Thursday, October 27, 2011

A letter to my husband on our 4th Anniversary!

My sweet Mike,

Can you believe that 4 years ago today, we stood in front of our family and friends, and said our wedding vows? At times, I feel like that was just yesterday. Other times I feel like we have lived a lifetime in this 4 years. To think that this is still just the beginning of our journey together is exciting and gives me so much to look forward to. Since the day I met you, I have asked myself "How can my life possibly get better than this?" And every day, you show me that life can, indeed, get better.

Four years ago, I watched you watching me walk down the aisle and never once did you take your eyes off of me. And you still haven't. Thank you for showing me the good, the beautiful things about myself. Thank you for loving me, for being my husband, my best friend, the person who truly knows me best in this world. Thank you for accepting me as I am and for loving me because of my quirks, not inspite of them. Thank you for pushing me to be my best without really pushing at all.

You encourage me, inspire me, amaze me. You are the things I am not: patient, calm, quiet. You are graceful and kind. And, yet, you have never made me feel lacking. You have been the person who balances me. The person who strengthens me.

Some would say I'm quite the handful and my 11 roommates through 10 semesters of college, might tell you I'm hard to live with. But you are still here, and (I'll go out on a limb here) happy here with me. You have been able to soften my rough spots and strengthen the good.

Before I met you, I believed that the person I would fall in love with, would somehow complete me. Through loving you and being loved by you, I realize I was complete when I met you. Falling in love isn't about being completed by another. It's about growing with another person to be the best you. It is not a growth that comes easily or quickly. It is a lifelong journey and I am so blessed to be on this journey with you.

Our life together is not perfect. At times it is messy, chaotic, and exhausting. But it is incredible. At the center of the hurricane that sometimes is our life, there is US. Thank you for always being on my team to work through whatever has come our way. Thank you for being honest and facing our life head on with me. Our home is filled with laughter, love, and comfort. It is my safe zone, the place I never have to worry about being judged, belittled, or afraid.  And no matter where the physical structure is, my home is with you, wherever you are. 

I always thought I would see fireworks when I fell in love. Isn't that what all of the movies and books talk about? I didn't see them with you. Instead, I felt a calm that I had not ever felt. I felt warm and comfortable, like I had found where I belonged. There were no fireworks in the sky when I met you. Instead, falling in love with you has been like seeing every single star in the sky for the very first time.

Happy anniversary, my sweet husband. I love you more than all of the stars in the sky...


Monday, October 24, 2011

Things you shouldn't say

It's happened. Yes, I have become one of THOSE women. The ones that want to tell you all about THEIR experience. You know, one of the women you ran from every time you saw them when YOU were pregnant??

It all started this summer when I was talking to my sister's friend who was then expecting her first child in early September. It was June and I said something like "I don't envy you AT ALL being pregnant during the summer! It is just going to get even hotter and you are going to be so miserable! I certainly was!" My husband looked at me like I had just farted in the middle of the room and I realized that I had, in fact, become one of THOSE women (no, not the ones that fart in the middle of the room). There I was, thinking I was enlightening this poor girl with my tales of pregnancy woes when all she probably wanted to do was get away from me and all of my negativity. Damn.

It's so hard not to be one of those women though! Once you've gone through pregnancy and you've been initiated into this crazy world of parenthood, it is SO HARD not to give unsolicited advice to women who are expecting. A pregnant belly is like a magnet for women who have been through it.

The funny thing is that I hated all of those comments and little tidbits of advice when I was pregnant so you'd think I'd remember that! But, of course, being a mom has only depleted me of more brain cells and the small filter I used to have on my big mouth is officially gone.

And though Mike gave me a hard time about my comment this summer, he's just as bad! Earlier this month we were hanging out with some friends and one of the couples is expecting their first child in the spring. The mom-to-be was telling us about she had had to clean up a huge poop mess from their dog. Mike and I immediately jumped in the conversation to tell her all about the piles of poop she'll soon be cleaning up. Our friends Chris and Christina had to practically drag us away from the now terrified soon-to-be parents. I think we shouted "They need to know!!!!!" as we were being pulled away.

So, this got me thinking about all of the things that were said to me while I was pregnant and since Olivia has been a part of our family and all of the things I am now unable to keep myself from saying. As a reminder for myself and all of the rest of you who can't zip it (you know who you are) I compiled this little list so that we can remember all of the things we SHOULDN'T say to moms-to-be and/or new parents.

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"Sleep while you can!"

