SO I planned to have a nice little post about our first trip to see Santa (more on that later) but life had other plans.

On Friday I had to work until 7pm and was so excited to get home and see my boys and to eat the black bean chili that was simmering in the crock pot all day because sometimes (aka all the time) I seem to forget to eat. I walked in the door, smothered Cooper in kisses, and we all sat down to eat. Cooper already finished his dinner was hanging on the floor with the dogs, per usual. We were all laughing and talking about our day when it all changed.

I guess Cooper spooked Apple (she’s usually so good with him but she is blind) because she nipped at him and caught him right in the eye. Cooper started screaming (obviously) and I didn’t even realize what actually happened until I saw blood COMING OUT OF HIS EYE.

Queue freak out mode.

Corey and I were running around the house throwing things in the diaper bag and went outside to jump in the car to head to the hospital. Corey was holding the diaper bag and I had the baby. I opened the backseat to try and put Coop in his carseat and we forgot that Corey picked him up from my moms earlier and the carseat was back in the house. So Corey runs back in the house to grab the carseat and sets down the diaper bag. Back in the car, we have the carseat but no diaper bag. I think you get the point here. We were running around like maniacs and at this point Cooper’s not even crying. He’s just looking around so amused because I ended up just holding him on my lap in the backseat while Corey drove the 5 minutes to the ER.

As soon as we walked through the glass sliding doors a little boy (maybe 5) just looked at us with such concern asking “is he going to be ok?” I realize now it’s because Cooper’s face and pajamas were covered in blood. Poor kid. I hope we didn’t give you too many nightmares. Oh and I forgot to grab socks for Cooper. I had one moccasin and one sock. Go Mom!

I’ll spare you the gory details of holding Cooper down while they put dye in his eye, gave him an IV, and generally just scared the crap out of him. His lower eyelid was split, but thankfully nothing scratched his eye, and he needed plastic surgery to repair it which meant he had to be put to sleep. Luckily, Corey works in surgery and knew the doctor and most of the nurses which made me feel slightly better but we were still obviously very worried and feeling extremely guilty. I joked that we needed to tie my tubes at the same time because I just could not handle this. It didn’t help that when they were wheeling me (holding Cooper) up to our room, we had to go the same way Corey and I went everyday for 3 weeks while Coop was in the NICU. I remember I used to be so jealouse of all the other mom’s beeing wheeled out with their baby’s in their arms, always thinking “when it is it going to be my turn?”. Talk about deja vu.

We slept propped up in a chair because Cooper was on IV fluids all night. My neck has never been more sore but at least Cooper got a good nights sleep in his mama’s arms. Corey lucked out and got the couch bed. In the morning it was time to transport him down to surgery and I was so worried about them taking him from me and (him) freaking out. They reassured us that it was “not the way we do things here”. A little medicine in his IV and this kid was flat out drunk in less than 5 seconds. I really wish we would have thought to record it because even though the situation was shitty, it was so cute and the first time we laughed all weekend. He almost immediately looked up at us and just started giggling and when we handed him off to the nurse he smiled and touched her face.

20 endless minutes later, the surgery was over and our boy had his first (four) micro stitches. We were home before noon with instructions for a follow-up appointment in one week. As soon as we walked in the door, I just wanted to lay on the floor in the fetal position and finally have my heart attack.

Needless to say, I went to Target the next day, dropped an insane amount of money on another baby gate (we now have 3! in an 820ft house), and Cooper is having a grand old time standing in front of it and throwing all his toys over the top. He’s acting like nothing even happened but I’m running behind him yelling out “be careful!” every 5 seconds. He’s like “yeah, whatever mom.”

A HUGE thank-you to all the staff at Joe DiMaggio Children’s Hospital. They made us feel so comfortable (except that one transport lady who tried to make me put Cooper in that metal crib for liability purposes. Santa’s watching you.) and were all so accommodating.

And now for the pictures: (nothing gruesome, scouts honor)

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Curel Kids Kit


Cooper went to the doctor today for his 12 month check-up (17.6 pounds and 29.25 inches long!) and I have been seriously dreading this appointment. Not only would we be talking about making the transition to whole milk, it’s also flu season so I knew that was coming too. I’ve been talking to Corey about it, trying to do some research online (I advise against this! There’s a whole lotta crazy out there!) and just trying to feel out what’s right for us. It was giving me knots in my stomach thinking about it, but I think that’s what being a parent is all about — wanting to make the right choice for your child. And getting all worked up? That’s just part of it.

