By 2pm today I realized that:
Despite a lovely sleep-in, Patrick was not going to take a nap
I was not going to get much done, and I was cranky about it
Kevin was also not feeling up to par
Patrick was going to test boundaries NON STOP all day long
Saying No all day long sucks
So does hearing it
A day of adjusted expectations, hard for all.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
A successful Thanksgiving and the start of Christmas
Kevin and I hosted Thanksgiving this year, only at our house. Our teeny house with it's teeny kitchen. And people still came! Mom drove up for the day with her folks and Craig. We always love having Craig, and he was quite a good sport about our lack of televised football. After I informed my brother, David, about the missing football, he decided he was better off somewhere else (just kidding, Dave. But I know you didn't miss us AS MUCH, knowing about the football thing).
We were pretty organized. Menu, shopping mostly done over the weekend. Cooking and prep work even started on Wednesday while Patrick was at daycare. The food turned out pretty good, and I think we'll stick with the menu (only a few tweeks necessary). We brined the turkey and it was amazing. Super moist with that great crunchy skin. Oyster stuffing courtesy of Rachael Ray was a hit with most, Mom turned out to have a funny aversion to the oysters. Next year we'll just tell her they are mushrooms. Sweet potato souffle, brussel sprouts with bacon, green beans with walnut oil, cheddar mustard potato gratin, and Costco rolls. Plus lots of wine!
A few funny notes:
My grandmother told me I'd never have to worry about them wanting to live with us because our house is all wrong.
I told my Mom to take any leftovers she wanted. Turns out she brought her own Tupperware with her.
My Mom made That Face whenever we talked about the cost of something.
Patrick didn't want to share anything with anybody, missed his nap, but fell asleep at 4pm while we let him watch WordWorld during the end of dinner.
He also refused all food except the whipped cream.
The family headed home around 6:30pm, Patrick was in bed by 7pm, and Kevin was asleep before 8pm.
Today was a great family day. Kevin worked in the morning, and Patrick slept until 7:10am. Miraculous. We played, watched some movies, colored, and visited the library. He boycotted his nap but hung out in his room for 30 minutes. Some family time at home, then Kevin asked about going to Target. I declined, but said Hey! Take the kid! Patrick took a short nap for Daddy in the stroller. I stayed home and got some chores done. Boring but nice to do quickly and efficiently, kid free. That big boy room keeps calling my name, I've got to paint! We had a wonderful evening as VIP's at the opening of ZooLights! We got in early, had some complimentary treats and hot chocolate, and watched them "flip the switch." Patrick did wonderful, it helped that he was pretty subdued and content to sit in his stroller. The Zoo looks so beautiful every year, and it's become a tradition for us to visit at least once. We usually come with spiked cocoa, but maybe next time :) My only complaint is my back and hip are aching like crazy after a long five days with minimal rest. I'm limping pretty badly, and it's a difficult reminder of how important it is I cut back my activity. I walked the dogs an hour almost daily with my first pregnancy. I'm living the truth I tell women every day: each time is different. I know too well how many things can go wrong. If this is the worst I'm a lucky girl. But it's still a challenge.
I guess I'll go have some pie.
(there are no posted pictures because we forgot to take any. Typical)
We were pretty organized. Menu, shopping mostly done over the weekend. Cooking and prep work even started on Wednesday while Patrick was at daycare. The food turned out pretty good, and I think we'll stick with the menu (only a few tweeks necessary). We brined the turkey and it was amazing. Super moist with that great crunchy skin. Oyster stuffing courtesy of Rachael Ray was a hit with most, Mom turned out to have a funny aversion to the oysters. Next year we'll just tell her they are mushrooms. Sweet potato souffle, brussel sprouts with bacon, green beans with walnut oil, cheddar mustard potato gratin, and Costco rolls. Plus lots of wine!
A few funny notes:
My grandmother told me I'd never have to worry about them wanting to live with us because our house is all wrong.
I told my Mom to take any leftovers she wanted. Turns out she brought her own Tupperware with her.
My Mom made That Face whenever we talked about the cost of something.
Patrick didn't want to share anything with anybody, missed his nap, but fell asleep at 4pm while we let him watch WordWorld during the end of dinner.
He also refused all food except the whipped cream.
The family headed home around 6:30pm, Patrick was in bed by 7pm, and Kevin was asleep before 8pm.
Today was a great family day. Kevin worked in the morning, and Patrick slept until 7:10am. Miraculous. We played, watched some movies, colored, and visited the library. He boycotted his nap but hung out in his room for 30 minutes. Some family time at home, then Kevin asked about going to Target. I declined, but said Hey! Take the kid! Patrick took a short nap for Daddy in the stroller. I stayed home and got some chores done. Boring but nice to do quickly and efficiently, kid free. That big boy room keeps calling my name, I've got to paint! We had a wonderful evening as VIP's at the opening of ZooLights! We got in early, had some complimentary treats and hot chocolate, and watched them "flip the switch." Patrick did wonderful, it helped that he was pretty subdued and content to sit in his stroller. The Zoo looks so beautiful every year, and it's become a tradition for us to visit at least once. We usually come with spiked cocoa, but maybe next time :) My only complaint is my back and hip are aching like crazy after a long five days with minimal rest. I'm limping pretty badly, and it's a difficult reminder of how important it is I cut back my activity. I walked the dogs an hour almost daily with my first pregnancy. I'm living the truth I tell women every day: each time is different. I know too well how many things can go wrong. If this is the worst I'm a lucky girl. But it's still a challenge.
I guess I'll go have some pie.
(there are no posted pictures because we forgot to take any. Typical)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I would like to give a big shout out to my high school buddy Jon, who commented on my blog that I looked thin. There is nothing nicer you can say to a pregnant girl.
My husband is being a champ. Super-sweet and supportive, as I am a little bit "more" this time around. More emotional. More tired. More cranky. More uncomfortable. I cried three times today, and the first time was at 5:15am. Not exactly the right side of the bed.
We let Patrick sleep with us last night because he was up and down coughing. We were reminded why co-sleeping does not work for our family. Kicking, tossing, and turning. Plus he ended up with the biggest section of the bed. He weighs 35 pounds! What the heck. We continued our fabulous parenting with lots of TV and sugar today.
The potty chair is set up downstairs so Patrick can be naked and not pee on the carpet, since our bathrooms are all upstairs. And success! He used it three times! And it's been self-initiated. Right now he'll only use it when it's his idea. Like any toddler, if I ask, the answer is no.
I gave away my cloth diapers on CraigsList. I'll get new ones for Little Girl, but they were pretty worn out and just not working for Patrick anymore. But I hated the idea of just throwing them away. I figured that for free somebody could use them. And somebody snatched them up about 10 minutes after I posted the ad. We are now hoping we'll have similar success with our loveseat. Neither one of us have the energy to sell. We just want it out of our way.
We have a finalized menu for Thanksgiving and grocery shopping 80% done! Wish I could say the same for Patrick's big boy room, but it's getting there. Kevin moved the futon downstairs (yes, it's a bit crowded), and we've picked a color that I think would win Lisa's approval.
And I did more shopping online yesterday! Lots of shopping. Sephora, Old Navy, Zappos, and Amazon. Mom, we might just have to settle for post-dinner shopping online when you come and visit. Getting out of the house is just too much.
It's been a rough fall for too many people. I'm counting my blessings, saying lots of prayers, and remaining thankful for all we have.
My husband is being a champ. Super-sweet and supportive, as I am a little bit "more" this time around. More emotional. More tired. More cranky. More uncomfortable. I cried three times today, and the first time was at 5:15am. Not exactly the right side of the bed.
We let Patrick sleep with us last night because he was up and down coughing. We were reminded why co-sleeping does not work for our family. Kicking, tossing, and turning. Plus he ended up with the biggest section of the bed. He weighs 35 pounds! What the heck. We continued our fabulous parenting with lots of TV and sugar today.
The potty chair is set up downstairs so Patrick can be naked and not pee on the carpet, since our bathrooms are all upstairs. And success! He used it three times! And it's been self-initiated. Right now he'll only use it when it's his idea. Like any toddler, if I ask, the answer is no.
I gave away my cloth diapers on CraigsList. I'll get new ones for Little Girl, but they were pretty worn out and just not working for Patrick anymore. But I hated the idea of just throwing them away. I figured that for free somebody could use them. And somebody snatched them up about 10 minutes after I posted the ad. We are now hoping we'll have similar success with our loveseat. Neither one of us have the energy to sell. We just want it out of our way.
We have a finalized menu for Thanksgiving and grocery shopping 80% done! Wish I could say the same for Patrick's big boy room, but it's getting there. Kevin moved the futon downstairs (yes, it's a bit crowded), and we've picked a color that I think would win Lisa's approval.
And I did more shopping online yesterday! Lots of shopping. Sephora, Old Navy, Zappos, and Amazon. Mom, we might just have to settle for post-dinner shopping online when you come and visit. Getting out of the house is just too much.
It's been a rough fall for too many people. I'm counting my blessings, saying lots of prayers, and remaining thankful for all we have.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
These hips are made for walking
Not really.
I remember feeling so cute and pregnant the first time around. Prancing all over, long walks with the doggies, yoga class, feeling all great. And I'd talk with moms who were pregnant for the second time (or more) at work when they'd come in to be evaluated for pregnancy pain. I usually got to give them the good news/bad news.
The good news is that everything is fine and your discomfort is a normal part of having a baby. The bad news is that we can't fix it, but can offer some tools to help.
Now I'm stuck giving that advice to myself as I limp around the house and hospital with my gimpy hip. I'm stiff and sore, and I've got at least 10 weeks to go (if not longer). My little toolbox has been activated: chiropractor, massage therapy, physical therapy, yoga, maybe even acupuncture. I've got my stretches to do, I take some hot baths, and the occasional Tylenol.
