Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Gimme 3 Steps....

Gimmie me 3 steps baby!

Ollie is finally walking.
We'll, she is taking steps, but doesn't that classify as walking?
She has finally become brave enough to walk
back and forth between people,
always ending it it with a laugh
and clapping for herself.
We are so proud of our little Boogie!
She is such a big girl!
(sorry the video is so dark-we don't use a lot of light)
Live,
Love,
Breathe!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Hangin Tough

Blogging is tough.

Finding time to blog while chasing a 14 month old is tough.

As I type this post, Ollie is rubbing her cheesy lips all over my clean shirt.
We just indulged in a few Doritos.

Ollie is almost 14 months old now.
She has 5 teeth and her back ones are starting to make their debut.
She cannot will not walk. She insists on crawling...everywhere.
Wood floors, concrete, bricks, dirt, everywhere.
She has great balance and can go from sitting to standing all by herself. She can walk really well while holding onto your finger, she just hardly does.
She started crawling at 6 months, so she's been doing it almost a year now and boy is she quick!
They say that the longer they crawl, the better hand-eye coordination they have and the better readers they will become. If this holds true, she should be reading any day now.
Ollie is also quite the talker.
I have no idea what she is saying but she sure does.
Her favorite word/thing right now is bird (buurrd). To her anything that flies is a buurrd. The other day, while eating lunch, a fly flew over our table and Ollie pointed to it and said buurrd.
Her favorite show is still Dora the Explorer and she's fond of Jack's Big Music show as well.
Her sleeping schedule sucks and we need a bigger bed!
To say she is into everything would be an under statement.
Case in point;
I have been working really hard on our annual poker run fundraiser. Several of the Ollie's Army items are stored in the attic and I needed to get them down. I pulled down the 12' ladder and headed up into the HOT attic leaving Ollie playing in the living room. I could hear her banging around and saying, "mama". As I searched through the many boxes of junk, I could still hear Ollie talking so I knew she was OK.  As I made my way over the boxes  I again heard "mama", only this time much closer. To my surprise, Ollie was at the top of the ladder! I about pooped my pants! I did however remain calm, not shouting, but talking softly. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her into letting go. My mom asked me how I got her down the ladder and all I can say is it's true about adrenaline in emergency situations. I don't remember going down. I had so much adrenaline I could have flown down.

On a CF note:
Currently all is well!
No news is good news!
Ollie continues to have breathing treatments twice a day.
She is on albuteral (to open lungs) and Pulmozyme (preventative maintenance).
We are also taking part in the Hyper tonic Saline study and Ollie receives HS twice a day. This is a breathing treatment as well. We are not sure if she is actually receiving the HS or if she is just inhaling a low salt content placebo. We will not know until the end of the study which lasts 1 year. Not knowing kinda sucks but someone has to do the study in order to make progress in the battle against CF.
These breathing treatments are followed up with chest PT's.
These combined take about 45 minutes in the morning and 45 minutes in the evening.
Not so bad.
Ollie has been Pseudomonas free for 8 months now!
Woooo Hooooo!

LIFE IS GOOD!!!

LIFE IS AWESOME!!!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Beach and Birthday for Big Girl


When Ollie was born people would always tell me to enjoy her while I could because time flies. I blew it off, thinking that time would continue to go by the same as it always had. Boy was I wrong! There are not enough hours in the day to squeeze in enough kisses let alone get everything done that needs to be done. I cannot believe that a year has passed since her birth. The only good thing about time passing so quickly is that it all gets better everyday.

Ollie becomes more fun with each passing minute. We can see more personality (which is mine made over so it might not be the best trait I could pass on) everyday. She is a, well, we'll just say "determined" little girl. She is very independent and gets mad when you attempt to assist her. Ollie is quite the climber. The other day I walked into our living room to find her sitting on the bottom shelf of our book case. She can also now climb up and down stairs. Ollie has yet to take any steps and doesn't seem to be interested in walking any time soon. Why should she when crawling gets her from point A to point B in record time. The only problem is I now have to stain stick the knees of all pants before washing, but that won't change even once she is walking.

