Friday, April 30, 2010

Mild Panic

Had our first OB appointment today.  Blood pressure was perfect, all the tests were perfect.  Until Meredith (yep, doc and I on first name basis, will explain in a post about Cannon's birth) tried to find the baby's heartbeat.  For 1 minute, then 2 minutes, then 3.

There goes my 110/80 blood pressure. 

Ultrasound tech squeezed us in and found the baby's heart beat.  Whew.  Whenever a doctor tells you not to panic, I dare you to tell me you don't run through every possible scenario in your mind in a matter of seconds.

Baby's heartbeat was 147.  According to whoever spread the word... a slower heartbeat means it's a boy, faster means it's a girl.  Well, here's the thing.  Cannon's heartbeat was never slower than 160.  So, bring on predictions.  I say it's a girl because she's already giving me heart attacks. :)

Not that anyone cares about this but me, but I lost a couple pounds (silent cheering from me). 

The Best part?  The mover and shaker inside me is doing just great.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

For the record...

I just want to be on record as saying that two years ago on Christmas Eve, Dan and I saw Lady Antebellum on the TODAY Show.  It was then we bought their cd and noted how amazing they are.  They were so humble and tickled to be performing on the TODAY Show.  It was really endearing.

As they pop up all over the place (American Idol tonight) I just feel that since I'm never on the cutting edge of anything, I should make this one known.  It was either this or a facebook status.

The Best part?  If you haven't heard them, check them out.  You heard it here first. :)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Thank You, Hormones

I am a crier normally.  Movies, commercials, Biggest Loser.  Anything where the underdog comes out on top.  They all make me cry. 

Multiply that by 100 right now.  Thank you, Hormones.

There's a teacher at school that for whatever reason Cannon doesn't like her.  I don't know if it's that she always talks to him in a baby voice (would annoy the hell out of me) or if it's that she's just not his other teachers or if he gets a weird serial killer vibe from her.  Whatever the reason if I drop him off in the morning and she's the only one in his room it's game over.  This morning was one of those mornings.  He clings to me like a spider monkey.  Then his cheeks turn red.  The bottom lips comes out and the tears start.  He tries SO hard not to cry but can't help it.  This morning I cried with him.  Nothing like leaving him with the school director while he screams 'mommy!' and I have tears running down my face.  For the record, I don't like the teacher either (only for whatever the reason he dislikes her is... it's not like he's anti-social).

Then tonight.  Dan's gone.  Sleep patterns are messed up.  We've been going to bed at 8 instead of 7 and tonight 8 turned into 9:15.  Screaming, crying, tears, falling asleep on my shoulder, more tears when I put him down.  I cried with him.  Then I crawled out of his room on my hands and knees.  Dignified. 

Night night.

The Best part?  I had a Ted Drewes to reward myself (if you're from St. Louis you know what a reward this is, if you're not you should visit just to get some).

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Couldn't do it.

So my last few weeks at work (mind you those are two day weeks) have been spent covering a murder trial.  Not just any murder.  This psyco killed his wife and then chopped her body apart with a hack saw.  Then, with his three children in the car, drove around to various dumpsters all over the westside of Cincinnati and threw their mother away (save a 90 pound portion of her torso which he didn't get around to and left in his trashcan for police to find).

I love sitting in on cases like this.  It is as close as I'll ever get to being in Law and Order (doink, doink).  The details, while disgusting are fascinating and the whole process is awesome.  What I always wonder though is how in the world do the defense attorneys do their job?  On cases like this they are working pro-bono.  It's part of their legal obligations.  So how do you sit next to a killer?  How do you try to prove that someone who is clearly a cold blooded psychopath should not be sent to prison?  I know some defense attorneys pretty well and I have no idea how they do it.  I suppose they go home at night knowing they helped balance the scales of justice.  Then they take a long hot shower to wash off the psychopath.

The Best part?  Guilty.  Chopping your wife apart will get you life in prison.