My hope is that it doesn't get worse. I don't expect it to get much better.
I've got a surprise day off today with Patrick at daycare. Kevin commanded me to rest (I feel fine when I'm sitting down, just standing and walking are rough). Turns out I had lots of chores to do that required sitting down! The mental shift is going to be a challenge. I don't want to plop down and act helpless, but I also need to take care of myself so I can get through at work until this girl is born.
The To-Do lists are starting to creep up on me. Where did all the time go that I had to get ready?
I remember feeling so cute and pregnant the first time around. Prancing all over, long walks with the doggies, yoga class, feeling all great. And I'd talk with moms who were pregnant for the second time (or more) at work when they'd come in to be evaluated for pregnancy pain. I usually got to give them the good news/bad news.
The good news is that everything is fine and your discomfort is a normal part of having a baby. The bad news is that we can't fix it, but can offer some tools to help.
Now I'm stuck giving that advice to myself as I limp around the house and hospital with my gimpy hip. I'm stiff and sore, and I've got at least 10 weeks to go (if not longer). My little toolbox has been activated: chiropractor, massage therapy, physical therapy, yoga, maybe even acupuncture. I've got my stretches to do, I take some hot baths, and the occasional Tylenol.
My hope is that it doesn't get worse. I don't expect it to get much better.
I've got a surprise day off today with Patrick at daycare. Kevin commanded me to rest (I feel fine when I'm sitting down, just standing and walking are rough). Turns out I had lots of chores to do that required sitting down! The mental shift is going to be a challenge. I don't want to plop down and act helpless, but I also need to take care of myself so I can get through at work until this girl is born.
The To-Do lists are starting to creep up on me. Where did all the time go that I had to get ready?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Other People's Parenting...and Shopping!
Kevin and I went to a "different" mall today. Recently remodeled, I'd heard rumors of an Old Navy maternity section and a JCPenney with Sephora. We figured Patrick could play, I could try on items unmolested, and hey! I had a coupon!
Prior to hitting the stores, we let Patrick burn some steam at the obligatory mall playground.
Upon walking in, my Don't-Be-Judgmental bell started sounding. I'll save the description of what the mom looked like because I would sound like an asshole. Her six and four year old were running around like normal kids. Then her boyfriend joined her. I say boyfriend based on his complete lack of involvement with the kids, so not even a baby daddy. She's sitting with her leg draped all over his, sort of trashy for the mall playground. It quickly deteriorated as her kids started yelling, then hitting each other, then hitting her. We left quickly after the "If you don't stop hitting me I'm going to spank you," remark. And doesn't that just say it all for you?
Kevin gave me a few minutes to browse Sephora kid-free. I can't wait to go back with some time and money, because Sephora is just wonderful. And the sale-lady was so great! Even when I was clearly not going to be shopping that day, she told me all about the free 10 minute services and offered me samples of anything I wanted to try. Then as I was glancing at perfume, she offered to decant a small sample for me! Brilliant! I went home with a vial of KenzoFlower and a strong desire to go back with my allowance and have a ball. Sephora always has lovely service, but this was the most forthcoming they'd ever been about giving stuff away. Yeah!
In the meantime, Kevin was keeping Patrick from knocking down displays. This put him in a very fine mood.
Then I hit Old Navy. It's also been remodeled and it's HUGE. So much stuff and laid out really nice. While the maternity section is small, it's a great improvement over trying to figure out what will fit online. Plus, it's pretty close to home. And I hit the shopping jackpot with a clearance rack with an additional 50% off the lowest marked price, plus my coupon for 30% off each item after that. I got shirts for $2.89. I just might brave shopping with Patrick and take him a little further north to try again (the coupon is good for multiple uses). Want one, email me and I can send it to you as well, it's good until Saturday at both Old Navy and The Gap. I got tons of stuff for about 60 bucks.
Kevin was trying to keep Patrick from destroying the store. Not a good shopper, that Patrick. Even a sucker will only give me 10 minutes max in the stroller. He doesn't like to sit in the cart with a toy. That boy wants to MOVE. And it's not a bad behavior thing, just his busy temperament. I'm envisioning more online shopping in my future.
Prior to hitting the stores, we let Patrick burn some steam at the obligatory mall playground.
Upon walking in, my Don't-Be-Judgmental bell started sounding. I'll save the description of what the mom looked like because I would sound like an asshole. Her six and four year old were running around like normal kids. Then her boyfriend joined her. I say boyfriend based on his complete lack of involvement with the kids, so not even a baby daddy. She's sitting with her leg draped all over his, sort of trashy for the mall playground. It quickly deteriorated as her kids started yelling, then hitting each other, then hitting her. We left quickly after the "If you don't stop hitting me I'm going to spank you," remark. And doesn't that just say it all for you?
Kevin gave me a few minutes to browse Sephora kid-free. I can't wait to go back with some time and money, because Sephora is just wonderful. And the sale-lady was so great! Even when I was clearly not going to be shopping that day, she told me all about the free 10 minute services and offered me samples of anything I wanted to try. Then as I was glancing at perfume, she offered to decant a small sample for me! Brilliant! I went home with a vial of KenzoFlower and a strong desire to go back with my allowance and have a ball. Sephora always has lovely service, but this was the most forthcoming they'd ever been about giving stuff away. Yeah!
In the meantime, Kevin was keeping Patrick from knocking down displays. This put him in a very fine mood.
Then I hit Old Navy. It's also been remodeled and it's HUGE. So much stuff and laid out really nice. While the maternity section is small, it's a great improvement over trying to figure out what will fit online. Plus, it's pretty close to home. And I hit the shopping jackpot with a clearance rack with an additional 50% off the lowest marked price, plus my coupon for 30% off each item after that. I got shirts for $2.89. I just might brave shopping with Patrick and take him a little further north to try again (the coupon is good for multiple uses). Want one, email me and I can send it to you as well, it's good until Saturday at both Old Navy and The Gap. I got tons of stuff for about 60 bucks.
Kevin was trying to keep Patrick from destroying the store. Not a good shopper, that Patrick. Even a sucker will only give me 10 minutes max in the stroller. He doesn't like to sit in the cart with a toy. That boy wants to MOVE. And it's not a bad behavior thing, just his busy temperament. I'm envisioning more online shopping in my future.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Obligatory Belly Shots at 26.5 weeks
Because nothing is more flattering than flannel pajama pants. And my belly button has looked like that since 15 weeks. It's all just going too fast. Despite the back discomfort and exhaustion, I love being pregnant. The idea that this is (in all likelihood) my last time makes every day just a little bittersweet.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Halloween was a big success this year. With the exception of Patrick discovering he was scared of Halloween decorations. But I've got to give my boy probs. He never threw a fit about any of it, just quietly covered his eyes and buried his head in my chest.
I had big plans for various events. But, you know, life got in the way of my schedule. So it ended up being quite simple. Pumpkin patch. Pumpkin carving. Trick or treating. Kevin was unfortunately working, but Mom was sweet and came up to join the party and spoil me rotten...I mean, support my parenting.
We went with an easy costume. Soccer player. I already had the clothes, he could stay warm, and I wasn't worried about a last minute costume rebellion. We joined some good friends and their horde of children for trick-or-treating. The weather was perfect with a big beautiful full moon. A nice three block route with just enough houses for a good experience. Patrick took my Mom up to most of the houses, said/signed Thank You (he's started saying 'you' with the sign!) and "Bye" to everybody. Some of the more highly decorated houses got the hands over the eyes. But he did good. And he got a pretty good stash! Unfortunately, some of it wasn't exactly appropriate for a toddler, but perfect for parents! Candy for us! And Patrick's stash will be perfect for emergency shopping food needs. Yeah!
Later I realized these were the only two pictures I got of Patrick in his costume.
Today Mom cleaned my oven. Rather than be worried about what she thinks of my housekeeping, I'm grateful and say thank you. And my oven looks pretty nice. I think the last time it got this clean was when she cleaned it after Patrick was born. I try to convince her she doesn't have to do chores, but there is no stopping her. So I at least try to feed her well. Tonight we had corned beef in the crock pot with potatoes and carrots.
Mom, my desire for you to retire is totally altruistic. Really. I swear.
Kevin is at the first tech week rehearsal, with opening night on Friday. I think I'll get to see him on Thursday, but he'll be so worn out he won't be any use to me. I've already been warned that Thursday is his break day. Other than parenting, he's not going to do any chores. I suppose he's earned it.
And I've voted!
I had big plans for various events. But, you know, life got in the way of my schedule. So it ended up being quite simple. Pumpkin patch. Pumpkin carving. Trick or treating. Kevin was unfortunately working, but Mom was sweet and came up to join the party and spoil me rotten...I mean, support my parenting.
We went with an easy costume. Soccer player. I already had the clothes, he could stay warm, and I wasn't worried about a last minute costume rebellion. We joined some good friends and their horde of children for trick-or-treating. The weather was perfect with a big beautiful full moon. A nice three block route with just enough houses for a good experience. Patrick took my Mom up to most of the houses, said/signed Thank You (he's started saying 'you' with the sign!) and "Bye" to everybody. Some of the more highly decorated houses got the hands over the eyes. But he did good. And he got a pretty good stash! Unfortunately, some of it wasn't exactly appropriate for a toddler, but perfect for parents! Candy for us! And Patrick's stash will be perfect for emergency shopping food needs. Yeah!
Later I realized these were the only two pictures I got of Patrick in his costume.
