Baller

This video is a little behind.  Caden was actually 9 or 10 months old here (he hit 11 months yesterday).  This boy loves playing ball. 

It's apparent you're a parent when...

...you're collecting diarrhea samples out of a saran wrap diaper.

Caden may have E coli.  Anyone know how you collect watery/mucusy/bloody baby poop?  I was told to get saran wrap and line the inside of his diaper with it so none of it would be absorbed.

Then I had to pour/scrape the content into this grey container (while trying not to get it EVERYWHERE).  I then filled the containers and kept them in the refrigerator (Ick!!) until I was ready to take it up to the lab.  It's a messy and disgusting process with a baby that is crawling all over the house.  At least if I ever have to do it again I should be a little more efficient.  We should know the results of the culture in about 3 days. 

Why, oh WHY did I not let Cody stay at home with Caden today?

That thing is still alive?

This morning was a traumatic one.  It started off as a normal morning of getting ready for work.  I put Caden in his car seat (at the last possible minute to leave my house), then I opened the front door and hopped in the drivers seat.  As I grabbed the handle to pull my door closed I see a spider right next to my hand.  Of course it wasn't just any spider, it was the mother of them all...a tarantula!

Those of you who know me, understand that I have a pretty intense fear of spiders (just not quite like my phobia of vomit).  It's not that i'm afraid of getting bit, or that some of them are poisonous.  Its simple the fact that they have 8 legs and it CREEPS.ME.OUT.  The bigger the spider, the more I hate them.  I may have grown up as a country girl but I will get dramatic in a hurry when I see a spider.  I don't even like looking at pictures of them.  Tarantulas are the worst!  I know they are harmless but they are huge, hairy, and they can jump. 

Anyway, I let out a scream, jump out of the car and run around outside like a crazy person feeling like they were crawling all over me.  I look back in my car and the tarantula was still there, slowly moving its hairy legs.  Oh my gross!  Now what?!?!

Only thing I knew to do was call Cody who was already at work.  This is how our conversation went....

Cody: Hello?
Lacy: I CAN'T GO TO WORK TODAY!
Cody: What? Why?
Lacy: There is a tarantula in my car.  IN MY CAR!  I almost touched it! I can't go to work because I don't know how to get it out! 
Cody: (starts laughing)...That thing is still alive????
Lacy: What did you just say?  YOU KNEW IT WAS IN THERE?.......

I'm leaving off the rest of that conversation because I'm not sure it's appropriate.  I don't get mad very often, but that sent me way past mad.  Caden and I could have had a serious accident if I were driving down the highway and spotting that thing with me.

Luckily the spider was on the inside part of my door.  I wasn't about to get close enough to it to knock it out or smash it.  So how did I get to work?  I got a water hose and flushed him out from about 15 feet away.  I didn't even care that I was getting the inside of my car all wet (Cody will be cleaning it this weekend now).

I didn't even find out how or why there was a tarantula in my car for about 5 hours.  I was too mad.  As it turns out, Cody was driving my car yesterday to work.  He saw a tarantula on the road and decided to pick it up and take it to work to scare another guy who hates them.  Yes, Cody is that guy... Once he got to work he couldn't find the spider.  So he left his windows down all day while at work thinking it would either die in the car or get out.  He never saw it again so he ASSumed one of those happened. 

I could have killed him if he weren't the father of my child.

Memorial Day 2010

We finally got to try out the new pool at Cody's mom and dad's house!  Caden wasn't feeling too well so he wasn't so sure about it.  Plus he gets a little weirded out in crowds--doesn't cry, just gets really quiet.  I love it when all the family gets together and wish we were able to do it more often! 

Kache & Caden

Cade & Uncle Callan

Paislee






Callan




Mimi and Caden--guess all the swimming wore him out.





Cody and his "flip twist"




Cory



Dust Devil vs. Deck

Cody calling my dad...
Dad: Hello?
Cody: Hey Steve, have you seen my deck?
Dad: Excuse me?!?!?
Way to start a conversation with my dad.

Anyway, looks like we are building a new deck on our next free weekend.

Physical Therapy School Graduation!

FINALLY!!  Is that crazy or what?!? What a wild ride it has been. 5 years of college to get my bachelors degree, plus semesters of taking pre-requisite classes required for PT programs (classes I hated, such as chemistry), 5 years of working as a physical therapy tech for minimal pay to get experience hours built up, 3 years of applications sent to PT schools followed by rejection letters, interviews gone bad due to my uncontrollable need to be completely honest, more application process followed by an acceptance letter, 2 years of physical therapy classes including cadaver dissections (such an amazing experience that I wished I was blogging during that time so I could go back and read about it later) and labs practicing physical therapy on classmates (getting to know each other too well in the process--aka naked Tuesday lab) and 1 year of clinical rotations. Not to mention a health scare, getting engaged, planning a wedding in 2 months, tying the knot, experiencing pregnancy while living 160 miles away from my husband and, and have a baby all in one year.

I am still currently finishing up my last 8 week clinical (since I missed my first one after Caden was born) so technically I haven't completed my PT school requirements and won't get my diploma until August.  This also means that at convocation (our doctoral hooding ceremony) and commencement ceremonies they announced everyone else as "Dr. ___  ___  ___."  while I sat out of alphabetical order from my classmates at the very back of the line so I could be announced as "Lacy Beth Coltharp" since I had one more (elective) clinical to go.   It was noted in the program that I was graduating in August pending completion of requirements.  I know it's silly but that was a real bummer for me.  It is a clinical doctorate degree and I would never really want anyone to refer to me as "Dr.", but it did sting a little to be sectioned out from my class.  Graduation ceremonies are boring, I wasn't there for the thrill of walking the stage.  I was there for the thrill of uniting with my classmates as we finish up our degrees and hearing that announced--so it kinda felt like a bit of a slap in the face or like I had failed at something.  The sting didn't last long though, I was too excited to worry about it.

Bryan and Sarah at graduation!



Caden's fan club

 

Cody, Caden, Me, Mel (+ future nephew), and Dusty

Love my family!

Us with Randy and Cindy (Cody's mom & dad)

only because Caden's hair is awesome in this pic

My family

Caden's "cheese" face.  LOVE this baby!

Caden and his Poppy



Yay!!!

Celebration dinner with friends




Caroline celebrating with us!

Dad, Bryan, and Cody

Zach and Amber

Caden and his "Aunt" Diana.  He's so blessed to have her in his life!!

Caden and Oriana.  She calls him the "PT baby" since my class was so involved with him and my pregnancy.

After our convocation ceremony.

Getting "hooded".  (is that even a real word?)

Me, Diana, and Kimberlee--words cannot describe how much I will miss being with these girls everyday.

Me and my boys :)

I can distinctly remember telling people that "I won't graduate until May of 2011" with my tone saying "so so far away". May 21, 2011 has come and gone! What an incredible journey these last 3 years have been!