Thursday, July 16, 2009

My new blog

So I started a new blog for a contest and to keep track of all my great deals. Check it out at:

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A haircut and a hole in the wall

Well I guess it was bound to happen one of these days, I am just glad it didn't happen on my watch. Let me start at the beginning.
I recently got called to work with the Young Women at church, YAY! Well the week after I became an official YW leader it was time for Girls camp, so I loaded up the car and Enzo and I went to Girls Camp for a day. Anthony stayed home with Vincent. Enzo and I had a great day, he did so well treking through the woods.
As I was driving home Anthony called me to see how far away I was. Then the news came...he said, "Oh by the way, Vincent decided he wants a cool short summer haircut." "WHAT HAPPENED?!" I said. I knew this couldn't have been Vincent's idea. Just a few weeks ago when I was trimming his hair he told me, "Mom, don't cut it too short." (I think I already knew what happened.) Anthony continued, "Well, I was taking a nap on the couch and Vincent decided to cut his hair with the scissors you left out." (ME) "I didn't leave any scissors out, Vincent was using those to cut paper." (Anthony) "Oh, well just don't freak out when you get home."
Well when I got home I just wanted to cry. I now understand why my mother cried when my sister cut a big chunk of hair out of my bangs when I was 3. Then I got mad, how could this happen? Well I told Vincent, "we have to cut all your hair off now." Then the tears came, not mine, his. I tried to explain he would still have some hair on his head, it would just be really short. So the next day I cut off all his hair. I was so mad about the whole situation, plus Enzo was having a bad day. I think babies can sense these things. Unfortunatly my temper got the best of me and I took it out on the bathroom wall (see picture below). I now understand why little kids are so freaked out when someone changes their haircut dramatically. Several years ago when I was in beauty school I cut my hair really short for the first time. My neice was 3 at the time and didn't talk to me for a week. Thankfully Vincent is a boy and hair grows back.

I forgot to take a picture before I started cutting his hair. I had already cut a bunch off the top in this picture. But you can see how short he cut it, right to the scalp! When I was all done he was so excited to look in the mirror. He saw it and just started to cry. I had to try so hard not to cry myself, but I think he learned his lesson.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

One Month Old Already?!

I can't believe our little Enzo is a month old already (January 12th) and I haven't done any blogging since October. So I think it is time to get caught up, even though I should probably be sleeping.

Anthony and I took Vincent to Grandma and Grandpa Bonadio's home on December 11th. I really wanted to get some pictures of Vincent and I and Enzo (in my belly) before the big day (I am usually behind the camera). Vincent did not like this idea but I think we got a few good shots...

Anthony and I left for the hospital a little after 6am on Friday December 12th. My doctor told me I could eat breakfast so we stopped at Hardees for a big breakfast, my last meal as a pregnant woman! On the way to the hospital we were discussing names once more. We were going to name him Nicolas. This was the only name we could agree on, even though I spent hours searching name books (Anthony only spent a few minutes searching). Anthony suggested Enzo for his middle name, but the more I thought about it I really liked it so much better than Nicolas. I told Anthony that maybe we would use Enzo for his first name. He then suggested Constantine for his middle name (I said no to this name with Nicolas). I had to let go of my pride because clearly Anthony had picked the cooler name and when I saw our baby boy for the first time he didn't look like a Nicolas.

Once we got to the hospital I got all hooked up to every wire they could attach to me, oh and of course the IV for the pitocin (used to induce labor). After a few hours I got to see one of my favorite people in the hospital...the anesthesiologist! Thank goodness I had an epidural because I was in labor for almost 12 hours. I spent a lot of time resting and listening to music just waiting for little Enzo to come. He finally arrived at 6:16pm! Even though I had a long labor the delivery was quite easy after 2-3 pushes Enzo was out! He weighed 8lbs 5oz and was 21 in long.