Today Mom cleaned my oven. Rather than be worried about what she thinks of my housekeeping, I'm grateful and say thank you. And my oven looks pretty nice. I think the last time it got this clean was when she cleaned it after Patrick was born. I try to convince her she doesn't have to do chores, but there is no stopping her. So I at least try to feed her well. Tonight we had corned beef in the crock pot with potatoes and carrots.Mom, my desire for you to retire is totally altruistic. Really. I swear.
Kevin is at the first tech week rehearsal, with opening night on Friday. I think I'll get to see him on Thursday, but he'll be so worn out he won't be any use to me. I've already been warned that Thursday is his break day. Other than parenting, he's not going to do any chores. I suppose he's earned it.
And I've voted!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Patrick has a new word! He started saying "Bye!"
Everybody is finally healthy again, small fall colds aside.
Kevin is in the final week of opera rehearsal. Daughter of the Regiment opens next weekend, and is looking to be a great show for Tacoma Opera. I'll be happy to have him back full time. It's hard for both of us, all this time apart. I miss his help around the house, Patrick misses his Daddy, and Kevin misses having time with the family. And let's just say it's a good thing I'm already pregnant, because our "personal" timing is WAY off. Once we are back to a normal schedule, we can try some revolutionary ideas. Like eating dinner together. And having a clean house. Getting chores done before 2011. You know, small things.
Our sleep remodification plan might be working. Patrick's naps are limited to 1.5-2 hours, and he's been sleeping in this week til past 6:30am! Hopefully not just because he's been sick. That would really bum me out.
Mom is up for the weekend, praise the Lord because I really need to get some stuff done around here. She'll join the Trick or Treating fun while Kevin is (sadly) working. Patrick will be a soccer player. I'll be a pregnant person.
It's all going so fast. This pregnancy, Patrick's toddlerhood. I just want to pause it all for a bit to catch up.
Everybody is finally healthy again, small fall colds aside.
Kevin is in the final week of opera rehearsal. Daughter of the Regiment opens next weekend, and is looking to be a great show for Tacoma Opera. I'll be happy to have him back full time. It's hard for both of us, all this time apart. I miss his help around the house, Patrick misses his Daddy, and Kevin misses having time with the family. And let's just say it's a good thing I'm already pregnant, because our "personal" timing is WAY off. Once we are back to a normal schedule, we can try some revolutionary ideas. Like eating dinner together. And having a clean house. Getting chores done before 2011. You know, small things.
Our sleep remodification plan might be working. Patrick's naps are limited to 1.5-2 hours, and he's been sleeping in this week til past 6:30am! Hopefully not just because he's been sick. That would really bum me out.
Mom is up for the weekend, praise the Lord because I really need to get some stuff done around here. She'll join the Trick or Treating fun while Kevin is (sadly) working. Patrick will be a soccer player. I'll be a pregnant person.
It's all going so fast. This pregnancy, Patrick's toddlerhood. I just want to pause it all for a bit to catch up.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Taking a deep breath
We've all taken turns being sick to our stomachs this last week. Me first, then Patrick, then Kevin, who was significantly less whiny about being sick than usual. Good job, honey.
But at least it's not the swine flu.
And I've gotten my vaccine.
Whew.
But at least it's not the swine flu.
And I've gotten my vaccine.
Whew.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Hopefully this trend will continue
I'm up for work, scheduled to be the charge nurse today.
This could work great, or it could all fall apart. We are feeling the hit of the flu season on our staff (and their children).
But I've had a nice morning alone, Patrick and Kevin are still sleeping, and the dogs are behaving. Mom is on her way up (Hi Mom!) to babysit because she's the best. And I had a leftover Pumpkin Spice Latte while checking my hotmail.
This could work great, or it could all fall apart. We are feeling the hit of the flu season on our staff (and their children).
But I've had a nice morning alone, Patrick and Kevin are still sleeping, and the dogs are behaving. Mom is on her way up (Hi Mom!) to babysit because she's the best. And I had a leftover Pumpkin Spice Latte while checking my hotmail.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
18 hours
I went home from work sick yesterday. Normally I'm a tough-it-out kind of girl, even if pregnancy has made me a grouchy wimp. But after (ahem) getting sick in the charge-nurse office bathroom, I figured I was doing nobody any favors by sticking around. And we've had some sick patients on our floor, scary for all us nurses but a little more freaky when your pregnant. H1N1 is here and it is wicked.
Naturally, the news stories focus more on the few tragic deaths and not the majority of people, who feel like shit and then get better. But there have been some bad outcomes for a few pregnant women. I'll be getting that vaccine the first chance I get. But I refuse to live like a hermit. I'm still going to church, the park, and the store. I might avoid the mall, however. And I need to throw that hand sanitizer in my purse.
I crashed into bed around 2pm and stayed there for the next 18 hours. Felt pretty yucky, but didn't get sick again. Fiona reassured me of her well-being by kicking and squirming. Lovely for my Mommy-heart, not so great for my stomach. Kevin was a dream husband, took care of Patrick all evening and didn't even let the kid know I was home. And he cleaned up so the house would be nice for me the next day. He missed rehearsal so he could be home with me. "Baby, I'm sorry if the vacuuming woke you up." I told him that he NEVER need to apologize for running a vacuum. Ever.
While I'm still a bit worn down, I'm feeling pretty good. 24 hours without symptoms, free and clear to return to normal. Thanks to Raissa, Kevin had a home cooked meal tonight (thanks babe!) and I'll have my busy boy with me tomorrow. It's going to be a rough winter for illness, so please be good to yourselves and stay home if you are sick!
Naturally, the news stories focus more on the few tragic deaths and not the majority of people, who feel like shit and then get better. But there have been some bad outcomes for a few pregnant women. I'll be getting that vaccine the first chance I get. But I refuse to live like a hermit. I'm still going to church, the park, and the store. I might avoid the mall, however. And I need to throw that hand sanitizer in my purse.
I crashed into bed around 2pm and stayed there for the next 18 hours. Felt pretty yucky, but didn't get sick again. Fiona reassured me of her well-being by kicking and squirming. Lovely for my Mommy-heart, not so great for my stomach. Kevin was a dream husband, took care of Patrick all evening and didn't even let the kid know I was home. And he cleaned up so the house would be nice for me the next day. He missed rehearsal so he could be home with me. "Baby, I'm sorry if the vacuuming woke you up." I told him that he NEVER need to apologize for running a vacuum. Ever.
While I'm still a bit worn down, I'm feeling pretty good. 24 hours without symptoms, free and clear to return to normal. Thanks to Raissa, Kevin had a home cooked meal tonight (thanks babe!) and I'll have my busy boy with me tomorrow. It's going to be a rough winter for illness, so please be good to yourselves and stay home if you are sick!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Mommy Time
At the risk of repeating myself, I do not like to be busy. I do not like a full calender. I do not like lots of commitments. I do not like lots of demands on my time. I do like like to run around with a crazy toddler on an errand spree. I do not like it Sam I Am.
Therefore, I make it a priority to commit myself as little as possible.
I have been failing miserably the last few weeks. Unavoidable, really. Kevin is deep into rehearsals for Tacoma Opera's The Daughter of the Regiment by Donzinetti. It's quite funny, with a lovely cast. But he's gone an awful lot. So I have Patrick an awful lot, with no breaks. It's the no breaks part that really does me in. Throw in church (singing in two different groups), MOPS leadership, doctor's appointments, educational conferences, and before I forget, working 12 hour shifts. I'm stretched out, Patrick has been in various day-cares more than normal, and the dogs are starting to get a bit jumpy.
So it all gets done, but lots gets left on the corner because by the time Patrick goes to bed, I'm DONE for the day. Right now, I'm considering it a great accomplishment to blog. With pictures.
So Friday became a Mommy-Patrick day. No chores, just lots of playing with nothing on the do to list. After a successful trip to Odyssey One (big indoor play structure) and a good nap, I was pondering what to do next. Turned out to be Play-Naked-In-The-Crib time. We through all the stuff out, then piled it back in. Jumped around. Practiced climbing out of the crib. Tackled and tickled. Just the thing for my busy, physical boy.
And we got some pictures.
It's so funny to watch kids with digital cameras. They all go to look at themselves after the click. Patrick is enamored with his own photos. This is the first time I got him to smile on purpose for a picture. Usually it's dumb luck that I'll catch a grin in time.
I had to aim careful, because he's, you know, nekkid. This boy loves nekkid right now. It's all I can do to keep clothes on him at home. Or at a friend's house. At least he's not pitching a fit about it at Target. So if he's getting grumpy at home, we get nekkid and jump on Mommy's bed. Instant happy fix.
He's also continuing to pee in the potty. This is a surprise development, and one Kevin and I are treating with great care. We don't want to get all militant about it, but we want to encourage it as long as he's willing. We have two great motivators: flushing the toilet and M&M's. We say, "do you want to pee in the potty?" If no, then we continue on. If yes, then off we march. He always gets to flush whether he pees or not, but success gets him an M&M. He's still in diapers the rest of the time. Considering I thought we were at least a year away from this interest, I'm pretty tickled Patrick decided it was an OK thing to try.
We also said good-bye to my first car this weekend. The Subinator was purchased for $6500 after I graduated from PLU in 2000. The radio and A/C have been broken for years, but the car has continued to run well with moderate repairs. It was the first car of the gal I bought it from. So when Kevin asked me if I would be willing to sell it to one of his co-workers who needed a first car but didn't have much cash, I decided the time was right to pass on some good karma. We've been the recipient of much generosity since Patrick was born, and it was great to be in a position to help somebody else. We sold her for $400 cash. Not bad for a working, non-trashed car. As she drove away, Kevin and I glanced at our two remaining cars. A VW station wagon. A Honda Odyssey.
