Big Girl Bath

Tonight's bathtime was yet another reminder that my little baby girl is growing so quickly! Tonight, Mya took a bath like a big girl. She no longer needs the sling to lie down on during bathtime. Instead, she can sit up (all on her own) and play. She shared bathtime with her favorite farm friends: cow, pig, and duck! She even let me pour water over her head to rinse away the shampoo. Although stunned at first, she didn't seem to be bothered too much. I have a feeling I will need to allot more time for bathtime now. She really seems to enjoy it!

My Little Love Bug

Mya has started to hug and kiss! She takes my face in both of her little hands, opens her mouth wide, and literally dives towards my face to plant a wet, slobbery kiss on her Momma! Then, she squeezes her hands and buries her head into my neck for a big hug! I LOVE IT!!!!!! This may be the most special feeling I have gotten yet from being a mom. I can't get enough hugs and kisses from my little MyMy...luckily she does it a lot!

I don't have a picture of our hugs and kisses.... Matt tried to capture it but I had a double-chin and I DELETED the picture! But, here is a picture of my little love bug being sweet and cute!

Carly Time!

The Girls!

While Andra and Steve were in Jamaica for a friend's wedding, my parents, Matt, and I were on babysitting duty. The boys stayed with my parents for the entire time (Wednesday-Monday) but Carly had to get back for school. So, Matt and I brought her home with us for a night. We had a great time with her. She is a great helper with Mya, too! We shopped, did crafts, painted nails, ate popcorn while watching a movie, and shared a couple of meals together! Mya LOVED having her around and thought she was pretty funny! It was so cute to watch the two "girls" together! It was nice to have another girl around to do "girly" stuff with! It makes me excited for the years to come with Miss Mya. We will have so much fun!

Carly loved my craft station in the basement!

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Grandpa,

Happy birthday to you!

We celebrated my Grandpa Bob's, 89th birthday this last weekend. It was a great celebration with food, drinks, cake, and even some fishing! I am so glad we were able to all be there together to celebrate his 89 years of life!

Massage Therapy

Sometimes when you've had a long, hard day, you just need a little TLC. Mya got some special treatment, a baby massage, from her Daddy. She loves it when he does this, and she even has her own little sound of enjoyment that she does every time!

What does Mommy have to do to get a massage???

Good Mom, Bad Mom

I am a good mom, I am a good mom, I am a good mom.

I just have to say it a few times to convince myself after the last couple of days.

Stories from a good mom....


I will start with some reasons that I know that I am a good mom. I love my daughter more than anything in the world. In fact, I never knew I could love another human being more. I look at her in awe that Matt and I actually created such an amazing little person. As she grows each day, she shows more personality, ability, and curiosity. She has the sense of humor of her father and the independence of her mother. Although I may be biased, I feel that she is absolutely brilliant. After only eating table food for a few weeks, she wants to eat independently. Meaning, she wants to feed herself. She may not get 90% of the food into her mouth, but it certainly isn't for the lack of trying. Being the neatfreak- controlfreak that I am (see the similarity between us), it sometimes becomes a bit of a power struggle between the two Wiegman girls. I have to remind myself how great it is for her fine motor skill development. With her newfound independence, I decided that it was time to move away from all of the baby food and give her the opportunity to experience more "human" food. I spent her entire naptime yesterday, cooking up multiple cuisines for the little lady. I made 3 different entrees, divided them into tupperware, and froze them for mealtime. Tonight, she enjoyed the pasta entree. She loved trying to get the noodles into her mouth! I loathed continuously picking them up off the floor! No shirt, no shoes, no service definitely didn't apply in the Wiegman Restaurant tonight. We opted for just diaper as Mya attempted to feed herself! She may have been covered with tomato sauce and noodles, but she had a smile on her face the entire time!

Entree 1: noodles, vegetables, and a pinch of cream of mushroom soup

Entree 2: rice, vegetables, and a pinch of cream of mushroom soup

Entree 3: noodles, hamburger, and tomatoe sauce

Ok, now my confessions of a bad mom...

There are times where I just need a moment. I may need to clean, complete school work, cook, or ok... just check my email or maybe do a little facebooking. Guilty as charged. Recently, Mya has been playing so peacefully in her Bumbo seat. She can sit snuggly (without losing her balance) and play with an array of toys. She loves it.... she loved it!

Confession 1- Yesterday while working on report cards, I heard Mya playing with her toys as usual. She was babbling, squealing, even giggling at some of her favorites. All of a sudden, her squeals of joy turned to squeals of terror. I jumped up to see Mya lying on the floor. How did this happen? She usually fits snuggly into the Bumbo with little possibility of escaping. Apparently, her independence, as talked about previously, got the best of her. She decided to reach, reach, reach for her desired toy. Reaching so far and so hard she popped right on out of her Bumbo seat.... landing face first on the rug. I felt terrible. Did I actually let completing my report cards make me forget to check on my daughter?

