Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Ry at 5 weeks with bad hair and bad baby acne (her teenage years will be fun)!
After the fun Turkey feast we will be prepping for Ry 4th birthday. I am so excited because this year we are having a princess party at Studio J! We have never done a party outside of our home but with my pregnancy, Gs hectic schedule and holiday craze we felt it best to lower our stress and have it some place else. The only thing I need to bring is a CAKE! Love it. We are inviting all the girls from her preschool class and a few of her other friends. It should be fun and I am hoping for a good turnout. We will do a small family party on her actual birthday. I am even more excited for that... she will be getting my old dollhouse (my mom refurbished it) . I bought all the furniture (Fisher Price makes some plastic stuff that is fitting for a 4 year old) and my mom saved many of my old furniture that I am cleaning and hoping to give to her over time (depending on how well she handles the plastic). My old dollhouse was by far my most favorite gift I received. I got it for Christmas when I was five and I LOVED IT. I hope she gets as much enjoyment out of it as I did.
E is doing swell. With everything going on for Ry's birthday I realized I forgot my little man. I never made his 1 year birthday video. I hope to spend the next week (evenings, of course) working on it. I told myself I can't start Ry's video till I complete his. I can't believe I let it go for so long but it will be done!
To tie you over till I get E's video done, I give you my kids and an afternoon at Easton watching the train. It's riveting!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
As usually my parents came over to pass out candy so we could go out as a family of four. E was insistent on pulling the wagon so I stayed between the Running Fairy and the Must Take My Time as I am Pulling a Wagon Bee so I could attempt to enjoy the adventure my children were having. Finally I told G to give the Bee a lollipop and he sat back for the rest of the ride. He didn't even want to get out to say Tick Teet with a lovely of Hank Oww afterward. Ry was kind enough to request a treat for her brother at every house (way to load up on the candy) and even put it in his basket. It was quite sweet.
Today (3 days after the fanfare) Ry and I did a trade-in on the candy. I loathe the treats and the persistence of an almost 4 year old begging all day for a treat. So I offered her a new barbie and she could keep 5 pieces (thank you to my friend Jeanne who told me of such offer...it worked wonders). So now we are down to five (only 1 a day). Ry had her treat at 8:30 this morning...
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The girls, ta-tas, my boobs, breasts, whatever you want to call them have a mind of their own. I can go up a zillion sizes while pregnant which suffice to say they each will become as big as my head.
My girls and I have had a love-hate relationship since I was told I needed to purchase my first bra the summer before 6th grade. Boy was I mad when my mother suggested I needed support and we needed to go shopping for one of those sling shots. When we went to the store I was completely mortified at the prospect of owning the two triangles hanging from a string. Why me? And why is there a man in the Ladies Only department. I attempted to hide underneath one of the racks when I spotted THE MAN. How could he come here and be a part of this traumatic day. Didn't he know that a little girl was getting her first bra. The indecency of him.
My mother struggled through the shopping experience and all the ones that followed through my formative years. I still freaked out when men were in the LADIES ONLY department of the store and prayed we wouldn't make eye contact (in fear they would know why I was there)!
My teenage years I was a busty girl and I had my sights on a reduction surgery as soon as I could afford one (having no idea what it might cost). I endured the nickname Maribrest in high school but once I arrived in college I was blessed with a new nickname having nothing to do with my enlarged mammary glands.
Through my twenties I got my weight down and ta-da my boobs shrank. I found the secret and kept myself in shape and within what I considered a normal bra size. Then pregnancy happened and the girls had a mind of their own along with the aches and pains of a growing bosom. This is my third go around at watching them have a mind of their own and you would think I would be okay with it. I would be but for some reason this time brings more pain than I recall with my previous pregnancies. I feel like they are out to prove something this time around. "Look at us, lets see how BIG we can get since this will be our last time to stretch ourselves to the limit!" I am honest fear of what they will look like post-pregnancy/nursing phase when they are at their height of insane size. They may each be the size of a watermelon if they had any say... and lets be honest they have all the say in the world.
I use to tease the girls when I nurse about how I could feed a family of four on what I produced alone. I have a feeling I may be looking at Duggar size this time around!
So as I move forward through this second trimester looking more top heavy and less pregnant I pledge to love the girls more than I have in years past. It maybe because they are causing me such pain in the month of October (Breast Cancer Awareness Month) that I have opted to take the higher road in this last growth spurt of my friends. I will cherish them and appreciate all they have done for me and my children.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
As many of you know we are expecting our third in March and it has taken most of the time away from blogging for me to get excited for this surprise. I feel my plate is pretty full with the two we have but after a few months of adjusting to the news my enthusiasm has caught up with my husband's... THANK GOODNESS. I am about 17 weeks or so (that is a conservative number as I am too busy to keep track, hello it is #3). I am looking forward to feeling the flutters soon and our next ultrasound at the end of the month.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I can't believe how much we have done in five short years. I love you and all the blessings you've given me. I am excited to see what the next five years will bring!
Last weekend my family drove down south for the Baptism of Ryan James! I was thrilled that my friends, the Lundy's asked me to be a part of their lives FOREVER or at least their son's. It was a wonderful weekend... okay minus all the items I forgot and the horrendous car ride. But we made it, had a good time visiting with our friends and their family. I hope to go down there again soon (once the ringing in my ears from Evan's screaming stops and I've fully recovered)!
Thank you again Lundy's and next time we will leave early.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Today was a really good day!
Ry had her last day at preschool. She was pretty excited for it to be over and have a summer of fun. Here she is with her favorite teacher, Mrs. Sullivan, giving her a goodbye hug.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Lately I haven't been a good mom... actually I am downright ugly horrible mom. Ryleigh and I have been have been having issues with one another. My sweet pea and I aren't seeing eye to eye on a number of things and her way of dealing with me is physical (hit, slap, kick...). And my response is to YELL LOUD. The last 2 nights I have yelled so loud I feel the next sound I will hear are Children's Services knocking at my door to remove my children from my home because no parent should ever yell at their children to the point it sounds as if a physical altercation is about to happen. I am not proud. I just wish I understood where is comes from, how I can let myself get so frustrated with someone so small and unable to truly defend herself.
I admit I have my 'normal' faults as a stay-at-home person... I don't play enough with my kids, I don't attempt to engage them enough in things to keep their minds growing, I don't always listen to them.... but we all falter there from time to time but the yelling...that's a completely different ball of wax.
There is a woman I know (SHAM) who I have watched yell at her children with no regret (or at least it appears that way) when she is discipline them. The kind of yelling you're embarrassed to witness. Now, I am in control in public, at times I may raise my voice, but never do I yell with the phenom I seem to have over the course of the last couple of days. I am worried that I am losing it...my composure, my confidence and the values that I've been trying to teach my children (that clearly I am not following). I don't want to be that other person who can lash out in public or private.
My hope about being public about my missteps in my 'behind closed doors' life is what I need to straighten up my act. Here's to keeping it cool and using my indoor voice.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Alisa & Adam's ability to be so open and honest with their journey with their premature children has always amazed me. To donate go here!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
It started with nasty colds last weekend, then Evan had some vomit in his crib Sunday morning... then some blowouts during the week, then vomit again on Wednesday morning. However I decided to still move forward with the trip... then on my way to taking the kids to my folks Ry vomited all over herself, carseat, my car, etc. So after careful thought I have opted out of my fun filled weekend.
I am so bummed, but mommy-hood calls once again!!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
In the afternoon we went to visit my parents and Ryleigh had her own personal easter egg hunt. Poor Evan was stuck watching from the inside. Next year you will get to dodge the deer poop with your sister!