This is by far the one statement I hated hearing while I was pregnant and I'm proud to say that I have not yet said it to a pregnant lady. To the people who said this to me: Have you ever BEEN pregnant?? Have you ever tried to sleep when you have about 30 extra pounds sitting on your bladder and treating it like a friggin' trampoline? Have you ever tried to sleep when you keep having hot flashes and you are sweating like a fat man in a wool sweater in July? Have you ever tried to sleep with 9 pounds of baby kicking you in the rib cage and the kidneys every 17 minutes? I have an idea. You go to bed tonight with a 30 pound dumbell on your stomach. Make sure your heater is turned up to about 135 degrees. I'll come in your room every 24 minutes and punch you in the rib cage. Then, you have to get up, go to the pot, squeeze out a *tiny* little bit of pee even though it felt like you were about to burst, lay back down, and try to go back to sleep with the knowledge that you get to do it again in 45 minutes. Then we'll talk about "sleeping while you can."

You know who I say this to? I say this to couples who are NOT expecting their first child. I tell them to nap and sleep in and enjoy every single bit of sleep they can BEFORE they go and get knocked up. Besides, it's like my sister, Michelle says: it's not like you have some Sleep Bank where you can save up your sleep so that at 4 in the morning when your new gremlin child is screaming at you, you can be all "Oh, it's totally cool. I saved up 6,743 hours of sleep before I gave birth."

"Don't you want a little boy?" or "Maybe the next one will be a little boy!" 

Why? So my husband, King Henry the VIII doesn't have me be-headed for not producing a male heir to his throne? First, I just want to remind folks that this is the year 2011, not 1442. Second, my husband is Mike, not good ole Hank. Last I checked, girls are just as human as boys. And just as capable. I mean, sure, they don't get to carry on the last name and all that but is that really that big of a deal? The craziest thing about this statement is that most of the people who ask this are WOMEN! My own husband really could have cared less if he had a son or a daughter. He just wanted a healthy kid. The only reason he *might* want a boy is to even up the estrogen to testosterone ratio in this house (even the cat is a girl).

Also, if my memory serves me correct, at the time of conception, you don't really get a lot of say in the matter. Try as you might, yelling things like "Come on Boy Sperm, get there first!!!" really doesn't help. You just don't get a choice. So, really even if I did *want* a boy, I think my cheers for the Boy Sperm would fall on deaf ears. Or no ears, really, since sperm don't have them.

"When are you going to have another one?"

You know those people who go to the airport and greet the troops as they are coming home from war? Well, what if the first thing someone shouted at them as they got off of the plane wasn't "Welcome Home!" but rather "When are you going back!?!?" Can you just imagine the insane looks the person shouting that would get. Well, you get the same reaction from me when you ask when I plan on having another baby. I mean, look, we aren't ruling it out completely, but I feel certain Mike and I still have a little residual PTSD from the sleepless nights. We are loving life with The Boss Lady now but we still VIVIDLY remember those early weeks. Just last night, I was watching a show and the couple had a newborn and the mom was up at like 3 a.m. and I almost started crying for her. It wasn't even reality t.v.! It was a made up show!!

If we are ever going to have another kid, we need the memories of having an infant to be so faded we can't remember them at all.

I need to also take a moment to issue an apology here: When my cousin, Trey, and his wife, Monica, had their daughter, I asked Monica this question. In the hospital. After a very long labor and an emergency c-section. Thank you, Monica, for not flying out of the bed and punching me in the face.

"I know of this lady who was pregnant and she went into early labor at like 26 weeks and then she had like a 10 day labor and then a c-section and then the baby was born with like 3 legs and 7 ears and then both of their heads fell off and everyone died."

I cannot begin to tell you the number of horror stories I heard during my pregnancy! DO. NOT. TELL. PREGNANT. WOMEN. HORROR. STORIES. Google does a great job of that already! Regardless of what you heard or what you personally went through MOST pregnancies and births are completely normal. Pregnant women are already susceptible to excess worry and sleepless nights. Do not give a new mom-to-be extra things to worry about. Not to mention that this is supposed to be an exciting and happy time. Don't drag her down with negativity.

Unfortunately, it's the negative stories that take center stage. There are no chat rooms or message boards about perfectly normal, healthy pregnancies without any complications. But those pregnancies are the majority so let the new mom bask in the glow of soon-to-be-motherhood.

"Are you getting any sleep?"

This seemed to be everyone's favorite question right after Olivia was born. The people who asked it the most? Other parents!! I don't know why people ask this to the parents of a newborn. I mean, is it just to be mean? Or some kind of crazy curiousity because they think that maybe there is some special breed of newborn out there who actually does sleep and yours might be it?

If you've ever had a kid then you know sleep is just thing of the past. Like pension plans. Or gas that costs less than $3 a gallon. So don't ask this question to new parents. It's the equivalent of walking up to a homeless person and asking "So, you eating good?" It's just mean.

"Is she teething?"

People ask me this question almost every single time Olivia is fussy. There are 2 answers here: 1. How the hell would I know? and 2. All of the damn time. Look, in case you haven't noticed, babies are ALWAYS growing/teething/crazy-in-the-flippin-head so I have no idea why she's fussy or chewing on her fist like it's coated in sugar. She could be hungry or teething or maybe she just realized she drew the short straw getting us as parents. I have no idea. While God did create these little angels perfectly, He forgot to give them the ability to speak so they can tell you what the crap is making them so unhappy.