Confession 2- Any mom that has ever been anywhere in public with a crabby, crying, squealing child knows that you would do almost anything to quiet him/her down. I have gone to drastic measures to do so. I admit, I have opened an UNWASHED package of pacifiers and stuck the plug into Mya's mouth (don't worry...I paid for it). I have opened a package of cheese or fruit puffs and fed her in the middle of the grocery store (again, I paid for them), I have asked for a free sample of meat or cheese from the deli counter- acted interested in front of the clerk and then passed it on to my hungry child, I have even grabbed a cucumber off of the salad bar and given it to Mya to suck on (FYI- I used to be disgusted with people that ate off of the salad bar).

Apparently, I did the unthinkable. Again, I was at the grocery store (is there a pattern here?) and I had a hungry, tired, crabby baby. I HAD to finish my shopping. So.... I handed Mya a SMALL piece of plastic (embarrassed to admit this... the plastic they give you with the free sample of cheese at the deli counter!). It was by NO means big enough to suffocate with or small enough to choke on. It was just perfect for her to play with and keep her entertained for just enough time for me to finish my shopping. She was quiet, I was shopping... GREAT! Not so much. A woman came running over to my cart and with great concern got my attention and said, "Ma'am, your daughter is chewing on plastic." "What?" I said. "Oh, that's not good," I replied. With complete embarassment, I grabbed the plastic out of her hand, put it into the cart, and acted like it was a complete accident. So, to the lady at the grocery store, thanks for saving my baby's life, but next time.... have an alternative so that my baby is entertained while I finish my shopping.

What a Weekend!

It seems as we get closer and closer to the summer, our weekends get more and more jam packed! We are trying to take advantage of the beautiful weather and do as much as possible. Here's a rundown of what our weekend consisted of:


Friday: Every Momma Needs a Little Vacation!

All last week I prepared for my BIG night out. I made sure I had a new outfit, jewelry, and everything else I needed to have a great time in Bloomington. I thought I was completely prepared for my first night away from Miss Mya. What I didn't realize was while I was physically prepared, mentally and emotionally I wasn't prepared at all. It was much harder than I thought to leave behind the little miss even if it was for less than 24 hours. Would she miss me as much I as I would miss her?

I was scheduled to leave around 1:00 on Friday afternoon and be back home bright and early Saturday morning. Not much time away from the little one. The big questions were on all of our minds... "How will she do without Momma to feed her milk? Will she take a bottle? Will she scream her little head off?"

We did, indeed, have a FABULOUS time on Friday. We drank at some of our old stompin' grounds! I certainly can't drink like I used to, dress like I used to, or look like I used to. I felt a bit old (A young "lady" misinterpretted Brittany and thought she graduated hs in 07' NOT 97'!) and counted my blessings that my life no longer consisted of binge drinking, "hoochie clothes", and barhopping. Don't get me wrong... it was fun for ONE night (FYI- I didn't wear hoochie clothes).... BUT that's all this old Momma can handle!

So, the answers to the big questions:

How will she do without Momma to feed her milk? Great- she ate dinner and breakfast without missing Momma's milk

Will she take the bottle? NO!

Will she scream her head off? hmmm... not sure about this one. Matt alluded to the fact that she may have had her "moments." She did have a TERRIBLE cold (???) when I got home. The poor little thing seemed awfully miserable. I'm not sure if she has a cold, an ear infection, or is getting a tooth. Why is it that the symptoms to all of these are so similar?

Overall, Mya and I had a great night. I certainly missed her LOTS and LOTS! I am so thankful for my life and am glad to have left the Bloomington/Normal bar scene behind! THANKS daddy for watching Mya and giving me a night out!




Saturday: Pool Boy

The day after my big night out, we decided to finally do the dreaded opening of our pool. Neither Matt nor I had any idea where to even begin. We were fortunate enough to have my friend from work, Bob, come up to help me. He's pretty used to my relentless whining... after 6 years of working with me, I think he has found that it's just easier to help me rather than try to teach me! He spent the entire day helping us open the pool. He was very patient as he tried to explain each step. Now, if only he could come back everyday to remind me of what I am supposed to be doing! Already, the pump has stopped working! I can tell this is going to be an "experience." I love the idea of having a pool but hate the idea of having yet, another, chore!

Swimming anyone? Ok, we have a ways to go! But, Bob said the water actually looks pretty good! Hard to believe some chemicals and a little vacuuming could clean this baby up!

Matt's cousin, Dave, came to visit on Saturday. He enjoyed some of Matt's famous ribs- even saying they were the best he'd ever had! The two enjoyed some beers, bbq, and conversation! Mya enjoyed his company Sunday morning!

Sunday: A Day at the Parade

Grandma held Mya while Momma gathered the candy!

On Sunday, we were off to visit Grandma Diane. We were pleasantly surprised to find out that it was Orland Days. We had lunch at Grandma's house, played a little, and walked down to the parade. Mya loved Grandma's toy that she could stand and play with. Mya was SUCH a good girl! She watched all of the police cars and firetrucks pass by with their loud sirens and bright lights. She only cried once when a firefighter blew the truck horn right in front of us! I think I was partly to blame, as I jumped while holding her! We got lots and lots of candy thrown our way! Mya even learned to wave!!! It was so cute to watch her watch everyone go by.

Mya was such a big girl standing up while playing with this toy!