With all this beautiful weather, we have been visiting the beach. Turns out, Ollie is a beach babe, just like her mama. She plays in the sand all day and doesn't seem to mind when it gets into those "sensitive" areas. Ugh!
Ollie also loves the water. On this particular day, a small sandbar formed right off the beach allowing a small pool of water free of waves to form. Although the water was super cold, we couldn't keep her out of it.

On her birthday, Ollie got her hair cut. Lindsey did a wonderful job and even little O sat through it like a champ. No more mullet!

For her birthday celebration, we had a few friends over for a little fiesta. Everyone enjoyed chips and dip, juice pouches, ice cream and cup cakes. Ollie and friends played in little pools filled with balls, a sprinkler and water table.  
We all had a blast! Our family is truely blessed to have such wonderful friends.

Monday, April 19, 2010

It's A Great Day To Be Alive

This past week has been a long one. It was off to a bad start when I came down with a terrible stomach bug on Sunday and was out of commission until Wednesday. It then moved on to John who was sick through Friday, only to be followed up by Ollie getting it. Ollie is a trooper. She was sick all day Saturday and by Sunday, even though she was still running a slight fever, she was ready to go play. So were we!
John, along with my dad and our friend Hal played in a golf tournament (and won) in Elba. This is a tournament in which they play in ever year. The best part about this particular tournament is that Hal's wife and my very good friend, Laura comes to visit. Laura and Hal are our friends from Freeport and we miss hanging out with them (we're working on getting them to move here).

It is mine and Laura's little tradition to go antique/junk shopping. Of course we hit Peterson's for a little wheelin and dealin and also the new 3 Notch Emporium where Lesley and I have a booth. If you have yet to visit the Emporium, I suggest you go, but that a whole nother post.
On Sunday, since Ollie was feeling better, we headed up to Gantt Lake for a little boat riding. It was a beautiful day. Ollie loves the water but HATES wearing a life jacket. I am still working on finding one that is a little more comfortable (I am open to suggestions). 



The life jacket is "on" her.

All in all, we had a wonderful day and we are looking forward to more.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

We're too Busy...

Playing outside!

The weather has been so beautiful lately and our family loves to play outdoors. Ollie recently got a little red wagon (passed down from her older cousins) and we have been taking rides in it several times a day. She loves riding in that wagon and is quite the dare devil standing up in it as we stroll along. Although Ollie can stand up while holding onto something, she has not yet taken those first steps. She actually couldn't care less about walking. She can get from point A to point B rather quickly by crawling so if it ain't broke, don't fix it. I would love for her to begin walking. I'm not trying to get her to grow up too quickly, I just think by her walking, it would make my life a little easier. I wouldn't have to scrub the knees of her pants quite as often. She could finally wear the dresses that I made her (she can't crawl in dresses). All in all, I'm thinking that she wouldn't get quite as dirty. Oh well. 

Besides riding the wagon, Ollie's other favorite past time is water. She helps me water my flowers and tends to get more water on her than the plants actually get. Yesterday, I had so outdoor painting to do (if you ride by, check out our new pinned in house along with new flower beds) and John was working on our new brick walkway. I wanted Ollie to be outside with us so I got out her new/old swimming pool. Just a word of advise; At the end of each summer, Wal-mart puts all summer stuff (pools, floats, toys, etc.) on clearence. Last year, at the end of summer, I bought Ollie's pool on clearence for just $3.00. It's a $30.00 pool! Be sure to keep your kids in mind at the end of this summer and go ahead and splurge on their next year's summer toys. This time next year you'll be glad you did. Anyway, she loved it. She played in the water for an hour while I painted. She had so much fun and is beginning to get a little suntan. I do believe we will be out there again today.


Happy Spring!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Ghosts and Spirits and Orbs. Oh My!

