I worry I will forget some of the funny/sweet things my kids say/do. Everyone tells me to write it all down, which I can't seem to do. Hence, this blog. I type much faster than I write and it is easily accessible as I am off/on the computer all day long.
Every stage they are in becomes "my favorite". It is hard to remember the previous stage because I am trying to live in the moment. We document their lives with clips of video and lots of pictures, but sometimes, you just can't document the sweet things they do for posterity's sake.
Ka loves the word "because", which sounds like buh-cuz. Sometimes when I greet her in her bed with a "good morning!", she starts her return greeting mid-sentence. "Because I was sleeping, Mama." Or the other day she said "Because owl doesn't want a lollipop in his eye". (I don't think she was quite awake yet on that one)
Mommy: "Please take your dish to the sink when you are finished"
K: "Because I wanna eat my apples, Mommy."
Mommy: "It's time to take a potty break"
K: "Because I need to read my books first!"
I can't tell you how many times a day I sing "We're off to see the wizard" from The Wizard of Oz in my head. "Because because because because becaaauuuussse....because of the wonderful things he does!" (ha! Now you can sing it too!)
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Sometimes when J is sitting on my lap facing away from me, he completely turns his head and body around to make sure he can see my face, just for a quick glance. It's like he is "checking just to see".
Yep, I'm still here little boy. Mama is always here.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
The big "V"
Not verility, not victory, not vagina. The big "V" in our house is the ol' snip snip. Vasectomy.
We have two, beautiful, healthy children whom we worked VERY HARD to get. Months and months of trying, failure, fertility consultations, testing, more testing, fertility treatment, curses, failure, and finally success. Twice. And one miscarriage along the way.
D and I have big plans for retirement. We want to travel the world and enjoy the freedom that retirement (hopefully) has to offer. We want to see our children grown, married, with families of their own. We want to spoil our grandkids, get into trouble for giving them too much candy, too many toys, too little sleep and sending them back to their parents exhausted, yet hyped up with two days of recovery ahead until they return to normal. (I like to call it "payback"!)
While I am soooo grateful and content with my children and know the toll that pregnancy takes on my body, there is this piece of me that is saddened by the thought of not being pregnant again. All my life I've known I wanted to be a mommy. I've waited and waited to be in this stage of my life and love every minute of it. I loved being pregnant, even during the difficult times. The thought of not "feeling life" growing inside me again saddens me. But I wonder if that is just a normal part of transitioning into a new phase of life?
D is 100% sure he is done having babies. I am, well, 98% sure. I can't imagine adding another person into our cozy, happy family. I can't imagine asking my babies to give up a little more of our attention to make room for another baby. Yet, there is this little nagging hesitation tucked away in the back corner of my mind.
He worries I will change my mind in two years and then regret the decision to have him get a vasectomy. I don't worry about that happening too much. I mean, if we were five years younger, than yes, I would want to consider having another. But we aren't. I turn 33 in a couple of weeks and Dan is 39.
How do you decide when you are done having children? Is it normal to feel a little sad about it? Did you ever regret your decision?
We have two, beautiful, healthy children whom we worked VERY HARD to get. Months and months of trying, failure, fertility consultations, testing, more testing, fertility treatment, curses, failure, and finally success. Twice. And one miscarriage along the way.
D and I have big plans for retirement. We want to travel the world and enjoy the freedom that retirement (hopefully) has to offer. We want to see our children grown, married, with families of their own. We want to spoil our grandkids, get into trouble for giving them too much candy, too many toys, too little sleep and sending them back to their parents exhausted, yet hyped up with two days of recovery ahead until they return to normal. (I like to call it "payback"!)
While I am soooo grateful and content with my children and know the toll that pregnancy takes on my body, there is this piece of me that is saddened by the thought of not being pregnant again. All my life I've known I wanted to be a mommy. I've waited and waited to be in this stage of my life and love every minute of it. I loved being pregnant, even during the difficult times. The thought of not "feeling life" growing inside me again saddens me. But I wonder if that is just a normal part of transitioning into a new phase of life?