In this house, everything gets blamed on 2 things: growth spurts and teething. Why's Olivia fussy? Teething. Wow, look how much she's eating! Growth spurt. Why did she wake up 87 times last night? Teething and growth spurt. Why does my house look like a toy bomb exploded? Teething and growth spurt. Seriously, everything.

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Okay, well, that about sums up the top ones. And, look, if you've ever said these things to me, don't worry, I don't hold it against you. Because I've said most of them too! Now let's all just print this out and keep it in our back pockets. So, next time we are at a party and we see a couple of soon-to-be-parents we can just rub the big belly and say "Good luck, suckers!"

Friday, October 7, 2011

Pictures

As mentioned, a couple of weeks ago, we were in Louisiana visiting family and, while we were there, my cousin Sarah and her husband Ivan captured some really got shots of Oli that I just had to share! They are very talented photographers and I am so grateful to them for capturing The Boss Lady's little personality!

Shortly after we arrived at my grandparents' house and after dinner, my aunt Helen gave Oli a chocolate cupcake. What is it that is so fun about giving kids chocolate frosting? I'm not sure but we had a blast watching her smear chocolate all over herself and she had fun with it too! Before she ate the cupcake though, we made sure to strip her down to her diaper so no clothes would be permanently destroyed. She loved running around in just a diaper since it was pretty warm so most of the pics are of her in just the diaper.

You can check out more of Sara and Ivan's awesome work at http://www.filpophotography.com/





















Monday, October 3, 2011

It's Story Time!

Right now, The Boss Lady is really into her books. Or, more accurately, she is really into pulling all of her books off of her shelves and then ripping pages out or chewing on them. On occasion, she'll bring one over to me, hand it to me, and in her baby babble, ask me to read it to her. I LOVE to read and I'm hoping Oli will inherit this hobby from me so I really enjoy the times that she sits on my lap and lets me read a page to her. I say "a page" because that's about all I get through before she yanks the book from my hand and toddles off to find something else to destroy. Then I'm left sitting there wondering what in the heck ever happened to that crazy Lorax.

I have to say though that the books I have read the entire way through are a little perplexing. Children's literature is WEIRD. Have you ever read some of those nursery rhymes?? I'm pretty sure the author's were partaking in a few herbal remedies when they wrote them. It kind of makes me wonder if those books used to come with a hit of acid so you can understand them better.

Some of them have words in them just so that the story rhymes. Take for instance that book Goodnight Moon, which I know is a huge hit with parents. The story is this little bunny kid who is going to bed and they point out all of the stuff in his room and then they say "goodnight" to all of it. I find it odd to say goodnight to a bunch of inanimate objects but it's not so bad I guess. What gets me though is the bowl of mush on the nightstand. First off, why is this bunny kid eating a bowl of mush before bed? And what the crap is mush? And why is it being left in his room? That bunny kid looks old enough to be able to start taking his own dishes to the kitchen when he's done with them.

This weekend, I was reading another favorite, Mike Mulligan and His Steamshovel. This one was a favorite of my husband's when he was a kid and we actually still have his original copy. So, I'm reading it to The Boss Lady and the story is basically this: This dude, Mike Mulligan, has a steamshovel named Mary Anne. They are the best steamshovellin' team in the country but as technology advances, Mary Anne sort of becomes obsolete. So off they go to find a place where they are wanted and they happen upon this town that needs a basement built for their new town hall. Since the town is so small, they are going to have dig out the basement by hand. Here come Mike and Mary Anne to the rescue! They dig out the basement in one day while the town cheers them on. In appreciation, the town says that Mary Anne can live in the basement of the town hall and Mike can be the janitor.

WTF??? The janitor?? Thanks so much for your help, Mike, ole' buddy. We like you so much, you can clean our toilets and live in the basement! I can imagine that Mike and Mary Anne really just thought that was swell. If I were Mike and Mary Anne, I'd have rammed my steamshovel where the sun doesn't shine after that offer. But, that's just me.

So, anyway, after all of my reading, I realized that I could just write my own story. Go get yourself a nice cup of tea, snuggle up, and enjoy the read:


This is Mommy


Mommy can do lots of things.

Mommy can do the dishes


And Mommy can do the laundry


But, Mommy's biggest job is taking care of
The Boss Lady

The Boss Lady is a VERY active little girl
She likes to run,

And play in the dirt,


And she likes to make LOTS of messes!

So, sometimes at the end of a LONG day of taking care of The Boss Lady,
Mommy likes to have a glass of juice.

Then, finally it is time for bed and time to say goodnight!

Goodnight to the mess, goodnight to the juice,
Goodnight to the little brown moose.

Goodnight laundry and to the kids in Haiti,
Goodnight Mommy


And goodnight to The Boss Lady!