Dear Reid...
This is what happens when your mama snaps picture after picture of you, trying to land that perfect one.
And then she happens to love them all.
Happy slideshow of yo' sweet self. :)
Love,
Mama
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
always
Dear Jillian…
We’ve had our ups and downs lately. Giggling and goofing off here. Tantrums and time-outs there. Sometimes, I never know what to expect.
But despite our off-beat days, there are days when I’m amazed by your wittiness, silliness, and softness. You truly are growing up too fast. And I can’t catch up.
I always want you to try on mama’s big shoes.
I always want you to clutch my face in your hands to bestow a smooch.
I always want you to build towers out of Legos.
I always want you to sing 'Happy Birthday' to everyone you love.
I always want you to say the ABCs with the mnmnmop (LMNOP) in the middle.
I always want to hear you say ‘R’ like you’re from Brooklyn.
I always want to tuck you in at night.
I always want to have dance parties with you.
I always want to hear you say “Rock Chalk Jayhawk!”
I always want you to point out the color of the first page in each book.
I always want you to ask for a “pretty” to put in your hair.
I always want you to smile when you’re happy.
I always want to hold onto these moments, especially when you’re all grown up…
Love,
Mama
We’ve had our ups and downs lately. Giggling and goofing off here. Tantrums and time-outs there. Sometimes, I never know what to expect.
But despite our off-beat days, there are days when I’m amazed by your wittiness, silliness, and softness. You truly are growing up too fast. And I can’t catch up.
I always want you to try on mama’s big shoes.
I always want you to clutch my face in your hands to bestow a smooch.
I always want you to build towers out of Legos.
I always want you to sing 'Happy Birthday' to everyone you love.
I always want you to say the ABCs with the mnmnmop (LMNOP) in the middle.
I always want to hear you say ‘R’ like you’re from Brooklyn.
I always want to tuck you in at night.
I always want to have dance parties with you.
I always want to hear you say “Rock Chalk Jayhawk!”
I always want you to point out the color of the first page in each book.
I always want you to ask for a “pretty” to put in your hair.
I always want you to smile when you’re happy.
I always want to hold onto these moments, especially when you’re all grown up…
Love,
Mama
small wonder
Dear Reid…
A half hour ago, I was cuddling with you on the loveseat. You had fallen asleep on my chest with your heavy breaths permeating the air.
Just earlier today, daddy and I sifted through big sis’ clothes to see if there were any suitably boyish outfits left. My sentimental side slipped out as I eyed the small, girlie clothes that used to adorn big sis. To know that she would never be that tiny or wear that favorite dress of mine hit home a little hard.
So, as I sat with you just a half hour ago, I soaked in your tininess, realizing that one day you will not fit in the adorable overalls you’re wearing. You will not be this tiny in a few weeks.
And the fact that your onesie says ‘small wonder’ is an understatement. Because every day I wonder, “How did I get so lucky to be your mom?”
Love,
Mommy
A half hour ago, I was cuddling with you on the loveseat. You had fallen asleep on my chest with your heavy breaths permeating the air.
Just earlier today, daddy and I sifted through big sis’ clothes to see if there were any suitably boyish outfits left. My sentimental side slipped out as I eyed the small, girlie clothes that used to adorn big sis. To know that she would never be that tiny or wear that favorite dress of mine hit home a little hard.
So, as I sat with you just a half hour ago, I soaked in your tininess, realizing that one day you will not fit in the adorable overalls you’re wearing. You will not be this tiny in a few weeks.
And the fact that your onesie says ‘small wonder’ is an understatement. Because every day I wonder, “How did I get so lucky to be your mom?”
Love,
Mommy
cuddling the kiddos
Dear Nuggets…
During this past week, Grandpa Hollis stayed at our home. What a treat to have him here, especially on his "46th" birthday. ;) We even enjoyed a night out to watch the Butler Bulldogs seal a victory! Thanks to your Grandpa for all his help in cooking, cleaning, and cuddling the kiddos.
Love,
Mom
During this past week, Grandpa Hollis stayed at our home. What a treat to have him here, especially on his "46th" birthday. ;) We even enjoyed a night out to watch the Butler Bulldogs seal a victory! Thanks to your Grandpa for all his help in cooking, cleaning, and cuddling the kiddos.
Love,
Mom
Friday, February 10, 2012
hiccups and sneezes and yawns, oh my!
Dear Reid…
I’ve recorded many a video of your big sis’, and since we have some catching up to do, I took advantage to capture some candid moments tonight. You may think this to be untrue, but I could watch you infinitely.
All. Day. Long.
The problem herein is that I would have an unkempt home, growling belly, and deserted hubby & daughter if we sat together all the live-long day. But just so you know, newborns are addictive to gaze upon with their ever changing expressions. You are no exception.
And Reid, your eyes are so inquisitive with inextricable charm that it’s no wonder I sat and stared at you for nearly an hour this evening. Let’s just say I did it for the sake of acquiring footage of your boisterous hiccups, swift sneezes, and monster baby yawn.
Let’s just say I did it in the name of love…
XO,
Mommy
P.S. Pardon the hiccupping headbutt at the end of video #1. ;)
I’ve recorded many a video of your big sis’, and since we have some catching up to do, I took advantage to capture some candid moments tonight. You may think this to be untrue, but I could watch you infinitely.
All. Day. Long.
The problem herein is that I would have an unkempt home, growling belly, and deserted hubby & daughter if we sat together all the live-long day. But just so you know, newborns are addictive to gaze upon with their ever changing expressions. You are no exception.
And Reid, your eyes are so inquisitive with inextricable charm that it’s no wonder I sat and stared at you for nearly an hour this evening. Let’s just say I did it for the sake of acquiring footage of your boisterous hiccups, swift sneezes, and monster baby yawn.
Let’s just say I did it in the name of love…
XO,
Mommy
P.S. Pardon the hiccupping headbutt at the end of video #1. ;)
Thursday, February 9, 2012
neck nuzzling
Dear Reid…
Top 10 things I love about your baby-ness:
1) Watching you sleep, especially when gurgles escape your gently puckered lips.
2) Your cuddles and neck nuzzling.
3) When your eyes dart from side to side, soaking in the scenery.
4) Your super fine, super soft, super sculptural hair.
5) How your wails dissipate once mommy or daddy rescues you in a safe clutch.
6) Teeny tiny onesies that fit just over your protruding milk-filled belly.
7) The way you smell after a bath of pure head-to-toe freshness.
8) Spontaneous deep sighs during slumber.
