Is very much like living in a clown car. Being crammed into 1,000 square feet, we are short about 5 rooms that we desperately need . M needs a man cave. (Lord PLEASE send us a man cave for all of this video game equipment!) W needs an official playroom so I'm not tripping over toys in the kitchen/bedroom/bathroom every 10 seconds. We need a guest room. Or we just need to stop inviting people to stay the weekend, but I love love love having company, so...no. We need privacy. As soon as W fell asleep for nap, our next door neighbor took out tools and apparently redecorated her walls. The maintenance guy then took his cue and banged on the door a few times before barging in to complete the "preventative maintenance". I didn't even have time to get downstairs to the door before he was in and on his way up the stairs!
If we are going to Arkansas for a better job for M, cool. If we're staying here, even better! Either way, I just need to know where we are going to be. I'm not a gypsy. I am done with being in limbo. I feel like I've been living in a waiting room for 2 years. We are paying $1,100 a month in rent for what we could be putting toward a mortgage on a home twice this size! Such a waste.
I need roots. I need to get my stuff out of storage. I want to set up a home, sit down, take it all in, and exhale.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Unplugged. Literally.
So, as almost anyone who knows me knows - I thrive on being connected. In the loop. Online. Plugged in to anything and everything going on!
Well about 5 weeks ago, my precious, tiny, fits-in-my-purse, netbook computer finally crapped out. Ok so it was overrun with some kind of icky virus and I'm still waiting on a knight in shining geekdom to come and rescue it. And me! Needless to say, without the daily dose of FB/Blogger/Gmail/etc, I have missed out on quite a lot. Events. Messages. Photo albums that crash my ancient, cheap-o phone that I refuse to part with...le sigh. It's lonely out here in the 1800s...my hoop skirt has broken and I can't even Google how to repair it.
To make matters 90 times crazier, during this period of - let's just say - anachronistic "fun", quite a large life change possibility has come about - and me with no way to research it day and night! *pulls out hair* Fixing the netbook was lovingly added to my honey's to-do list and was then rather cast aside by said honey. I'm beginning to suspect him of desiring to keep me unplugged...but no such luck! He is sleeping and I have hijacked his work laptop for the night! I may never sleep!
Back to the "big change" - M has been searching dilligently for a new/better/family friendlier job and he just may have found it. More money. Less hours. Less travel. Buuuuuut (oh of course there's a but)...it's in Van...Buren...Arkansas.
Kill me.
Big city girl + small small town (no mall no airport!) = disaster! Talk about the ultimate unplugging!
I don't deal well with change. I haven't changed my hair in years. I've moved 3 times in my entire life. My idea of "going away to college" was moving 30 minutes away from my Mom and Dad. The very thought of moving 5 hours away from my friends and family here has yielded more than a few panic attacks, let me tell you. If said move happens, it may just break me. I may crack. Rocking chair + attic = home? Possibly. Help!
Ok yes,
I am dramatic.
I was born this way.
Mom said that as a child, I was the princess from "The Princess and the Pea"...you know the one.
Once I discovered boys and cattiness, I was Scarlett O'Hara.
And then I chose the boy whom I would allow to bring me barbecue while I sit under a tree surrounded by cute...er...married my stubborn/control freak/twin of an only child husband and things have only gotten way more interesting! He's a gypsy. Lord help us!
Share with me, if you will, your experiences with big moves. Away from family. And friends. And the city. Oh my my...*fans self*
Well about 5 weeks ago, my precious, tiny, fits-in-my-purse, netbook computer finally crapped out. Ok so it was overrun with some kind of icky virus and I'm still waiting on a knight in shining geekdom to come and rescue it. And me! Needless to say, without the daily dose of FB/Blogger/Gmail/etc, I have missed out on quite a lot. Events. Messages. Photo albums that crash my ancient, cheap-o phone that I refuse to part with...le sigh. It's lonely out here in the 1800s...my hoop skirt has broken and I can't even Google how to repair it.
To make matters 90 times crazier, during this period of - let's just say - anachronistic "fun", quite a large life change possibility has come about - and me with no way to research it day and night! *pulls out hair* Fixing the netbook was lovingly added to my honey's to-do list and was then rather cast aside by said honey. I'm beginning to suspect him of desiring to keep me unplugged...but no such luck! He is sleeping and I have hijacked his work laptop for the night! I may never sleep!
Back to the "big change" - M has been searching dilligently for a new/better/family friendlier job and he just may have found it. More money. Less hours. Less travel. Buuuuuut (oh of course there's a but)...it's in Van...Buren...Arkansas.
Kill me.
Big city girl + small small town (no mall no airport!) = disaster! Talk about the ultimate unplugging!
I don't deal well with change. I haven't changed my hair in years. I've moved 3 times in my entire life. My idea of "going away to college" was moving 30 minutes away from my Mom and Dad. The very thought of moving 5 hours away from my friends and family here has yielded more than a few panic attacks, let me tell you. If said move happens, it may just break me. I may crack. Rocking chair + attic = home? Possibly. Help!
Ok yes,
I am dramatic.
I was born this way.
Mom said that as a child, I was the princess from "The Princess and the Pea"...you know the one.
Once I discovered boys and cattiness, I was Scarlett O'Hara.
And then I chose the boy whom I would allow to bring me barbecue while I sit under a tree surrounded by cute...er...married my stubborn/control freak/twin of an only child husband and things have only gotten way more interesting! He's a gypsy. Lord help us!
Share with me, if you will, your experiences with big moves. Away from family. And friends. And the city. Oh my my...*fans self*
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
I've got a new way to walk (walk walk)
William is officially walking more than crawling now - he smiles and shakes his hands in happiness as he toddles along! Today was really the day that sealed the deal - I was afraid to say anything too soon and jinx his progress, but there is NO stopping him now!
Until I get a good vid of him in action, I'll share our song of the week with you (courtesy of old school Sesame Street haha!). This one goes out to all of the fellow new walkers out there ;)
Until I get a good vid of him in action, I'll share our song of the week with you (courtesy of old school Sesame Street haha!). This one goes out to all of the fellow new walkers out there ;)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Mamaaaaaa oooooh oooh oooh ooooooooh
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one of my favorite people in the world! She's smart - she's sassy - she makes me laugh more than anyone else I know...oh yes! AND she gave me life and literally has KEPT me alive (and halfway sane!) throughout my first (and then some) year of motherhood - my Mom :)
There's no way I could ever pay her back for the decades of fun she has brought to my life - the love, the adventure, the imagination, the patience. She is the kind of Mom I want to be - open, accepting, ready for anything. My confidante, teacher, and best friend - I love you Mama!