Blog Neglect

I realize I've been neglectful.  It happens.  Little things happen every day that I consider blog worthy but I usually just don't get around to it.  So if I've disappointed my millions of faithful readers, I apoligize.  Here are a few musings from day to day.

The other day, I walked into daycare and on my way out the director pulled me aside and said "Corey, your shirt's on inside out."  Super.  Why wouldn't it be?  Who does that?

We are enjoying some R & R at my parents lake house this week.  The first journey in the minivan went swimmingly.  Summer vacation should be a breeze.  Walked 7 miles with my Dad and Cannon this morning.  Am still standing up right.  That's a victory.  And that's more than half of the 'race' (I prefer the phrase '13.1 mile walk I am going to try and finish' to 'race') Aly and I are tackling in a month.  Holy crap it's a month away.

Still pregnant.  Plan on being so for at least another 25 weeks or so (yes, I'd like the baby to come early, who wouldn't?!?!).  I think it's a girl.  Everyone thinks it's a girl.  Everyone also thought Cannon was a girl.  Cannon, the one who grunts, announces when he 'toots', drives cars all over creation, and just spent half an hour throwing rocks in the lake.  He is 100% boy. 

Had a dream last night that it's a boy. 

Names?  We are no where on names.  We have a running list (Ashby has been removed per the request of my mom--and by request I mean she flipped when I mentioned it).  We'll do what we did with Cannon and towards the end try out names for a week.  So, instead of calling the baby 'the baby' we'll call him/her a name on the list and see how it feels.  This will probably confuse Cannon.  We won't name  him/ her until they are born.  This goes against everything I believe when it comes to planning.  But I want to see the baby before we name him/her.  You can rest assured they will not have a 'common' name.  Not our style.  Plus, who names their first child Cannon and their second child John?  Not us.

I've got nothing else.  Life is good.  Can't ask for more.

The Best part?  Lake view.  Feet up.  Fresh air.  Ahhh.

Friday, April 16, 2010

... in the flesh!!

We are an Elmo loving household.  We watch Sesame Street at least once a day and Cannon LOVES Elmo.  Well, Sesame Street Live is in town this weekend (going to see it tomorrow) and thanks to my part time gig, we got to meet Elmo today!!! 

Elmo in real life is a scosche larger than he is on tv but all things considered Cannon did great!  Here's the video.

Not a lot of perks to the part time gig but this is one I'm totally thankful for.  Nothing like meeting your hero. :)

The Best part?  We get to see Elmo again tomorrow!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I don't want to ask... but...

My two days of work this week easily felt like 5.  During what was probably the worst Monday in the history of Mondays a woman who is a complete and total stranger to me stops me and says, vis a vis, the following:

"I don't want to ask... but... are you pregnant?" 

My response:

"Yep, thanks for asking."

First off, you don't want to ask? Then why did you?  If you don't want to ask, don't.  If you do want to ask, don't.  Isn't that the rule?  If you think someone might be pregnant, continue wondering until she is bursting at the seems and her water breaks in front of you, right? 

I am wearing maternity clothes now and did have on a top with the signiture 'under the boobs tie'.  However, I am early pregnant.  My belly is small for the time being.  I can tie my shoes, paint my toes, shave my legs.  I have seen plenty of women on the street, including the one who asked the question she didn't want to ask, with larger bellies than mine and I'm quite certain they were not pregnant. 

I have always wondered where strangers get their courage.  I used to get emails from people, strangers, viewers, telling me they didn't like my earrings or that I look bigger on TV than in person (thanks very much you weird stalker).  I wanted to write back and ask them if hiding behind an IP address made being mean easier.  Instead I went with the signature "thanks for watching". 

I know this woman wasn't being mean but what if I had said, 'nope, I'm not'.  Maybe that's the question people should ask themselves before they ask if someone is pregnant.  "If I ask if they're pregnant and they say no will I be able to disappear into dust before they punch me in the face?". 

The Best part? I am pregnant :)

Friday, April 9, 2010

Vote for Ross, PLEASE!!

