Happy Valentine's Day!

Our Valentine's Day is winding down. It was very simple and low key and spent with my two boys. We spent the morning running errands and then we went to the movies. We saw Confessions of a Shopaholic. It was adorable. The Goob came with us and was behaving beautifully until the last 15/20 minutes and then J had to walk him around in the hallway. Now we've spent the afternoon at home. Goob is fixing to head to bed and J and I are going to enjoy a steak dinner. We've refused to go out since we're sure lines will be ridiculously long. And we also picked up some chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Yum.

Happy Valentine's Day!

February 23rd

J will start work on Monday, February 23rd...in San Antonio. That's about 5 hours away. And since I'm under contract until June 5th. We'll be apart. For 15 weeks.

I'm trying to not stress about this, but it's hard, especially since J is so excited to start his new job.

Ocho

Eight years ago, J and I started dating. We were both freshmen in college. Ahhhh...memories.

Here we are. We've been married for about a year and a half and we have the cutest baby ever.

What more could we want?

J got a job!

J was offered a job on Friday. Yay! But, it's going to bring a lot of changes. It's a lot to process for all of us. More on those changes later.

So many changes so fast

To make a long story short, since the last time I posted, my husband lost his job and our world flip flopped. He got laid off last Friday (1/9).

After spending a weekend in shock, he got to work looking for another job. He's got great experience, but he's been considering a change...out of the world of retail. Besides, the retail world is so scary lately with all the big box stores closing (Bye, Circuit City!). So he's exploring other options. Right now, he's got 5 big prospects. 3 are retailers. 2 are not. The 2 that are not are located in San Antonio, about 3 hours away.

Right now he's in San Antonio staying at his parent's house because he has an interview tomorrow. This was a job recommended to us by my grandfather. It's a management training position. There is a lot of growth in this company.

I think we both really want him to get one of these San Antonio jobs (the other he applied for last week and is waiting to see what they say). We've been living down here in south Texas for 4 years. We've always talked about moving and now it really looks like the opportunity might be presented to us.

Him getting the job is going to be a major change for us. He'll mostly likely have to start ASAP. We've discussed that he'll probably move to San Antonio and live with his parents while I stay here and finish up my year of teaching and put the house on the market. Then we've talked about not looking for another house for awhile. We'd like to live with his parents (they have a HUGE house) for about a year and save enough to pay off some of our debts and for a down payment for another house.

Lots to think about. Lots of new possibilites. If you can, please send us some positive thoughts for DH's job interview tomorrow and for our fresh start.

Bad night last night

Goob went to bed normally. Ate dinner, played, had a bath, played, ate a bottle, went to bed. Nothing out of the ordinary.

J and I had some quality, playing Wii and reading. It was a nice night. We went to bed around midnight.

At 3ish, I hear it. The whining and crying on the monitor. At first, I didn't think anything of it. Sometimes he just cries in his sleep. But he kept at it. After a few minutes of whining/crying, I elbowed J. He went to get the Goob, I went to get a bottle. I thought he'd take a few drinks and fall back asleep. We put him in bed with us and watched tv as he ate his bottle.

He finished the bottle so J put him back to bed. J didn't even get out of the room when he started crying again. We put him back in bed with us. He got comfy and fell asleep. J noticed that he was asleep and tried to carry him back to his crib. This time he lasted 10 minutes and J and I were back asleep. Then he started crying again.

We haven't experienced anything like this since Goob was a newborn. It was awful.

We gave him another bottle. He just played with it. And then he decided that he wanted to play with us. He was smiling and giggling and trying to be a ham. We tried not to laugh since we were beyond tired, but you know how it goes.

Finally, we just decided to leave him in bed with us. Around 6 oclock, he finally went fell asleep until 9 am.

I think today he's been recovering from his lack of sleep. He took a nap from 11 to 12:15 and now he's been sleeping since 2:15.

Wish us luck that tonight is a better night.