It's a new era.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Request
I would love some recommendations for good parenting books. (This is a repeat of a Facebook request). I'm slogging my way through Positive Discipline, which I like but the writing is a touch dry. I just feel like I'm missing something with Patrick. I'm trying to understand where he is coming from, but then I wonder if I'm doing all that I could? I also feel like I underestimate his abilities because his language skills are slow to develop. The right questions need to be asked, but then I go, "Hey, he's recognizing some letters." Or all the sudden, he likes going pee in the potty (65% of the time).
Anything out there you guys have found helpful?
Anything out there you guys have found helpful?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Happiness is...
whipping up some spontaneous veggie soup
followed by a spontaneous visit from Raissa and Miss M
which turned into a lesson in sharing for Patrick
who is finally asleep.
followed by a spontaneous visit from Raissa and Miss M
which turned into a lesson in sharing for Patrick
who is finally asleep.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
I heart my HO
Kevin, with my love and blessings, went and bought this without me! I was at work. He was just going to look. I figured he'd come home with one of these. He'd been doing research for months. I was happy to be at work. Kevin was there for five hours. He said I would have been bored. Positive, ghostrider.
It's wonderful! 2005 with about 46,000 miles on it. Looks and sounds great. Lots of fun perks. We'll have to install a DVD player, but the price was SO worth it. We paid cash from our refinance, and have some left over to save for household work. Kevin was delusional...I mean...hopeful, that there just might be money left over for a new electronic something. Shot that one down pretty quick. I think painting the house and replacing the flooring will come first.
But in the meantime, I LOVE my minivan! But I'm trying to think of a name. What's a good name for a hot minivan :)
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Thanks Mom
Mom came up this weekend to babysit. It's October, therefore Kevin has opera rehearsals. I worked this weekend (and boy did I work! That full moon wasn't kidding). So we needed some help. And help was on the way!
So I come home to a baby in the bath, exercised dogs, a CLEAN HOUSE (how does she do that?), and the overall sense that Monday won't be a disaster. And then she says, "Patrick does so much better when you guys aren't around." Kevin and I will have to suffer through lots of dates and kid-free time so she can have all Patrick's attention. Oh, I guess if we try very hard, we can do that.
Do you see why I want her to retire?
Love you Mom. You are the best! Dave and I are very lucky.
So I come home to a baby in the bath, exercised dogs, a CLEAN HOUSE (how does she do that?), and the overall sense that Monday won't be a disaster. And then she says, "Patrick does so much better when you guys aren't around." Kevin and I will have to suffer through lots of dates and kid-free time so she can have all Patrick's attention. Oh, I guess if we try very hard, we can do that.
Do you see why I want her to retire?
Love you Mom. You are the best! Dave and I are very lucky.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
specific
Kevin was such a trooper and got TONS of annoying chores out of the way in the last two days. Shredding paperwork, laundry, phone calls, dog walking. And I came home to a (mostly) clean house and dinner plans both days. Lovely.
However...
I realized this morning that perhaps I need to be a little more detailed in my requests (because I'm trying to keep the honey-do list as a request-not-demand).
So rather than writing "Please put away costume pieces that are in the spare room" I should have written, "Please put away costume pieces that are in the spare room in one of your two costume boxes and not shoved randomly under the bed in a hapazard pile."
I mentioned this to Kevin on the phone during his work break. He laughed. Guiltily. Caught you Babe!
However...
I realized this morning that perhaps I need to be a little more detailed in my requests (because I'm trying to keep the honey-do list as a request-not-demand).
So rather than writing "Please put away costume pieces that are in the spare room" I should have written, "Please put away costume pieces that are in the spare room in one of your two costume boxes and not shoved randomly under the bed in a hapazard pile."
I mentioned this to Kevin on the phone during his work break. He laughed. Guiltily. Caught you Babe!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
A simple wonderful weekend
I'm trying to think about what made this weekend so great. And at the heart of it was how in sinc Patrick and I were with each other. Or more accurately, I was in sinc with him. We just had loads of fun together. The park, stroller walks, unstructured playtime, good naps (always a plus), and lots of snuggling. He's really into his Mommy right now. Luckily, I have a fantastic partner who is confident enough in his parenting that he can handle a little Mommy-favoritism at the moment. So we both just go with it.
It was, however, a bit of a wild morning. Kevin was working, so I got Patrick to church on my own. This is not too big of a deal. But I was singing at two services, and needed to be at church at 8am for rehearsal. As I'd missed the Saturday practice session (working, my usual excuse), I really needed to be there, even for a pretty but simple choral piece. I decided to keep Patrick with me so he wasn't stuck in the nursery for 3+ hours. Remember, Patrick is not the kid who will sit and color for 30 minutes. He wants to run around. Or have me hold him. Or play with stuff on the alter.
I've got Patrick in my arms, all 30 pounds of him, keeping him off the microphones, and trying to work on the piece. It was pretty awesome.
I also sang as part of the praise team for the contemporary service. I'd been wanting to join up, and my work schedule and their practice schedule finally aligned! It was loads of fun, and I just wish I could work it in more often. But given my loathing of busy-ness, once a month is probably fine.
Patrick played hard in the nursery, and was nodding off listening to Bob the Builder on CD at home by 11:20. Naps for all! A lovely family afternoon and evening once Kevin came home, and I'm ready for the next few days at work.
Thanks for all the lovely comments and congratulations about our girl! Thank goodness we have another 18-20 weeks to get used to the idea of raising a non-boy. But the clothes sure are cute, aren't they?
It was, however, a bit of a wild morning. Kevin was working, so I got Patrick to church on my own. This is not too big of a deal. But I was singing at two services, and needed to be at church at 8am for rehearsal. As I'd missed the Saturday practice session (working, my usual excuse), I really needed to be there, even for a pretty but simple choral piece. I decided to keep Patrick with me so he wasn't stuck in the nursery for 3+ hours. Remember, Patrick is not the kid who will sit and color for 30 minutes. He wants to run around. Or have me hold him. Or play with stuff on the alter.
I've got Patrick in my arms, all 30 pounds of him, keeping him off the microphones, and trying to work on the piece. It was pretty awesome.
I also sang as part of the praise team for the contemporary service. I'd been wanting to join up, and my work schedule and their practice schedule finally aligned! It was loads of fun, and I just wish I could work it in more often. But given my loathing of busy-ness, once a month is probably fine.
Patrick played hard in the nursery, and was nodding off listening to Bob the Builder on CD at home by 11:20. Naps for all! A lovely family afternoon and evening once Kevin came home, and I'm ready for the next few days at work.
Thanks for all the lovely comments and congratulations about our girl! Thank goodness we have another 18-20 weeks to get used to the idea of raising a non-boy. But the clothes sure are cute, aren't they?
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Getting old
We lived in the funnest house in college. Not that our house was the fun house (although it was quite fun on occasion), but we lived across the street from the fun house. The Lacrosse house, actually. Four very nice (mostly) boys who let us drink their beer, only hit on us in the very nicest of ways, and had killer parties with lots of good looking people.
As the boys became more well known, the parties ended earlier and earlier. Police kept showing up! Noise disturbance. The earliest was 11pm. So sad, but fun while it lasted.
The cycle of life continues. I woke up at 3pm to the noise I hate more than anything. That deep bass, boom boom boom, coming from down the block. Laughter, and perhaps an electric guitar.
This time, I called the police. The non-emergency number, of course.
How life goes on.
As the boys became more well known, the parties ended earlier and earlier. Police kept showing up! Noise disturbance. The earliest was 11pm. So sad, but fun while it lasted.
The cycle of life continues. I woke up at 3pm to the noise I hate more than anything. That deep bass, boom boom boom, coming from down the block. Laughter, and perhaps an electric guitar.
This time, I called the police. The non-emergency number, of course.
How life goes on.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wouldn't it be funny
Kevin and I had just returned home from a surprisingly good ultrasound appointment in late June. Having been prepared for bad news, the sudden change caught us off gaurd. We were reminded Who is really in charge, and it wasn't us. My mom met us in the driveway with a guarded look. "How is everything?" she asked. "Fine," I replied. What? Yep, fine. Heart beat is 150 beats a minute, growth is up to day, and everything is normal. Now what? Now I just get to be pregnant.
Fourteen weeks later we headed back to the ultrasound office with lighter hearts. I'd reached 20 weeks, and all signs were promising. I've been feeling lots of baby kicks, growing out of my clothes, and thanks to my job I can borrow a doppler and listen to the heartbeat whenever I want (at work, of course). As the ultrasound date grew closer, the questions increased.
Will you find out the gender? You bet
Will you tell people? Of course, I couldn't keep it a secret to save my life
Do you have names picked out? Almost...
Are you hoping for a...No, I want a healthy baby and I'll take it anyway I can get it.
Kevin and I placed our bets, with the winner getting to choose how to spend some entertainment money. He picked boy, I went with girl because it was the only option left. I'd thought girl once, but was edging back towards boy. But we couldn't bet the same thing!
"Well, right now the cord is between the legs."
I laughed, if this was the worst news we got I'd be thrilled to pieces. The fabulous ultrasound tech at my midwives' office continued with the survey. All looking good. Lots of moving and kicking. I changed positions.
She pointing at the screen. "Well, it looks like a baby...sister!"
I laughed again and burst into tears. We gripped hands. A girl!
I remembered back to that last ultrasound. After returning home I was looking out our front window. I'd been on the computer but something caught my eye. Then I saw it again. I tiny hummingbird, darting among the flowers. I'd never seen one around my yard and haven't since. Wouldn't it be funny if it turned out to be a girl? I thought.
And so it shall. Fiona Lynn.