Happy Birthday!!!
Paul Simon always reminds me of the two of us driving around in the Brown Toyota (which i bet is still happily rolling around Duncanville somewhere) off to another adventure :)
There's no way I could ever pay her back for the decades of fun she has brought to my life - the love, the adventure, the imagination, the patience. She is the kind of Mom I want to be - open, accepting, ready for anything. My confidante, teacher, and best friend - I love you Mama!
Happy Birthday!!!
Paul Simon always reminds me of the two of us driving around in the Brown Toyota (which i bet is still happily rolling around Duncanville somewhere) off to another adventure :)
Monday, August 2, 2010
August addendum
Flying back from Virginia, my route was Norfolk --> Tampa --> Houston --> Dallas. Southwest is a great airline, but it's certainly not in a big hurry to get you anywhere :) The flight from Tampa to Houston was amazing in more ways than...well, 5. It was my first time to see the gorgeous Florida Gulf Coast (my family's home away from home when I was a kid) from the air and I've never been happier to have a window seat - that coast was a gorgeous sight to see. The contrast of turquoise water to white sand takes my breath away every time and it was even more spectacular from the air! Flying over water for a couple of hours was slightly unnerving though (possible water landing?? Wait - where is my life jacket again? Push what to release it?? Oh geez.). The scariness of the thought of a possible (albeit rare) water "evacuation" was completely put into perspective when I looked out my window and saw something unexpected and much scarier - distant ribbons of orange and brown floating in the water 25,000 ft below.
Our route that day took us directly over the Deepwater Horizon drilling site and the surrounding spill. It was unbelievable. I hadn't even considered the fact that we would fly anywhere near it - too concerned with the bad weather we were flying into - and then there we were right on top of the mess! I can't imagine how bad it must be at water level if it was that horrifying from the air...the damage is massive.
Surrounding the actual site were numerous booms and larger boats with bright orange decks which I assume were connected with the relief well drilling. I speculated about it all with the couple in front of me - we knew very little about what we were actually viewing, but were all in shock. Wonder if the pilot had any info he could have shared...then again, I suppose it's not his place to play "oil spill tour guide".
Long story short, I was so into staring out the window with my forehead literally (gross!) pressed against the window that I didn't even bother to take out my phone...or my camera...or the Flip! and document any of it.
Luckily, many YouTubers were quicker on the uptake than I and posted quite a few! This is the least annoying of the bunch (from May, but still looks about the same) -
Our route that day took us directly over the Deepwater Horizon drilling site and the surrounding spill. It was unbelievable. I hadn't even considered the fact that we would fly anywhere near it - too concerned with the bad weather we were flying into - and then there we were right on top of the mess! I can't imagine how bad it must be at water level if it was that horrifying from the air...the damage is massive.
Surrounding the actual site were numerous booms and larger boats with bright orange decks which I assume were connected with the relief well drilling. I speculated about it all with the couple in front of me - we knew very little about what we were actually viewing, but were all in shock. Wonder if the pilot had any info he could have shared...then again, I suppose it's not his place to play "oil spill tour guide".
Long story short, I was so into staring out the window with my forehead literally (gross!) pressed against the window that I didn't even bother to take out my phone...or my camera...or the Flip! and document any of it.
Luckily, many YouTubers were quicker on the uptake than I and posted quite a few! This is the least annoying of the bunch (from May, but still looks about the same) -
August!
In keeping with my new (soooo unintentionally uncool) once-a-month blogging trend, here I am! :) Did I mention that life with a (now) 13 month old is nuts?? I barely have time to shower, yet alone organize my thoughts into a post...or a grocery list...we need eggs...
Ah hello!
William (currently napping) is at such an amazingly fun age now! Yes, I realize I say that about each of his ages/stages, but it's the truth. He is the definition of cool - when he's not throwing a temper tantrum, that is. ;)
His favorite things to do lately include taking up to 10 steps at a time, being chased, having "arf arf!" conversations with puppies, drumming on everything, dancing to everything, being tickled, unloading toy boxes and the diaper bag, pushing buttons to make electronic items work, turning pages of books (very little interest in the actual story - just the turning), watching Mama Mia! and Toy Story, playing outside (heat doesn't bother him apparently), knocking over block towers, and eating (no more baby food! and we're weaning him off the bottle - slowly but surely).
He is really not very into talking - just grunting (which worries me) or walking - mainly crawling still (which also worries me), but I am constantly assured by his doctor and my Mom (my authorities on the subject) that he is totally fine. LOL! I swear - the day I gave birth to this little guy, one of the many IVs I was given introduced a "worry gene"" that I did not have before. Wonder how much they charged us for it...*scans itemized bill*
Anyway, lately W and I have been staying home more than usual - keeping ourselves out of the heat (105 today!) and keeping W's cranky/teething self away from the general public. This round of teething has been particularly tough on him, and it started while I was out of town visiting M in Virginia - inflicting the crankiness on my parents - which makes me feel awful! His fever is gone now though (whew!) and we are left with the bad moods and a diaper rash literally from hell. Extra snuggles, extra naps and extra Boudreaux = plan of attack!
In Daddy news - he is in town this week!! Hooray! M's being home with us has been a rare event this year as work has taken him out of town far more than usual. Weeks at a time. Months even. It's crazy difficult at times, but we are trudging through and hoping there is an end in sight. Cross your fingers please for a good response to one of the many jobs he has been applying to! While the job may take us to another city, they will keep M closer to home.
In Mommy news - I feel renewed lately after a 5 day stint away from home visiting my love in Virginia where he was stuck working (on his birthday weekend!). Last year, he was in Denmark for his b-day, this year Virginia...hope he'll be home for the next one, but knowing the sched, he has a better chance to be in Japan! Despite the fact that he had to work every day, we did manage to get some relaxing in and even took a little road trip to the Outer Banks (Nags Head) to hang for a day. Though I've been to the Gulf and Boston and NYC, the trip to Nags Head was my first official view of an ocean - it was lovely. And COLD! Loved it! Beaches make me happy. Other firsts from the trip included first hibachi experience, first time in VA and NC, first airport layovers/delays, first room service (really!), and the first time I've slept really deeply in over a year. Or had a delicious nap. Hilton beds are magical. So are their waffles. LOL
The trip really imprinted in my brain the importance of taking time away from your baby to be a better Mommy. Sounds very strange, but it's oh-so-true. I forgot what it was like to be alone in my own head - driving around in a cool rental car doing whatever I wanted! The time away cleared my head and allowed me to breathe - no schedule, no diapers, no tantrums, just a ton of selfish "me time". Plus hubby time! The trip also reminded me that M and I will be married for 2 years in a few months and we still haven't gone on a honeymoon. This is ludicrous! :) Yes, we got married in Vegas, but that was a very quick trip and was jam packed with things to do. We need a real vacation. A quiet one because we are old now. ;) Preferably an all-inclusive. At the end of the day, neither one of us wants to have to think or make any decisions. haha!
