My first Blog

Well, I caved…
I wonder if anyone will be interested in this besides my own mother!? :)  However I am going to try posting more family information to this and a little less to Facebook.  So here goes!

I am getting so excited to travel to Toledo this weekend. It feels like forever since I've seen my family and friends, and Sloane has gotten so big (well, not THAT big) and learned so much.  I miss Brandon and wish he could come. I treasure our weekends now that that is almost the only time we get to spend together.  However he loves his new job and that is all I can ask for, especially since I'm faced with the possibility of being laid off very soon.  I have mixed feelings about it… I would love to have the time to spend with Sloane while she's little and possibly work on my PMP certificate without feeling the added stress.  Knowing our time here is limited, it really wouldn't be a career killer.  However, the pride in me wants to "survive" this massive lay off because I know and can say confidently that I'm one of the good ones.  I seem to change my mind depending on the day.

Sloane had her 9 month well visit.  She is 16lbs 15oz. and 27 3/4 inches tall.  Average height but a bit petite with her weight. Now that she's mobile the Doctor doesn't expect her to pack on the pounds so we'll see where we're at in another 3 months (OMG, she'll be one. Just crazy).
She's doing great, working on getting her 5th tooth. My main concern at this appointment was food.  I'm just not sure if the approach I am taking is pushing her or holding her back. Neither of which I want to do.  Something they don't tell you when you're pregnant is just how much you'll compare your parenting style to others.  The peer pressure, while not intentional, is worse than in High School!  Luckily I got the answer I was hoping for from our pediatrician.  She said I was doing just great and that she's on track. She should still be getting 24-32 oz of formula per day as well as finger foods and some solids… CHECK! I also took her suggestion of skipping the stage three foods (in her words, they're disgusting) and went to the Gerber Graduates (cut up of course).  It worked and my big girl LOVED the ravioli and fruit bits for dinner. I think we've found that happy medium.

I'm ready to move. Straight up without feeling ashamed in saying it.. this house freaks me out during the week when Brandon's not here. I am sitting here right now freaking out because I keep hearing "bumps" like someone is coming up the stairs or messing around the kitchen.  I often wonder what I'm going to do when Sloane tells me someday that she's afraid of ghosts. I can't very well tell her: "me too".

Well, I hope whoever out there is interested has found my very first blog interesting.  It was fun, kind of like a journal that I know people will read.

Thanks for stopping by.. Love, Nicki