Lannon and his Mommy are having Birthdays!!

One year ago today my baby was born. He was so small and helpless, who know he would grow to be the little pill he is today. He was so egar to get here that he put me into labor on my birthday. I can now say that it was worth all the smiles, giggles and this whole adventure we have been on for the last year. Technecally it started long before that, but who keeps track. After years of taking care of other peoples children, I can say two things: It was much easier when I could leave a the end of the day and being a mommy does not mean I know everything.

So here are some pictures for all you to oh and ahh over. Enjoy!!

This was taken at the 4th of July. We waited in a very long line, but it was worth it.

Ending with a Bang or rather a boom!!

The last seven weeks I have been babysitting for my mother-in-law's boss, who is a dentist. When I decided to do it I thought that it would make her life at work easier because her boss wouldn't have to worry about child care while her regular sitter was on vacation. Well, it turns out that her regular sitter didn't do squat and gets pays diddly squat. So the job consisted of watching two boys, ages 2 1/2 and 5, four days a week for 5-9 hours a day. It totally sucked. Their normal sitter let them watch TV all day long; they didn't eat real meals, just snacks all day and they never left the house. If that doesn't sound too bad to you, we just imagine the most spoiled, rotten brats you have ever known and double it. I could, however, bring my son to work. But that too turned out to be a bad thing. Any way, to make a long story short, yesterday was my last day. I took them to the zoo, we had fun, then when we got home....the five-year-old fell out of my car and did a face plant on the cement. He didn't break anything, just his lip. Oh and the gum above his teeth was bleeding, profusely. I really thought their mom was going to freek out on me, but amazingly she didn't. But its all over and today I am doing nothing. Yay!!!

On a sad note. My grandmother died a few weeks ago. She was 83 and was in poor health for the last few years. It happened suddenly, but kind of romantically. She died in my grandfathers arms, how sweet is that. Now I wonder whose funeral I'll got to next my mothers or my grandfathers.

New Pictures.!!

Okay, I finally have some pictures of Lannon. He is 9 months old and so cute.

Who Knew!!

So, I didn't think it would get to this point so fast. My son is at the stage where he only wants Mommy. I'm flattered, of course, but its kind of insulting to the grandma's when he starts to scream hysterically and won't stop until Mommy holds him. Daddy will do if mommy is nowhere to be found.



The other thing I wanted to tell all of you is that my husband is a hero. Not just my hero. About two weeks ago John was patrolling and was flagged down by a young man whose friend had just collapsed in the back of his car. John started CPR on the sidewalk until the paramedics arrived, about a minute. He spent the rest of the shift at the hospital and writing a three page report about it. When he came home we was really upset about the whole thing. I was too tired to realize it was because it reminded him of when I had my seizure. Yesterday he was nominated for a Life Saving metal. The afore mentioned reason is keeping him from being excited about it. That and work is his very least favorite place to be. (He misses me and the babe.) He was written-up a few months ago and is trying to avoid further write-ups. Although the sign the of a good officer is being written-up one month and receiving a metal the next.

Oh, and I promise I'll post pictures soon. Lannon is getting so big.

I bought a Goat!!

I don't usually go out and buy strange and smelly animals but this one was for my son. Besides, a goat does not make a good pet. They are, however, good for their milk. Raw goat milk is the next best thing to breast milk, though it also makes you smell like a goat. Since I can't breastfeed and formula has pesticides in it, my baby is eating raw goat milk. Not easy to get here in Colorado. It is illegal to buy or sell raw milk in Colorado. So the way you get around that is to buy a share in a goat and pay boarding fees. I think I called every goat dairy in the metro Denver area to find on that had raw goat milk available. Its the dry season or the time of year you stop milking in order to prepare the goats to give birth, so it was hard to find a goat dairy with any milk. Only two had milk and one of those had shares available. The owner of Fetchin Farms put me ahead of 3 other people to make sure my baby has something to eat. It takes almost an hour to get to her farm, but its worth it. Plus, its a little less expensive than formula. So I didn't really buy a whole goat, just part of one.

My Baby is Cuter than Your Baby!!

I finally have pictures for all of you to see of my adorable baby boy. When I was in Utah, we got the Boo photographed with his cousin Kristen. Aren't they cute!!

Do worry, there is one of him smiling.







If you look really close they are holding hands. They were just laying there and Kristen just grabbed his hand. Its so cute.





Of course, our album wouldn't be complete without him in a Broncos outfit. In this one he is holding up his index finger. After all, the Broncos did win their game on Sunday and are at the top of their division.







Call me a geek, but I thought it would be cute to where our Broncos jerseys in our family picture. I'm not the traditional "lets get dress up" kind of girl. If I could have managed it, my cat would be in the picture too. He loves watching football too and he has a blue harness to go with his orange fur that makes him a Broncos Kitty. My husband says if the Broncos make it to the Superbowl again he is getting a blue mohawk. If you want one, e-mail me your address, this is on our Christmas card.

As you can see by the time I will post this, it is the wee hours of the morning.
I didn't choose to be up this early and the Boo is actually asleep, too. I'm having an EEG this morning. I went bed to at midnight and got up at 4am. I'm supposed to fatugued for the test, during which they are going to try to make me have another seizure. Its a very good sign if I don't. I still have to be on medication for at least three month and I can't drive for that long, but at least there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

My Husband Saved My Life

Last Thursday in the wee hours of the morning, I had a seizure that made me bite my tongue so hard that it rolled back in my throat and cut off my airway. My husband woke up to me gurgling. He described it as the sound you make when all of the air is escaping your body. Thank heaven he is a First Responder. He preformed mouth to mouth and called 911. There is a fire station very close to my house so they probably arrived within minutes. I was taken to a hospital just to the south, in Parker, CO. I remember being aware of being in the hospital but I was very groggy. My husband said that I kept asking for my baby but I could not remember what his name is. Sometime later I was sent to ST. Joe's in Denver, where a bunch of tests were preformed.

All this time my four-month-old baby was at home with my mother-in-law really freaked out. He was in my bedroom when the firemen came and took me. It really scared him. I was told that he was upset all day and only smiled once and my baby is a pretty happy baby.

When I was finally released from the hospital it was only after a I finished an IV bag Dilantin, an anticonvulsant drug, which burned when it when into my arm. So they hooked it up to my other arm and it still burned but I had no other choice if I wanted to leave. Plus, the second arm the drug went in was left sore and bruised for days after.

So now I can't drive for the next three months, because that is how long I will be on the Dilantin and it can cause drowsiness and dizziness, both of which I have experienced. I can't breastfeed any more either because the Dilantin might hurt my baby too. The doctor in the hospital said it would be safe, yet I have to be on a very reliant birth control because it causes major deformities in fetuses and in a study of infants who where breastfeed while their mother were on the drug 7 our of 10 experience intestinal distress. So it could be safe, but I'm not going to take any chances and put my baby at risk. So now he is eating raw goats milks. Amazingly it costs less than formula and doesn't give him gas. I also have had some memory lose, mostly short term but some of my long term memories are little fuzzy too. Sometimes it take longer than usual to recall memories or do normal tasks like writing this blog.

The doctors aren't sure what caused my seizure. I have a bunch of tests next week to find the cause. I think it was caused by stress. But we shall see what the doctors say.