as much as little Ryan hates puking.
Anyone know of any other formulas out there that I havent tried that might work? Someone said just going right to cows milk....something Im just not comfortable with. He JUST turned 3 months!
-Enfamil
-Isomil
-Similac
-Similac Organic
-Enfamil AR
I thought he'd outgrown it. I was wrong.
The results are hours of puking...like amazingly terrible puking.
His tiny little body stiffens up, and from deep within him, he brings up everything in his round little baby belly with a force so powerful I truly believe it would rock a Hawaiian island.
His body wants it OUT!
I love breastfeeding and I love the benefits he gets from breastfeeding. He is a great little nurser and currently, the majority of time this is not an issue...but there are times when it would be helpful to have a supplement. Like today...Grace had a doctors appt and I didnt have time to pump a feeding before I had to leave, and unfortuantely he was sleeping for 2 hours before I had to go, so I knew he would be hungry before I got back. I only have 2 bags of frozen milk in the freezer currently, as he nurses so often that I dont know when I would have a chance to pump. These are the times the occasional bottle of formula would be very handy.
Im so frusterated...and I really hate being puked on. Im sure I hate it just as much as little Ryan hates puking.
Anyone know of any other formulas out there that I havent tried that might work? Someone said just going right to cows milk....something Im just not comfortable with. He JUST turned 3 months!
Sporkville
What is Sporkville?
Sporkville is like a Springfield, or a Mt Pleasant,a Franklin or a Riverside. There is more then one of them in this country...but unlike these other common name places where Springfield, Michigan is vastly different then Springfield, Tennessee... Sporkville is like anywhere USA,they are all the same pretty much, give or take a few minor things...namely their location.
Sporkville, Michigan. Well, that would be where I live. No, you cant mapquest it...Im pretty sure it has the wrong coordinates. Im also fairly positive that you cant find its dot on a map either. I would be more then happy to tell you how to get here though and when you know youve entered it.
First, you will always find Sporkville near the tracks, usually on the other side of them. Why is that? I dont really know...but there it shall be. Secondly, the majority of the homes there will be more of a manufactured quality rather than the solidly built kind. If they arent manufactured they are in disrepair generally speaking. A lot of the times though, you get homes that are both manufactured and in disrepair.
Now moving onto the citizens of Sporkville (herein after known as Sporks). I would like to point out before going any further that not ALL Sporks fit this category. I personally do not, nor do my children, my friends, their children and a handful of others fit this category. First off, they seem to like plaid prints. I think it is the camoflauge of Sporkville....you wear plaid- you blend in. The majority also tend to smoke something, mainly cigarettes, but pipes and cigars are common (along with the illegal smokable substances) as well. Their language is a derivative of your typical English, just spoken in a broken, and slang filled form that pretty much focuses on breaking all the proper grammar rules we were taught in school. Namely, the double negative rule. Aint is very much an actual word here, along with the popular combination words like whadya, as in whadya think?. Racial words, offensive statements and profanity (sadly included in the vocabulary of even the youngest Sporkville residents-herein after known as Sporkees) is also commonly used and widely accepted here as well. Think... an unsensored Mater from Disney/Pixars Cars with a raunchy dash of Fox and MTV video awards thrown in.
You know that old saying that when you have less, you cherish it more? You value what you do have and tend to take better care of it? Well, this does NOT hold true to people here. For all you need to do is take a drive down the street, or watch the people in action. They dont take care of their homes, they dont take care of their cars.... heck, I dare say that many dont even take care of their little Sporkees, and these are irreplaceable! Now, I realize that due to financial issues you may not be able to buy the paint needed to spruce up your home, or give it the repairs needed. You may not be able to afford the nicest car...You obviously cant afford the height of fashion when it comes to your personal look either. HOWEVER cleaning your home costs you nothing, and keeping it that way is free as well! Showers are free and there is no limit or ration on how many one can have in a week or month...so go ahead! Shower daily!! Sporks just dont seem to take pride in what they have...even if it is very little. These items are treated like they can just easily be discarded and replaced on a whim. Where this mentality comes from, I have no idea. I cant afford to run out and buy a new house when mine finally collapses from not being kept up. I cant run to the car lot and pick up a new car because my old one fell apart because I didnt keep up with the maintenence on it. Im constantly fixing little things here and there and doing any preventative stuff to make what I do have last longer.
The cavalier way of life that should be anything but. I just dont understand.
The Spork men here seem to all suffer from the same mental ailment that is Peter Pan Syndrome. Meaning, they just cant grow up many flat out refuse to. Men the world over suffer from this, but for some reason it seems to be more of an epidemic in Sporkville. Perhaps this is due to lack of education, perhaps these men suffer due to lack of a decent male role model in their younger years. Im not quite sure...but it is very much prevalent here.
