Category Archives: Love Thursday

Love Thursday: Lots to Love

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You’ll have to forgive me for not being able to come up with coherent post tonight.  It stormed last night, which meant I was up with Crazy, our dog, for 2 hours.  I’m tired- so let’s talk about the random things I’m loving right now:

1) The fact that So You Think You Can Dance starts back up today! That show is my guilty pleasure for summer!

2) The book Little Princes: One Man’s Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal   I started reading this last night and can’t put it down- really well written and an amazingly compelling story.

3) This hot weather (which I will love even more when the Hubs puts in our air conditioning).

4) Shopping for a new-to-us car. I love car shopping- the research, the negotiating, the fun of figuring out what to get!  We are looking for mid-sized SUVs with a 3rd row if anyone has any suggestions!  The key- needs to be around or under $20K to stay within our budget.

5) That fact that I get to see Red, TBO & Baby Lala this weekend for Baby L’s baptism!  We’re spending all day Saturday with family, I have a pretty dress and my kids will get to have a ball with their cousins.

6) We’re finally thisclose to getting resolution on the Hub’s job situation- cannot wait for that!

7) The Hubs went back to work after being so sick today. Love that man, but it was time for him to get out of the house.

What are you loving today?

Love Thursday: The Random Edition

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I’ve been sitting here for the past 30 minutes trying to figure out what to write about tonight.  The fact of the matter is, I’m exhausted.

The kids, thank God, are finally healthy enough for Mary to come back full time.  But the Bean- oh, the Bean- is wearing me down.  I forgot just how batshit crazy almost 3 year old;s can be.  The most difficult phase with Scorch was this age too, so I know it’ll pass- but difficult for Scorch meant a grand total of a half a dozen crazy meltdowns.  Bean averages 4 of those a day.  I love so very very much, but she’s making me crazy.  She’s fighting us over everything, screaming the house down and  hitting her brother.  The Hubs and I haven’t lost it yet with her, but she is going to bed a good 30 minutes early every night for the sake of our sanity.

So, that’s the long way of saying I don’t have it in me to come up with a gushy, funny post today.  I love my kids and I’m thankful for them, but I’m just as thankful for bed time and ice cream tonight!  But, there are a few random things I’m loving right now:

1) I got invited to a Post-Rapture Looting Party- where we’re invited to take all the good stuff left behind by those called up to Heaven.  I laughed for 5 minutes over this.

2) I am taking 3 hours of me time tomorrow to shop for Baby Lala’s Baptism! Sweet baby girl is doing wonderfully- growing fast, smiling & laughing. I can’t wait to get to hold her again in a few weeks!

3) Between my travels and the kids being sick, I’ve been able to read a lot lately:

  • I read the first two books in the Millennium Trilogy- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo & The Girl Who Played with Fire.  I liked them both, although the first one had a lot of financial crime info that I had to slog my way through. The second one was a much faster read!
  • The Scorch Trials– This is the 2nd book in a series that started with The Maze Runner.  Again, I liked this book better then the first and am looking forward to reading how this all gets tied up!
  • The Brave– I normally like this author (Nicholas Evans) very much.  But this one wasn’t as good as most of his works- the characters weren’t nearly fleshed out enough and the plot harped upon in the summary (Iraq veteran accused of horrible war crimes) was barely touched upon.
  • Past Perfect by Susan Isaacs- another author I normally love with a book that felt flat. One of my biggest annoyances in books/TV shows/movies is when the main character doesn’t tell the people around him/her what they are doing for no good reason and then get stuck in horrible situations because they didn’t speak up. That happened a lot in this book, so I spent most of my time reading this yelling at the main character in my head.
  • The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons.  I have no idea why I got this book about WWII in Russia, but I generally liked it. But lordy, it was depressing!  Not something I’ll be in a hurry to read again, but it kept my attention.
  • Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver.  This book was recommended to me by the Children’s Librarian at our local library, so I checked it out and I’m glad I did.  It’s a YA novel about a 17 year old girl who gets to re-live the last day of her life 7 times to get it right.  At first I didn’t like it- the main characters were harsh and the look at high school was pretty unflinching- but then I got sucked right in. Yeah- the kids were mean, but they were honest and the book didn’t pull any punches.