But the truth is, it is flu season and however you choose to protect yourself the only important thing is that you do indeed protect yourself and those around you. And not just from the flu, from everything. Keep your germs to yourself, thanks! We’ve been downing green juices and shots of apple cider vinegar (and then doing mean shoulder shuffle because that stuff is hard to swallow) and washing our hands like crazy. Getting sick is not something I’m interested in. Not now, not ever.

It all starts with prevention. That’s why when I was contacted by Curel, I jumped at the chance to try out one of their kids kits:  Curel Kids Kit

I still swear by the Burts Bee’s cream-to-powder. We use it every night and since we started, there has been no diaper rash to speak of. And any open rash is susceptible to an infection and I’d rather not slather zinc oxide all over my baby’s little tush if I don’t have to. And their hand sanitizer? The best. I don’t worry if I have to spray one of Cooper’s toys with it because it’s not filled with perfumes and glitter like those other ones we’re all guilty of carrying around and the aloe keeps my hands from totally drying out.

Speaking of dry (how’s that for a transition?), while we’re lucky to have such a mild winter here in South Florida we’re obviously in the minority so I have no advice about dealing with it. But I will say the Itch Defense lotion is the ONLY thing that works for my sister’s eczema and it’s sometimes it’s hard to find so my mom has been known to clear a shelf when she sees it.

Luckily, we don’t have to worry about lice right now (can you get lice if you don’t really have any hair?) but I know the day will come when it’s lice check day at school and it’s so reassuring to know there’s a product out there without all the harsh chemicals. When I was in elementary school there was a girl with the prettiest hair all the way down to her butt. We were all so jealous. Well, lice check day came and went and on Monday morning her long, beautiful hair was cut into a helmet shaped bob. Poor thing.

The point of all this? Mind your p’s and q’s this flu season and do your part from spreading your germs all around town. No one likes to be sick. Especially not a baby. So wash those hands already, will ya’?!

disclosure | this post was sponsored by Curel. all opinions are my own.

Cooper Christmas 2014


Cooper Christmas 2014
I’ve had the Christmas decorations out and the trees decorated for a few weeks now. It feels a little extra special this year because finally everything is settled and we’re not preoccupied with some other huge thing. In 2011 we closed on our house 2 weeks before Christmas, 2012 = 2 months away from throwing a complete DIY wedding and fa-reaking out, and last year Cooper was only (almost) 2 months old and I was too busy making googly eyes to even care what day it was. This year it feels like we can finally stop and enjoy it. Usually Corey does a little whining and won’t drag anything out until December 1st, but he must feel it to because I didn’t hear a peep (until he had to get on the ladder and string lights anyways)! I can’t wait to hand him a wrapped present and watch what he does with it. Probably just put it in his mouth, but oh that drool soaked wrapping paper! I promise I’ll only keep a little…

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So yes, even though last year was his first actual Christmas, this is the first real one.

Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays and I still enjoy nothing more than putting on my holiday Pj’s and snuggling up with The Santa Claus (yes, the Tim Allen movie. It’s my favorite). We’re taking Cooper to see the lighting of the tree this weekend in Davie and to see Santa next week. I think I’ve been looking forward to this moment my whole life. My baby on Santa’s lap! He’ll probably cry, but have you checked out the #fpbadsanta tag on instagram yet? So funny. A little sad, but mostly hilarious.

I was worried about putting up the big tree and what Cooper would do because even though he may still not be walking, he is on the move and pulling up on anything and I would have to move him 53248 times a day annnnddd all my ornaments are glass. No thanks. Frustration is not a good look for me. So, I picked up this little beauty at the Goodwill for $12! I saw her and didn’t think I’d like her (I’m not usually a colored christmas lights girl) but when I plugged her in and saw her all lit up, I knew she was coming home with me. It seems like the cool thing to do is name your tree, so I’ll call Estelle. She’s a vintage beauty all decked out in her jewels, she’s seen a lot in her day and no one is really sure how old she is because it’s so rude to ask. Even though she’s small, she’s a feisty one.

And now that we’ve got that out of our systems….

We stopped by the bookstore this week to drop off more wreaths, torture Catsby, and to try and get a Christmas picture. Almost every picture I have of him lately is blurry or he’s not looking so I didn’t have high hopes but we did manage to snag a few cute ones:

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This is the same wagon from last year’s picture. Cooper Christmas 2013 I like to do a lot of side-by-side comparisons, if you couldn’t tell.

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Cooper has always liked taking a bath, splashing a little here and there and generally just relaxing in the warm water after a long day of crawling around and sneaking onto the dog bed, but the past few days he’s like a wild man as soon as his tush hits the water:

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