On that note, I'm switching my brain back into Mommy mode - a certain curly haired little munchkin is awake!
Ah hello!
William (currently napping) is at such an amazingly fun age now! Yes, I realize I say that about each of his ages/stages, but it's the truth. He is the definition of cool - when he's not throwing a temper tantrum, that is. ;)
His favorite things to do lately include taking up to 10 steps at a time, being chased, having "arf arf!" conversations with puppies, drumming on everything, dancing to everything, being tickled, unloading toy boxes and the diaper bag, pushing buttons to make electronic items work, turning pages of books (very little interest in the actual story - just the turning), watching Mama Mia! and Toy Story, playing outside (heat doesn't bother him apparently), knocking over block towers, and eating (no more baby food! and we're weaning him off the bottle - slowly but surely).
He is really not very into talking - just grunting (which worries me) or walking - mainly crawling still (which also worries me), but I am constantly assured by his doctor and my Mom (my authorities on the subject) that he is totally fine. LOL! I swear - the day I gave birth to this little guy, one of the many IVs I was given introduced a "worry gene"" that I did not have before. Wonder how much they charged us for it...*scans itemized bill*
Anyway, lately W and I have been staying home more than usual - keeping ourselves out of the heat (105 today!) and keeping W's cranky/teething self away from the general public. This round of teething has been particularly tough on him, and it started while I was out of town visiting M in Virginia - inflicting the crankiness on my parents - which makes me feel awful! His fever is gone now though (whew!) and we are left with the bad moods and a diaper rash literally from hell. Extra snuggles, extra naps and extra Boudreaux = plan of attack!
In Daddy news - he is in town this week!! Hooray! M's being home with us has been a rare event this year as work has taken him out of town far more than usual. Weeks at a time. Months even. It's crazy difficult at times, but we are trudging through and hoping there is an end in sight. Cross your fingers please for a good response to one of the many jobs he has been applying to! While the job may take us to another city, they will keep M closer to home.
In Mommy news - I feel renewed lately after a 5 day stint away from home visiting my love in Virginia where he was stuck working (on his birthday weekend!). Last year, he was in Denmark for his b-day, this year Virginia...hope he'll be home for the next one, but knowing the sched, he has a better chance to be in Japan! Despite the fact that he had to work every day, we did manage to get some relaxing in and even took a little road trip to the Outer Banks (Nags Head) to hang for a day. Though I've been to the Gulf and Boston and NYC, the trip to Nags Head was my first official view of an ocean - it was lovely. And COLD! Loved it! Beaches make me happy. Other firsts from the trip included first hibachi experience, first time in VA and NC, first airport layovers/delays, first room service (really!), and the first time I've slept really deeply in over a year. Or had a delicious nap. Hilton beds are magical. So are their waffles. LOL
The trip really imprinted in my brain the importance of taking time away from your baby to be a better Mommy. Sounds very strange, but it's oh-so-true. I forgot what it was like to be alone in my own head - driving around in a cool rental car doing whatever I wanted! The time away cleared my head and allowed me to breathe - no schedule, no diapers, no tantrums, just a ton of selfish "me time". Plus hubby time! The trip also reminded me that M and I will be married for 2 years in a few months and we still haven't gone on a honeymoon. This is ludicrous! :) Yes, we got married in Vegas, but that was a very quick trip and was jam packed with things to do. We need a real vacation. A quiet one because we are old now. ;) Preferably an all-inclusive. At the end of the day, neither one of us wants to have to think or make any decisions. haha!
On that note, I'm switching my brain back into Mommy mode - a certain curly haired little munchkin is awake!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
1 year olds are BUSY!
...and Mr. W is no exception! He is standing up on his own, has taken 2 steps (multiple times!!), and is 100% tiny caveman - growling, banging toys together, eating us out of house and home - he's amazing :) He says "mama", "dada", "nana", and "this". Everything is "this" lately! haha He loves playing catch, dancing, drumming, swimming, and reading (really just loves turning the pages, I think).There is never a dull moment around here, that's for sure!
M was able to come home from his never-ending Virginia robot installation for the 4th of July weekend, so we hit the road to Mena,AR to visit M's Mom at her super awesome home in the Ouachita Mountains - it was a great trip! We played outside, drove to the peak of Rich Mountain to ride the miniature train, shot off fireworks, and spent a lot of time relaxing...it was wonderful :)
M was able to come home from his never-ending Virginia robot installation for the 4th of July weekend, so we hit the road to Mena,AR to visit M's Mom at her super awesome home in the Ouachita Mountains - it was a great trip! We played outside, drove to the peak of Rich Mountain to ride the miniature train, shot off fireworks, and spent a lot of time relaxing...it was wonderful :)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
All boy!
W is, among his many new talents, a fabulous player of catch. He thinks it's a hilarious concept, but also the most serious activity in the world. His little brow gets wrinkled and his eyes stay on that ball the whole time! Countless hours have been spent throwing things lately - just to see where they go. Sippy cups from highchair/stroller, every toy from the toybox - out and then in again, balls, blocks, snugglies from his crib, Cheerios are everywhere. He cracks me up. Love.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
11 months :)
It's almost your 1st birthday, William dear! I can't believe it's right around the corner :) This time last year, I was feeling fabulous - huge, but not uncomfortable (yet haha) lounging about the house, nesting like crazy (because receiving blankets and washcloths can never be TOO clean!), eating everything in sight, staring into your crib trying to imagine what you would look like in it, reading dozens of parenting books, and trying to be the perfect Mom before you had even touched down :) Who knew you would arrive with the demeanor of a reincarnated 80-year-old man -- distinguished, all knowing, and lovely, but totally confused about what had just happened.