A Trip to the SA Zoo Last Month

At the beginning of last month, we went to visit my inlaws in San Antonio. We decided to visit the zoo. Here's a few pics.

I'm Giving Myself a Pat on the Back

This shirt is my worst enemy. My husband has had it since at least our senior year of college (03-04). Everytime he wears it, I cringe. It's awful and embarassing. And look how worn out it is. It's even got paint splattets. Ugh. And it's definitely not something a father should wear.

So a few weeks ago, I hatched a plan. (cue evil laugh.) I was going to dispose of the shirt. But I had to be very sneaky. If I just threw it away, I knew my husband would have a fit.

Last Sunday, I put it in the wash. I washed and dryed it. And then I put it on the top shelf above the machines.



My husband asked for it twice, and I just told him it was in the laundry room/garage. He never went and actually looked for it so it stayed up on that top shelf.

Last Friday, I took it from the top and "accidentally" dropped it in a dark corner beside the machine. The hubby never asked for it.



It really is a dark corner. The flash just brightened it up. It was in the dark corner until yesterday.

Yesterday as I was doing another load of laundry, I picked it up and put it in my laundry trash. And when I say I put it in the trash, I mean I rolled it up as small as possible, and put it at the very bottom of the trash.



(Yes, that's my laundry trash bag. Yes, it's a wedding gift bag. When I got married 17 months ago, we were blessed with many many presents. So now I use the old wedding gift bags as laundry room trash bags. I'm going green.)


So, now it sits there. Trash day is tomorrow. J usually collects all the trash in the mornings. Cross your fingers that he doesn't start looking for it between now and then. And cross your fingers that he doesn't go peeking through the trash.

I'm giving myself a big pat on the back for getting this far. In 24 hours, that shirt should be history.

On the way to the dr.

I picked up Goob about half an hour ago. His teacher said that he was a little fussy today and that he keeps pulling on his ear. I noticed the ear pulling yesterday. I'm almost positive he has an ear infection. Plus, he's had a cough for a few weeks. Some days it gets better, others it gets worse. I want to get him looked at so we have an appointment in 20 minutes at the doc down the street.

But I'm pissed. J and I had a fight on the way home. Not a fight fight, but an arguement. Well, I yelled at him and hung up on him and he got pissed and is now ignoring my calls. That was okay before I picked up Goob, it's not okay now that I have a sick baby.

Answer the damn phonE!

We'll see

So J and I did some talking.

I think we're going to start trying for #2 next August. The only condition is that we need Jose to get some sort of pay raise between now and then. He's due for one so that shouldn't be a problem.

Goob will be 16 months old when we start trying and 2 years old when new baby is hopefully born.

I hope it all works out. We'll see. Only time will tell.

Success!

The Segura family has cast our votes! And now we wait!

Look what happens when Mommy and Daddy have too much time on their hands...

J and I were both off this weekend, so we got around to do those chores we've been putting off. At the top of the list was going through Goob's closet and putting away anything that doesn't fit our Goob. We're not getting rid of anything. They're just being put away from #2 (who is not on his way anytime soon!) Anyways we had fun.


Goob wanted to know what the heck we were doing to all his clothes!

Once we told him, he pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't have to help. Sneaky, little Goob!

A few minutes later he decided to join in on the fun. He likes to try on hats!

His daddy thought he looked cool his this. Ha!

We had more pics, but I felt/looked like crap that day so I'm definitely not putting those up here.

Goob's day at the beach!

Last weekend, Goob's grandparents were in town (J's parents). On Saturday evening, we went down to the island to meet some of their friends. It's a real shame that we live 30 minutes from the beach and we haven't been in forever. Anyways, it was Goob's first trip to the beach. Too bad we didn't go a bit earlier to enjoy more daylight.

Here are some pictures:

Goob getting his toes wet.


Goob with Mommy and Daddy.


Goob with his grandparents.

How to make your husband mad...

