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This Episode Is Brought To You By The Letter: H

Well I assume I will be all over the place today, but that's not uncommon.


First off,  yesterday 6 years ago, was the loss of a coach and family friend that I will forever hold dear to my heart.  I think about JB often, and heaven is lucky to have him.  He did so much for the community and for me personally, and I hope we never forget that.  I appreciate all the time he spent trying to better me as a player and as a person.  You will not be forgotten.


http://www.basehorinfo.com/news/2006/jan/05/communities_mourn_loss/?utm_campaign=ljpgtweet&utm_source=ljpgtweet&utm_medium=ljpgtweet


Moving on, today has already been much much better than yesterday.  I'll spare you all the details, but Haley was extremely difficult.  I hadn't been that tired, that worn out, and that tired of crying since she was first born.  Today has been much better.  She slept in.  Taking her naps like a champ.  I am so grateful, because I couldn't have done another day like that.


Now with that said, I am going to make a confession.  I really don't let Haley watch TV.  I try to have it off when she is awake and either play music quietly or have nothing on at all.  When she was first born, I did watch old episodes of Grey's constantly.  After becoming a mother, I started seeing the content from the eyes of a mother and a Christian and not a twenty-something kid.  Don't get me wrong, I'll probably continue watching the new episodes, but only when Haley is asleep.  They glorify taboo topics and often cross the line pushing their, what appears to be, liberal agenda.  I think a fellow blogger summed it up best on her post about Aborting Grey's.  I am very conflicted about continuing to watch the show.  I feel as if I need to make a stance.  I need to make the move and delete the timer on my DVR to get rid of the temptation. But that is for another day....


Back to my point.  Since Haley was born, I have been bombarded with stats that reveal how terrible TV is for infants under two.  So I do my best.  It is a constant battle between doing what's "right" and doing whats easy.  After yesterday, I opted for what was easy.  All I wanted was to do my hair and make-up without a screaming child in the background.  So I flipped on Sesame Street.  Not a peep.  I checked on her multiple times.  The kid...did.not.move.  She literally stared at the TV.  That's it.  Didn't play with her toys.  Didn't go "dadadadadadadadadadadadadadaDADADADADADADADADADADADAdadadadadad...." like she usually does ALL day long.  It was so strange.  I have never seen her that intense about anything ever.  I felt guilty, but it was so nice to be able to do something in the other room without her fussing (we are battling MAJOR separation anxiety).


Let me back track a little.  I am not at all criticizing parents who let their kidlets watch TV.  I think a lot of information out there on parenting is extreme and unrealistic.  There has to be a balance.  The reason I am trying to abstain from TV for Haley is because the only channel we have that is appropriate for her it PBS and there are only like two shows I can actually stand.  I wish we had the Nick channels because I've seen great educational shows for babys and kidlets.  But we don't.  The other part of it is, Haley is not necessarily speedy as far as her development goes.  It's nothing to be concerned about, but she is usually a half a month to a month behind on hitting her milestones.  (What I mean is, when 'most' kids can do X by whatever age, she doesn't do X until a couple weeks to a month after that age).  It is nothing major and the pediatrician says it is because she sleeps a lot.  In addition to that fact, Ian and I are busy bodies.  We are on the go a lot, which means she is in a car seat, probably more than I would like to admit (or was, we are working on this).  With that said, when she is awake, at home, and on the floor;  she needs to be playing hard.  Moving around, and developing.  So like I said, I am not at all brow beating parents who have the TV going, I am just trying to help my kidlet to balance the not so great choices I've made. (She is only 7 and a half months old and I already have a list of 70 things I would do different...)


Anyways, I am not even sure what my point is now.  But the great thing is that Haley has been sleeping well and less fussy today.  Thank goodness.  


This weekend is another holiday weekend.  Ian is working so I have decided to spend the weekend at the lake with my parents.  Lake in Jan.?  Alright, I'll take it.  The weather is looking to be in the 50's and 60's which is amazing.  I will probably take a book.  Eat some food.  Drink some wine.  Relax with my parents.  And enjoy a slower pace of life for a few days.  


The kiddos return to school next week which means I will then return to my schedule with my little buddy, but this time, 5 days a week instead of 3.  And then I'll have weekends completely off along with Ian.  Still seems crazy to me... 


Well that is all I have for today.  Have a fantastic day!


Jeremiah 19:11 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 

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