My younger brother auditioned this morning on FOX 2's Morning Show in St. Louis to have his tape seen by the producers of the hit FOX Show GLEE.  Please take a second to go here and register and vote for him. 

Here's why you should vote.  My brother the personal trainer and All American Athlete has a passion for singing.  He has the charisma to command attention and a voice most of us probably envy.  He gets it from our maternal Grandfather who played trumpet with Les Brown and could play the piano by ear.  Ross fell into an amazing acapella group in college called the Miami University Remnants.  I miss the Remnants concerts.  Here are a few of my favorite performances: Apoligize, Listen to the Music, Still the One.

Anyway.  My brother is passionate, caring, hilarious, and extremely talented.  I know that the prize for this contest, getting his tape seen by GLEE producers, sounds lame but you never know.  You never know who might see it.  And Ross deserves to be seen.  And I'm not just saying that cause he's my little brother.  He has so much to offer the world, let's give him a good jump start!

The Best part?  Ross.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Another reason...

... I think it's a girl.

6 AM nosebleed.  Never had those with Cannon.

In other news, we get our new minivan today!!!

The Best part?  New car smell. :)

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Knocked Up

So if the chatter about the minivan didn't tip you off.  Or all the posts about 'nothing being new'.  Now you know.  We're expecting!  Ta da!  The Best part baby #2 should arrive in late October.  I think 10.10.2010 would be a great birthday.  Let's shoot for that (it would get me out of the last two weeks of pregnancy which were the worst with Cannon).  What follows is a few semi-posts I've written since getting pregnant. 


Everyone always asks if I feel different this time.  Yep, I do.  But not different enough for me to think it's a girl.  I'm not sick.  I wasn't sick with Cannon.  I am exhausted.  I do not remember being this tired with Cannon.  But, when I was pregnant with him I wasn't nearly as busy as I am now (even though I was working fulltime then).  So, I'm exhausted. 

As I write this post I'm 7 weeks along and I am grateful for everyday that my pants button.  I feel like anyday now they won't.  Oh and Dolly Parton has nothing on me right now, but I had that issue with Cannon. 

Cravings?  I never really called ice cream a craving with Cannon but I ate it several times a week.  Also probably the reason my ass got so big and I gained too much weight.  This time I want comfort food.  I would kill for some banana pudding right now.  And mashed potatoes sound heavenly.  Also, salad.  Cheesecake Factory chopped salad sounds nothing short of amazing.  I wake up every morning at 530 starving.  Starving.  So far I've been able to fight through it and go back to sleep.  I'm trying to eat more protien but just thinking about it makes me sick.  (I have found a new like, Jimmy Dean's Breakfast D'lights breakfast sandwiches, they're full of protien and good for you--update after my mom the health nut looked at the sodium in the aforementioned sandwiches, I stopped eating them). 


Update, week 8: I take back the 'not being sick' thing.  For the last two days I have felt like dirt.  I am not only exhuasted, nothing sounds good to eat (except the aforementioned banana pudding) and I am constantly sick to my stomach.  Looks like it might be baked potatoes and brown rice for a little while for me.

This is turning into a log of the pregnancy so far... oh well.  Had some strange cramping yesterday so doc wanted to do an ultrasound and some blood work.  Here's how it went down:
I called the doctor, told them about the localized cramping.  The nurse calls back and says 'not to freak you out but we want to rule out a tubal pregnancy so we want to get you in asap.  What time works for you?'  I tell her 3, she calls back and says how about noon?  Super.  Dan was in Philly.  My amazingly wonderful college friend Gageby left work and came to watch Cannon for me.  I had blood drawn and an ultrasound.  The baby looks great and my bloodwork is perfect!  Baby has a strong heart beat (164bpm) and everything looks just as it should.  Whew.  :)

In other news, it's going to take a miracle to hide this pregnancy for almost four more weeks.  I have a belly.  I was BEGGING to have a belly at 12 weeks with Cannon.  Not the case this time. 


This is me at 10 weeks with Cannon. 

