Bottles With A View

My life right now is consumed by bottles, and not the type of bottle that would fill a wine glass. Baby bottles are endless. WB3 is 6 months has started eating cereal, which he LOVES, and knows his bottle when he sees it. 

 And the breast milk, it is overtaking our lives! The good news is we have enough to last us, a "family" of 5, a month or two in case Zombies were to attack.

  The only plus side to spending 30-50 minutes throughout my day washing bottles is making sure the patio guys are working. Another spring/summer watching machines and guys work. Cheap entertainment if you ask me. Both the kids enjoy looking out the windows to see what is going on. Itty E announces every morning "Guys here!" and checks on them periodically outside telling them to "be careful" when caring moving dirt or pouring the cement. What was suppose to be finished early summer has turned into late summer due to Itty E spoiling the guys with cookies and Popsicles. Lucky guys!!

Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeep Beeeeeeeeeep

My roomie and I live on the second floor of an apartment. For two girls who enjoy having the windows open, we felt it was a little safer. The one thing we never thought about was what we would do during a tornado.

   During last weeks storms when we were ready to sit down and watch The Voice the wonderful emergency alert popped up on the TV and ruined our night. The meteorologist (who shall remain nameless) advised us to go to the basement until further notice. I laughed, Bestest Buddy was concerned for our safety. Sooo.... where do we go? The hallway! Seemed like a logical place. We grabbed our computers to Google where we really should be, cranked up in the TV and laughed at one more experience we can add to our "Roomie" List.

Dance Dance

 What was suppose to be a first floor guest bedroom turned into our play room. Sits right in the front of the house with big windows, which the blinds are always open. We spend 75 percent of our day in the play room goofing around, watching Dora, making a mess, having a snack, but most importantly DANCING! I will turn on Pandora and we sing, march and act out all the songs. The neighbors have to love watching us acting like fools!

  One of my favorite songs since I was little was "You are my sunshine". It's a song that was sung to me, I sang it to my 10 yr old BFF when I put her to sleep, and I sing in to Little Girl when I would rock her. It is a song that I would pick her up, dance her around the room and sing. It is our song. When she hears certain songs, she knows how we dance to them. Just a few days ago while I was getting her snack ready she comes into the kitchen and says to be "Tata, come." I followed her to the play room to hear our song playing. When I realized what she wanted I asked if she wanted to dance. "Yep" she responded.

                       MELT.MY.HEART.  

Obviously it brought a tear to my eye simply because when she gets married, if I'm around for that, it will be a song we dance to simply so I can embarrass her.

WHAT THE HECK!?!

  I have some really sad news to share.... so please sit down. Take a deep breath.



The end of my 20's are rapidly coming to an end. Sad, I know. Looking back each year has been amazing. I learned a little more, matured (a teeny tiny) more, and experienced a little more. I have followed my dream of becoming a nanny, taken amazing trips with my friends, moved out and back home, lived out of state, kept the same friends, had plenty of laughs, late nights and hangovers. I was never tied down and always had to opportunity to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

  Out of all my ages,  22 was a grand old time, 25 was fun too. But 29? I HATE YOU!!!! Why you might ask? 29 has given me more white hairs than any other age. Early fall I found my 2nd WHITE hair (the first one was during nanny school). I called my mom to cry. She was pretty unsympathetic. after a moment of silence she said "Well Tara, you are almost 30. Your Grandma was completely white by 40."  It took everything in me not to hang up.  And what I love the most is that my family just laughs, yes maybe I am a little dramatic about it, but its my friends that care and try to be understanding.

#4 Pulled to its death 2/7/14

  I guess what gets me the most is they aren't even curly. I mean come on hair! I take such care and pride in my curls. Becoming white, ok fine I will deal.  But not keeping up with the rest of the curls?? Nope, You are getting pulled out!! Little things like this make me wish I was a guy so I could just shave my head.

#1 I hate you

White Stuff?

And so it begins... another Ohio winter. Who would have thought this year would be worse than the last.  Here are a couple pictures of the Little Girl and I during the very first snow. November I think. She loved it! We made a few snow balls to throw which she found to be hilarious.

Amazing how something so cute and small, like her, can melt your heart.

Helloooooo 20 14

MY OH MY! what a crazy fall/winter it has been!!!

   Itty E is approaching 2 and becoming a true toddler. She talks up a storm, which I absolutely love! I have great conversations with her mostly about Dora, Teddy, purple kaka, and Denny the landscaper. She knows her colors, shapes and learning numbers, ABC's and singing any song at the top of her lungs. I can't believe she will be 2 in just a few more weeks, honestly where has the time gone?