4) I was asked today to be a Running Buddy for Girls on the Run at a 5K walk/run in 2 weeks. I’m so excited about this because I’m hoping it’ll be the kick in the butt I need to start running again. Maybe this time I’ll enjoy it!

5) The sunset tonight is gorgeous (pardon the quality, best I could get with my cell phone). I’m so glad we have green trees around again.

Love Thursday: The Littlest Ones

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Way back when I started to read blogs, I only consistently read a few.  One of them was The Spohrs are Multiplying– a blog about a family in CA with an adorable sprite of a daughter, Maddie.  Maddie was born at 28 weeks and had an extraordinarily hard first few months of life.  Despite the odds, little Maddie survived her rough start and thrived.  I loved reading about her adventures with her parents, Heather & Mike, and looking at the adorable pictures her mom posted of her.  Maddie’s bright eyes and endless eyelashes grabbed you the minute you saw her- how could you not be captivated?

2 year ago today, Maddie died suddenly.  She got sick- a severe respiratory infection that her lungs, scarred due to her permaturity, couldn’t handle. Maddie was just shy of 18 months old.  I had never cried over the death of a stranger before, but I cried over this little girl and her parents.

But as touched as I was, I never really understood prematurity and all its causes and implications until my sweet niece, Lala, was born.  Because prematurity was something that happened to other people. Not healthy 29 year olds who took great care of themselves while pregnant.   It couldn’t happen to women with top-notch medical care.  It couldn’t happen to my family. Right?

Wrong.  It can and it did.  My whole family was shocked by how quickly my sister’s healthy pregnancy took a turn for the worse.  And then how quickly it turned from bad to an emergency where Lala had to come out now not only for her sake, but for my sister’s as well.   I say a prayer of thanks to God every single day that Lala is with us and doing as amazingly well as she is.

While God gets all the credit, the March of Dimes get some too.   The March of Dimes is an amazing organization that not only gives support to parents with premature babies, they also have pioneered medical advances that have helped kids like Lala (there are a half a million premature babies born a year) survive against amazing odds.  This spring the March of Dimes is putting on March for Babies– walks all across the United States to raise money for their efforts.  I urge you to walk this year- in Maddie’s memory and in celebration of our sweet Lala.

Love Thursday: 9 to 5

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During October of my senior year of college, the Hubs got a job in Washington, DC, about 5 hours from home.  I busted my butt and did everything in my power to graduate a semester early so I could move down there 3 months later in January.  I was lucky- I immediately lined up a few interviews and had accepted a job I thought would be perfect before I moved.

Instead, it was a nightmare.

The job was completely different then the one I was originally hired to do.  It went from being 5% travel to being 100% travel- I spent a total of 9 weeks gone from home with only one weekend back in DC with the Hubs in our new home.  The powers that be noticed how miserable I was and transferred me back to the main office in DC.  That was even worse- I became a very rich bitter woman’s secretary and was berated and belittled on a daily basis. The rest of the staff wasn’t any better and I was clearly the office joke.  Things were so bad that I would spend most of my Sunday’s crying because I had to go back to work the next day.

Needless to say, I applied to any job I possibly could to get me out of that hellhole.  I must have sent out close to 75 resumes when my current Big Company called me for an interview.  After 7 of the longest months of my life, I started a new job.

That was 11 years ago and I can honestly say that 90% of the time, I enjoy my job and that is due in large part to the people I work with.  People who are whip smart and funny and engaging and dedicated.  People who have made the best out of this crappy economy and all the impacts it’s had on our working environment. People who keep doing the best job they can despite shrinking resources, budgets and headcount.  People who I’m happy to call my friends after working together for so long.

Today, some of those people stopped working for Big Company and I couldn’t be more sorry to see them go.  Not only is their absence a blow to the company, it’s going to make my time at work so much less fun.  Kris, Michele & Rob- it’s been a privilege and a pleasure spending the last 5+ years working with each of you! Best wishes!