You seem to be adjusting well to starting over in this world, little man :) You now cruise all over the living room from couch to table to wall to TV and on - I can't wait to finally see you let go of your anchors and run free someday soon! You are also eating, well, everything - you reject nothing and are using your 3 and 1/2 teeth to finally chow down on table food. A whole new world! You are a super smart, super loving, and super adventurous and endlessly fascinating!
To mark the day, I've been organizing your very first birthday party - only 5 weeks away! I love a party to plan and yours is proving to be my all time favorite.
Your actual birthday falls on a Friday and I am SO looking forward to celebrating at Misty and Gavin's house with all your baby friends!!! June was a good month for our babies and we will celebrate all your Junebug friends that day - talk about a party!
The next day is family party day! Your fabulous Great Uncle has offered us his house to use for the party (so grateful - our apartment would NOT work!). Decorations have been purchased. Invites will be mailed this week. Cake will be ordered tomorrow. Food has been planned. The fam is abuzz with excitement over celebrating the very first year of your already awesome life - they love you so much!
And so
do
I.
More than you could ever know!
You seem to be adjusting well to starting over in this world, little man :) You now cruise all over the living room from couch to table to wall to TV and on - I can't wait to finally see you let go of your anchors and run free someday soon! You are also eating, well, everything - you reject nothing and are using your 3 and 1/2 teeth to finally chow down on table food. A whole new world! You are a super smart, super loving, and super adventurous and endlessly fascinating!
To mark the day, I've been organizing your very first birthday party - only 5 weeks away! I love a party to plan and yours is proving to be my all time favorite.
Your actual birthday falls on a Friday and I am SO looking forward to celebrating at Misty and Gavin's house with all your baby friends!!! June was a good month for our babies and we will celebrate all your Junebug friends that day - talk about a party!
The next day is family party day! Your fabulous Great Uncle has offered us his house to use for the party (so grateful - our apartment would NOT work!). Decorations have been purchased. Invites will be mailed this week. Cake will be ordered tomorrow. Food has been planned. The fam is abuzz with excitement over celebrating the very first year of your already awesome life - they love you so much!
And so
do
I.
More than you could ever know!
Friday, May 21, 2010
William meets his shadow
Took this video a month and a half ago and totally forgot about it until I was going through the Flip today!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
What once was Danny's is now ours ;)
People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.
Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
Everything will bring a chain of love.
In the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
Tell me everything is gonna be alright.
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.
Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
Everything will bring a chain of love.
In the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
Tell me everything is gonna be alright
Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, come on and drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, better take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.
Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
Everything will bring a chain of love.
In the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
Tell me everything is gonna be alright
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
independence a la William
I do believe that we have a perfectly stubborn, wonderfully independent little man growing up under our roof :) William fears no depth - whether over the edge of a couch or down a step or 2 into the playground. He navigates flawlessly over/around/through any obstacle and is slowed down by nothing save that old pre-nap exhaustion.
An example - At the park a couple of weeks ago, W abandoned our normal post on the blanket with Stephanie and Connor and took off across the park on his own! He crawled away from us towards the trees, paused, sat, pondered, then continued on his way to the playground where he crawled down two concrete steps into the mulch. After a short path to the slide, he had had enough and turned around to head back to the blanket. I was in total shock! This adventurous outdoor extravaganza from the same lil guy who freaked out at 6 months when I sat him in the grass for the first time. The rate at which babies change is astounding.
An example - At the park a couple of weeks ago, W abandoned our normal post on the blanket with Stephanie and Connor and took off across the park on his own! He crawled away from us towards the trees, paused, sat, pondered, then continued on his way to the playground where he crawled down two concrete steps into the mulch. After a short path to the slide, he had had enough and turned around to head back to the blanket. I was in total shock! This adventurous outdoor extravaganza from the same lil guy who freaked out at 6 months when I sat him in the grass for the first time. The rate at which babies change is astounding.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Daddy dear
So, as if I'm not obvious enough about the love I have for the first man in my life :) I was reminded of it tenfold today. My Dad spent the morning having a (long overdue and much needed) double knee replacement. Yes that's right - 2. at. once. *faint* Mom spent the morning alternating between sitting in a crowded waiting room and walking the halls of Presby. I spent the morning requesting extra hugs from W and wishing M was home to get my mind off the fact that somebody was cutting into my Daddy. It's a very helpless feeling that I wouldn't wish on anyone!
After 3 hours of surgery and 5+ hours in recovery, Dad was moved to ICU as an 'in between' place/observation area before moving to a regular room (hopefully tomorrow!). We finally got to see him today at 4ish and he looked amazingly well! The pictures I had in my head were way scarier, but it's still very unnerving to see a parent in a hospital bed. The doctor and nurses assure us he is doing great, but I'm still a little edgy...bleh. I will likely call a million times to check on him tonight!
Any prayers/positive vibes/happy thoughts sent his way would be greatly appreciated by all of us :) We miss our play dates and normal routine, but the fam is on deck and on call for the next couple of weeks. Looking forward to Daddy coming home!
After 3 hours of surgery and 5+ hours in recovery, Dad was moved to ICU as an 'in between' place/observation area before moving to a regular room (hopefully tomorrow!). We finally got to see him today at 4ish and he looked amazingly well! The pictures I had in my head were way scarier, but it's still very unnerving to see a parent in a hospital bed. The doctor and nurses assure us he is doing great, but I'm still a little edgy...bleh. I will likely call a million times to check on him tonight!
Any prayers/positive vibes/happy thoughts sent his way would be greatly appreciated by all of us :) We miss our play dates and normal routine, but the fam is on deck and on call for the next couple of weeks. Looking forward to Daddy coming home!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Hello insomnia, my old friend...
get your sleep depriving, panic attack inducing, sweet dream ruining self OUT of my life! Months and months of hopes, prayers, meds, cognitive behavior exercises, and out and out begging/pleading and you will not leave me be. What gives??? W will be up in a few hours and I will be a zombie. Again.
M has been out of town for a week now - away in Florida on a job with (get this) no return flight scheduled. Tonight, he found out it will be at least another week in FL to finish everything there and then it's off to Virginia for a 2+ week robot install. He may or may not be able to come home in between trips. I may or may not check myself into the loony bin. May or may not pull my hair out. May or may not deplete the planet's Xanax supply in an attempt to wind down for ten minutes. I feel like an exposed nerve ending just hanging out in a hailstorm.
There aren't words to describe how grateful I am to this amazing man who works so ridiculously hard at what he does to take care of our little family. He may never fully understand my appreciation, but it is always there - sent out to wherever he may be via little cosmic love waves through the void. I hope my aim is accurate. I hope he knows how deeply we love him and miss him.
I shouldn't (and I try not to curse the darkness), but I get so jealous of the families who have Daddies that come home at the same time every evening...who have dinner together...who have established night and weekend family routines. We may never have that, but lately it's all I can think about. Apparently, the robotics field is not a family-friendly one. At all. I constantly fight the urge to call up old boss man at 6pm, interrupt his family time, and rip him a new one - somehow make him realize that the men who build/program/install/repair his robots, work 16 hour days, travel for weeks on end at his request/sacrifice time with their loved ones to get the job done are NOT robots themselves!
I miss my husband. I'm desperate for that feeling of "family".I'm tired of days and nights and events and meals and milestones without him. I feel defeated tonight. Today. 3am.
M has been out of town for a week now - away in Florida on a job with (get this) no return flight scheduled. Tonight, he found out it will be at least another week in FL to finish everything there and then it's off to Virginia for a 2+ week robot install. He may or may not be able to come home in between trips. I may or may not check myself into the loony bin. May or may not pull my hair out. May or may not deplete the planet's Xanax supply in an attempt to wind down for ten minutes. I feel like an exposed nerve ending just hanging out in a hailstorm.
There aren't words to describe how grateful I am to this amazing man who works so ridiculously hard at what he does to take care of our little family. He may never fully understand my appreciation, but it is always there - sent out to wherever he may be via little cosmic love waves through the void. I hope my aim is accurate. I hope he knows how deeply we love him and miss him.
I shouldn't (and I try not to curse the darkness), but I get so jealous of the families who have Daddies that come home at the same time every evening...who have dinner together...who have established night and weekend family routines. We may never have that, but lately it's all I can think about. Apparently, the robotics field is not a family-friendly one. At all. I constantly fight the urge to call up old boss man at 6pm, interrupt his family time, and rip him a new one - somehow make him realize that the men who build/program/install/repair his robots, work 16 hour days, travel for weeks on end at his request/sacrifice time with their loved ones to get the job done are NOT robots themselves!
I miss my husband. I'm desperate for that feeling of "family".I'm tired of days and nights and events and meals and milestones without him. I feel defeated tonight. Today. 3am.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Back in black!
My shiny new laptop charger arrived today! I did a happy dance right there at the mailbox. W screamed. I'm an awesome dancer.
In recent news/updates, M and I are the proud parents of an almost 10 month old lil man who:
*pulls up on everything - from tables to toys to my legs
*stands up in his crib - this totally creeps me out to see him standing there when I go in to get him...wayyyy too kid-like
*dances - like a happy little maniac (to the tune of "La Cucaracha", no less)
*hugs - this absolutely melts me
*pushes things away when he isn't happy - this gets super tricky during diaper changes haha
*eats like a horse - purees, cannned/steamed veggies, little bits of meat, yogurt, crackers, cereal, oatmeal
*crawled across Haggard Park from the trees to the playground before stopping and turning back around
*speaks his own language - he has sooo much to say!
*amazes me - this will never end
In recent news/updates, M and I are the proud parents of an almost 10 month old lil man who:
*pulls up on everything - from tables to toys to my legs
*stands up in his crib - this totally creeps me out to see him standing there when I go in to get him...wayyyy too kid-like
*dances - like a happy little maniac (to the tune of "La Cucaracha", no less)
*hugs - this absolutely melts me
*pushes things away when he isn't happy - this gets super tricky during diaper changes haha
*eats like a horse - purees, cannned/steamed veggies, little bits of meat, yogurt, crackers, cereal, oatmeal
*crawled across Haggard Park from the trees to the playground before stopping and turning back around
*speaks his own language - he has sooo much to say!
*amazes me - this will never end
Sunday, April 11, 2010
boooo breaky poo
Taking a bit of a break from the blog (sad face) until my new computer charger arrives (happy face) sometime this week. Currently using hubby's work laptop (rare opportunity - I break any important electronics with my amazing magnetic energy).
I miss stalking and being stalked by all of you. Love from the Loggins!
I miss stalking and being stalked by all of you. Love from the Loggins!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
9 month appointment
Well, it's been quite a day! We hit the ground running as soon as W woke up from his morning nap - errands, play date, and the big event - his 9 month checkup!! William is doing splendidly! He now weighs 20 lbs 7 ozs, is 28.3 inches long, and has a 17.9 inch head circumference! I love our pediatrician - he is so helpful and great with William! He encouraged me to gradually reduce W's formula intake over the next 3 months and continue to introduce him to more and more solid foods. By the time he's a year old, he will only need 16ish ounces of formula a day! He has close to 30 ounces now! haha I can't imagine life without bottles, but it looks like the time is fast approaching :)
William babbled to his pediatrician the entire time - it was so cute. He has been saying "bah bo" over and over all week and it's starting to sound like he's in the mob "eyyy Bob-oh". There's a lot going on in that big old noggin of his - I can't wait to hear it all :)
I will miss this - he still fits perfectly in my lap...
William babbled to his pediatrician the entire time - it was so cute. He has been saying "bah bo" over and over all week and it's starting to sound like he's in the mob "eyyy Bob-oh". There's a lot going on in that big old noggin of his - I can't wait to hear it all :)
I will miss this - he still fits perfectly in my lap...
Sunday, March 28, 2010
He stands!!!
The title of this post says it all! After weeks of attempts and falls (and one successful pull up that only M saw *tear*), I watched my tiny baby boy pull himself up to standing tonight!! I didn't get a pic because...well...I may or may not have been tearing up and loudly recalling the days when he could barely roll over.
M didn't get a pic either.
He was too busy laughing at me.
What can I say? W just plain amazes me.
Every
single
day.
M didn't get a pic either.
He was too busy laughing at me.
What can I say? W just plain amazes me.
Every
single
day.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Quiet man?
I think I may have an introvert on my hands (Daddy's clone in all ways!). When W and I are out and about in the world, W is quiet and stoic and wide eyed - taking it all in and processing it. You can see his little wheels turning. As soon as we're in the car heading home, he is out cold dreaming who knows what about everything he's seen.
At home, however, he is a different child all together - wild and loud and all over the place! This video was taken when my Mom was over - W thinks her shoes are HILARIOUS! I think his laugh is divine.