Getting ready for baby's arrival

  We had a new addition join our family December 1st. A precious baby BOY, WB3. He was born for a full head of dark hair and a dark completion. Complete opposite of his big sister. He eats, sleeps and poops. He and I have truly bonded over the last two months and he knows I am a sucker when it comes to holding him. Hold a sleeping baby for 90 minutes and not do any other work? SURE! Your parents will understand!   My little buddy has put his parents at easy with just how well he has taken to me. I mean, it really has no choice. Itty E hasn't been phased by her baby brother all too much. She cried because he cried the first time we changed his diaper. She isn't afraid to tell you to put him down when she wants her full attention.

69 going out with a BANG

  Well...  the second half of the summer has been very exciting for my family and I. My dad had a nurse visit the house who noticed his left carotid artery was blocked. She advised him to see his doctor who confirmed it was blocked and needed surgery. Next was a stressed test that came back positive. His doctor then sent him to his cardiologist for a heart cath. My brothers and I knew what was going on but weren't really fazed by anything. He called me Monday at work to tell me he was having a heart cath done the next day. What does this mean? "Well, they can clear me for surgery, put a stint in, or I will have open heart surgery."   Open heart?? NOPE! Not my dad! Not The Sarge! My dad goes to the gym 3 days a week, golfs as much as he can, watches was he eats (but doesn't skimp out on the chocolate and peanut butter ice cream at night). I was confident the "worst case scenario" wasn't going to happen.

The picture my brothers & I received out of ICU.

   Tuesday while having lunch with Itty E I received a text from my mom that my dad was going in for his procedure. Nap time my mom called. "Well... your dad is going to.....'' CALL WAS DROPPED!!!!!!!!   I immediately started balling my eyes out!! Poor Itty E had no idea what was going on. Freaking out I called what seemed like a million times and finally my mom answered (stupid hospital cell service) and in a calm voice she told me that my dad had been admitted into the hospital and was still waiting to hear when he would be having surgery.

36 hrs after surgery.

  After what seemed like the longest work day, I ran to my apartment to get clothes then it was straight for hospital. My dad needed to see his "precious baby"!!   If Jim Woofter was at all nervous about this operation he didn't show it one bit. Surgery was scheduled for early Wednesday morning which meant little sleep for me, and next to nothing for my mom. We were with him as he was wheeled down into the OR, I was able to meet the surgeon and his staff as my mom walked my dad into the room. From there my mom and I, along with my uncle and cousins, grabbed our pager and sat in the waiting room for hours. Three hours after we received an update that the artery was done, dad was on the bypass machine and all was going good. Half Way! I called back to make sure the doctor wasn't tired and he was feeling ok. I mean, if he needed Starbucks or a snack I would have gotten it for him!

  After seven hours everything was complete and surgery went great. Thank You, Jesus!! The doctor came out to tell us his artery was blocked 80% and he did 5 bypasses. After my mom made it well known that "your father is VERY lucky to be alive. He could have had a stroke or a heart attack at work, playing golf, at the gym..." YEP!! You know, that is what every only daughter wants to hear as she is holding her dad's hand in the ICU with tubes in his mouth.  I called at 5:30AM the next day and the tubes were out, at 11AM he was in a regular room eating lunch, and by 6:30PM he was walking down the hall when I went to visit. Jim Woofter was so ahead of the game he actually came home just 3 days after surgery! AMAZING!

Lots to celebrate this year!!!

  Being "The Sarge's" only daughter, I took things into my own hands to call, text and email family and friends the whole way through. (Something I have inherited from him
I suppose.)  I talked with his nurse giving her a few "daughter's orders" that if he was overdoing himself he needed to rest, and no visitors other than family. (YEP, I was that child!! Call me crazy but in my eyes he needed to be strong enough to come up, not entertain company.) She was very confident that he knew what was best for him and that he wasn't going to push himself.


   Well.... here we are 47 days after open heart surgery and has nearly fully recovered!!! He was walking around the block just days after, cleared from his doctors and celebrated his 70th birthday after 3 weeks, was putting around the golf course after 4 weeks, and played a full 18 holes "and won money" after 5 weeks. ( That 18 holes nearly put me over the edge making me nervous wreck!) He knows his limits and has been feeling great. It is truly amazing on what doctors can do in this modern world. And I know first hand that all of the thoughts and prayers from our family and friends made this recovery that more easy for my dad!!

one month after surgery.