D is 100% sure he is done having babies. I am, well, 98% sure. I can't imagine adding another person into our cozy, happy family. I can't imagine asking my babies to give up a little more of our attention to make room for another baby. Yet, there is this little nagging hesitation tucked away in the back corner of my mind.
He worries I will change my mind in two years and then regret the decision to have him get a vasectomy. I don't worry about that happening too much. I mean, if we were five years younger, than yes, I would want to consider having another. But we aren't. I turn 33 in a couple of weeks and Dan is 39.
How do you decide when you are done having children? Is it normal to feel a little sad about it? Did you ever regret your decision?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wandering Indiana
My job takes me all across the state at times. Typically, I see people who are within an hour or two of my home and I love driving (most of the time). It gives me time to myself, to sing (ha!), reflect, or just space out. I see all kinds of people in all kinds of conditions, which lends me to end up in all kinds of interesting situations.
Now, as I wander Indiana, I generally seek out assistance from Yahoo! maps as I've found them to be pretty accurate. Except when it comes to addresses like "13789 E. County Road 200 N 435 W ". Can anyone explain to me why the county road system in Indiana remains this prosaic? It drives me INSANE. Particularly when driving along a road that begins as "900 N" and by the time you drive five miles down the same road, you are now on "650 E". What?!?!
I had an appointment in rural Putnam County on Thursday afternoon. I didn't bother getting Yahoo! directions as the homeowner gave me directions herself (which I find is the easiest when dealing with a CR address). Plus, I grew up in Putnam County so am fairly familiar with it. This lady gives me directions to follow HWY 231 North. to where it meets up with Hendricks County and turn left on Hendricks County Road. Okay. Well, HWY 231 North ends up in Montgomery County, not Hendricks. So I called her. She said, "Oh, I don't live anywhere near there, you were supposed to turn on HWY 36 East about 10 miles back." Thanks. She reminds me to turn left on "County Line Road" (which she last called Hendricks County Road) So back to HWY 36 I go. I find the county line and a road called "PUTNAM COUNTY ROAD" (which she referred to as both Henricks County Road and County Line Road) Are you seeing a pattern here?
I turned down Putnam County Road and began looking for the next road she told me was coming "Turn Left on 900 N". I drove up and down Putnam County Road forever back and forth, back and forth. No 900 N to be found. I called the lady again and she didn't answer the phone. I left a "strained" message asking her to call me back. She didn't. I then began randomly turning on roads because, what the heck else was I going to do?
About 15 minutes later, a UPS truck surrounded in halos and light came over the hill towards me. I flagged the driver down and asked him if he had any idea where the address was I was given. He did. I was only about a mile and a half off. He tells me that back on Putnam County Road I actually need to look for "200 N" on the right side of the road, and it is "900 N" on the left hand side. However, some kids tore the sign off the left hand side of the road, so you only see the 200 N sign. Nice.
I arrived at my appointment (a full hour late) to find the lady cleaning out her car in the driveway. I didn't even try to force a smile. She said, "Oh Hi! Did you have trouble finding the place?"
Uhhh... yeah. Thanks for the directions.
Now, as I wander Indiana, I generally seek out assistance from Yahoo! maps as I've found them to be pretty accurate. Except when it comes to addresses like "13789 E. County Road 200 N 435 W ". Can anyone explain to me why the county road system in Indiana remains this prosaic? It drives me INSANE. Particularly when driving along a road that begins as "900 N" and by the time you drive five miles down the same road, you are now on "650 E". What?!?!
I had an appointment in rural Putnam County on Thursday afternoon. I didn't bother getting Yahoo! directions as the homeowner gave me directions herself (which I find is the easiest when dealing with a CR address). Plus, I grew up in Putnam County so am fairly familiar with it. This lady gives me directions to follow HWY 231 North. to where it meets up with Hendricks County and turn left on Hendricks County Road. Okay. Well, HWY 231 North ends up in Montgomery County, not Hendricks. So I called her. She said, "Oh, I don't live anywhere near there, you were supposed to turn on HWY 36 East about 10 miles back." Thanks. She reminds me to turn left on "County Line Road" (which she last called Hendricks County Road) So back to HWY 36 I go. I find the county line and a road called "PUTNAM COUNTY ROAD" (which she referred to as both Henricks County Road and County Line Road) Are you seeing a pattern here?
I turned down Putnam County Road and began looking for the next road she told me was coming "Turn Left on 900 N". I drove up and down Putnam County Road forever back and forth, back and forth. No 900 N to be found. I called the lady again and she didn't answer the phone. I left a "strained" message asking her to call me back. She didn't. I then began randomly turning on roads because, what the heck else was I going to do?
About 15 minutes later, a UPS truck surrounded in halos and light came over the hill towards me. I flagged the driver down and asked him if he had any idea where the address was I was given. He did. I was only about a mile and a half off. He tells me that back on Putnam County Road I actually need to look for "200 N" on the right side of the road, and it is "900 N" on the left hand side. However, some kids tore the sign off the left hand side of the road, so you only see the 200 N sign. Nice.
I arrived at my appointment (a full hour late) to find the lady cleaning out her car in the driveway. I didn't even try to force a smile. She said, "Oh Hi! Did you have trouble finding the place?"
Uhhh... yeah. Thanks for the directions.
Friday, March 7, 2008
We're home!
We made it! We now live in a world filled with boxes, dust, newspaper, and chaos. Oh wait. We lived there before. Now we live there again, but with more room! We are getting settled in and the kids are doing very well. K struggles with her afternoon nap (perhaps because she has no curtains on the FOUR windows in her room?) and J had to cry for a few minutes the other night because he was struggling getting himself to sleep. But other than that, we are all functioning. K now says "We home!" Instead of "we going to the NEW house, Mommy?" I suspect there may be some adjustment issues in a few weeks as she tends to react to things a little further down the line rather than immediately. But regardless, I cannot ask for more. They are both doing really well.
Our first night here included a flooded laundry room and a call to our realtor's handyman, and eventually, a new sump-pump (?) in the basement. The first two days included 50 degree weather (seriously?)and we were thrilled at how "efficient" our new home felt as far as maintaining temperature. Now that we are back in the 20's, it's hard not to notice the LARGE gap in the outside door in the master bedroom, the large CRACK down the middle of the same door, or the FROST that I swear accumulates in our sheets before we get into bed each night. Or the fact that there is water leaking from the sunroom roof onto the fireplace mantle. ;) At least it is out in the sunroom and we can ignore it for awhile... There is a lot of work to do here. But, it is our work to do and we are excited about it.
I feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of CRAP we have to put away. Did all this really come out of our little 1600 sq foot house? Where did we put it all? Where do we put it all now? For every box I empty, it seems three more take its place. I am anxiously awaiting having friends and family over to our new home, but want to wait until there is some order to this chaos. Or at least until we know where to find the extra toilet paper should we need it...
We are home. And we love it. Thanks for all your encouragement and support!
Our first night here included a flooded laundry room and a call to our realtor's handyman, and eventually, a new sump-pump (?) in the basement. The first two days included 50 degree weather (seriously?)and we were thrilled at how "efficient" our new home felt as far as maintaining temperature. Now that we are back in the 20's, it's hard not to notice the LARGE gap in the outside door in the master bedroom, the large CRACK down the middle of the same door, or the FROST that I swear accumulates in our sheets before we get into bed each night. Or the fact that there is water leaking from the sunroom roof onto the fireplace mantle. ;) At least it is out in the sunroom and we can ignore it for awhile... There is a lot of work to do here. But, it is our work to do and we are excited about it.
I feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of CRAP we have to put away. Did all this really come out of our little 1600 sq foot house? Where did we put it all? Where do we put it all now? For every box I empty, it seems three more take its place. I am anxiously awaiting having friends and family over to our new home, but want to wait until there is some order to this chaos. Or at least until we know where to find the extra toilet paper should we need it...
We are home. And we love it. Thanks for all your encouragement and support!
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