Stop him from watching his favorite show and relaxing on his day off and make him put together a high chair.




But look how cute this little guy is! It makes it worth it. Right, J?

2 weeks left

I have two weeks left of my summer. I start back at work on Aug 18th. This is so hard for me. I didn't imagine that it would be this difficult to leave my baby. He's starting daycare on Aug 25. (J's taking a week of vacation when I start back at work so Goob doesn't have to start at daycare yet.)

I cry everytime I think of someone else holding him, feeding him, changing him, seeing his smiles and just being with him.

(I want to stay home so bad but right now it's just not financially possible. J and I've done some major talking and we've worked out that I'll be able to be a SAHM in 2 years if we stick to our budget.)


Any advice for me?

The Wrath of Hurricane Dolly

A recap:

Hurricane Dolly hit us Wednesday morning. Early that morning, J was called into work to help prepare. I decided to tough it out and stay at the house to weather the storm. Well that lasted until around 9 am when our power went out and I heard the wind crack one of my neighbor's trees. Within 10 minutes, Goob and I were packed up and on the way to my aunt's home. I figured that we'd be there for a few hours and then come home. (Ha!)

My aunt lost power around 2 pm and that's when things got really interesting. The wind was horrible! It was bending her trees so much that they practically touched the ground. Their fence (which has steel beams going 3 feet underground) toppled. Their neighbors trampoline ended up on top of the neighbors roof. Since we had no power, we all just sat and looked out the windows. The rain was continuous for 8 hours. That was the absolute worst part. When it rains here, it floods! My aunt had no flooding because her house sits high. But my truck was parked in the street and the water was about 1/2 up my tired.

Around 8pm Wednesday night, I needed to go home. I needed diapers and formula for Goob. Plus, J was on his way home. Just as I was leaving, J called to warn me about flooded streets. I thought he was exagerating, but nope. I tried to get home but as soon as I got to the main road, I had to turn around. I probably could have made it in my truck but I was too scared. J thankfully made it home.

Goob and I headed back to my aunt's house for the night. My cousin just had a baby on Tuesday night and they were sent home on Wednesday afternoon (in the middle of the hurricane! but that's another story!) so my cousin has some formula samples and extra diapers. THANK GOODNESS!!! At my aunt's house we still had no power so Goob and I had a rough night. He was so hot he couldn't sleep. Plus it didn't help that my cousin's newborn baby was in the next room. (Can you imagine spending your first night at home with a new baby in a hurricane!?)

As soon as the sun came out Thursday morning, Goob and I headed home. The water had gone down enough that I was able to make it home okay. And there was debris everywhere!!

We were extremely lucky that our house made it through without any significant damage. We lost a few roof shingles and most of our backyard fence. But everything else was okay. We had no flooding. Our next door neighbors actually lost half of their roof!

Thursday afternoon we received word that power would not be restored for approximately 72 hours!!!!! So J and I packed up and headed to the ILs who live a few hours away. As we were leaving town, we could see how extensive the damage was. North of us in some of the more rural areas, it looked like lakes! The flooding was horrible. Cars were halfway underwater. We could see fire fighters on boats going from house to house. We spent the whole ride saying how lucky we were. It was also pretty cool to see how many disaster relief trucks we saw going down to help out.

Our power came back over the weekend so we came home Sunday morning. Everything was fine here at first. I was SOOO glad to be home.

He laughed!

Goob gave his daddy his first and second laugh last night. And then some more laughs this morning.

He hasn't given Mommy any laughs. I guess I'm just not as funny as Dad.

I survived the weekend!

We arrived to San Antonio on Friday morning around 11. We were the first out of towners so Goob's grandparents had him all to themselves. Once everyone else arrived and cooed over my gorgeous baby, we pigged out on barbeque then headed to J's grandparents (Goob's great grandparents) house to introduce everyone to my baby. (For some reason, I don' have any pictures of Goob meeting his aunts and uncles. My ILs have them so I'll put them up when I can.)