At home, however, he is a different child all together - wild and loud and all over the place! This video was taken when my Mom was over - W thinks her shoes are HILARIOUS! I think his laugh is divine.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sweet little 9 month old
9 months ago this very evening, M and I (and a host of family and friends) welcomed one baby W into the world. 9 months ago this evening, my entire world changed. I suddenly went from a flighty and frivolous newlywed girl to a woman (okay, okay - still totally just a girl) completely filled with purpose and overflowing with love for a person who had just entered the room. Astounding.I will never forget the first time I saw that face.
My main objective since June 25th has been to make this tiny creature feel as happy and loved and joyful as is humanly possible. I like to think I have succeeded thus far :) W spent his 9 month birthday playing at home with Mommy and:
*trying apple/cinnamon puffs (big hit!)
*trying diced carrots and peas (not such a big hit - he looks at me like I'm insane if I try to feed him anything other than Gerber purees)
*traveling around the living room up on his tippy toes and hands with his butt up in the air like a monkey
*playing piano
*telling me stories about Daddy (da da da da dada dada ooooooh)
*playing outside enjoying the gorgeous weather
It's been a great day!
P.S. - You know you're a baby Mom when you max out the photo storage of your cell phone. That's right - 1500 pictures...90% of which are of W.
Happy 9 month birthday little man!
My main objective since June 25th has been to make this tiny creature feel as happy and loved and joyful as is humanly possible. I like to think I have succeeded thus far :) W spent his 9 month birthday playing at home with Mommy and:
*trying apple/cinnamon puffs (big hit!)
*trying diced carrots and peas (not such a big hit - he looks at me like I'm insane if I try to feed him anything other than Gerber purees)
*traveling around the living room up on his tippy toes and hands with his butt up in the air like a monkey
*playing piano
*telling me stories about Daddy (da da da da dada dada ooooooh)
*playing outside enjoying the gorgeous weather
It's been a great day!
P.S. - You know you're a baby Mom when you max out the photo storage of your cell phone. That's right - 1500 pictures...90% of which are of W.
Happy 9 month birthday little man!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Lost...
...in the most fabulous book I have read in months (possibly years) - Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Yes, I realize I am a few years behind on my book list (and I'm also aware that the sequel to my current read was released in December! oh no!), but geez, cut a new Mom a little slack ;)
I used to read all day and all night - any chance I got. Anything I could get my hands on. Novels. Essays. Lit Crit. Newspapers. Memoirs. Vanity Fair political pieces all the way down to celeb bios. I would drift off almost every night with someone else's story in my head....ahhhh peace.
My how the tables have turned. I always imagined that staying home with a baby would be so calm and idyllic. Cuddling in the soft glow of the home fire. Baby boy entertaining himself while I whip up an amazing dinner for hubby. Quiet. Naps? ... So so wrong :) W can hardly sit still through a reading of Goodnight Moon! haha Why doesn't anyone ever warn you that babies require CONSTANT attention? haha I swear those darn 'What to Expect' books need to add a chapter or 2 about the day-to day! Did I mention I had zero baby experience prior to having W? Maybe I'm the only one being whacked with these blindsides :)
Needless to say, reading time around here is at a premium. Until I collapse into bed at night, I seldom have a thought that does not involve W or M or a to-do list a mile long. Even upon collapse, my head refuses to cycle down! This was all true until Sunday evening when along came 334 pages of delicious from my very own sweet Mom (and fellow armchair traveler).
I'm reading at night again and it is amusing me to no end (thank you Mommy!). There are many other things (laundry, dishes, dusting) I could/should be doing, but I'm not! *twinge of guilt* I am on my way back to my down comforter and Italy...contented sigh...
Take time for your own mental vacation today. If you want to, you are more than welcome to join me in Naples - the "word pizza" here is ridiculous.
I used to read all day and all night - any chance I got. Anything I could get my hands on. Novels. Essays. Lit Crit. Newspapers. Memoirs. Vanity Fair political pieces all the way down to celeb bios. I would drift off almost every night with someone else's story in my head....ahhhh peace.
My how the tables have turned. I always imagined that staying home with a baby would be so calm and idyllic. Cuddling in the soft glow of the home fire. Baby boy entertaining himself while I whip up an amazing dinner for hubby. Quiet. Naps? ... So so wrong :) W can hardly sit still through a reading of Goodnight Moon! haha Why doesn't anyone ever warn you that babies require CONSTANT attention? haha I swear those darn 'What to Expect' books need to add a chapter or 2 about the day-to day! Did I mention I had zero baby experience prior to having W? Maybe I'm the only one being whacked with these blindsides :)
Needless to say, reading time around here is at a premium. Until I collapse into bed at night, I seldom have a thought that does not involve W or M or a to-do list a mile long. Even upon collapse, my head refuses to cycle down! This was all true until Sunday evening when along came 334 pages of delicious from my very own sweet Mom (and fellow armchair traveler).
I'm reading at night again and it is amusing me to no end (thank you Mommy!). There are many other things (laundry, dishes, dusting) I could/should be doing, but I'm not! *twinge of guilt* I am on my way back to my down comforter and Italy...contented sigh...
Take time for your own mental vacation today. If you want to, you are more than welcome to join me in Naples - the "word pizza" here is ridiculous.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I'm dreaming of a white...Easter? Just like the ones I've never known.
Notice that the poster this festive foursome is drooling over advertises snowy Vermont. That is because "snowy Texas" made absolutely no sense in 1954 when this gem of a movie was released. Tonight marks not only the first day of Spring here in TX, but also marks the 4th (5th?) time we've seen it this year! Absurdity! I think it's wonderful fun :)
Friday, March 19, 2010
Grandpa!
My son and my Dad together = perfection in my book.
They each think the other hung the moon.
My Dad was the first person W ever kissed....be still my heart!
Decades ago, when my Dad and his manly friends all began their respective adventures in parenting, they had a collective vision of "Dads and sons"...in the woods and in boats...building fires and hunting and doing manly things...
So, naturally, they ALL had daughters - a giant flock of us! Life's funny, isn't it? Once recovered from the initial shock that they had daughters (and after leaving our Moms to handle the baby/toddler years), the Dads eventually said 'to hell with it' and threw us all in canoes and tents and pickups and dragged us all over Texas venturing out on river trips/primitive camping expeditions/ranching/fishing/gun shooting. We had quite a time. These weekends and school breaks out on the road with the Dads gave us the much needed ability to relate to our Dads and really get to know Texas. I'm still my happiest on the river.
