Twenty Months

When do we stop aging our children in months? Around two? Or will she soon be 27 months? Hmmm . . . . Well, for now, Taylee is 20 months old! She is fun, fun, fun, and busy as a bee. There is so much to say about this fun age, but the main point of this post is so that I can keep a record of ALL her WORDS! So, without further ado - her words - please, help, home, ball, baby, up, down, eye, nose, ear, mouth, movie, more, pull, pretty, dog, eat, cheese, mommy, daddy, Skyler, nana, poppie, Ally (the Subway girl ;) bye, water, coke (I know, seriously!), hot, cold, toes, horse, snack, pop, pillow, blanket, bite, Elmo, keys, light, here, horn, bath, pee, poop, shirt, pants, open, cookie, "hee" (this stands for fruity shake - weird, huh? maybe cuz of the frui"ty"??), snow, outside, trash, shoe, cado (avocado), this, here, work, "hnnnh" (yes?), NO!, apple, banana, story, and lots more that I can't think of now. We are very proud of our little Taylee-Bug and her growing vocabulary.

Taylee Talk

Taylee has a new favorite word. Horse. Except she has a little trouble with her s's. That leaves us with hore. If you are wondering exactly what that sound is, just add a w. Yesterday we had a man ride his horse down our street (yes, we live waaay out west in farm country). Taylee stood in the driveway pointing and yelling "whore . . . whore . . . whore." I'm so proud. ;)

Has Spring Sprung?!

Yes indeed, I think it's happening. The time has sprung forward, the weather is starting to warm, and something green has sprouted in my flower bed (don't mind the weeds)! And Taylee has got spring fever!! She wants to be outside all day everyday, and really, it's not that warm. We spent an hour outside today while I picked the dead foliage from my newly sprouting plants. I know, you are supposed to do that in the fall, but I like to do it in the spring. A little out with the old, and in with the new. It seems like proof that spring is really coming when I find green under the dead stuff.

Here is my busy little helper . . .

Coyote Hunting?!

Last weekend Kent went coyote hunting with his dad and his brother-in-law Mike. They were joined by his sister Shelly and our nephews Cody and Hunter. I stayed home with the kiddos. They arrived mid-day and snowmobiled into the wilderness to their yurt. They spent a BEAUTIFUL day in the Uintas, and when night fell, it was time for some coyote huntin'! Kent's not exactly a hunter, but he went along for the "experience." Not sure he had much of an experience, as they didn't actually SEE a coyote, but he did really enjoy listening to his dad and Mike and their coyote calls. ;) Despite their lack of actual hunting, they had a great time and came home suntanned and snowburned.

Eleven on 3-11-11!

Yes indeed, it was ELEVEN years ago today when Kent and I both showed up at Bogey's and found our future. Yes, we met AT A BAR! But, in our defense, we were both attending a friend's birthday party - which happened to be at a bar. We consider it fateful, because neither of us really should have been there. Kent and his brother decided at the last minute to drop in to the party, and I most definitely should not have been there at 19 years old! Well, with a little divine intervention, and a fake ID, it was a done deal. And, it only took us 5 years to tie the knot! Hey, I was young, and Kent was freshly divorced. Just goes to show you, good things are worth the wait. We are sooo glad that life brought us together. Here's to eleven years and infinity more!

Here we are in our early days as a family

Pooooop

One of Taylee's favorite new words (she has 28 now - if you're counting!), is poop. She says it poooop, while gesturing to her diaper. It's pretty funny! Today while I was changing her diaper, she tooted, laughed, and said poooop. Silly Girl ;)

Floating

No, not the kind you do in a pool, the kind you do when you are a nurse, in a hospital. Yes, indeed, every nurse's fear has happened to me! Twice in three months in fact! However, tonight is special because I have floated to the PICU (pediatric ICU), and in the past I floated to ICS and Infant Unit. Now, I have heard that the PICU charge nurses give us floating NICU nurses nice, BABY assignments. I do, indeed, have a baby. BUT, I also have a 13 year old. What do I do with a 13 year old?!! Seriously, I would be just as comfortable if they floated me to Mars so I could take care of some nice extra-terrestrials. Thank goodnes that this 13 year old comes with a very helpful family, which is making this whole experience tolerable (barely). I knew I was in trouble when I stopped by the Charge Nurse office to find out my assignment, and they immediately wanted to "explain" why they gave a NICU nurse this assignment. Well, this shift started off ridiculously busy, and I was wondering who had it out for me, but fortunately, things are much better now. As evidenced by the fact that I am blogging about it. Thank heavens for the fact that my dear friend Adrienne floated too, and has dug me out of several holes tonight. Even if she is on the total opposite side of the unit. Although I don't want to do this again anytime soon, I don't think I will be quite so scared next time. I've gained a bit of new appreciation for "the other side" and that's a good thing. I think I can safely say that I have (almost) survived the experience, and I still have a (little) smile on my face. Then again, it's almost time to draw AM labs. Let's see what kind of trouble that brings about.