Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Well, my smooth moves really come out around her. It's a good thing she has a great sense of humor and doesn't mind!
I stopped my her desk, and I asked her "Do you want to have a piece of boobie?"
Then lots of laughter.
What I MEANT to say was, do you want to have a pizza, beer, and movie night?
You can hear the similarities. Right?
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I was completely unprepared.
|That cake looks better on the plate than it did in the pan. I couldn't even get it onto my cake stand.|
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
At the time, I had no idea it would be one of the best things that ever happened in our family.
God has a way of giving us blessings in disguise, and after we survived through the rough patch, we came out on the other side, stronger, healthier, and in a much better situation than before.
Do I wish it had happened differently? Hell yes. I wish those boys had much more calm past, but would I change it? No. We haven't let if define us, and I have faith we have overcome it, and will continue to overcome new obstacles, together, as a family.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
It was quite the experience, as it usually is when trying to schedule and appointment with the Cleveland Clinic.
I'm used to them asking many questions when you're making an appointment, but when I was calling with a pregnancy this, this question caught me by surprise.
It went something to the effect of "is this appointment a result of a work-related injury or accident?"
In my head, my response was: "um, yes, I tripped over a stapler and now I'm knocked-up."
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, I got the courage to call her. I've never done this sort of thing before. They've always played with friends at day care, but never wanted to bring anyone over before. So I bit the bullet and called. Fortunately she was just as anxious about it as I was, she'd never been in the situation before either with her son. I'm feeling better already!
She said he son has been asking the same questions, and when she picks her son up from the day care, my boys have been asking her to come over and play and such. She said they had told her all about their pumpkins growing in the yard and their swing set and toys. They are so excited about this!
So we set a play date for next weekend.
After I wrap up the phone call, I go to tell the boys they have a play date next weekend with their friend. Caden starts telling me all the things he's told his friend and his mom, except that when he describes our house to his friends, it goes more like "our house is the one with the weeds laying in the front yard!"
I thought parents were supposed to embarrass their children, not the other way around!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Reason #1: Why is daddy fishing for fish? Daddy should be fishing for alligators. No, my boys do not watch swamp people.
Reason #2: They don't get to go along.
So since they aren't joining him. They've created their own version of fishing at home. As seen below it involved a stick and a jump rope.
|Caden caught a Caleb!|
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Before we left, we made sure to get our special ice cream treat and support the dairy industry!
Caden had a milkshake; Caleb had a dish of ice cream.
Caleb shared his dish of ice cream with me; mainly because he needed help with the plastic spoon and hard dip ice cream and I took a few bites as payment for assisting.
As I' tucked Caden into bed tonight, he says "Mommy, I was almost going to share my milkshake with you. *pause* But then I kept it in the backseat with me."
Oh wow, that was almost so thoughtful of you. But it makes me smile anyway.
We sure are an ice cream loving family.
I was raised in the dairy industry, and I've never felt guilty for eating ice cream and supporting the dairy farmers! If I'm eating it for a good cause, that at least cuts the calories in half, right?
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
On January 16, 2010, I peed on a stick for the first time in my life. A positive result for us! Exactly 1.5 years later, July 16, 2011, I did it again. Another positive result!
Unfortunately, this pregnancy ended with the same fate as our first.
This past Sunday, I noticed that something wasn't right. After spending the afternoon in the emergency room and a follow up appointment on Monday, the confirmed, what I already knew. That we were having a miscarriage.
The second time around isn't any easier. I knew a little bit more about what to expect from my body, but it still isn't any easier. I haven't gone back to work yet, and the thought of it isn't coming easy.
I started blogging, because of my first experience, and I'm back here again, blogging about it again. Looking back at that first post of mine. I can certainly say the answer to that question is yes.
We didn't tell anyone this time around. And if you know me in real life and are reading this, I'd prefer you keep it that way please. If that's our desire, why write this post? Because there is a part of me that needs put it out there, to process, to remember and move on.
I don't want to talk about it. I just want to be sad for awhile.
Caden: Oh good, I need clean underwear because I peed them a little.
Me: Why did you do that?
Caden: Because we get clean underwear tonight, so I just peed them a little.
Me: That does not make it alright to pee your pants.
Caden walks away to get ready for showers. I shake my head in frustration of my 5 year old peeing in his pants. Husband laughs. Husband justifies his laughing by stating that in his mind clean underwear is a logical reason to pee your pants.
I can't decide which I'm more frustrated with, peeing in his pants, or peeing in the trash can next to the toilet in the bathroom.
On second thought, I'd rather he pee his pants. I hate cleaning out the trash after he's peed in it.
He's such a rebel.