So even though we girls were a relatively tough bunch, when it came down to it we still weren't sons ;) We could pack a dry bag, but you could bet there was nail polish in there. We could set up a camp, but we usually picked a few wildflowers to snazz it up. We have amassed gargantuan collections of sparkly river rocks. There was much eye rolling from the Dads over the years. Lately though, things have been evening out for our Dads. A brand new generation. Grandsons. Quite possibly even better than sons!
The first thing my Dad said to W (about an hour after he was born) was "We are going to go fishing." His eyes may as well have been made out of glitter. I will never forget it. They crack me up together - so moony are they. My Dad is even having a (much needed/long overdue) double knee replacement (prayers!!!) on April 26th and he has made his motivations for finally doing it no secret. He wants to be able to be as active for William's childhood as he was for mine. Unbelievable.
This time of year always reminds me of our childhood adventures with the Dads. I get ancy to hit the river as soon as the weather starts to warm up. Luckily, the first trip of the year is less than a month away - River Cleanup 2010! Cleanup is an entire day dedicated to removing any trash, scraps, old tires, etc that have made their way into the Brazos. This debris greatly affects the ecosystems of the area but - thanks in huge part to this annual event - the river is healthy and beautiful and is ready to host the next generation :)
More than a few of our adventures took place on the Brazos. It's a muddy green river. It's rocky in places. It's not in the Hill Country and it's not a tourist attraction like the Guadalupe. The Brazos is a slow old river that snakes it's way through the area just southwest of DFW. Because it's not a popular as other Texas rivers, it doesn't always get the conservation attention it deserves. Luckily, an awesome organization called "Friends of the Brazos" was founded a few years ago (by one of the aforementioned Dads, no less!) to keep the land and waters of the Brazos clean and cared for. They began the tradition of this annual Cleanup and the event has gotten bigger every year!
This year's Cleanup will be on April 10 at Tres Rios camp near Glen Rose at 9am. Free canoes are provided by a local outfitter to anyone who wants to help and the event is capped off by a free catered barbeque lunch in the afternoon. If you would like to tag along, please let me know - it's a total blast! I'll be there with my Dad :)
More info can be found at http://www.friendsofthebrazos.org/cleanup.html
They each think the other hung the moon.
My Dad was the first person W ever kissed....be still my heart!
Decades ago, when my Dad and his manly friends all began their respective adventures in parenting, they had a collective vision of "Dads and sons"...in the woods and in boats...building fires and hunting and doing manly things...
So, naturally, they ALL had daughters - a giant flock of us! Life's funny, isn't it? Once recovered from the initial shock that they had daughters (and after leaving our Moms to handle the baby/toddler years), the Dads eventually said 'to hell with it' and threw us all in canoes and tents and pickups and dragged us all over Texas venturing out on river trips/primitive camping expeditions/ranching/fishing/gun shooting. We had quite a time. These weekends and school breaks out on the road with the Dads gave us the much needed ability to relate to our Dads and really get to know Texas. I'm still my happiest on the river.
So even though we girls were a relatively tough bunch, when it came down to it we still weren't sons ;) We could pack a dry bag, but you could bet there was nail polish in there. We could set up a camp, but we usually picked a few wildflowers to snazz it up. We have amassed gargantuan collections of sparkly river rocks. There was much eye rolling from the Dads over the years. Lately though, things have been evening out for our Dads. A brand new generation. Grandsons. Quite possibly even better than sons!
The first thing my Dad said to W (about an hour after he was born) was "We are going to go fishing." His eyes may as well have been made out of glitter. I will never forget it. They crack me up together - so moony are they. My Dad is even having a (much needed/long overdue) double knee replacement (prayers!!!) on April 26th and he has made his motivations for finally doing it no secret. He wants to be able to be as active for William's childhood as he was for mine. Unbelievable.
This time of year always reminds me of our childhood adventures with the Dads. I get ancy to hit the river as soon as the weather starts to warm up. Luckily, the first trip of the year is less than a month away - River Cleanup 2010! Cleanup is an entire day dedicated to removing any trash, scraps, old tires, etc that have made their way into the Brazos. This debris greatly affects the ecosystems of the area but - thanks in huge part to this annual event - the river is healthy and beautiful and is ready to host the next generation :)
More than a few of our adventures took place on the Brazos. It's a muddy green river. It's rocky in places. It's not in the Hill Country and it's not a tourist attraction like the Guadalupe. The Brazos is a slow old river that snakes it's way through the area just southwest of DFW. Because it's not a popular as other Texas rivers, it doesn't always get the conservation attention it deserves. Luckily, an awesome organization called "Friends of the Brazos" was founded a few years ago (by one of the aforementioned Dads, no less!) to keep the land and waters of the Brazos clean and cared for. They began the tradition of this annual Cleanup and the event has gotten bigger every year!
This year's Cleanup will be on April 10 at Tres Rios camp near Glen Rose at 9am. Free canoes are provided by a local outfitter to anyone who wants to help and the event is capped off by a free catered barbeque lunch in the afternoon. If you would like to tag along, please let me know - it's a total blast! I'll be there with my Dad :)
More info can be found at http://www.friendsofthebrazos.org/cleanup.html
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Champagne wishes and Benadryl dreams...
Occasionally, when my “holy crap I miss working“ (read - “holy crap I miss adult conversation and paychecks with my name on them”) rash flares up, I browse the lonely interweb in search of that one glorious, perfect PR job that could lure me away from my current glorious, perfect gig as a full-time stay-at-home Mom. Said tempting job would offer ridiculously flexible hours, on-site free child care, copious amounts of paid vacation time, a generous profit sharing package, full medical benefits for anyone I feel like signing up, and a salary as large as Shrek. Yes I just referenced a cartoon(ish) ogre - I’m mature like that. Ooh - I would also like a pony. A color changing one. And the freedom to wear whatever I feel like to our indoor/outdoor workspace.
The job doesn’t exist. But a girl can dream…
But back here in reality, I had a doctor’s appointment today and (booooo) I have strep throat but (yaaaay!) I’ve lost 10 lbs in 6 weeks. Fab. U. Lous. A drop in the bucket of baby weight loss, but I’ll take what I can get ;)
P.S. - Benadryl yields the creepiest dreams. Last night I was an Amish mother of 2 who took my kids into the woods to play dress up in glittery pink and purple clothes. We kept these Abba-esque get-ups in a cedar chest buried in a pile of leaves. There was dancing. And tiaras. And judgmental elders who found us out. I think I may need a break...