A couple fun things
We took Patrick to the Puyallup Fair last week. On a Tuesday, to be precise. Last year he screamed for the final 30 minutes and I had to nurse him in a stinky corner of some food lot. I was hoping for improvement. And I did! But not a time extension. Patrick lasted for about 2 hours (and this was a post nap visit), and then he hit over-stimulation. Based on this experience, I think we'll wait til he's at least seven (and baby around five) to try Disneyland. I know other parents have taken young kids with great success, but I don't think Patrick is that kid. He loved seeing stuff, but he didn't want to ride in the stroller, he wanted to run ahead at his own pace. It was just a bit too stressful despite the fun he did have. And he did have fun, just not when I was taking any pictures.
But we saw goats and cows, some baby piglets, ate an ice cream cone, spent 20 minutes on the escalator outside the fine arts hall, and hit a few rides. The biggest hit was the giant slide. Kevin and Patrick took several runs, and then we ran out of tickets. But it was fun while it lasted. It will be nice, someday, to see what I want at the fair again. But I did get to check out the Charlie Harper exhibit. Very nice.
I started MOPS again on Thursday, serving as a table leader again. It's a great group, and we're looking to have a very exciting year. Any mothers reading who are interested, pop me a line! I'd love to tell you about MOPS and invite you to check it out!
Later that week we headed south for a giant family visit. Both of us. At the same time. This took quite a bit of work, as our joint non-traditional working schedules make it a challenge to go together. But as it probably won't happen for another six months (or more), it was worth the fuss. Aside from Wade, who works a schedule like ours, we saw everybody! Plus, we had two adult-only nights...in a row! First was Edgefield with Glen and Stacia, where we got to feel like the cool experts as they picked our brains about babies. The next night was at Gustav's with Jay and Chenoah, where we picked their brains about life with two kids. A fun contrast. Both nights were just lovely, to sit in a restaurant without small children and have multiple conversations! Big thanks to my Mom, who tackled bedtime two nights in a row for us. Saturday was the only disappointment. We were hoping to hit the Portland Pirate Festival, but it rained. Sniff. My poor husband was a good sport, and settled for some time at Cafe Sip-n-Play (coffee shop with enclosed play space, so cool) and a manicure. That evening the crowds descended on my mom's house, including all four dogs. It was wild. The only unfortunate occurrence was Bug, my brother Dave's fab mini schnauzer, sampled Danica's food. It did not agree with him, as Dave and his wife (my gorgeous sister in law) discovered the following morning. The rest of us survived. On Sunday we got to visit with Kevin's parents, who prepared us an amazing brunch, pulled out all the grandkid toys for Patrick, and overall showed us a wonderful time. It was great to see them, and Patrick had a wonderful time with all his grandparents this weekend.
Such a fun week, but a reminder of why I don't like to be that busy. Looking forward to a much better week with a MUCH lighter schedule.
But we saw goats and cows, some baby piglets, ate an ice cream cone, spent 20 minutes on the escalator outside the fine arts hall, and hit a few rides. The biggest hit was the giant slide. Kevin and Patrick took several runs, and then we ran out of tickets. But it was fun while it lasted. It will be nice, someday, to see what I want at the fair again. But I did get to check out the Charlie Harper exhibit. Very nice.
I started MOPS again on Thursday, serving as a table leader again. It's a great group, and we're looking to have a very exciting year. Any mothers reading who are interested, pop me a line! I'd love to tell you about MOPS and invite you to check it out!
Later that week we headed south for a giant family visit. Both of us. At the same time. This took quite a bit of work, as our joint non-traditional working schedules make it a challenge to go together. But as it probably won't happen for another six months (or more), it was worth the fuss. Aside from Wade, who works a schedule like ours, we saw everybody! Plus, we had two adult-only nights...in a row! First was Edgefield with Glen and Stacia, where we got to feel like the cool experts as they picked our brains about babies. The next night was at Gustav's with Jay and Chenoah, where we picked their brains about life with two kids. A fun contrast. Both nights were just lovely, to sit in a restaurant without small children and have multiple conversations! Big thanks to my Mom, who tackled bedtime two nights in a row for us. Saturday was the only disappointment. We were hoping to hit the Portland Pirate Festival, but it rained. Sniff. My poor husband was a good sport, and settled for some time at Cafe Sip-n-Play (coffee shop with enclosed play space, so cool) and a manicure. That evening the crowds descended on my mom's house, including all four dogs. It was wild. The only unfortunate occurrence was Bug, my brother Dave's fab mini schnauzer, sampled Danica's food. It did not agree with him, as Dave and his wife (my gorgeous sister in law) discovered the following morning. The rest of us survived. On Sunday we got to visit with Kevin's parents, who prepared us an amazing brunch, pulled out all the grandkid toys for Patrick, and overall showed us a wonderful time. It was great to see them, and Patrick had a wonderful time with all his grandparents this weekend.
Such a fun week, but a reminder of why I don't like to be that busy. Looking forward to a much better week with a MUCH lighter schedule.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Random Bits
Kevin let me have my sleep-in turn on Saturday. I slept about 11 hours. Later that morning he said he liked his happy wife much better than the crabby wife he's had the last week. Sleep works wonders, I replied. Let me have more of it and you'll be amazed! The reality is we both get about one morning a week to "sleep in." Thanks to jobs and an early kiddo (closer to 5am this past week, sweet Lord in Heaven), anything past 6am is considered good. We both had this weekend off, so we each got a day! And we even made it to church on Sunday.
The spare room is nearly cleaned out, furniture aside. I'm pleased, considering storage space doesn't really exist in this house. It keeps us from hording out of habit, which I'm grateful for. But losing an office/storage space to another baby is forcing some creativity. And multiple trips to Goodwill. Anybody want a bookshelf and a loveseat? I'm hoping to have it empty by the end of the week, and painted by the end of the month. I want Patrick to be in his big boy room before the holidays (Thanksgiving at the latest), so that one big change is in place long before a REALLY big change hits in February. And considering how tired I am all the time, I have no desire to tackle this project in my third trimester.
I love the feel of Fall in the air. I don't even mind the wind and rain right now. I'm ready for flannel pajamas, pumpkin spice candles, and comfort food in the crock pot. The challenge will be getting our yard cleaned up for winter, as there always seems to be something more fun to do. A whole new wardrobe is slowly filling my closet, and I'm hoping I don't have to buy a bigger coat to get through this winter. In that spirit I reorganized Patrick's clothes this evening while Daddy took over bathtime. Summer clothes and small clothes were put away, in storage until the next go-around. Luckily for us, he's pretty good for winter clothes, since I won't be. I've already found him a winter coat, but we'll splurge on snow boots and gloves. Didn't think we'd need them last year (ha ha) and then they were nowhere to be found. It's a mistake I too frequently make, so I'll suck it up and spend the money.
I've hit 18 weeks, and our big ultrasound appointment is at the end of the month. I'm getting girl vibes, but Kevin is getting boy vibes. Hey, we each have a 50/50 shot! When I lay down I can feel good kicks and nudges. Will we get another busy baby? We've both been asked if we "want" a boy or a girl. In all honesty, we are both so happy to be pregnant that a healthy baby of either gender is a thrill. No preference one way or another. At the same time, I realize that for many people this are real desires and disappointments. Maybe we'd feel differently had our fertility experiences taken an alternative path. But I'm just so grateful to have gotten pregnant, stayed pregnant, with considerably less fuss than before, that I'm ready for either journey.
In the meantime, I could use some book recommendations. I'm having a hard time finding something to catch my interest. Any thoughts?
The spare room is nearly cleaned out, furniture aside. I'm pleased, considering storage space doesn't really exist in this house. It keeps us from hording out of habit, which I'm grateful for. But losing an office/storage space to another baby is forcing some creativity. And multiple trips to Goodwill. Anybody want a bookshelf and a loveseat? I'm hoping to have it empty by the end of the week, and painted by the end of the month. I want Patrick to be in his big boy room before the holidays (Thanksgiving at the latest), so that one big change is in place long before a REALLY big change hits in February. And considering how tired I am all the time, I have no desire to tackle this project in my third trimester.
I love the feel of Fall in the air. I don't even mind the wind and rain right now. I'm ready for flannel pajamas, pumpkin spice candles, and comfort food in the crock pot. The challenge will be getting our yard cleaned up for winter, as there always seems to be something more fun to do. A whole new wardrobe is slowly filling my closet, and I'm hoping I don't have to buy a bigger coat to get through this winter. In that spirit I reorganized Patrick's clothes this evening while Daddy took over bathtime. Summer clothes and small clothes were put away, in storage until the next go-around. Luckily for us, he's pretty good for winter clothes, since I won't be. I've already found him a winter coat, but we'll splurge on snow boots and gloves. Didn't think we'd need them last year (ha ha) and then they were nowhere to be found. It's a mistake I too frequently make, so I'll suck it up and spend the money.
I've hit 18 weeks, and our big ultrasound appointment is at the end of the month. I'm getting girl vibes, but Kevin is getting boy vibes. Hey, we each have a 50/50 shot! When I lay down I can feel good kicks and nudges. Will we get another busy baby? We've both been asked if we "want" a boy or a girl. In all honesty, we are both so happy to be pregnant that a healthy baby of either gender is a thrill. No preference one way or another. At the same time, I realize that for many people this are real desires and disappointments. Maybe we'd feel differently had our fertility experiences taken an alternative path. But I'm just so grateful to have gotten pregnant, stayed pregnant, with considerably less fuss than before, that I'm ready for either journey.
In the meantime, I could use some book recommendations. I'm having a hard time finding something to catch my interest. Any thoughts?
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I'm happy to be in this position, but I wish I could get something done
When I was pregnant with Patrick, I thought the weeks drug by. I had all my little books obsessively by my bed. Every night I would read some new snippet about what new development had occurred. June seemed miles, years, a lifetime away. I worked hard, walked the dogs, tried not to whine, and pampered myself because I KNEW that I would never be able to enjoy being pregnant in the same way again.
So true, but in ways I didn't thing about.
Here I gratefully find myself, 17 weeks and counting, and finding this a completely different experience. My abdominal muscles just sat down and gave up at about 10 weeks. The maternity pants (and panties) are in weeks ahead of schedule. The dogs still get walked, but not nearly as ambitiously. In fact, ambition has flat out left the building, leaving butt dragging fatigue in her place. The fatigue is the one similarity I notice, but it feels more severe this time around. Thank goodness Patrick naps, regularly and at length, because I'd lose my shit on a regular basis without getting my nap in myself. However, in between naps, he is awake. And running me ragged. And I think, "Oh, this is why I'm more tired. I'm up at 5:30am every day chasing the equivalent of a Jack Russell Terrier after a double mocha."
So the difference is I just don't think about it as much. This dream of a baby gets set aside for the reality of Patrick. But the benefit is a Mom who can approach this (and possibly last) adventure with a calmer demeanor. Shouldn't we all have our second babies first?
In the meantime, Kevin and I actually accomplished one of our goals for the summer. We've started the refinance process. Hopefully we can save a little money and get a decent minivan out of the deal. Kevin is resigned, and I'm pretty thrilled!
Monday, August 17, 2009
There comes a time...
...in every woman's pregnancy when the teeny-tiny pretty panties get set aside.
That moment was Sunday.
That moment was Sunday.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
This just might be the best pictures of Patrick I've ever taken
Patrick got his third haircut. I'm madly in love with it, as I love short hair on boys (and on men!) I'm always surprised how his face changes and how much more grown up he looks after these haircuts.
The coloring really throws people off, but Patrick is looking more and more like his Daddy. Just look at that forehead. And those eyes! The nose and mouth are more mine, but the chin is Kevin's. Long torso and short legs? Those are mine (thanks Dad).
I'm just crazy about this face.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
As if the heat isn't difficult enough
I come home after my second 12 hour shift in a row to a husband who says, "I'm not feeling so good."
The house is 90 degrees.
Patrick isn't sleeping.
And I have a sick man.
Fantastic.
The house is 90 degrees.
Patrick isn't sleeping.
And I have a sick man.
Fantastic.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
It was sort of a vacation, but it's the best I'm going to get
I'm tired. It's hot out. Patrick didn't nap well and my neighbor (who I do like) is doing construction outside of Patrick's window minutes after putting him to bed.
So, mostly pictures. As I don't have much of interest to write (that I'm willing to put on the internet...) luckily that's all my mom really wants to see.
The day after our adorable niece's fifth birthday party (and some long awaited Papa and Nana time), we took advantage of an unexpected free day to take Patrick to Woodland Park Zoo together. The weather was calm but cloudy. Perfect for me, as I'm not enjoying the heat much this summer. Boy is it big. Patrick did quite well, in great spirits and listened to instructions. Unless we were trying to get a picture taken.
Later that week I jetted south to visit the family. The last time Kevin and I were there for wine tasting I was a terrible sister and didn't tell my brother, David, that I was in town. He found out as we were leaving. He was not impressed. Later I was talking to another brother about it. He responded, "Yeah, Dave mentioned that three separate times." :) My brothers DO like me! Yeah! So I made up to him by seeing him for about 12 hours throughout the weekend. Kevin was stuck up here working, and I missed him so much, as did everybody else. I think I got asked about Kevin almost as much as I was asked about Patrick.
We started with an evening park concert with Mom, Mimi Cindy (my wicked stepmother), the grandparents, me and Patrick. I'm getting old. The music was too loud. The next day was swimming at Dave's apartment. Fabulous! That pool is a real mark against home ownership. Lightly heated, not too crowded. Patrick had the best time with Uncle Dave, because he is big and strong and can toss him all over the pool. That evening was a family dinner.
Here is a list of the family:
Me
Patrick
Mom
Mom's housemate Craig, who we love
David (my brother)
Beth, his gorgeous wife and a great sister-in-law!
Cindy (my stepmother, except she's not really because she and my dad got a divorce, but we liked her so much we decided to keep her and now she and mom are best buds.)
Tom (Cindy's next husband, and hopefully the last because we really like him too)
Dylan (a brother, but really a ex-stepbrother as he's Cindy's oldest kid, but darnit, he's still a brother)
Jess, Dylan's wife and my gorgeous sister-in-law!
Holly, their cute baby
Grandma and Grandpa
missing in action: Wade (Cindy's middle son and still a brother, he was working) and John (Cindy's youngest, my half-brother) who was tired from work and wimped out.
They are a lot of fun and some of my life's biggest blessings.
We hit a small reunion on Saturday, down in the farm country of Oregon. Old friends of Mom's, I was infants with their children. It was a beautiful piece of property, and we got to relax all day. OK, relax is relative when it also includes chasing Patrick. Mom really entertained him so I could chat also. She is, and always will be, the best. The only downside was a lot of the younger crowd who had committed to coming backed out last minute for very lame reasons. Life happens, I understand, but seriously? I made it from Tacoma with a toddler in tow. You all live in Eugene. But David, who came with his cute dog, stayed the entire time. I was so happy to hang out with him all day. Thanks Dave!
While the weekend was a blast, it was not very restful. I drove at least two hours every day for four days. Patrick went to bed at 10pm two nights in a row, and this does not translate to sleeping in. He was up at 5:30am every day. He didn't nap well, and for two days his naps were in the car, which meant I didn't nap. Yikes. But it sure was fun. Hopefully Kevin can come with me the next time. Then he can drive.
So, mostly pictures. As I don't have much of interest to write (that I'm willing to put on the internet...) luckily that's all my mom really wants to see.
The day after our adorable niece's fifth birthday party (and some long awaited Papa and Nana time), we took advantage of an unexpected free day to take Patrick to Woodland Park Zoo together. The weather was calm but cloudy. Perfect for me, as I'm not enjoying the heat much this summer. Boy is it big. Patrick did quite well, in great spirits and listened to instructions. Unless we were trying to get a picture taken.
Later that week I jetted south to visit the family. The last time Kevin and I were there for wine tasting I was a terrible sister and didn't tell my brother, David, that I was in town. He found out as we were leaving. He was not impressed. Later I was talking to another brother about it. He responded, "Yeah, Dave mentioned that three separate times." :) My brothers DO like me! Yeah! So I made up to him by seeing him for about 12 hours throughout the weekend. Kevin was stuck up here working, and I missed him so much, as did everybody else. I think I got asked about Kevin almost as much as I was asked about Patrick.
We started with an evening park concert with Mom, Mimi Cindy (my wicked stepmother), the grandparents, me and Patrick. I'm getting old. The music was too loud. The next day was swimming at Dave's apartment. Fabulous! That pool is a real mark against home ownership. Lightly heated, not too crowded. Patrick had the best time with Uncle Dave, because he is big and strong and can toss him all over the pool. That evening was a family dinner.
Here is a list of the family:
Me
Patrick
Mom
Mom's housemate Craig, who we love
David (my brother)
Beth, his gorgeous wife and a great sister-in-law!
Cindy (my stepmother, except she's not really because she and my dad got a divorce, but we liked her so much we decided to keep her and now she and mom are best buds.)
Tom (Cindy's next husband, and hopefully the last because we really like him too)
Dylan (a brother, but really a ex-stepbrother as he's Cindy's oldest kid, but darnit, he's still a brother)
Jess, Dylan's wife and my gorgeous sister-in-law!
Holly, their cute baby
Grandma and Grandpa
missing in action: Wade (Cindy's middle son and still a brother, he was working) and John (Cindy's youngest, my half-brother) who was tired from work and wimped out.
They are a lot of fun and some of my life's biggest blessings.
We hit a small reunion on Saturday, down in the farm country of Oregon. Old friends of Mom's, I was infants with their children. It was a beautiful piece of property, and we got to relax all day. OK, relax is relative when it also includes chasing Patrick. Mom really entertained him so I could chat also. She is, and always will be, the best. The only downside was a lot of the younger crowd who had committed to coming backed out last minute for very lame reasons. Life happens, I understand, but seriously? I made it from Tacoma with a toddler in tow. You all live in Eugene. But David, who came with his cute dog, stayed the entire time. I was so happy to hang out with him all day. Thanks Dave!
While the weekend was a blast, it was not very restful. I drove at least two hours every day for four days. Patrick went to bed at 10pm two nights in a row, and this does not translate to sleeping in. He was up at 5:30am every day. He didn't nap well, and for two days his naps were in the car, which meant I didn't nap. Yikes. But it sure was fun. Hopefully Kevin can come with me the next time. Then he can drive.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
2 years old
My sweet Patrick, you are a big boy of 2 years old! I watch you sleeping (such a cliche but the most perfect way to end the day) and your tall body fills the crib. You sleep like I do, on your tummy with your arms above your head or holding one of your stuffed animals. The current favorites are the walrus from Daddy and the husky puppy from Mimi Cindy. And as I go to sleep at night, I know that you'll be calling for us around 5:30am, your constant wake up time. No matter when you nap or go to bed, winter or summer, that's the time. We hear you shouting in the morning. "Ab ah Dada! Mama!" At least, that's what it sounds like, you still aren't the best talker yet. You'll be standing up with a big smile for us as we get you and bring you back to bed for a little cuddle time before you insist on going downstairs. And the day has begun.
We had a wonderful, simple birthday for you. I'm afraid your Mommy and Daddy wimped out, just the tiniest bit. We haven't had a party yet. But we will...we think. But your day was perfect. Both of us were home for the weekend. The morning started off simple. Farmers' Market. The playground. A walk with the dogs. During your nap the house got decorated with streamers and balloons. I made your cake. Not as fancy as what Grandma made you last year. This was just a simple sheet cake with frosting and sprinkles. But hey! It was all homemade!
I think the biggest hit was the balloons from the dollar store. Even your present didn't garner as much excitement. But you sure knew how to unwrap it! That must be in the kid gene, along with refusing all new foods but if it looks remotely like a cookie it's in.
We sang Happy Birthday, played with your new t-ball set, and then out to play at Fort Nisqually and the zoo. You are thinking very hard about your present here. We can tell because your tongue is sticking out.
Mommy is loving 2 years old. You are playful and fun, (mostly) cooperative, learning tons of new games, can mimic when you want to, and you are pretty good at playing independently. You give lots of hugs and kisses. You go down for naps and bed like a dream, and you still take 2-3 hour naps. Mommy really loves that. Everyday you want to go to the zoo. It's one of the few words that you say on a regular basis. You still have lots of those baby words that you understand perfectly, but we don't have a clue. Sorry about that.
It's all just so fast. I hope I can keep up with you, my wonderful little boy. You are my life and my world, my joy and my greatest blessing. We love you so much.
Love
Mommy
We had a wonderful, simple birthday for you. I'm afraid your Mommy and Daddy wimped out, just the tiniest bit. We haven't had a party yet. But we will...we think. But your day was perfect. Both of us were home for the weekend. The morning started off simple. Farmers' Market. The playground. A walk with the dogs. During your nap the house got decorated with streamers and balloons. I made your cake. Not as fancy as what Grandma made you last year. This was just a simple sheet cake with frosting and sprinkles. But hey! It was all homemade!
I think the biggest hit was the balloons from the dollar store. Even your present didn't garner as much excitement. But you sure knew how to unwrap it! That must be in the kid gene, along with refusing all new foods but if it looks remotely like a cookie it's in.
We sang Happy Birthday, played with your new t-ball set, and then out to play at Fort Nisqually and the zoo. You are thinking very hard about your present here. We can tell because your tongue is sticking out.
Mommy is loving 2 years old. You are playful and fun, (mostly) cooperative, learning tons of new games, can mimic when you want to, and you are pretty good at playing independently. You give lots of hugs and kisses. You go down for naps and bed like a dream, and you still take 2-3 hour naps. Mommy really loves that. Everyday you want to go to the zoo. It's one of the few words that you say on a regular basis. You still have lots of those baby words that you understand perfectly, but we don't have a clue. Sorry about that.
It's all just so fast. I hope I can keep up with you, my wonderful little boy. You are my life and my world, my joy and my greatest blessing. We love you so much.
Love
Mommy
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I don't mean to have a theme going....
We're at the zoo. It's Kevin's favorite place to take Patrick, and it's quickly becoming Patrick's favorite place to go. He can say "zoo." It's sounds a lot like his other words, like dog, go, two, shoe, and blue. He's big on the walruses. He points them out where ever he sees them, and does a fantastic walrus impression. Occasionally, he'll perform on command and make the noise for admiring comments.
The walruses were a lot of fun today. The keepers must have put something in their pool because they were all sniffing and exploring the rocks both above and under water.
ET was floating around. He's their biggest walrus and only male with two females. The keepers have commented they are hoping for babies at some point. Kevin and I are watching (it's late in the day and we are alone in the underwater viewing area) ET. It becomes apparent that ET is feeling a bit frisky. Then we watch ET curl his body around and (for lack of an appropriate term) nuzzle his own parts with his whiskers.
Impressive. We totally laughed like 12 year old boys.
The walruses were a lot of fun today. The keepers must have put something in their pool because they were all sniffing and exploring the rocks both above and under water.
ET was floating around. He's their biggest walrus and only male with two females. The keepers have commented they are hoping for babies at some point. Kevin and I are watching (it's late in the day and we are alone in the underwater viewing area) ET. It becomes apparent that ET is feeling a bit frisky. Then we watch ET curl his body around and (for lack of an appropriate term) nuzzle his own parts with his whiskers.
Impressive. We totally laughed like 12 year old boys.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
All in the name of science
I attended a nursing conference the other day, and we discussed all the scary things that happen in OB. And while yes, most women are healthy and have normal births with minimal interference, we are also seeing sicker patients with more problems.
But it was interesting to note how much is starting to appear related to allergic reactions and the inflammatory response. Take, for example, preeclampsia. It used to be called toxemia, but that's an inaccurate name. Without getting all nurse-nerd on you, it's when your liver, kidneys, and brain start going to hell in a handbasket. Some researchers looked at pregnant women's exposure to foreign DNA in their bloodstream in relation to preeclampsia. Perhaps it was part of an allergic reaction to foreign DNA (fetal) in their body?
So one doctor had an idea. What if you had enough exposure to foreign DNA that your body would accept it and not develope an allergic reaction? Would you stil get preeclampsia? She did a little study. And this is my kind of study.
She asked women who had birthed babies about their pregnancies and their (ahem) oral sex practice. It turns out that women who had allowed foreign DNA into their gut (you with me?) had a lower rate of preeclampsia.
So all this time, I've really been protecting my pregnancy health. And I thought I was just being nice.
But it was interesting to note how much is starting to appear related to allergic reactions and the inflammatory response. Take, for example, preeclampsia. It used to be called toxemia, but that's an inaccurate name. Without getting all nurse-nerd on you, it's when your liver, kidneys, and brain start going to hell in a handbasket. Some researchers looked at pregnant women's exposure to foreign DNA in their bloodstream in relation to preeclampsia. Perhaps it was part of an allergic reaction to foreign DNA (fetal) in their body?
So one doctor had an idea. What if you had enough exposure to foreign DNA that your body would accept it and not develope an allergic reaction? Would you stil get preeclampsia? She did a little study. And this is my kind of study.
She asked women who had birthed babies about their pregnancies and their (ahem) oral sex practice. It turns out that women who had allowed foreign DNA into their gut (you with me?) had a lower rate of preeclampsia.
So all this time, I've really been protecting my pregnancy health. And I thought I was just being nice.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
The signs of age
My girl Danica is probably nine years old. Not bad for a Labrador. She could be a bit older, it's hard to say. We got her from the Humane Society the month we were married. After getting the wedding out of the way, we were so excited to get a dog together.
We visited the pound on a Monday. We'd done our research and had an idea of what kind of dog we wanted. Danica was a stray, she'd been hit by a car and brought in because her collar had no ID on it. Amid all the yelping and leaping, she sat with her tongue wagging in the front of her kennel.
"Look at that dog, the one that's not barking," I said.
We wanted her, but had to wait a few more days to give her owners time to find her. For 48 hours we paced. The earliest we could pick her up was Wednesday at 10am. I skipped work and arrived at 9:30am. Our first baby was here!
"Boy, she's really busy" was the comment I got most. This was a dog who (until recently) needed about two hours a day of running, walking, fetching, swimming, playing, and loving to be content. But she'd love a little more...
Over the past few months, her age is starting to show. Her energy level is down. Her right shoulder gives her a hard time. After a long walk yesterday, she's really limping today. She still wants to play some fetch in the yard, she just limps. The stairs are a little slow, and she doesn't jump on our bed anymore.
We haven't taken her to the vet. What might we learn? She's an older lab, and they are prone to hip dysplasia and arthritis. She does a pretty good job of letting us know what she wants.
So our walks are shorter, our playtime is less intense, and we offer lots of love and scratches. And we remember that dogs are a short blessing in our lives, and we are grateful for every moment.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Moments Like This
Patrick and I had a Mommy-Kiddo all day playdate today. One moment really stood out from the rest.
We were playing this game. I laid down on the living room floor and yelled, "Where's Patrick?" Running and giggling from the kitchen, with Patrick finally throwing his body on top of mine. Peals of laughter. And repeat.
One time I covered my face with the blanket while he was out of the room. When I yelled for him, he landed on top of me and delightedly pulled the blanket back. Then he shoved it back over my face to continue the game.
Except this one time. He covered my face, ran off and immediately turned back around. He uncovered my face, gave me a spontaneous kiss, covered me back up, and resumed the game.
It totally makes up for that fit he threw when he couldn't have marshmallows for breakfast.
We were playing this game. I laid down on the living room floor and yelled, "Where's Patrick?" Running and giggling from the kitchen, with Patrick finally throwing his body on top of mine. Peals of laughter. And repeat.
One time I covered my face with the blanket while he was out of the room. When I yelled for him, he landed on top of me and delightedly pulled the blanket back. Then he shoved it back over my face to continue the game.
Except this one time. He covered my face, ran off and immediately turned back around. He uncovered my face, gave me a spontaneous kiss, covered me back up, and resumed the game.
It totally makes up for that fit he threw when he couldn't have marshmallows for breakfast.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Delicious
The weather, I want to eat it like mint ice cream straight from the carton.
Patrick is such a fun toddler right now. Affectionate, sweet, and very playful. Even when the games are repetitive in nature. We played "Throw everything out of my crib, then have Mommy lift me out and throw it all back in the crib, then have Mommy lift me into the crib and repeat" for 20 minutes before bedtime. I'm reminded of Jay and Chenoah's beautiful firstborn. During a visit Jay read Eric Carle's "Brown Bear" about 5 million times in a row. I laughed at Jay's irritation.
Ah, payback.
