Weekend Update

Going into this past week, I felt happy since I got an extra dose of my husband. Monday came, he went back to work, and the blues set in. Maybe being a stay at home mom has become a little mundane for me. I highly dislike staying home all day. Cabin fever sets in and I start feeling really bad for myself. Don't get me wrong, I count my blessings every day. Beautiful baby, healthy family, steady job, loving husband.. I've got it all. But being confined to this house, to this small town, my mind goes wild.

So, I packed up our stuff and wanted to make a day of it. Well, Ava didn't want to leave the drive way. Literally. She wanted to play in the drive way. That child. I love her so. I felt a little guilty that I needed this grand adventure of people and sound and noise and all Ava wanted to do was play in the drive way. Children have a way of making small things so beautiful. So that's what we did.

Baby jeans are my favorite.



Also, its my favorite time of the year. You guys, its time for the Lakeside Rodeo! I wait all year for April to come. I haven't missed a rodeo in years. When I lived in Sac, my niece and I went to the Folsom Rodeo which surprisingly is very country. Growing up in Brawley, I dreamed of being Cattle Call Queen. My mom reminded me I needed to have/ride a horse and that shattered that dream quickly. Anyways, Rafal being the Eastern European cowboy he is, is also excited. He already promised to come wearing a tough enough to wear pink polo! My man. Come Saturday, you will find the Siders Olkiewicz family in their rodeo best (only Ava has boots, though) eating nachos, and watching some bronc riding.

And, finally, the cou'de gra.

Ava walking!

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Please ignore our cackling. We will do anything to make her happy!

Weekend Bliss

Oh, wait.. I meant to write Weekend Misery.

Seeing as Rafal has the weakest immune system coming from the behind the Iron Curtain, it was no surprise we all came down with a bad case of soar throats and weak bodies. Rafal passed out after his 10th cup of tea (strawberry herbal tea from Fresh N Easy is the bomb) but I had the baby to tend to so my night was a little bit more daunting. Ava slept with my mom in her luxurious posturepedic memory foam anything else that makes this bed fancy bed because Rafal was spreading all sorts of germs in my bedroom. To top things of, it snowed in the mountains so that means Ava is couped up like a caged koala and just jumps from one person to another. (Rafie let me take a nap while he tended to Ava, much appreciated and earned points on the husband front)

Yesterday, Ava had her Dr. ordered xrays. I am skeptical of xrays as there seems to be something new each day on the telly saying how xrays cause cancer and all sorts of nonsense. So, checking her in, I asked the head honcho lady how serious is this and could I decline this xray? She said that since its for delayed walking and checking for hip dysplasia, I have to do it. Those were her exact words. Hip dysplasia. Oy Vey. Talk about something I am not even acknowledging at this point. I know there many reasons why I should have declined the rays. I should have told her pediatrician that I will work with her on my own and that it will happen when it happens. You can tell me all the adverse effects of letting that machine take an image of my baby. And that babies are different, not to worry. I know all of this. I am just going to say:

I trust Ava's Pediatrician.

I am doing the best I can.

My mom had to hold Ava down with the guard vest strapped around her. In the slight chance I could be pregnant, the tech told me to stand on the other side of the window. When I told my mom she had to hold her due to this technicality, she gave me the most horrified look. You could be what??? I mean, ya Mom... uh... I could be. I am not pregnant. Not that I know of. We aren't trying. Mainly, because I don't like that word and all the pressure it brings. If it happens, it happens. But just as a precaution, I won't be exposing my uterus to radiation. Unless it's the sun.

The xrays went well. We will know more soon. I'll keep ya posted.

Moment Of The Week.

It takes only a few things to keep Ava happy. One being dirt and the other being sunshine. That being said, I do get bored sitting outside in our yard looking at the same boring tree and dead patchy grass. So, however often I feel less lazy than normal, we walk to the park (usually we drive). We ate lunch, put on our shoes and socks, lathered sun screen on the baby skin, put hair in pony tail, filled up water jugs, threw extra wipes in diaper bag, gathered up the small toys to make the house seem a bit cleaner (those of you readers who don't have children, this is usually the ritual before we can walk out the front door) and when all was said and done, Ava crawled in my lap and fell asleep. We both reclined and took a long nap instead. Some may call this lazy, I call this luxurious.

You guys, I thought I would be a lot more technologically savvy but no. Please exuse this posts' lack of pictures. If you'd like to see the many, not varied because I only take photos of my baby pictures, then help yourself to my instagram feed at biancasidersolkiewicz. It's pretty cool.

Well, Ava had her follow up appointment on her walking. Her Dr. declared that she indeed had made progress but was concerned that Ava is very hesitant. She is. She only wants to walk with my hands and that means both of them. If I try to take one way, it's basically like releasing the crackin. (Raf and I have conceded that Ava is a ligit diva. But that's ok cause she gets it from her mama) But when Ava walked to grab the tags clipped on the doctor's pants, she enthusiasticaly said, oh if she wants to then she'll let go. Ya, those pediatricans catch on fast. So, after discussing forward facing carseats and how not to use one until 2 years AND 35lbs, she said that she wanted X-rays of Ava's hips just to make sure everything is working properly. So to radiology, we will go.

Can I just say how much we adore our little Avechen. I am so thankful for her. And this is how I see my daughter: genius. Seriously, she's brilliant. I am thinking about having her tested to see if Mensa will accept her. She would be the youngest member by far but with the most contribution. No, honestly. I want her to know that she's brilliant and can accomplish much more than her mom and dad combined. She knows how to hug. When she wraps her tiny arms up around my neck, I don't ever want to let go. See? Genius.

Things are good with the man and I but this week was harder than others. I don't know about you but marriage is no picknik. And if you do have the perfect relationship, then obviously your spouse is not a foreigner. I feel that a relationship needs constant attention and effort. If you are not willing to work on it, then don't get married. I'm lucky in the sense that I adore my husband. Next to my own self, he's my favorite person. Therefore, I don't like seeing him unhappy or stressed or feeling like I could be doing more for him. With that being said, partnerships are hard. We share everything. And sometimes one of us can do something idiotic that upsets the other one of us. I personally do not like relinquishing control and that is something I need to be consciencenious about and work on. But still, with all my faults and shortcomings, my husband is lucky. I did in fact give him the most beautiful daughter in the world.