Love Thursday: Little Reminders

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I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up (I still don’t, honestly).  The only thing I did know is that my future involved kids. When we were dealing with the 3 years of infertility and miscarriages, I dreamed about all the things I knew I’d love when I finally become a mom.  Long cuddles. The smell of a baby’s head. Days at the park.  The list was endless and it was the only thing that kept me going at times.

And I was right- I do (did- there are no more baby heads to sniff anymore!) love those things. But I find myself loving the oddest things.  Like opening my eyes in the morning and spotting a Disney Princess cup on my dresser.  Or reaching into my purse and pulling out an Iron Man toy instead of my wallet.  The fact that when I shower there are more soaps and bubbles for the little people in my house then there are for the big people.

In my darkest days, I wondered if I’d ever get to have kids running around my house, so these small little reminders of the kiddos make me smile much more often then they make me nuts.

Love Thursday: The Crazy Hoarder

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Scorch and I were wrestling last night and he lunged at me pretending to be a scary deinonychus trying to slash me. (Wholesome family fun!)  He didn’t actually get me, but his nails left a fun little gash on my hand.  When I examined his fingers nails, I realized that they were scary long and had to be cut.

That night before bed, Operation DeClawing began.  Scorch was a rock star until I manged to clip one particularly long nail off in one piece (mad skills, I know!).  He was enthralled with this nail, said it was the coolest thing ever and that it actually looked like a miniature dinosaur claw!  Then he said he wanted to keep his nail and sleep with it.

Uh-huh.

When I calmly explained why that wasn’t going to happen, Scorch was NOT happy.

But Mom- I love it, it’s awesome!

“Yup, I get that buddy, I do. But still, it’s going in the garbage.”

Mom- don’t you love me? This nail- it’s a part of me, so you have to love it, too!”

You know I love you very much, but it doesn’t change the fact that that is garbage.”

And on and on we went. Seriously- why aren’t conversations like this in any of the child rearing books I read?

Happy Love Thursday, all! I hope your day was filled with as much laughter as mine was thanks to my crazy hoarder!

Love Thursday: Lucky Me

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At dinner time, Scorch told me that I was the best cook ever because I made him French toast.  While putting the Bean to bed, she told me I was beautiful and too funny when I let her brush my hair.

My first thought was that I hope I always remain a rock star in my kid’s eyes. My second was how very lucky I was to be here having these conversation with my kids at all.

2 years ago today I got into a car accident.  I was so very lucky it wasn’t worse then it was- I walked away with cracked ribs, bad bruising and a damaged knee, but no lasting damage.  If the car that I collided with had hit me 2 feet to the left of where it did, the damage would have been much more significant.  If I had had the kids with me in the car, I’m not sure Scorch would be here any more (a thought that gave me nightmares for months).

 

I have a lot to be thankful every day- but today,  I’m especially thankful I’m here to play with my kids and to relax with my husband at all.  Happy Love Thursday, all!

Love Thursday: Nuts!

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Happy Love Thursday, all!  One of the things I love most about having kids is never, ever knowing what’s going to come out of their mouth next. The kiddos crack us up every day, but there is one time about a year ago Scorch left us speechless.  I never want to forget it, so I thought I’d share it here…

After a long day, the Hubs, Scorch and I were in the bathroom while the Hubs was giving Scorch a bath.  In the middle of  chit chatting about our day, The Hubs asks Scorch to stand up so he could wash his belly.

“And my nuts?” Scorch asks.

“Whaaat?” the Hubs asks as I stand there with my mouth on the floor.

“Are you going to wash my nuts?”

The Hubs immediately loses his mind, hides his face in his arm and turns beat red trying not to laugh out loud.

I reganed my composure & asked Scorch to repeat himself one more time. Mind you, Scorch was only 3 years old at the time so I didn’t think he knew what nuts was slang for (hell, he’s almost 5 and still doesn’t know!), but he was going to school and lord only knows what he may have overheard. 

Scorch  repeats the same thing.  By this time, the Hubs has just about burst a blood vessel because he’s silently laughing so hard and had to excuse himself from the room.

So I ask Scorch to show us his nuts just to confirm we were all on the same page. 

The sweet kid points to his stomach and goes “You know- the nuts I had for snack that are in my belly.”
 
OHHHHH..those nuts! Thank GOD!