Lots of outdoor time (well covered in sunscreen), walks in the stroller, and a family visit to the zoo. And for me, the resuming of acupuncture! Here's to hoping...and back to behaving.
Patrick is such a fun toddler right now. Affectionate, sweet, and very playful. Even when the games are repetitive in nature. We played "Throw everything out of my crib, then have Mommy lift me out and throw it all back in the crib, then have Mommy lift me into the crib and repeat" for 20 minutes before bedtime. I'm reminded of Jay and Chenoah's beautiful firstborn. During a visit Jay read Eric Carle's "Brown Bear" about 5 million times in a row. I laughed at Jay's irritation.
Ah, payback.
Lots of outdoor time (well covered in sunscreen), walks in the stroller, and a family visit to the zoo. And for me, the resuming of acupuncture! Here's to hoping...and back to behaving.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Idleness
I look around my sweet little house on days like these and feel overwhelmed on the need to organize the shit out of it. My dining room shelves are a mess, Patrick's old clothes have thrown up all over the guest room, and don't get me started on my closet.
But the sun is so gorgeous, I don't care. And outside we go. Off to the park, the playground, or the beach. On a walk, down the street to play, and the backyard.
So my house is a touch of a disaster, but we had a great day as a family.
After his nap, Patrick, Kevin and I hit some outdoor chores. Kevin transferred the half-yard of Tagro soil from the patio to the planter box, pots, and established gardens. Patrick dragged the big shovel around and dug whenever it struck his fancy. He played with the hose and painted everything. I wandered between both my men, helping where I could and supervising as needed.
I taped paper to the side of our shed for Patrick to paint on. This is definitely an outdoor activity. By the end of our chores, he was a mess from paint, dirt, grass, and general backyard. Add a blowout, and an immediate bath was in order. After Bath-Part-One, he decided to go outside again. Naked. We had a family walk (we dressed him) and checked out the sprayground close to home.
We had a simple dinner, Patrick is getting his "Blue" time, and then we'll put him to bed. I'll practice my guitar. We'll enjoy the adult time we've come to depend on in the evenings. And I'm reminded again why the busy days that others find so necessary I continue to avoid. I enjoy the playtime with Patrick, letting his interest lead the way without a schedule or agenda. I like the calm evenings as a family. It's why I continue to say no to all the pulls on any working parent.
I strongly recommend you try it.
But the sun is so gorgeous, I don't care. And outside we go. Off to the park, the playground, or the beach. On a walk, down the street to play, and the backyard.
So my house is a touch of a disaster, but we had a great day as a family.
After his nap, Patrick, Kevin and I hit some outdoor chores. Kevin transferred the half-yard of Tagro soil from the patio to the planter box, pots, and established gardens. Patrick dragged the big shovel around and dug whenever it struck his fancy. He played with the hose and painted everything. I wandered between both my men, helping where I could and supervising as needed.
I taped paper to the side of our shed for Patrick to paint on. This is definitely an outdoor activity. By the end of our chores, he was a mess from paint, dirt, grass, and general backyard. Add a blowout, and an immediate bath was in order. After Bath-Part-One, he decided to go outside again. Naked. We had a family walk (we dressed him) and checked out the sprayground close to home.
We had a simple dinner, Patrick is getting his "Blue" time, and then we'll put him to bed. I'll practice my guitar. We'll enjoy the adult time we've come to depend on in the evenings. And I'm reminded again why the busy days that others find so necessary I continue to avoid. I enjoy the playtime with Patrick, letting his interest lead the way without a schedule or agenda. I like the calm evenings as a family. It's why I continue to say no to all the pulls on any working parent.
I strongly recommend you try it.
Monday, May 25, 2009
I would like to thank my sweet little boy, who gave me big hugs and kisses after we were both done crying on Saturday (it was a rough day).
I would like to thank my sweet friend for sharing her good news with us so soon. Welcome new baby!
I would like to thank my sweet husband for homemade pizza for dinner.
I would like to thank my sweet friend for sharing her good news with us so soon. Welcome new baby!
I would like to thank my sweet husband for homemade pizza for dinner.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
23 Months
Dear Patrick: You are 23 months old!
My sweet Jesus how in the world did you get so big, so old? Was it only a year ago that I was holding your perfect baby hands to help you walk? Was it two years ago that I waddled everywhere certain that you would be "late" (you weren't, thank goodness)? Was it three years ago that I despaired at ever having you?
Yes, I guess it has been. It's the story of my parenting you: struggling to keep up as you blaze your way through my careful plans, my schedule, and my need to sit down for five minutes. You are on the cusp of so many changes, and you just want to do it all. Yourself. Unless you want me to do it, and you want me to do it right now.
You continue to surprise me with your ability to figure stuff out. And you are one strong kid, meaning I have to have my A-Game on at the playground. Or else I look away for five seconds and you are half-way up the ladder that I was SURE you were too small for. Dang, you're fast. You run, jump, climb, slide, and crawl your way around anything unfamiliar with little fear. You are pretty strong as well, not just pulling your little body up the jungle gym but digging with the shovel. The big one. The heavy kind you get at Home Depot. That's your new favorite outdoor toy. For a while you just drug it around the patio. I'm now quite used to the screech of steel on concrete. Now you want to dig with it. You're pretty good. Dirt actually ends up on the shovel. I hang out to make sure you don't chop your toes off.
We took a trip south to visit family this month. I'd forgotten that stranger anxiety can exert itself again. After four days, I remember. You had a blast with Grandma, Mimi, Gigi, Poppa, Uncles and Aunts, Craig (who was a personal favorite after he showed you how to use the hose sprayer), and assorted pets, but you needed to have Mommy around most of the time. It's hard to be patient, sometimes, when I want to show you off and family want to love on you, but you have your own needs that might conflict. My sweet boy, we will work very hard to remember this. Or else all my family pictures will look like this:
You are such a stereotypical boy, but it does make it easy to buy you presents. Balls, trucks, buses, anything that makes loads of noise, and remote controls. You have a sweet love-hate relationship with Miss M down the block (you love to use her stuff, hate it when she uses yours), and you follow the big boys around with love in your eyes. They are usually quite good with you, especially as all these kids get older, but they aren't as happy with you when you interfere with their game of "Washer and Steam Dryer."
Your Daddy and I both miss you very much when we can't be with you, and this seems to get stronger as you get older and your personality gets stronger. It helps that your communication skills are growing so well. We ask you pretty complicated sentences, and you can make your opinion known. You know how to procrastinate bedtime. You still aren't a huge talker in understandable words, but you are getting there. I'm sure that you can say "two." And if all else fails, you do a great walrus impression.
Here you are with my youngest brother, John Michael. He's 12 years younger than me, and I loved acting like a little mommy when he was growing up. Your middle name is in tribute to both your Daddy and your Uncle. But when you are together, I keep calling you by the wrong name!
I can't believe you are almost two years old. It's all too fast. I love you my sweet boy.
Love
Mommy
My sweet Jesus how in the world did you get so big, so old? Was it only a year ago that I was holding your perfect baby hands to help you walk? Was it two years ago that I waddled everywhere certain that you would be "late" (you weren't, thank goodness)? Was it three years ago that I despaired at ever having you?
Yes, I guess it has been. It's the story of my parenting you: struggling to keep up as you blaze your way through my careful plans, my schedule, and my need to sit down for five minutes. You are on the cusp of so many changes, and you just want to do it all. Yourself. Unless you want me to do it, and you want me to do it right now.
You continue to surprise me with your ability to figure stuff out. And you are one strong kid, meaning I have to have my A-Game on at the playground. Or else I look away for five seconds and you are half-way up the ladder that I was SURE you were too small for. Dang, you're fast. You run, jump, climb, slide, and crawl your way around anything unfamiliar with little fear. You are pretty strong as well, not just pulling your little body up the jungle gym but digging with the shovel. The big one. The heavy kind you get at Home Depot. That's your new favorite outdoor toy. For a while you just drug it around the patio. I'm now quite used to the screech of steel on concrete. Now you want to dig with it. You're pretty good. Dirt actually ends up on the shovel. I hang out to make sure you don't chop your toes off.
We took a trip south to visit family this month. I'd forgotten that stranger anxiety can exert itself again. After four days, I remember. You had a blast with Grandma, Mimi, Gigi, Poppa, Uncles and Aunts, Craig (who was a personal favorite after he showed you how to use the hose sprayer), and assorted pets, but you needed to have Mommy around most of the time. It's hard to be patient, sometimes, when I want to show you off and family want to love on you, but you have your own needs that might conflict. My sweet boy, we will work very hard to remember this. Or else all my family pictures will look like this:
You are such a stereotypical boy, but it does make it easy to buy you presents. Balls, trucks, buses, anything that makes loads of noise, and remote controls. You have a sweet love-hate relationship with Miss M down the block (you love to use her stuff, hate it when she uses yours), and you follow the big boys around with love in your eyes. They are usually quite good with you, especially as all these kids get older, but they aren't as happy with you when you interfere with their game of "Washer and Steam Dryer."
Your Daddy and I both miss you very much when we can't be with you, and this seems to get stronger as you get older and your personality gets stronger. It helps that your communication skills are growing so well. We ask you pretty complicated sentences, and you can make your opinion known. You know how to procrastinate bedtime. You still aren't a huge talker in understandable words, but you are getting there. I'm sure that you can say "two." And if all else fails, you do a great walrus impression.
Here you are with my youngest brother, John Michael. He's 12 years younger than me, and I loved acting like a little mommy when he was growing up. Your middle name is in tribute to both your Daddy and your Uncle. But when you are together, I keep calling you by the wrong name!I can't believe you are almost two years old. It's all too fast. I love you my sweet boy.
Love
Mommy
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