9) The ability to sleep through anything, including when Caesar incessantly barks.
10) Feeling you in my arms, knowing I’m cradling a precious miracle.
Love,
Mommy
Top 10 things I love about your baby-ness:
1) Watching you sleep, especially when gurgles escape your gently puckered lips.
2) Your cuddles and neck nuzzling.
3) When your eyes dart from side to side, soaking in the scenery.
4) Your super fine, super soft, super sculptural hair.
5) How your wails dissipate once mommy or daddy rescues you in a safe clutch.
6) Teeny tiny onesies that fit just over your protruding milk-filled belly.
7) The way you smell after a bath of pure head-to-toe freshness.
8) Spontaneous deep sighs during slumber.
9) The ability to sleep through anything, including when Caesar incessantly barks.
10) Feeling you in my arms, knowing I’m cradling a precious miracle.
Love,
Mommy
hair gone wild
Dear Jillian…
When I awoke you yesterday from your midday slumber, I never imagined seeing Miss Hair Gone Wild. I think you channeled Rod Stewart during your naptime. Cah-lassic.
Another photo captures your now Big Girl shades, formally known as Baby shades. You sported them proudly, but would not crack a smile. However, your intense gaze was rather impressive.
Daddy surprised me by photographing a sweet scene between my nuggets. A cheesy grin and your cuddly nature coupled with lil’ bro’s serene sleep makes this a sight for sore eyes. Props to papa!
Love,
Mommy
When I awoke you yesterday from your midday slumber, I never imagined seeing Miss Hair Gone Wild. I think you channeled Rod Stewart during your naptime. Cah-lassic.
Another photo captures your now Big Girl shades, formally known as Baby shades. You sported them proudly, but would not crack a smile. However, your intense gaze was rather impressive.
Daddy surprised me by photographing a sweet scene between my nuggets. A cheesy grin and your cuddly nature coupled with lil’ bro’s serene sleep makes this a sight for sore eyes. Props to papa!
Love,
Mommy
Friday, February 3, 2012
welcome to the world
Dear Reid…
This is my very first love letter to you. It’s taken awhile to collect a sliver of time that is not heavy with weariness and fatigue to sit down and finally write to you. To write how completely smitten I am with you. To write how utterly charming you are. To write how absolutely happy my heart beats thinking of you.
I’m. In. Love.
I too soaked in a deep pool of love when your sister entered my life just over two years ago, and I was admittedly unsure whether I could feel the same way again. It’s safe to say this is not a problem. My adoration is just as intense and fulfilling yet it also feels different. Having a son warms my soul. This mama’s so glad you’re my lil’ lad.
You arrived on January 7, 2012 just 31 minutes before the clock struck to ring in another day. And your arrival was essentially effortless in the final stage, as with a few swift pushes you were out and greeting the night. I glimpsed at daddy, his eyes moist and joyful. My own eyes dripped tears of delight and relief at the sound of your cry and the sight of your face. Since we didn’t know your gender beforehand, the doc proudly showcased your privates so I could soak in the pleasure of knowing my son was finally here. It was a beautiful moment, and knowing that it will probably be my last time to enjoy a birthing experience, I relished your emergence even more.
It’s no secret from those that know your sister since she was a wee babe that the resemblance between you two is certainly present. From features to manners, it is fun to watch you and uncover the similarities of what I experienced with Jillian as a newborn. To honor this lovely likeness, I sifted through some old photos that reveal comparisons of you and your sister. I also threw in a couple pics pertaining to yours truly as well as our family in order to contrast the then and now.
Welcome to the world, Reid Matthew. (And happy 4-week birthday tomorrow!)
Love,
Mommy
This is my very first love letter to you. It’s taken awhile to collect a sliver of time that is not heavy with weariness and fatigue to sit down and finally write to you. To write how completely smitten I am with you. To write how utterly charming you are. To write how absolutely happy my heart beats thinking of you.
I’m. In. Love.
I too soaked in a deep pool of love when your sister entered my life just over two years ago, and I was admittedly unsure whether I could feel the same way again. It’s safe to say this is not a problem. My adoration is just as intense and fulfilling yet it also feels different. Having a son warms my soul. This mama’s so glad you’re my lil’ lad.
You arrived on January 7, 2012 just 31 minutes before the clock struck to ring in another day. And your arrival was essentially effortless in the final stage, as with a few swift pushes you were out and greeting the night. I glimpsed at daddy, his eyes moist and joyful. My own eyes dripped tears of delight and relief at the sound of your cry and the sight of your face. Since we didn’t know your gender beforehand, the doc proudly showcased your privates so I could soak in the pleasure of knowing my son was finally here. It was a beautiful moment, and knowing that it will probably be my last time to enjoy a birthing experience, I relished your emergence even more.
It’s no secret from those that know your sister since she was a wee babe that the resemblance between you two is certainly present. From features to manners, it is fun to watch you and uncover the similarities of what I experienced with Jillian as a newborn. To honor this lovely likeness, I sifted through some old photos that reveal comparisons of you and your sister. I also threw in a couple pics pertaining to yours truly as well as our family in order to contrast the then and now.
Welcome to the world, Reid Matthew. (And happy 4-week birthday tomorrow!)
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
no more monkey business allowed!
Dear Jillian...
Adorably captured on November 23. You tell 'em, Jill!
Love,
Mommy
Adorably captured on November 23. You tell 'em, Jill!
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
fun (and not-so-fun) moments
Dear Jillian…
It’s 2:20, and you’ve finally fallen asleep for your afternoon nap.
(Still love to watch you sleep...)
No more crawling like a critter under the computer desk and through my legs. No more incessant pleas of “hellllp” to cut up your wooden, green pepper. No more turning on the Vornado aimed directly at me on this chilly 36 degree day.
Your vigor and verve are VERY adorable, but not all the time. And not for an hour straight.
Your nap time is mommy’s break time. And I am fully soaking up this quietude to write a letter jam-packed with all the fun (and not-so-fun) moments we’ve shared these past few weeks.
Let’s first back up to mid-November, when leaves blanketed our lawn, but the weather was still pleasantly placid. We ventured to Monkey Joe’s, a fun-filled inflatable play center. This was your second visit to this arena with the first time being less than successful, due to your nervous-Nelly nature. With exposure to FMC’s Fall Fest bounce house a month earlier, you were quite prepared for this collection of bounce houses. And while growing a bit taller would behoove you for climbing, you made mighty fine work of daddy’s ‘lift and push’ to tackle those hard-to-reach places. We had a fantastic time and, of course, you threw a fit when it was time to go. Parents = stoppers of fun. Wah wah.
The following week deemed to be a busy one with Thanksgiving and activities the day after. We hosted my cousin, Dan, and his family for dinner Thursday evening. Daddy tended to the turkey and delivered a tasty bird to feast on. We delighted in fixings such as pumpkin bisque, rosemary bread with sea salt, harvest grain bread, mixed greens with candied nuts, stuffing, green bean casserole (your new favorite phrase), roasted potatoes with carrots, pumpkin swirl cake, mint chocolate squares, sparkling cider, and wine (for those less pregnant than I). Simply delectable…and we’re still eating leftovers.
For Black Friday, we decided to NOT go shopping. Oh wait…we’re not into this Day After Thanksgiving tradition anyway. Hence, we had plenty of time to cruise down southwest of Indy to Bloomington, home of the cream and crimson. We visited IU, and while neither daddy nor I are avid Hoosier fans, the campus was scenic and serene and splendid. I can now fully attest the notion that this campus is indeed beautiful. (And now we've seen the Showalter fountain that everyone asks us about!) The weather was absolutely gorgeous making our nearly 3-hour trek around the town even more enjoyable.
After a rest period back at home, we ventured to the Circle of Lights extravaganza in downtown Indy. Floods of folks flocked around the Indiana Soldiers and Sailors Monument to watch over 4,500 colored lights come to life. Since this was our first visit to the event, we didn’t know what to expect. But we plopped ourselves on a grassy patch in front of the Christ Church Cathedral and enjoyed the view.
Yes, it was all a wonderful time, but we had no idea how a wicked incident would further shake up the next week.
On Thanksgiving night, I attempted to lift you up in the process of getting ready for bedtime. Unknowingly, your feet got hooked under the sofa’s armrest, and you didn’t budge as I tried to heave you upward. First mistake. I immediately felt a muscle pull in my lower back, but managed to hoist you onto my hip and carry you upstairs. The following day, I felt the strain. I walked a little slower than usual and changed positions a little more gingerly, but my mobility was intact. I was just a slow-poke preggo.
I was put on-call for work come Monday, which was a blessing in disguise. My back was more tender than I anticipated, and the thought of working 12 hours straight with a dull, achy backside was less than appealing. Next comes Tuesday, with you at daycare to provide a smooth transition between me and my various appointments. “Perhaps I should try and vacuum while I have the house to myself,” I bargain. Second mistake.
By the time I neared the last few steps down on the staircase with the vacuum, my back was throbbing. Seeing the swirling tornados of Caesar’s hair tufts fueled me to ignore the searing discomfort and chug along with vacuum in hand. With a dentist appointment next on the to-do list, I finished the main level and headed out into the rainy, dreary day.
While in the dentist chair, the hygienist was chipper and chomping at the bit to ask me all about my pregnancy. As she lowered the chair into its horizontal position, my back seized and locked in agony. It was all I could do to curb a blood-curdling scream. She instantly noted the grimace on my face, her eyes spewing worry, but as soon as I was supine and in the slightest Trendelenburg position, my tension eased. Throughout the exam, she often asked how I was doing, and all I could muster was, “I’m okay.” (In the back of my mind, I’m thinking, “If you put me into labor, lady, you’re going down!” (And the only reason I’m thinking this, by the way, is because I went into labor with you on the same day as a dentist appointment in November two years ago.)
I survived the dental inspection, but not without phoning daddy afterwards in the car and leaving a long-winded, on-the-brink-of-tears message. Onto the next appointment, but not without grabbing a bite to eat. Oh, how that turned out to be, you guessed it…third mistake.
My haircut at Aveda was in forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to spare, right? Oy. Once I sank heavily into a bench with my toasty warm, jalapeno, Auntie Anne’s pretzel, I should’ve been in heaven already, right? Oy. I couldn’t call my OB’s office fast enough to reschedule my Thursday appointment for tomorrow. “The soonest available. Puh-lease!” No, this back pain was not going away. It was getting worse by the minute. Wouldn’t you know it…eating my trusted carbs and drowning it with a hefty cup o' water was putting me on the necessary road to a restroom. Lovely.
But. Oh. My. Word.
I could barely walk. I was a snail. A pregnant snail avoiding onlookers wondering if I was going to a) shuffle along any slower, b) pass out, or c) have a baby right then and there.
Long story short? I don’t know how I managed to get through my haircut. Or why I even decided it was worth it to stick around. My eyes cracked open the waterworks once my sloppy, rain-soaked self crawled into the driver’s seat in the mall parking lot. Phone call #2 to daddy. With an appointment to meet him downtown at your daycare within the hour, I realized the impossibility of this due to my current state of unhinged, maddening pain. Again, I left a nearly breathless message and drove home.
Back at home, reclined on the sofa in a motionless side-lying position, I tried to focus on my fear.
{{Was I in labor?}}
The painful back labor I endured with you, m’dear, felt all too similar to this sharp, throbbing pain plaguing my lower backside. And in my frenzied state-of-mind, it was too difficult to tell the difference. After phoning daddy at least 5 more times, he finally returned my phone call, heard the L-word, and hurried home.
Another long story short? It wasn’t labor. Even though I landed us in the hospital for a couple hours, I was relieved that baby was well and wouldn’t be making an appearance at 32 weeks. My pain, however, was unrelieved. By Vicodin (Obtained by my triage visit). By Dilaudid and Flexeril. (Obtained by my OB visit.) Even by just resting. My pain, apparently, was from back spasms or cramps. And these spasms, apparently, could happen even when I was stick still. Wow, I had really outdone myself. Back labor was beginning to feel like a piece of cake compared to this distress. Speaking of cake, I didn’t have any cake on my birthday, but I suffered at least 20 back spasms that day. Happy F&@K!#G birthday! (Please pardon my extreme distaste for back spasms, in general, on a supposedly festive day.)
Here I am…nearly two weeks after it all started. And I survived. You survived. Daddy survived. Your daddy did more than survive; he excelled at daddyhood. He wins the Father of the Year award for taking such good care of you and I. And despite the future, inevitable, not-so-fun times together, I hope I can look back on this one day, share a jolly laugh (maybe), and be grateful that we have each other to carry us through our hardships.
(Father of the Year and moi on December 3)
For now, I’m just glad to be able to hold you again. Carefully, of course. ;)
Love,
Mommy
It’s 2:20, and you’ve finally fallen asleep for your afternoon nap.
No more crawling like a critter under the computer desk and through my legs. No more incessant pleas of “hellllp” to cut up your wooden, green pepper. No more turning on the Vornado aimed directly at me on this chilly 36 degree day.
Your vigor and verve are VERY adorable, but not all the time. And not for an hour straight.
Your nap time is mommy’s break time. And I am fully soaking up this quietude to write a letter jam-packed with all the fun (and not-so-fun) moments we’ve shared these past few weeks.
Let’s first back up to mid-November, when leaves blanketed our lawn, but the weather was still pleasantly placid. We ventured to Monkey Joe’s, a fun-filled inflatable play center. This was your second visit to this arena with the first time being less than successful, due to your nervous-Nelly nature. With exposure to FMC’s Fall Fest bounce house a month earlier, you were quite prepared for this collection of bounce houses. And while growing a bit taller would behoove you for climbing, you made mighty fine work of daddy’s ‘lift and push’ to tackle those hard-to-reach places. We had a fantastic time and, of course, you threw a fit when it was time to go. Parents = stoppers of fun. Wah wah.
The following week deemed to be a busy one with Thanksgiving and activities the day after. We hosted my cousin, Dan, and his family for dinner Thursday evening. Daddy tended to the turkey and delivered a tasty bird to feast on. We delighted in fixings such as pumpkin bisque, rosemary bread with sea salt, harvest grain bread, mixed greens with candied nuts, stuffing, green bean casserole (your new favorite phrase), roasted potatoes with carrots, pumpkin swirl cake, mint chocolate squares, sparkling cider, and wine (for those less pregnant than I). Simply delectable…and we’re still eating leftovers.
For Black Friday, we decided to NOT go shopping. Oh wait…we’re not into this Day After Thanksgiving tradition anyway. Hence, we had plenty of time to cruise down southwest of Indy to Bloomington, home of the cream and crimson. We visited IU, and while neither daddy nor I are avid Hoosier fans, the campus was scenic and serene and splendid. I can now fully attest the notion that this campus is indeed beautiful. (And now we've seen the Showalter fountain that everyone asks us about!) The weather was absolutely gorgeous making our nearly 3-hour trek around the town even more enjoyable.
After a rest period back at home, we ventured to the Circle of Lights extravaganza in downtown Indy. Floods of folks flocked around the Indiana Soldiers and Sailors Monument to watch over 4,500 colored lights come to life. Since this was our first visit to the event, we didn’t know what to expect. But we plopped ourselves on a grassy patch in front of the Christ Church Cathedral and enjoyed the view.
Yes, it was all a wonderful time, but we had no idea how a wicked incident would further shake up the next week.
On Thanksgiving night, I attempted to lift you up in the process of getting ready for bedtime. Unknowingly, your feet got hooked under the sofa’s armrest, and you didn’t budge as I tried to heave you upward. First mistake. I immediately felt a muscle pull in my lower back, but managed to hoist you onto my hip and carry you upstairs. The following day, I felt the strain. I walked a little slower than usual and changed positions a little more gingerly, but my mobility was intact. I was just a slow-poke preggo.
I was put on-call for work come Monday, which was a blessing in disguise. My back was more tender than I anticipated, and the thought of working 12 hours straight with a dull, achy backside was less than appealing. Next comes Tuesday, with you at daycare to provide a smooth transition between me and my various appointments. “Perhaps I should try and vacuum while I have the house to myself,” I bargain. Second mistake.
By the time I neared the last few steps down on the staircase with the vacuum, my back was throbbing. Seeing the swirling tornados of Caesar’s hair tufts fueled me to ignore the searing discomfort and chug along with vacuum in hand. With a dentist appointment next on the to-do list, I finished the main level and headed out into the rainy, dreary day.
While in the dentist chair, the hygienist was chipper and chomping at the bit to ask me all about my pregnancy. As she lowered the chair into its horizontal position, my back seized and locked in agony. It was all I could do to curb a blood-curdling scream. She instantly noted the grimace on my face, her eyes spewing worry, but as soon as I was supine and in the slightest Trendelenburg position, my tension eased. Throughout the exam, she often asked how I was doing, and all I could muster was, “I’m okay.” (In the back of my mind, I’m thinking, “If you put me into labor, lady, you’re going down!” (And the only reason I’m thinking this, by the way, is because I went into labor with you on the same day as a dentist appointment in November two years ago.)
I survived the dental inspection, but not without phoning daddy afterwards in the car and leaving a long-winded, on-the-brink-of-tears message. Onto the next appointment, but not without grabbing a bite to eat. Oh, how that turned out to be, you guessed it…third mistake.
My haircut at Aveda was in forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to spare, right? Oy. Once I sank heavily into a bench with my toasty warm, jalapeno, Auntie Anne’s pretzel, I should’ve been in heaven already, right? Oy. I couldn’t call my OB’s office fast enough to reschedule my Thursday appointment for tomorrow. “The soonest available. Puh-lease!” No, this back pain was not going away. It was getting worse by the minute. Wouldn’t you know it…eating my trusted carbs and drowning it with a hefty cup o' water was putting me on the necessary road to a restroom. Lovely.
But. Oh. My. Word.
I could barely walk. I was a snail. A pregnant snail avoiding onlookers wondering if I was going to a) shuffle along any slower, b) pass out, or c) have a baby right then and there.
Long story short? I don’t know how I managed to get through my haircut. Or why I even decided it was worth it to stick around. My eyes cracked open the waterworks once my sloppy, rain-soaked self crawled into the driver’s seat in the mall parking lot. Phone call #2 to daddy. With an appointment to meet him downtown at your daycare within the hour, I realized the impossibility of this due to my current state of unhinged, maddening pain. Again, I left a nearly breathless message and drove home.
Back at home, reclined on the sofa in a motionless side-lying position, I tried to focus on my fear.
{{Was I in labor?}}
The painful back labor I endured with you, m’dear, felt all too similar to this sharp, throbbing pain plaguing my lower backside. And in my frenzied state-of-mind, it was too difficult to tell the difference. After phoning daddy at least 5 more times, he finally returned my phone call, heard the L-word, and hurried home.
Another long story short? It wasn’t labor. Even though I landed us in the hospital for a couple hours, I was relieved that baby was well and wouldn’t be making an appearance at 32 weeks. My pain, however, was unrelieved. By Vicodin (Obtained by my triage visit). By Dilaudid and Flexeril. (Obtained by my OB visit.) Even by just resting. My pain, apparently, was from back spasms or cramps. And these spasms, apparently, could happen even when I was stick still. Wow, I had really outdone myself. Back labor was beginning to feel like a piece of cake compared to this distress. Speaking of cake, I didn’t have any cake on my birthday, but I suffered at least 20 back spasms that day. Happy F&@K!#G birthday! (Please pardon my extreme distaste for back spasms, in general, on a supposedly festive day.)
Here I am…nearly two weeks after it all started. And I survived. You survived. Daddy survived. Your daddy did more than survive; he excelled at daddyhood. He wins the Father of the Year award for taking such good care of you and I. And despite the future, inevitable, not-so-fun times together, I hope I can look back on this one day, share a jolly laugh (maybe), and be grateful that we have each other to carry us through our hardships.
For now, I’m just glad to be able to hold you again. Carefully, of course. ;)
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, November 17, 2011
2!
Dear Jillian...
A week ago, you - our terrific tot - turned 2! Cheers to this next year!
Cupcake-eating champion!!
Shyly singing "Happy birthday to you..." Sweetness at its best!
Just more proof that you're growing up...
We love you,
Mama & Daddy
A week ago, you - our terrific tot - turned 2! Cheers to this next year!
We love you,
Mama & Daddy
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
pumpkin
Dear Jillian…
Oh, what fun we had last night, gallivanting around the neighborhood, with you in festive costume and trick-or-treating spirit. This Halloween was your first time to dress up and go door-to-door exuding charm and cutie pie-ness. I can’t count how many folks ooohed and ahhhed at your petite, pumpkin outfit. The best part is when they spotted your shoe coverings as you trotted off. Somehow, that completed the look!
I can’t fib by saying it was all frolicking fun. Some things that kept you on your toes included: a 3-foot, scary spider hanging by one’s door; a sidewalk lit with glowing, skeletal hands; a prankster’s live hand in the candy box; a gentleman’s startling mask; and a skull-topped ghost on a light post. We hope these various spooky elements don’t dampen your anticipation for next year’s Halloween outing. I’m sure it won’t though as I’ve never seen you so quick to knock on a door and take a handful of candy without a second thought. You’ve become a trick-or-treating pro!
Since daddy and I are not ones to give you much candy, we eased you into your saccharine consumption. A fun-size bag of Skittles and M&M’s sealed the deal for a night worthy of all your hard work.
And while we plan to give you some treats every now and then, I’m sure pregnant mommy’s sweet tooth will be working extra hard to share with you and not use the excuse, “Oh, baby would love this [insert candy here.] ;)
Can’t wait ‘til next year, pumpkin…
Love,
Mommy
Oh, what fun we had last night, gallivanting around the neighborhood, with you in festive costume and trick-or-treating spirit. This Halloween was your first time to dress up and go door-to-door exuding charm and cutie pie-ness. I can’t count how many folks ooohed and ahhhed at your petite, pumpkin outfit. The best part is when they spotted your shoe coverings as you trotted off. Somehow, that completed the look!
I can’t fib by saying it was all frolicking fun. Some things that kept you on your toes included: a 3-foot, scary spider hanging by one’s door; a sidewalk lit with glowing, skeletal hands; a prankster’s live hand in the candy box; a gentleman’s startling mask; and a skull-topped ghost on a light post. We hope these various spooky elements don’t dampen your anticipation for next year’s Halloween outing. I’m sure it won’t though as I’ve never seen you so quick to knock on a door and take a handful of candy without a second thought. You’ve become a trick-or-treating pro!
Since daddy and I are not ones to give you much candy, we eased you into your saccharine consumption. A fun-size bag of Skittles and M&M’s sealed the deal for a night worthy of all your hard work.
And while we plan to give you some treats every now and then, I’m sure pregnant mommy’s sweet tooth will be working extra hard to share with you and not use the excuse, “Oh, baby would love this [insert candy here.] ;)
Can’t wait ‘til next year, pumpkin…
Love,
Mommy
Monday, October 24, 2011
ZooBoo
Dear Jillian…
What do a pumpkin and monkey have in common? They are best buds…in this case. You and Maisie fearlessly trotted the walkways of the zoo on Sunday afternoon amidst ghosts, goblins, and ghouls. ZooBoo was a hit! And how adorable were you two?! Take a look…
Love,
Mommy
What do a pumpkin and monkey have in common? They are best buds…in this case. You and Maisie fearlessly trotted the walkways of the zoo on Sunday afternoon amidst ghosts, goblins, and ghouls. ZooBoo was a hit! And how adorable were you two?! Take a look…
Love,
Mommy
Octoberfest
Dear Jillian…
This past weekend was jam-packed with activity for us all. You even spent time with your best gal-pal, Maisie, two days in a row. What a treat!
Octoberfest took place at the Showalter abode on Saturday night. It was a simply perfect evening weather-wise, and the company and food couldn’t have been more superb. I guess I had so much fun that I forgot to take pictures during the event itself. But here’s a look pre-party…
(That darn, fake spider frightened you to tears the night before. Thankfully, you watched Maisie touch it without any inhibition the following night and earned some points in bravery by doing so yourself. Bravo!)
Love,
Mommy
This past weekend was jam-packed with activity for us all. You even spent time with your best gal-pal, Maisie, two days in a row. What a treat!
Octoberfest took place at the Showalter abode on Saturday night. It was a simply perfect evening weather-wise, and the company and food couldn’t have been more superb. I guess I had so much fun that I forgot to take pictures during the event itself. But here’s a look pre-party…
(That darn, fake spider frightened you to tears the night before. Thankfully, you watched Maisie touch it without any inhibition the following night and earned some points in bravery by doing so yourself. Bravo!)
Love,
Mommy
superball
Dear Jillian…
I couldn’t just let October slip by without a single letter to you. Off and on today, I’ve steadily crafted video montages and picture collages to capture the memories of this festive, fall month. Needless to say, it has made my heart happy to scroll through your pig-tailed and pumpkin-sporting photos.
Mid-month, we ventured to our church’s Fall Festival. The highlight for you? The Bounce House, of course! You could not have exuberated more glee and gusto during your personal jumping jamboree.
It goes without saying that you also enjoyed a high-flying time, swinging on daddy’s lap in the loving clutches of his arms...
Love,
Mommy
I couldn’t just let October slip by without a single letter to you. Off and on today, I’ve steadily crafted video montages and picture collages to capture the memories of this festive, fall month. Needless to say, it has made my heart happy to scroll through your pig-tailed and pumpkin-sporting photos.
Mid-month, we ventured to our church’s Fall Festival. The highlight for you? The Bounce House, of course! You could not have exuberated more glee and gusto during your personal jumping jamboree.
It goes without saying that you also enjoyed a high-flying time, swinging on daddy’s lap in the loving clutches of his arms...
Love,
Mommy
Monday, September 19, 2011
beyond this Earth and into the Heavens
Dear Jillian…
A dear person to mommy’s heart passed away this past Friday. Your great-grandpa Stuckey’s life now extends beyond this Earth and into the Heavens. You watched me cry Friday evening, not understanding why or what to do. And I wish for you to not feel as I do, but I know that one day Death will take away someone you love. I can only hope to be there for you. Hug you. Kiss you. Comfort you.
Little did you know that you were able to comfort me, too. Just looking into my eyes. Resting your head on my knees. Smiling my hurt away. You may never fully grasp what a magnificent man my grandfather was, but I will not miss an opportunity to share stories and photos of his time together with us.
I will miss Grandpa’s blue eyes, but I’m grateful your eyes remind me of his. I will miss his warm hugs, but I hope to hug you and others just as lovingly as he did. I will miss his steadfast prayers to ‘Guide us throughout this day’, but our daily prayers will carry on that adage. I will miss him, but I’m assured he will always be with us.
This is my tribute to your great-grandfather and his unconditional love for you. For me.
For all of us…
Love,
Mommy
A dear person to mommy’s heart passed away this past Friday. Your great-grandpa Stuckey’s life now extends beyond this Earth and into the Heavens. You watched me cry Friday evening, not understanding why or what to do. And I wish for you to not feel as I do, but I know that one day Death will take away someone you love. I can only hope to be there for you. Hug you. Kiss you. Comfort you.
Little did you know that you were able to comfort me, too. Just looking into my eyes. Resting your head on my knees. Smiling my hurt away. You may never fully grasp what a magnificent man my grandfather was, but I will not miss an opportunity to share stories and photos of his time together with us.
I will miss Grandpa’s blue eyes, but I’m grateful your eyes remind me of his. I will miss his warm hugs, but I hope to hug you and others just as lovingly as he did. I will miss his steadfast prayers to ‘Guide us throughout this day’, but our daily prayers will carry on that adage. I will miss him, but I’m assured he will always be with us.
This is my tribute to your great-grandfather and his unconditional love for you. For me.
For all of us…
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
diaper digger
Dear Jillian…
Sometimes, you make me want to yank my hair out. Sometimes, you make me want to yell my lungs out. Sometimes, you make me want to yawn my lethargy out. But you always make me want to yield, take a few deep breaths, and realize how lucky I am to have you as my daughter.
Amidst all the times I can be frustrated with you and your almost-two-year-old antics, your playful smile wins me over nearly every time. Grandpa & Grandma Showalter are just smitten with you and your playful smile, too, as evidenced by our time up north over Labor Day weekend.
We arrived just before 9pm on Friday night, welcomed by a hearty dinner complete with sparkling apple juice for mommy’s tum tum. The next morning, a trip to some local farms stocked the grocery bags with fresh produce and flowers. One of the markets we visited boasted a petting farm with goats, ponies, donkeys, and cows. You were not keen on getting too close, but eyed the rest of us as we patted and stroked the nuzzling animals.
For the afternoon, daddy and I trekked off to the 1st home Michigan football game of the season. Warm, sultry sunrays sizzled the backs of our necks as we cheered on the Wolverines to a halftime lead.
Parched with thirst, we headed to the lower deck in search of some beverages. Between a toilet stop and an unsuccessful hunt for some lemon ice, we just managed to squeeze under an overhang while waiting in line for Coca-Colas. Big, juicy raindrops tumbled from the sky, and at one point, we gazed at the sheet of rain drenching fans going to and fro. With the threat of further rain, we heard grumbles from fans deciding to exit early, but daddy and I decided to stay. The rainstorm ended, and the sun peeked through windows of rolling clouds. We enjoyed some fast and furious MI football as they extended the lead in the 3rd quarter…but not without the raindrops plunking down once again. Daddy and I retreated to the upper level to walk under shelter where we ran into none other than…Dan Lanctot! (This was daddy’s 4-year roomie in college.) We chatted with Dan and his family before we decided it was time to venture into the thunderstorm to make our way home. The rain unleashed just a block away from the car, and unfortunately, Grandpa Hollis’ socks and such became soaked, too, as he ran to meet us at the car. Whew! Nothing like a cold drizzle to change the weather for the day!
Our plans to dine out changed midway through the drive that evening as lightening sparkled against the black sky. A cozy homemade dinner hit the spot, as did the slices of pie-licious goodness we devoured later on.
Sunday morning was easy, breezy, and sneezy (at least for me.) We had the windows open during the night to let the cool night air waft through the house. Needless to say, the allergens accompanied the coolness and settled not-so-nicely into my nasal passages. Blech!
At church, I ran into another acquaintance—Josh Suderman. He attended high school with me, and he knew who I was just as quickly as I recognized him. We conversed after the service, exchanging introductions of family members and professions. With only two years left of medical school for him, I bragged about Indy as a future hot spot for work to which his intrigue already manifested. Hey, at least he’d know someone here, and his daughter is just two months younger than you, Miss J!
Our next stop was Mudpuddles in Kerrytown. Grandma Marty wanted you to have a test run on a Glider Rider. While you did your best, you weren’t quite ready to control this type of bike. In a few months, who knows?! Christmas time may be glider time!
At Leland’s new condo, we feasted on summer fixins’ before lazing in the living room to watch you, my lil’ drummer. You gleefully pounded away on Leland’s oversized drum until naptime.
Tucked into the guest room, you finally fell asleep while the rest of us lounged. After nearly two hours, daddy approached your room to wake you up. Enter in the smell, and then, the unsightly evidence. Shame on you, Miss J. You are a bona fide Diaper Digger! Grrrrrr. This is neither the first time this has happened nor will it probably be the last…but nothing irks mommy and daddy more than when you fling your excrement around the room. Gee Are Oh Double Ess. GROSS! Needless to say, we scooped your poop into a towel and stripped you down to a fresh diaper. Bath #2, coming your way!
An evening dinner at Shalimar Indian restaurant in downtown Ann Arbor ended what was, for the most part, a splendid day. I withdrew to the bedroom soon after arriving back home due to my sniffling sinuses and heavy headache. This poor mommy was letting those crummy allergens get the best of me.
Labor Day was rather uneventful. I slumbered most of the day, even during the 4-hour drive back to Indy. I tucked you into bed soon after 7pm while I slipped under covers at 8pm. And it was mostly a sleepless night, despite the Tylenol and Benadryl bedtime cocktail. Alas, my bleary, weary body is home today, voiding work and wakefulness to welcome respite and restfulness.
My gratitude to all for a wonderful weekend! But now I’m off to Dreamland for the afternoon….
Love,
“Under the weather” Mommy
Sometimes, you make me want to yank my hair out. Sometimes, you make me want to yell my lungs out. Sometimes, you make me want to yawn my lethargy out. But you always make me want to yield, take a few deep breaths, and realize how lucky I am to have you as my daughter.
Amidst all the times I can be frustrated with you and your almost-two-year-old antics, your playful smile wins me over nearly every time. Grandpa & Grandma Showalter are just smitten with you and your playful smile, too, as evidenced by our time up north over Labor Day weekend.
We arrived just before 9pm on Friday night, welcomed by a hearty dinner complete with sparkling apple juice for mommy’s tum tum. The next morning, a trip to some local farms stocked the grocery bags with fresh produce and flowers. One of the markets we visited boasted a petting farm with goats, ponies, donkeys, and cows. You were not keen on getting too close, but eyed the rest of us as we patted and stroked the nuzzling animals.
For the afternoon, daddy and I trekked off to the 1st home Michigan football game of the season. Warm, sultry sunrays sizzled the backs of our necks as we cheered on the Wolverines to a halftime lead.
Parched with thirst, we headed to the lower deck in search of some beverages. Between a toilet stop and an unsuccessful hunt for some lemon ice, we just managed to squeeze under an overhang while waiting in line for Coca-Colas. Big, juicy raindrops tumbled from the sky, and at one point, we gazed at the sheet of rain drenching fans going to and fro. With the threat of further rain, we heard grumbles from fans deciding to exit early, but daddy and I decided to stay. The rainstorm ended, and the sun peeked through windows of rolling clouds. We enjoyed some fast and furious MI football as they extended the lead in the 3rd quarter…but not without the raindrops plunking down once again. Daddy and I retreated to the upper level to walk under shelter where we ran into none other than…Dan Lanctot! (This was daddy’s 4-year roomie in college.) We chatted with Dan and his family before we decided it was time to venture into the thunderstorm to make our way home. The rain unleashed just a block away from the car, and unfortunately, Grandpa Hollis’ socks and such became soaked, too, as he ran to meet us at the car. Whew! Nothing like a cold drizzle to change the weather for the day!
Our plans to dine out changed midway through the drive that evening as lightening sparkled against the black sky. A cozy homemade dinner hit the spot, as did the slices of pie-licious goodness we devoured later on.
Sunday morning was easy, breezy, and sneezy (at least for me.) We had the windows open during the night to let the cool night air waft through the house. Needless to say, the allergens accompanied the coolness and settled not-so-nicely into my nasal passages. Blech!
At church, I ran into another acquaintance—Josh Suderman. He attended high school with me, and he knew who I was just as quickly as I recognized him. We conversed after the service, exchanging introductions of family members and professions. With only two years left of medical school for him, I bragged about Indy as a future hot spot for work to which his intrigue already manifested. Hey, at least he’d know someone here, and his daughter is just two months younger than you, Miss J!
Our next stop was Mudpuddles in Kerrytown. Grandma Marty wanted you to have a test run on a Glider Rider. While you did your best, you weren’t quite ready to control this type of bike. In a few months, who knows?! Christmas time may be glider time!
At Leland’s new condo, we feasted on summer fixins’ before lazing in the living room to watch you, my lil’ drummer. You gleefully pounded away on Leland’s oversized drum until naptime.
Tucked into the guest room, you finally fell asleep while the rest of us lounged. After nearly two hours, daddy approached your room to wake you up. Enter in the smell, and then, the unsightly evidence. Shame on you, Miss J. You are a bona fide Diaper Digger! Grrrrrr. This is neither the first time this has happened nor will it probably be the last…but nothing irks mommy and daddy more than when you fling your excrement around the room. Gee Are Oh Double Ess. GROSS! Needless to say, we scooped your poop into a towel and stripped you down to a fresh diaper. Bath #2, coming your way!
An evening dinner at Shalimar Indian restaurant in downtown Ann Arbor ended what was, for the most part, a splendid day. I withdrew to the bedroom soon after arriving back home due to my sniffling sinuses and heavy headache. This poor mommy was letting those crummy allergens get the best of me.
Labor Day was rather uneventful. I slumbered most of the day, even during the 4-hour drive back to Indy. I tucked you into bed soon after 7pm while I slipped under covers at 8pm. And it was mostly a sleepless night, despite the Tylenol and Benadryl bedtime cocktail. Alas, my bleary, weary body is home today, voiding work and wakefulness to welcome respite and restfulness.
My gratitude to all for a wonderful weekend! But now I’m off to Dreamland for the afternoon….
Love,
“Under the weather” Mommy
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
next lil' peanut
Dear Jillian…
This morning, the sun’s beams cascade through a window, splashing onto the floor. A breeze slips through an open doorway with a pup peering behind the glass. Echoes of giggles and beanbag rustling drift up the staircase. This is the morning scene as I plant myself before the glowing box and clicking keys to script another letter to you. I am beyond ready for autumn to arrive, and today’s outlook is a beautiful reminder of what’s to come. Soon, the leaves will be swinging and swaying down to the ground, providing ample space for the sunlight to flood our home. Soon, we can freely leave the door open to welcome the brisk air, and Caesar can spy all the bustle of the neighborhood. Soon, the fall season will be upon us, complete with simmering soups, fan-cheering football, and cozy cardigans. Have I mentioned how ready I am?
I am also ready to be at the halfway mark of carrying your baby brother or sister to the due date. Due date, schmoo date. You entered this world almost 4 weeks early so I have no idea what to expect for this next lil’ peanut. A healthy pregnancy and baby are on the wish list, for sure! As for whether the baby is a brother or sister to you, it will remain unbeknownst to us until the arrival day. And the surprise will be well worth it!
I ordered some pants upon a recommendation of a patient I cared for, as she was already donning them. They’re made of bamboo and look ultra comfy, which means they will probably become part of my daily wardrobe. Oh, the joy of gaining weight. Why not be absolutely comfortable while housing a special someone?! Please come soon, dear pants. My belly is expanding beyond my control!
And I’ve talked about the baby in my belly with you. I point to my tummy and exclaim, “There’s a baby in here! You’re going to be a big sister.” And to this, you continue to kick (I mean, bestow “love pats”) to my mid-region while I give you a diaper change. I can see how much this future sibling means to you.
With our family increasing in size, daddy and I have steadily been engaged in room configuration plans and seeking out a bed maker. That’s right—in our nine years of marriage, we have never owned a bed frame, and now seems like the perfect time to have a custom bed made. Hmmmm. With a baby on the way and needing to shuffle furniture into different rooms, yes…perfect timing. I kid you, but hey, I’m excited that we’ve found someone to make our unique bed. Perhaps we can really start concentrating on creating our bedroom into an oasis since, right now, it’s my least favorite room in the house. Step by step, it will come around one day, and I’ll be happy to spend time there other than snoooooozing.
For now, I get to focus on making your new bedroom into a little girl’s oasis. Oh, the possibilities…
Love,
Mommy
A father-daughter duo...
I just want to smooch that big, ol' belly...
Your best senior-high girlfriends. Now they're off to college...
Your new, sparkly baby cons...
Adoring you in your cush spot...
This morning, the sun’s beams cascade through a window, splashing onto the floor. A breeze slips through an open doorway with a pup peering behind the glass. Echoes of giggles and beanbag rustling drift up the staircase. This is the morning scene as I plant myself before the glowing box and clicking keys to script another letter to you. I am beyond ready for autumn to arrive, and today’s outlook is a beautiful reminder of what’s to come. Soon, the leaves will be swinging and swaying down to the ground, providing ample space for the sunlight to flood our home. Soon, we can freely leave the door open to welcome the brisk air, and Caesar can spy all the bustle of the neighborhood. Soon, the fall season will be upon us, complete with simmering soups, fan-cheering football, and cozy cardigans. Have I mentioned how ready I am?
I am also ready to be at the halfway mark of carrying your baby brother or sister to the due date. Due date, schmoo date. You entered this world almost 4 weeks early so I have no idea what to expect for this next lil’ peanut. A healthy pregnancy and baby are on the wish list, for sure! As for whether the baby is a brother or sister to you, it will remain unbeknownst to us until the arrival day. And the surprise will be well worth it!
I ordered some pants upon a recommendation of a patient I cared for, as she was already donning them. They’re made of bamboo and look ultra comfy, which means they will probably become part of my daily wardrobe. Oh, the joy of gaining weight. Why not be absolutely comfortable while housing a special someone?! Please come soon, dear pants. My belly is expanding beyond my control!
And I’ve talked about the baby in my belly with you. I point to my tummy and exclaim, “There’s a baby in here! You’re going to be a big sister.” And to this, you continue to kick (I mean, bestow “love pats”) to my mid-region while I give you a diaper change. I can see how much this future sibling means to you.
With our family increasing in size, daddy and I have steadily been engaged in room configuration plans and seeking out a bed maker. That’s right—in our nine years of marriage, we have never owned a bed frame, and now seems like the perfect time to have a custom bed made. Hmmmm. With a baby on the way and needing to shuffle furniture into different rooms, yes…perfect timing. I kid you, but hey, I’m excited that we’ve found someone to make our unique bed. Perhaps we can really start concentrating on creating our bedroom into an oasis since, right now, it’s my least favorite room in the house. Step by step, it will come around one day, and I’ll be happy to spend time there other than snoooooozing.
For now, I get to focus on making your new bedroom into a little girl’s oasis. Oh, the possibilities…
Love,
Mommy
I just want to smooch that big, ol' belly...
Your best senior-high girlfriends. Now they're off to college...
Your new, sparkly baby cons...
Adoring you in your cush spot...
Monday, August 15, 2011
birthday boy
Dear Jillian…
Yesterday was your beloved daddy’s birthday. The big 3-1! He ended up surprising ME with the dinner plans and kept me guessing ‘til the end. But once the MINI rounded the corner towards the Eagle Creek Reservoir, suspense unveiled the secret. Yay! Rick’s Café Boatyard was on the horizon, set against a beautifully glowing sun and sparkling waters. What a perfect setting to celebrate an evening with someone dear to us both. My love. Your daddy.
With a feast of steak (for the birthday boy) and crab cakes, dessert was out of the question by the time dinner ended. Both of us began slithering into a food-induced coma, sinking lower and lower into the window-side booth. I thought for sure that daddy would need to unbutton his pants, but we managed to escape with all buttons and clothing fully secured. Taking a stroll down to the waterside gazebo, we enjoyed the view, making us feel as if the city were miles upon miles away. Nothing like a great span of water in the countryside to do just that!
Heading back home, I was still bothered by the lack of dessert for the evening. And not for me—for HIM! How can one celebrate a birthday without indulging the sweet tooth?! Because we could not even fit a wafer-thin bite of sweetness into our engorged bellies (ahem… mine more so!), daddy decided a trip to The Flying Cupcake later this week would satisfy all parties, including you! Hence, daddy will have some birthday sugar, even if it is 48 hours later.
It’s a happy ending after all…
Love,
Mommy
(click photos to enlarge)
Yesterday was your beloved daddy’s birthday. The big 3-1! He ended up surprising ME with the dinner plans and kept me guessing ‘til the end. But once the MINI rounded the corner towards the Eagle Creek Reservoir, suspense unveiled the secret. Yay! Rick’s Café Boatyard was on the horizon, set against a beautifully glowing sun and sparkling waters. What a perfect setting to celebrate an evening with someone dear to us both. My love. Your daddy.
With a feast of steak (for the birthday boy) and crab cakes, dessert was out of the question by the time dinner ended. Both of us began slithering into a food-induced coma, sinking lower and lower into the window-side booth. I thought for sure that daddy would need to unbutton his pants, but we managed to escape with all buttons and clothing fully secured. Taking a stroll down to the waterside gazebo, we enjoyed the view, making us feel as if the city were miles upon miles away. Nothing like a great span of water in the countryside to do just that!
Heading back home, I was still bothered by the lack of dessert for the evening. And not for me—for HIM! How can one celebrate a birthday without indulging the sweet tooth?! Because we could not even fit a wafer-thin bite of sweetness into our engorged bellies (ahem… mine more so!), daddy decided a trip to The Flying Cupcake later this week would satisfy all parties, including you! Hence, daddy will have some birthday sugar, even if it is 48 hours later.
It’s a happy ending after all…
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
sizzling hot
Dear Jillian…
It’s been nearly two weeks since our expedition to the Heartland. