Monday, November 23, 2009


To my baby:

I love you.

You are such an amazing bright spot to my day, no matter how sick or tired or overwhelmed I may be. You manage to do some of the silliest things things and say some of the craziest things that can always make me manage to smile when I feel like the day might never have a positive moment to speak of.

I love that you run everywhere and don't walk. I love that you think farting and burping is hilarious. I love that you shout "Bye Moon!" every single time you see the moon now. I totally love that that references the book we read to you every other night. I love that you can be running along, trip on your own feet, and look up with the silliest grin on your face and say "boom." I love that you say please and thank you without prompting. I love that the first thing you look for in the morning when you open your gorgeous blue eyes is not your dad or I, but Rosco. I love that you put your piggies out every morning waiting for Rosco to kiss them. I love that now we get full-on squishy hugs where you grip us as if your life depended on it. Sometimes, my life does depend on those squishy hugs. I love that when you point to and name body parts, your boo-boo on your hand is just another part to list off. I love that you say bye to random people when we check out at stores, but clutch for me in a panic if they try to initiate contact. I love that you can make anything require a truck noise of some sort. I love that you kiss my belly when we ask you about the baby.

In a few short weeks, your life will change forever when your sister makes her grand entrance. I may not always be able to drop everything to play with you and I may not be able to dote on you as much as I want. I hope you'll look back on this post someday and realize that you will always be my baby and that I will always love you for everything you do. Although you won't always be the baby of the family, you'll always be my first baby and that is something that I will always hold very dear to my heart and treasure.

Just remember, Mommy loves you.

Friday, November 6, 2009

blah blah behind

I'm currently stuck in the seemingly endless race that is life at the moment.

When I first found out I was pregnant with this kiddo, I swore to the high heavens that I could document this pregnancy far better than I did with Luke's. I think I might have posted a total of 5 times over the course of that particular pregnancy and it's looking fairly sad that I'm probably shooting for an equal amount of posts for this baby's incubation time.

Who knew that chasing, shushing, and actually teaching 29 third graders could be so demanding? Or that essentially being a first year teacher again due to the grade level switch and placement at a brand new school would be so draining? Add in to the mix an extremely active 19 month old who doesn't understand the word sit unless it involves Little Einstein's. And who can forget the ever-present belly that keeps expanding to accommodate a child that can now spend the next three months kicking me ever so forcefully in the ribs? Poor Keith...the majority of nights I'm passed out on the couch by 8:30. The house isn't nearly as clean as it should be, dinner has been forgotten on way more than a few occasions, and laundry is a constant work-in-remembrance. Is it sad that I wake up at 3 o'clock in the morning to go to the bathroom and start planning blog posts in my head, only to become slightly short of comatose by the next evening when I have time? There are a million other things I should be doing right now, and really, a million other blog posts I need to get out and written down, but-no.

Really, I need to get things in perspective. I have an amazing husband who is supportive and doesn't complain too much when he has to go pick up dinner. Again. I have a healthy, strong, hilarious son who manages to always keep things interesting-and moving. I have an active daughter who is growing and is becoming ready to meet her already-doting family. I have a stable job, which is more to say than a lot of other people in this sucky economy. We have our health, our home, transportation, food, each other.

Really, in the midst of feeling behind and blah, I just need to feel blessed. Because I am.