The job doesn’t exist. But a girl can dream…
But back here in reality, I had a doctor’s appointment today and (booooo) I have strep throat but (yaaaay!) I’ve lost 10 lbs in 6 weeks. Fab. U. Lous. A drop in the bucket of baby weight loss, but I’ll take what I can get ;)
P.S. - Benadryl yields the creepiest dreams. Last night I was an Amish mother of 2 who took my kids into the woods to play dress up in glittery pink and purple clothes. We kept these Abba-esque get-ups in a cedar chest buried in a pile of leaves. There was dancing. And tiaras. And judgmental elders who found us out. I think I may need a break...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
William through the months...
A photographic journey through William's life so far - he is growing so quickly!
"little" ol' me at 38 weeks - measuring 43 weeks!! I was huge and my body will never ever be the same! haha
I was induced June 25. After 9 hours of labor and no progress past 4cm, I was wheeled back for a c-section that scared me to death but went splendidly! Here is our first family photo!
July '09 - milk drunk.
August '09 - Smiley guy.
September '09 - lil bruiser ;)
October '09 - Superbaby at Halloween!
November '09 - favorite spot in the Jumperoo :)
December '09 - Santa baby!
January '10 - Baby's first road trip to Arkansas!
February '10 - W coming into his own :)
March '10 - W is 8 months old! So handsome!
Recent milestones include:
"little" ol' me at 38 weeks - measuring 43 weeks!! I was huge and my body will never ever be the same! haha
I was induced June 25. After 9 hours of labor and no progress past 4cm, I was wheeled back for a c-section that scared me to death but went splendidly! Here is our first family photo!
July '09 - milk drunk.
August '09 - Smiley guy.
September '09 - lil bruiser ;)
October '09 - Superbaby at Halloween!
November '09 - favorite spot in the Jumperoo :)
December '09 - Santa baby!
January '10 - Baby's first road trip to Arkansas!
February '10 - W coming into his own :)
March '10 - W is 8 months old! So handsome!Recent milestones include:
- 2 teeth!
- eating tiny bits of table food, cereal puffs, and biter biscuits
- crawling like champ
- pulling up to knees on his activity table and our TV table
- pulling up to standing 3 times now - getting closer :)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
First things first :)
It's 10pm and both my boys are sick and asleep. The house is totally silent except for the tic...tic..tic...of William's swing in the nursery (head cold central) and my hubby's snoring from our bedroom (stomach flu headquarters). I am on the couch in the living room, wide-eyed, nervous, clutching an industrial size can of Lysol in one hand while I type with the other. The germs are absolutely everywhere. I can feel them. I would open the windows to let them all out if that very action wouldn't let a ton of spring pollen come flooding in. There's no escape. I'm bound to get sick. And when Mom gets sick, there's no boss to call in to. No time to lounge in bed for days. No relief in sight. And it's only Tuesday.
Much like life, this little blog will not be perfect. It will not be constantly (unnaturally) blissful. It’s here for my eyes and the eyes of those who want to take a peek into my day-to-day (brave souls). I will likely rant, rave, and tell you more than you want to know, but I will also share my joy, my glorious little moments with my sweet son and family that I may forget if I don’t document them, and I will count my blessings. Happy to have you with me.
Now to introduce the major Loggins players:
My wonderful husband Marty will be referred to as “M” or “hubby”. I met him almost 4 years ago at a house party at 3am and we (well, of course!) hit it off right away ;) I was wearing red high heels and red lipstick and I loved his red pomp and tattoos ;) I still do. We are extremely nontraditional , but have ended up trying to fit in - but not tooooo far in - to a very traditional town. We drink too much when we go out and we sometimes fight like the Irish (he) and the Greek/Irish (me) that we are. We like rock and dive bars and playing pool all night long. We don’t see eye to eye on every single thing, but we have a common picture of the future. Our future. He proposed to me in December ‘08. We got married 3 weeks later in Vegas the weekend before Christmas and never looked back. I love him.
Our amazing, perfect, Marty clone of a sweet baby boy (8 1/2 month old William) will be “W” from now on. He makes my day. Everyday. Heck, he makes my life! That tiny little man tests my patience and wears me out and lights my world up and makes me smile like a fool. This love is the stuff of dreams. He was a surprise and a half, but he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. (P.S. - that’s such a cliché because it can be so. damn. true. I hope you’re lucky enough for this to be a cliché in your life.) He was born right on time (hottest part of June), fully cooked, beautiful, and healthy (other than inheriting my non functioning thyroid - sorry buddy). When I’m with him and M is somewhere else, it feels like M is still in the room - they are clones. They have the same skin and eyes and face. I was just the oven. So glad to have cooked this tiny perfect man. We are going to have a blast.
Much like life, this little blog will not be perfect. It will not be constantly (unnaturally) blissful. It’s here for my eyes and the eyes of those who want to take a peek into my day-to-day (brave souls). I will likely rant, rave, and tell you more than you want to know, but I will also share my joy, my glorious little moments with my sweet son and family that I may forget if I don’t document them, and I will count my blessings. Happy to have you with me.
Now to introduce the major Loggins players:
My wonderful husband Marty will be referred to as “M” or “hubby”. I met him almost 4 years ago at a house party at 3am and we (well, of course!) hit it off right away ;) I was wearing red high heels and red lipstick and I loved his red pomp and tattoos ;) I still do. We are extremely nontraditional , but have ended up trying to fit in - but not tooooo far in - to a very traditional town. We drink too much when we go out and we sometimes fight like the Irish (he) and the Greek/Irish (me) that we are. We like rock and dive bars and playing pool all night long. We don’t see eye to eye on every single thing, but we have a common picture of the future. Our future. He proposed to me in December ‘08. We got married 3 weeks later in Vegas the weekend before Christmas and never looked back. I love him.
Our amazing, perfect, Marty clone of a sweet baby boy (8 1/2 month old William) will be “W” from now on. He makes my day. Everyday. Heck, he makes my life! That tiny little man tests my patience and wears me out and lights my world up and makes me smile like a fool. This love is the stuff of dreams. He was a surprise and a half, but he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. (P.S. - that’s such a cliché because it can be so. damn. true. I hope you’re lucky enough for this to be a cliché in your life.) He was born right on time (hottest part of June), fully cooked, beautiful, and healthy (other than inheriting my non functioning thyroid - sorry buddy). When I’m with him and M is somewhere else, it feels like M is still in the room - they are clones. They have the same skin and eyes and face. I was just the oven. So glad to have cooked this tiny perfect man. We are going to have a blast.
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