Love Thursday: Grateful

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My pregnancy with the Bean wasn’t at all expected.  We fought long and hard to get pregnant with Scorch, so I never thought we’d be the couple to have a whoops baby.  I still remember the nagging feeling in the back of my head before I confirmed my pregnancy- the suspicion and nerves that I never shared with the Hubs.  The day I tested and got that bright pink second line, I came as close as I ever have to having  a panic attack.

You see- I didn’t know if I wanted a second child at that point. Scorch was- is– perfect in just about every way. He was sweet and gorgeous and good natured and funny and bright.  How in the world were we going to be able to do better than that?

While I was pregnant with the Bean, I more or less ignored the fact that there was (God willing) going to be real live baby coming at the end of the 9 months.  I had more then enough going on to keep me busy- Scorch, my full time job and our new small business- so it wasn’t too hard until the very end.  But once my due date got really close, I freaked. What were we thinking?! What if Baby #2 cried all the? What is s/he was the complete opposite of Scorch? What if we couldn’t love her/him as much as we loved Scorch? What if Scorch thought we didn’t love him anymore since we were having a new baby?  These worries, along with the Bean using my bladder as her personal trampoline, kept me up many, many nights.

Then the Bean arrive. She came quickly and furiously and she cried for 3  hours straight after she was born. That was our first clue that we did in fact have a baby who was the opposite of Scorch.  Beaner is feisty and head strong.  She’s hysterically funny and never stays where you put her. She views all orders from us as mere suggestions and she really couldn’t give a hoot if you’re not pleased with her.  In short, she’s absolutely, 100% perfect.

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For the first time in a long time, I had the Bean all to myself today for bedtime.  She’s been on a huge Daddy kick for weeks now, so he’s been handling bedtime and I’ve just been called in for one final kiss before he lays her down. Tonight’s one-on-one time to read books, get her dressed into her PJs and to rock her before bed was a rare welcome treat.  As we snuggled, singing “Bust a Move” (don’t judge me) in the dark and laughing ourselves silly I was overcome with this huge wave of gratefulness. Grateful that God gave us this child even if we weren’t ready.  Grateful that the Bean is the child we have.  Grateful to be living the life I am with the people I’m sharing it with.

Just plain grateful.

Love Thursday: Favorites

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Scorch has started to play the copying game- you know, the one where he repeats back everything I say. When it starts to get annoying, I purposely say things to make him laugh – things that may or may not involve potty words not typically allowed in our house. Or I say things that I know he won’t want to repeat- like “Mommy thinks Bean is the best kiddo in the whole wide world.”

This morning when I was teasing him about how Beaner is the greatest and Scorch has stinky toes, he said to me “Mommy I know you’re just joking because I’m your favorite, right?”

I gave him the pat parental answer of how they were both my favorite and how I love them both the same and all was right in the world again. But it got me thinking- do I have a favorite kid? I think I do.

Scorch is my favorite kid because he’s typically the calm in the eye of Hurrican Bean. He’s my favorite because he corrects me when I pronounce a dinosaur’s name wrong. He’s my favorite when he’s fresh out of the bath and all squirmy and giggly when we’re putting on his eczema cream. He’s my favorite at night when we’re curled up in his bed reading a funny book. He’s my favorite when he goes up to other kids at the playground- kids he doesn’t know- to see if they want to play without a second thought. He’s my favorite when he comes up just asking for a random hug during the middle of the day. He’s my favorite because he’s my first born- the first baby I held and bathed and nursed and rocked to sleep. He’s my favorite because no matter how old he gets, I can still see that baby underneath.

But Beaner’s also my favorite. She’s my favorite because of her munchable cheeks that I frequently kiss. She’s my favorite for her sassy “I do it myself” personality. She’s my favorite because she insists she does not need your help until she tries things a few times herself and then comes right up and asks  to”help please!”  She’s my favorite because she always remembers her manners and always reminds Scorch of his.  She’s my favorite because she sleeps through the night.  She’s my favorite because she’s still laughing a day later about how the dog at playgroup tooted so loudly it scared her.  She’s my favorite because she’s my baby and she still fits so perfectly in my lap when we read a night.

Yup, clearly they are my favorite!