In my last post, I wrote of our trip to the big easy. Here you will find a few of my favorite ghost stories of the French Quarter with pictures to boot. If you are easily scared or grossed out, please ignore this post. I will not be held responsible for nightmares.
You've been warned!


The LaLauire Mansion (The Haunted House)

1140 Royal Street

In the middle of the French Quarter in New Orleans sits a rather large, yet unassuming house. For all the dull grey colouring on the outside, the house has a very dark history. It is allegedly the most haunted house in New Orleans, yet no one has ever been allowed to investigate because the current owner (Nicholas Cage) forbids visitors, despite not wanting to even spend the night there himself. What Mr Cage cannot hide, though, is the story behind the house. (We learned on our tour that Nicolas Cage lost the house just recently due to back taxes.)

History:
The year is 1831. Dr and Mrs Louis LaLaurie have been married for six years when they purchase the mansion situated at 1140 Royal Street. It is said that the Lalauries were worth around 600 million dollars. Basically, they were the Bill Gates of the 1800's. The couple is prominent in the social circles of the day; Delphine throws lavish parties where she invites some of the most prominent people in the city.

Two years later, a different picture of Delphine emerges after several neighbours witness her whipping a servant girl in the mansion's courtyard. The reason? The young girl, probably no more than 12 or 13, was brushing her mistress' hair and hit a knot which infuriated Delphine. The child ran to escape Delphine's wrath and "fell" over the balcony to her death. The neighbours complained as there was a law in effect in the city which prohibited the cruel treatment of slaves, but all legal matters were addressed by Judge Jean Francois Canonge, a friend of the LaLauries. All of their slaves were confiscated, but other friends of theirs bought the slaves and returned them to the LaLauries.
In 1834, the most graphic scene would unfold one night during one of the famous parties given by Delphine. As is custom with the houses of the day, the kitchen was set apart from the main house. The night of the party, firemen are called to the home to put out a fire begun in the kitchen. When the firemen arrived, they found two slaves chained to the stoves; the fire apparently begun by them to attract attention. The fire managed to spread to the house and when the firemen went into the house, they were met with the most unimaginable horrors.
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According to the newspaper, the New Orleans Bee, all of the victims were naked and the ones not on tables were chained to the wall. Some of the women had their stomachs sliced open and their insides wrapped about their waists. One woman had her mouth stuffed with animal excrement and then her lips were sewn shut.
The men were in even more horrible states. Fingernails had been ripped off, eyes poked out, and private parts sliced away. One man hung in shackles with a stick protruding from a hole that had been drilled in the top of his head. It had been used to “stir” his brains.
The tortures had been administered so as to not bring quick death. Mouths had been pinned shut and hands had been sewn to various parts of the body. Regardless, many of them had been dead for quite some time. Others were unconscious and some cried in pain, begging to be killed and put out of their misery.
Tales of the horrors that had been encountered within the house quickly spread and the enraged citizens gathered outside the home ready to mete out justice themselves. While it is said that Madame LaLaurie was the instigator of the tortures done to the slaves, it is certain that her husband knew and turned a blind eye.
Unfortunately, the LaLauries were never brought to justice. They fled that very night and were never seen again
There are appropriate six or maybe more ghosts including Madame Delphine LaLauire. Sounds of footsteps, unexplain noises, screaming, and phantoms are common in and around the Mansion.


Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop


941 Bourbon Street

It is said that Jean Lafitte was born of the French aristocracy on the island of Santo Domingue and had fallen into a life of piracy when he and his brother, Pierre, attempted to escape Spanish dominance in the Caribbean. Sometime before 1808, the brothers Lafitte turned up in New Orleans where they established themselves as blacksmiths, opening the infamous Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop that still stands at the corner of St. Phillip and Bourbon streets in New Orleans’ French Quarter. Soon, however, it became clear to many who shared the brothers’ “entrepreneurial” spirit that the shop was merely a cover for the smuggling and piracy operations that were already underway.