And at 10 weeks with Baby #2...

On a side note after looking at these two pictures I promptly made a hair appointment...

Everyone says it happens so much faster the second time.  This is evidence of that.  It's like my body said 'oh wait, I remember this, pop!'.  That or my abs just totally gave up.  I did lose all the baby weight but my body is different.  I now carry weight in my stomach where I never did before.  That's probably part of it too.  Either way, there's no hiding it anymore.

The verdict so far is that it's a girl.  No one has said they think it's a boy.  No one.  Most people thought Cannon was a girl too though.  We'll find out soon enough.  Then we can talk names and decor. :)

The Best part?  Cannon will be a great big brother!

Doin' it for Drew

First let me preface this by saying, I rarely do this and totally understand if you don't want to or can't help out (clearly I'm a great fundraiser). With that said, we have friends who were just blessed with twins and their little boy, Drew, has been diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis.

Cystic fibrosis (CF) is a devastating genetic disease that affects tens of thousands of children and young adults in the United States. Research and care supported by the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation is making a huge difference in extending the quality of life for those with CF. However, we continue to lose precious lives to CF every day. That's why your help is needed now more than ever to ensure that a cure is found sooner - rather than later. To learn more about CF and the CF Foundation, visit

We have joined the team, 'Doin' it for Drew', and committed to walk in Cincinnati's Great Strides for CF walk in May to raise money for research and help out little Drew. We'd like to raise $200 by May 15th. Any amount helps and 90 cents of every dollar goes to fund research, care, and education.
If you want to help, click here.
Thanks in advance :)
The Best part?  Raising money for a great cause. 

... with a W...

I love the underdog.  Or a good Cinderella story.  I didn't graduate from Butler but you'd never know it. 

I'm not big into sports.  Sometimes I try to be but it usually ends up with Dan giving me lessons on why they're doing what.  I love going to a Reds or Cardinal's game for the atmosphere.  Same with football and basketball.  You rarely find me on the edge of my seat (save any olympic swimming event) or heart broken when my team (because I don't have any) loses.  Just don't care that much.

The NCAA Championship game last night was a different story (although I did have to google th result this morning cause I couldn't keep my eyes open).  I didn't go to Duke, nor as I've mentioned, Butler.  My Grandfather went to Duke but last night that didn't matter.  The Butler Bulldogs are coached by a DePauw (my alma mater) grad, Brad Stevens.  It was literally like watching DePauw play in the championship game (will never happen).  Not only were both teams a total class act but it was pretty awesome watching the underdawg almost steal a National Championship from a powerhouse. 

During the game DePauw, with a W, even got a shout out!  It's hard to explain what it's like to graduate from such a small school but there is such allegiance there.  Nope, we won't ever watch the Tigers play in the Orange Bowl, or the National Championship.  But, we will see grads who we never knew succeed and beam with pride.  I don't know Brad Stevens from Adam but I do know he went to DePauw and that's all that matters.  When you boast alums like Dan Quayle it's nice to add a new name to the list. 

Congratulations Butler and Brad Stevens.  Well played, well played.

The Best part?  The Underdawgs.

Sunday, April 4, 2010



The Best part? 10.28.2010
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Thursday, April 1, 2010


I know it's hard to believe but I don't have anything exciting/ funny/ interesting to talk about this week.  So, here's a quickie.

I made these macaroons last night.  Dipped them in chocolate.  The dipping didn't go so well but the good news is that they taste good.  Taking them to Erie this weekend along with most of our earthly posessions for our 48 hour trip.

Cannon picked up dog poop today (threw up in my mouth a little).  I was sitting outside with him and chatting with a friend on the phone.  He picked it up and took off running.  Fabulous.  Caught him.  Made him drop it.  Immediately washed hands.  Gross.  Sure it's only the beginning.

My headcold has relocated to my throat and I have lost my voice.  Thank goodness for the written word, if only I had something to say.

Anxiously awaiting news of a new baby today!  Come on Isla Grace!

The Best part?  New life is on it's way!