God is here too....
Amazing things happen in Sporkville. Remember Leave It To Beaver? The neighbors actually talked, and helped each other. They do that here (well those that have good Sporksmenship do) I have seen them mow their neighbors lawn, shovel their sidewalks and driveways free of snow, Fix a broken bike wheel for the little Sporkees down the street, I see them stand outside and visit. Before I lived in Sporkville I lived in a very nice upper class neighborhood growing up, followed by a decent middle class neighborhood before landing here. In those two places I NEVER saw people talk to one another and befriend each other so sincerely as I do here. There are two different types of Sporks here. Those that attend church and are true believers and sadly the majority who do NOT attend church and (judging by their lifestyle-not that it is my place to judge anyone) chose not to behave as if there is a God to offend or answer to. He is here though...and I love watching Him send His servants from outside Sporksville in to help the lost Sporks see the error of their ways. While it is obvious to me, I live here...but it must be much more obvious then I ever realized as we are constantly having our doors knocked on by different denominations, finding literature stuffed in our mailboxes and sitting on our top steps full of ways to find the Lord and the miraculous things He can do for us. Again something that never happened in my other neighborhoods. Big school buses coming in here on Sundays and summers picking up all the little Sporkees whos parents are MORE then happy to get rid of for a few hours. They may see it as a free daycare, but those of us who know what God can do and has done..see it for the awsome potential it has for these little Sporkees. Hopefully they too will see it one day as well.
Why Sporkville? What is in the name?
Well, that is simple if you havent figured it out by now.
Many people are blessed to be born into families of financial wealth that is amazing and unwavering for these fortuate ones. They are said to have been born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
Other folks are blessed to be born into families of familiar wealth that is dependable and decent. I like to say that they were born with a nice reliable metal spoon in their mouth.
Then there are the people like my children, and the residents of where we live. I dont like to think of my children as unfortunate....just that in the financial aspects of life....they drew the short stick. These people were born with a spork in their mouth.
Many amazing people started out here in Sporkville and end up doing awsome things for this world. Look at Mother Teresa, she grew up in a shack! On the flipside Ive seen people that start out in fancy homes, loaded down with money and they do nothing to contribute positively to this world, and they have the financial means to make almost anything happen....The the way I see it is this... You cant take a UHaul with you to heaven...so in the end finances dont matter. God doesnt care anyways. His love for us holds no monetary value. His love for us is so amazing that you cant put a value on it. He only cares about what you did to honor Him, to further His kingdom while you were alive. The sad fact though is that when you are alive it DOES matter to others. BUT as a resident of Sporkville I can tell you this. Money does NOT make the person..the person themselves choose who they are going to be, what they are going to make of their life. Spork or Silver spoon.
Raise your little Sporkees up with manners, and a good education. Surround them with like minded people who desire the same for their little ones. Show them God and what He has and can do for us. Show them what we can do for Him in return. Give them a desire to do better then what we have been able to give them so they can give it to their children.
Sporkville is like a Springfield, or a Mt Pleasant,a Franklin or a Riverside. There is more then one of them in this country...but unlike these other common name places where Springfield, Michigan is vastly different then Springfield, Tennessee... Sporkville is like anywhere USA,they are all the same pretty much, give or take a few minor things...namely their location.
Sporkville, Michigan. Well, that would be where I live. No, you cant mapquest it...Im pretty sure it has the wrong coordinates. Im also fairly positive that you cant find its dot on a map either. I would be more then happy to tell you how to get here though and when you know youve entered it.
First, you will always find Sporkville near the tracks, usually on the other side of them. Why is that? I dont really know...but there it shall be. Secondly, the majority of the homes there will be more of a manufactured quality rather than the solidly built kind. If they arent manufactured they are in disrepair generally speaking. A lot of the times though, you get homes that are both manufactured and in disrepair.
Now moving onto the citizens of Sporkville (herein after known as Sporks). I would like to point out before going any further that not ALL Sporks fit this category. I personally do not, nor do my children, my friends, their children and a handful of others fit this category. First off, they seem to like plaid prints. I think it is the camoflauge of Sporkville....you wear plaid- you blend in. The majority also tend to smoke something, mainly cigarettes, but pipes and cigars are common (along with the illegal smokable substances) as well. Their language is a derivative of your typical English, just spoken in a broken, and slang filled form that pretty much focuses on breaking all the proper grammar rules we were taught in school. Namely, the double negative rule. Aint is very much an actual word here, along with the popular combination words like whadya, as in whadya think?. Racial words, offensive statements and profanity (sadly included in the vocabulary of even the youngest Sporkville residents-herein after known as Sporkees) is also commonly used and widely accepted here as well. Think... an unsensored Mater from Disney/Pixars Cars with a raunchy dash of Fox and MTV video awards thrown in.
You know that old saying that when you have less, you cherish it more? You value what you do have and tend to take better care of it? Well, this does NOT hold true to people here. For all you need to do is take a drive down the street, or watch the people in action. They dont take care of their homes, they dont take care of their cars.... heck, I dare say that many dont even take care of their little Sporkees, and these are irreplaceable! Now, I realize that due to financial issues you may not be able to buy the paint needed to spruce up your home, or give it the repairs needed. You may not be able to afford the nicest car...You obviously cant afford the height of fashion when it comes to your personal look either. HOWEVER cleaning your home costs you nothing, and keeping it that way is free as well! Showers are free and there is no limit or ration on how many one can have in a week or month...so go ahead! Shower daily!! Sporks just dont seem to take pride in what they have...even if it is very little. These items are treated like they can just easily be discarded and replaced on a whim. Where this mentality comes from, I have no idea. I cant afford to run out and buy a new house when mine finally collapses from not being kept up. I cant run to the car lot and pick up a new car because my old one fell apart because I didnt keep up with the maintenence on it. Im constantly fixing little things here and there and doing any preventative stuff to make what I do have last longer.The cavalier way of life that should be anything but. I just dont understand.
The Spork men here seem to all suffer from the same mental ailment that is Peter Pan Syndrome. Meaning, they just cant grow up many flat out refuse to. Men the world over suffer from this, but for some reason it seems to be more of an epidemic in Sporkville. Perhaps this is due to lack of education, perhaps these men suffer due to lack of a decent male role model in their younger years. Im not quite sure...but it is very much prevalent here.
God is here too....
Amazing things happen in Sporkville. Remember Leave It To Beaver? The neighbors actually talked, and helped each other. They do that here (well those that have good Sporksmenship do) I have seen them mow their neighbors lawn, shovel their sidewalks and driveways free of snow, Fix a broken bike wheel for the little Sporkees down the street, I see them stand outside and visit. Before I lived in Sporkville I lived in a very nice upper class neighborhood growing up, followed by a decent middle class neighborhood before landing here. In those two places I NEVER saw people talk to one another and befriend each other so sincerely as I do here. There are two different types of Sporks here. Those that attend church and are true believers and sadly the majority who do NOT attend church and (judging by their lifestyle-not that it is my place to judge anyone) chose not to behave as if there is a God to offend or answer to. He is here though...and I love watching Him send His servants from outside Sporksville in to help the lost Sporks see the error of their ways. While it is obvious to me, I live here...but it must be much more obvious then I ever realized as we are constantly having our doors knocked on by different denominations, finding literature stuffed in our mailboxes and sitting on our top steps full of ways to find the Lord and the miraculous things He can do for us. Again something that never happened in my other neighborhoods. Big school buses coming in here on Sundays and summers picking up all the little Sporkees whos parents are MORE then happy to get rid of for a few hours. They may see it as a free daycare, but those of us who know what God can do and has done..see it for the awsome potential it has for these little Sporkees. Hopefully they too will see it one day as well.
Why Sporkville? What is in the name?
Well, that is simple if you havent figured it out by now.
Many people are blessed to be born into families of financial wealth that is amazing and unwavering for these fortuate ones. They are said to have been born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
Other folks are blessed to be born into families of familiar wealth that is dependable and decent. I like to say that they were born with a nice reliable metal spoon in their mouth.
Then there are the people like my children, and the residents of where we live. I dont like to think of my children as unfortunate....just that in the financial aspects of life....they drew the short stick. These people were born with a spork in their mouth.
Many amazing people started out here in Sporkville and end up doing awsome things for this world. Look at Mother Teresa, she grew up in a shack! On the flipside Ive seen people that start out in fancy homes, loaded down with money and they do nothing to contribute positively to this world, and they have the financial means to make almost anything happen....The the way I see it is this... You cant take a UHaul with you to heaven...so in the end finances dont matter. God doesnt care anyways. His love for us holds no monetary value. His love for us is so amazing that you cant put a value on it. He only cares about what you did to honor Him, to further His kingdom while you were alive. The sad fact though is that when you are alive it DOES matter to others. BUT as a resident of Sporkville I can tell you this. Money does NOT make the person..the person themselves choose who they are going to be, what they are going to make of their life. Spork or Silver spoon.
Raise your little Sporkees up with manners, and a good education. Surround them with like minded people who desire the same for their little ones. Show them God and what He has and can do for us. Show them what we can do for Him in return. Give them a desire to do better then what we have been able to give them so they can give it to their children.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Me 101
So a little about myself for those of you that dont know me.
The Basics...
my given name is Sabrina, but only to a handful of people. My family has an entirely different name for me-Beej (long story) My bestest friend forever calls me Bri, as do a majority of other folks in my life. Another large group refer to me as Wiggie as well (another long story)A small and select number of people call me Mommy-their friends call Mrs DeWitt. I answer to them all. So take your pick and give me a hollar!
Im married. To Ron...weve been together for almost 10 years...which seems strange to me that it has been that long....but time doesnt lie. It is just that at 28 years old, it seems impossible. marriage is NOT bliss, and it has been hard work. We have had our ups and downs, we've lived the 'for richer' moments and are currently living the 'for poorer' moments. Id like the richer moments back, they were easier. We've done the sickness and in health thing...more him for me than I him...but, we've made it this far...God's grace and mercy are definately deeply woven in our marriage. Despite whether or not Ron realizes that, or at that particular moment in time I remember that.
One final note on Bob Smitty- The Super Fat Kitty. He likes to lick the top of the baby's head. I havent decided yet if this is okay or not. Neither has Ryan.
Before we go any further...I feel the need to put in a note that I am not the most articulate person ( I pointed this out yesterday-remember?)because of this, I often times find it hard to show you in my writing that I am an extremely sarcastic person. My wit truly astounds me-and others =0)
Sooo, on that note, if you read something that seems saucy, or stupid or offensive. Im not being that way. You just didnt understand me. Im currently trying to find the right font to display sarcasm -short of [INSERT SARCASTIC TONE HERE], but I fear there just isnt one in exsistance. Georgia is just to bubbly and no one can read wingbat. Does anyone else have this issue?
=0/
The Basics...
my given name is Sabrina, but only to a handful of people. My family has an entirely different name for me-Beej (long story) My bestest friend forever calls me Bri, as do a majority of other folks in my life. Another large group refer to me as Wiggie as well (another long story)A small and select number of people call me Mommy-their friends call Mrs DeWitt. I answer to them all. So take your pick and give me a hollar!
Im married. To Ron...weve been together for almost 10 years...which seems strange to me that it has been that long....but time doesnt lie. It is just that at 28 years old, it seems impossible. marriage is NOT bliss, and it has been hard work. We have had our ups and downs, we've lived the 'for richer' moments and are currently living the 'for poorer' moments. Id like the richer moments back, they were easier. We've done the sickness and in health thing...more him for me than I him...but, we've made it this far...God's grace and mercy are definately deeply woven in our marriage. Despite whether or not Ron realizes that, or at that particular moment in time I remember that.
Im a Momma. God has blessed me with three precious, precious little pieces of heaven. I have two little girls. Gracie JUST turned 8 and Hailey is 5 1/2. Im also the Mommy to a beautiful little baby boy named Ryan who recently joined and completed our family on October 1st,2008.
Im a sister to two brothers-one older, one younger, A a sister to a sister -who is slightly older, and slightly shorter then me. I loved growing up with so many siblings (although Ive said differently) Our family was the perfect size...and we truly had like the PERFECT childhood. Kudos to my parents on that one! My entire family, with the exception of my mom live in Florida...we dont. I miss them, espescially my dad and my sister.
We currently live in Midland Michigan. There isnt much to say about that one. Nothing goes on here. There is nothing to do here. We have a tridge as opposed to plain ole bridges (the tridge is just three bridges that meet in the middle-wow!) The weather is freakin cold in the winter and freakin hot in the summer. Downtown main street is truly called Main Street- how quaint, I know. Complete with the brick courthouse and a little Santa house next to it... which is georgeous!!! This "little house" is like 3 stories tall, it has a clock tower with doors that open up and little elves come out every hour on the hour to the one of many different Christmas tunes playing on the clock bells in the background. Awsome enough to be featured on Good Morning America last year. Our Santa is even recognized as the offical Santa of the world....I know I know, I have goosebumps too.
Oh yeah...and just for kicks. We have a cat named Bob. Bob Smith aka: Bobbers aka: Bob Smitty the super fat kitty aka: pain in the rump. He is fat....and I mean FAT. Like obese to the point that he makes Garfield look anorexic. Seriously....we have to ration his food, because he will eat himself into a coma if we allowed it. But rationing his food has its downfalls. he meows for food all day long, and I believe if he werent so fat....he would jump up onto of the dryer and pry open his food container (IF he had posable thumbs that is) and help himself....but he is too fat.
One final note on Bob Smitty- The Super Fat Kitty. He likes to lick the top of the baby's head. I havent decided yet if this is okay or not. Neither has Ryan.So... that is the basics of me. If youve read this far.....thanks. I realize that Im about as exciting as Midland, Michigan is.....and that pretty much says it all.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
'Bout Time
So...
This is offically my blog....and my attempt at actually keeping a new years goal this year. I dont really see it as a resolution...Im not solving anything...Im attempting to start something. This is more of a goal that I am hopefully will not only be made, but become enjoyable to me and those that read it.
Ive always meant to have an actual blog, and keep up with it at least weekly. At one time I had one on myspace and for awhile I did good. But I didnt like the setup and layout of it and sorta lost the battle with that one. Besides myspace has too much of a fratty, childish, dirty stigma behind it that I dont really care to be part of. I still have the page, I use it constantly to post pictures, anduse it to keep in touch with some folks occasionally.
Ive come to this site numberous times though, and always loved the layouts and abilities of blogger...so I decided with it being free...there wasnt much keeping me from doing the blog except my ambitions and modivation to do so.
Im not smart by any means... I dont see myself as exceptionally articulate. Im barely college educated (and in the process of fixing that) I know what I know because Ive lived and learned from the expierences Ive had in my lifetime.
I have lots of things that cross my mind....some of it is relevant to current issues in the world (politics for example...but I HATE going there) some of it mindless babble that crosses my mind and I feel like chattin bout it.
Today perhaps a mix of both..
First allow me to offically apologize for two things:
1) I realize that I do "......." way too often. Sorry. Ive tried to stop, but I just cant seem to. Those "......" that you are seeing are merely my way of showing you that Ive paused to contemplate my thought...or more so to make sense of it. Seldom do I backspace a sentence...I try to think it through before I put it down. This can be held true to my personality it real life too. I seldom ever take back what I say, because one thing I have learned many hard lessons on. Think before you speak.
2) I realize that blogs are meant to be short and sweet.
Rarely am I ever short..... and although I can be sweet. Im realistic. So accept this or move on.
Okay, now that that is out of the way. I feel I can sorta start my offical blog. 'Bout time eh?
Well. That is going to have to wait for another time (sorry, Im really not trying to tease) I have three kiddos ( I will tell you all about them and our life in Sporkville in my next blog), one of which is barely 3 months old and he has decided it is time to wake up and eat. So for now I bid you adue and hopefully I will see you back here soon!
This is offically my blog....and my attempt at actually keeping a new years goal this year. I dont really see it as a resolution...Im not solving anything...Im attempting to start something. This is more of a goal that I am hopefully will not only be made, but become enjoyable to me and those that read it.
Ive always meant to have an actual blog, and keep up with it at least weekly. At one time I had one on myspace and for awhile I did good. But I didnt like the setup and layout of it and sorta lost the battle with that one. Besides myspace has too much of a fratty, childish, dirty stigma behind it that I dont really care to be part of. I still have the page, I use it constantly to post pictures, anduse it to keep in touch with some folks occasionally.
Ive come to this site numberous times though, and always loved the layouts and abilities of blogger...so I decided with it being free...there wasnt much keeping me from doing the blog except my ambitions and modivation to do so.
Im not smart by any means... I dont see myself as exceptionally articulate. Im barely college educated (and in the process of fixing that) I know what I know because Ive lived and learned from the expierences Ive had in my lifetime.
I have lots of things that cross my mind....some of it is relevant to current issues in the world (politics for example...but I HATE going there) some of it mindless babble that crosses my mind and I feel like chattin bout it.
Today perhaps a mix of both..
First allow me to offically apologize for two things:
1) I realize that I do "......." way too often. Sorry. Ive tried to stop, but I just cant seem to. Those "......" that you are seeing are merely my way of showing you that Ive paused to contemplate my thought...or more so to make sense of it. Seldom do I backspace a sentence...I try to think it through before I put it down. This can be held true to my personality it real life too. I seldom ever take back what I say, because one thing I have learned many hard lessons on. Think before you speak.
2) I realize that blogs are meant to be short and sweet.
Rarely am I ever short..... and although I can be sweet. Im realistic. So accept this or move on.
Okay, now that that is out of the way. I feel I can sorta start my offical blog. 'Bout time eh?
Well. That is going to have to wait for another time (sorry, Im really not trying to tease) I have three kiddos ( I will tell you all about them and our life in Sporkville in my next blog), one of which is barely 3 months old and he has decided it is time to wake up and eat. So for now I bid you adue and hopefully I will see you back here soon!
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