Goob enjoyed meeting his great grandparents.


Here's J, Goob, and the great grandparents.


Then I got the 4 generations pic that I bugged J about.


Then grandma scooped him up and wouldn't put him down again.


Finally after we got back from the great grandparents and had more barbeque, it was time for Goob's bath, especially since he was passed around and around and around and he now smelled like everyone else's perfume. Ugh. After his bath, Goob went right to sleep and slept for 8 hours. It was AMAZING!


The next morning Goob was again passed around and around and around from aunt to uncle to grandma to aunt to grandpa to dad to uncle, etc, etc. All that passing around makes a little boy exhausted. So while J and I got dressed for J's dad's retirement party, my baby passed out.



Then it as off to the retirement party. 100 people showed up. And again my baby was oohed and aahed over (of course!) and passed around and around and around. I really wantedd to bust out my hand sanitizer, but then I worried that the ILs, et al, would think I'm a nut case. As the dinner was wrapping up, my BIL managed to take a nice picture of my little family. It's one of the few that we have since usually one of us is taking the pictures. (forgive the cleavage, oh the joys of breastfeeding!)


The next morning, we trekked a hundred miles to see MY family (YAY!) at "the River." Every year my grandparents and aunts and uncles "camp" at the Frio River for 3 weeks. I've been going every year since I was born (I think I missed one year). They "camp" with the same group of people every year (my grandparents have been "camping" here for 30+ years. Everyone is really good friends with everyone else. So my Meme was dying for me to come out so she could show off her great grandson. (I say "camp" because it's not like tent campings with no running water. Everyone usually has a big 5th wheel trailer with personal restrooms/showers. It's not exactly "roughing it.") Anyway, here's my Papa with Goob.


Me and Goob




This is Goob and my Meme (my hero!). And look we are in her big ole trailer! It's definitely not "roughing it"!


Then we had to take a picture overlooking the River. It's a tradition. Every year everyone takes pictures here. (In fact, J and I took our engagement pictures about 50 feet from here! Wow, that was 2 years ago.)


Here's our beautiful River.


Another tradition we have is the "River Dunking." Every family I have that was born after my grandparents started coming to the river has been "River Dunked": my uncle, Mike, me (at 3 mos), my cousin Caitlyn (14 mos), my cousin Chandler (2 mos), my cousin Mason (11 mos), my cousin Rylee (9 mos). Now it was Goob's turn. Here's Daddy preparing to River Dunk Goob. A River Dunk is just putting your feet in the water!


And here's the dunk! As soon as Goob's feet touched the water, the crying began. He didn't like. I think it's cause the water was a little chilly or maybe we just surprised him. The tears didn't last long cause as soon as I got to him, he was fine.


A few hours later, he was happily playing in his new bouncy seat at the ILs.


Then J went off to hang out with his brother and left Goob and I to play by ourselves.


Monday afternoon we headed home. As soon as we got home, I realized that I left my beloved bottle brush at my ILs and had to go get another. J had a little too much fun with it.

Fourth of July

Happy 232nd birthday, America!

J, Goob , and I are on our way to San Antonio to spend the weekend with the inlaws.

I'm having mixed feelings about it. I'm excited to see my SILs and niece. I'm excited for Goob to meet J's family. I'm not looking forward to spending the weekend in my IL's house with 10 other people. (that's just J's immediate family, plus spouses and kid. ) My ILs live in a huge house but I'm just used to the 3 of us. I'm not looking forward to seeing my BIL. We've got issues. I'm not looking forward to not getting to hold my son. I just know they're not gonna put him down the whole weekend.

We'll see.

Happy 4th!

(sent from Centro)

I hate packing...

...especially when I have to pack for my husband, a 2 month old AND me.

We're going to the inlaws on Friday for the holiday weekend. It's my FIL's retirement party as well. Plus it'll be the first time most of J's family gets to meet our little guy.