Lafitte is known equally for his heroism in the Battle of New Orleans and for his acts of piracy throughout the Gulf of Mexico. He is remembered in Louisiana as a “privateer” who braved the waters of the Gulf and other pirates of the Caribbean to supply Louisiana and a growing United States with food, cloth, material resources and even slaves in the desperate economic times of the late 18th century.
Scorned in life by a thankless nation, driven to an anonymous death, it is said Lafitte will never rest until his honor is restored and he is reunited with the woman he loves!
The shop was built in the 1720's and the bar is still open, since 1772 which is the oldest bar in the United States! Today, the bar is considered to be one of the most haunted bars in the country! The ghosts of soldiers, spies, pirates, and a lady in black. No one knows who is the lady in black and she is probably looking for her lost soldier or just perfers to stay in the bar and not move on. .


The Ghost of Julie


732 Royal Street

High on the steep gables of a Royal Street townhouse, a naked, olive-skinned ghost woman paces and trembles, but only on the most blustery of December nights. Or so legend says.
The Octoroon Mistress, as the apparition is known, was the courtesan of a wealthy Frenchman. Her bloodline - one-eighth African-American, seven-eighths white - begat her the racial title octoroon. Her real name was Julie.
Back in the days when New Orleans brimmed with Frenchmen and slaves, society's strictures made it all but impossible for a white man to marry a woman with even the smallest tendrils of African roots. So the Frenchman kept Julie - who, they say, was young and gorgeous - as his mistress.
Julie yearned to marry her European nobleman. He either declined or evaded the issue. Their relations soured. Desperate to prove her love, Julie spent a night on the rooftop of the four-story walkup at 734 Royal St., either at the Frenchman's behest, or of her own vehemence. It was a frigid and wet December night. When the Frenchman found her in the morning, Julie lay naked on the slick slate roof. She was dead.
These days, Julie's ghost seems to have abandoned the lonely rooftop. She now haunts an art gallery that is directly below her once happy home. She is a bit of a mischef and will appear when her name is called. Apparently she didn't want to play last weekend because we never saw her.
I did find the above picture online. Check out the apparation in the bottom right window. Is it Julie?


Last, here are a couple of haunted places in which I would love to stay;
(I don't think John would go for it)

The Andrew Jackson Hotel

The Andrew Jackson Is Located 919 Royal St. In The Heart Of The Haunted French Quarter. The Hotel Offers A Charming And Relaxing Atmosphere With 18th-Century Furnishings And Spacious Guest Rooms.
Haunted New Orleans legend tells, that this was the site onthis site which the hotel now sits was once the site of an old New Orleans all-boy’s school. The school was destroyed in the great fire of New Orleans ,1788. Five boys were said to have perished in the blaze. And still haunt the present building.


Over the years, guests have reported hearing children playing in the courtyard in the middle of the night, despite the fact that the courtyard was deserted (at least by the living!)

Other guests have reported sighting a ghostly figure resembling General Andrew Jackson walking through the hotel.

Le Pavillion Hotel

A paranormal research team identified four ghosts at LePavillon including a 19th century teenage girl, a young aristocratic couple from the 1920’s, and a dapper gentleman from the same era who likes to play pranks on the cleaning staff. This hotel was built in 1907.
Often called "The Belle of New Orleans." Le Pavillion offers turn-of-the-century charm in the heart of downtown New Orleans. Twenty foot Italian statues representing Peace and Prosperity greet you at the Poydras Street front door. Inside this spectacular grand hotel you'll find crystal chandeliers, historic antiques and several lively ghost.
Noteworthy, among the hotel's impressive collection of historic antiques, are a distinctive portrait of a lady of the French Court that hangs in the Crystal Room. Two stipulations to the hotel's purchase of the painting were that it would never leave New Orleans and that it be the only painting of a woman in the room where it was to be hung.
The hotel also boasts the largest gas lantern in the United States, which hangs burning at the front porch.
Proudly sitting in our Castle Suite, is a magnificent hand carved marble bathtub, which was a gift from Napoleon to a wealthy Louisiana plantation owner. A similar tub that had belonged to Napoleon is housed in the Louvre.
At one point a few years ago the hotel management hired paranormal investigators, who identified several ghosts in the hotel. one group found four another say they documented over 100.

Strange noises in the night apparitions of figures standing at the foot of different beds. Bed sheets being tugged into the air after midnight, and disappearing items only to turn up in odd places. One guest visiting for a large medical convention held in New Orleans last year gave an account of a old gray haired woman sitting on the side of his bed, he said he felt the weight of her body on the bed and her cold hands stroking his head and saying "I will never let you go." he turned on the light and she faded away. And Yes, He checked out within the hour.
Paranormal investigators have deemed this one of the most haunted hotels in the Crescent City.
BEWARE! Hidden by the luxurious décor are many tales of eerie occurrences and ghostly happenings. It is said that the entire cleaning staff refuses to go on a certain floor.

 
To anyone planning a trip to New Orleans, I highly reccommend the Haunted History Ghost Tour. The guides are great storytellers and will keep you on your toes and begging for more. You learn the history of New Orleans including the stories of the 2 great fires, the cannibolistic indians that once resided in the swamps, the mystery of the baby bones found beneath the church and much more.
 
The entire experience was completely facinating and I can't wait to visit again!



Live, Love, Breathe & Ghost Hunt!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Who Dat?

Last Friday Lesley, Courtney and I headed down to New Orleans to meet up with several friends, all gathered to celebrate the upcoming marriage of our dear friend Meg. Once we arrived and were settled the celebration began with a lingerie shower. Meg received several very cute outfits and from the realistic ones (such as myself) a cute PJ set. ;) The night was spent with wonderful friends and stories so funny I was sore the next day from laughing so hard.

The next morning we got up early and got ready for a big day exploring the "big easy". As most of you know, my sweet little sister (AKA Sammi) is expecting. She also has never been to New Orleans. Because she was unable to "partake" in the bachelorette party I felt it was my responsibility (because I made her go in the first place) to show her a good time. Well, that I did. Lesley, Courtney and I had a WONDEFUL time! For those of you who think that New Orleans is only Bourbon Street and beads, you are sadly mistaken. New Orleans has much to offer. So much in fact that we left a little disappointed that we were unable to see and do it all. Guess that means another trip soon.

We started our morning at Cafe Du Monde for a world famous beneigt. Althought we waited for close to an hour, it was worth it. The beneigts were delicious!

We then headed down the Riverwalk and did a little shopping followed up with lunch at The Crazy Lobster. Once we got our bellies full, we visited the French Market for more shopping. That place is CrAzY but many a deals are there to be found. Ollie got 2 t-shirts.  The rest of the afternoon consisted of the following, shortened version; yogart, shopping, back massage, shopping, sight seeing and more shopping. We had big plans to go to the aquarium and the IMax Theater but unfortunately both were closed upon our arrival (who knew they would shut down at 5:00 PM, on a Saturday!).  We did get the opportunity to stop and rest at Jackson Square while enjoying some "local flavor". These guys were not only super talented but extremely funny as well.  

As night fell, we journeyed back to the house to touch base with the other girls and freshen up. Once we had put on some warmer gear, we headed back out for an 8 o' clock date with the ghosts and spirits of the French Quarter. By this I mean a ghost tour complete with the history of  New Orleans along with visits to infamous sites of murders, trageties, fires and mysteries. This was right up my ally and although Lesley and Courtney were a little concerned to begin with, we all learned alot and had an awesome time. I would highly reccomend a history tour of any kind while visiting New Orleans.
 (Be sure to check back later for a new post with a few ghost stories and pictures from our tour.)

All in all, our trip to New Orleans was a blast and I cannot wait to visit again.

I'll end this post with:
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat! Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints!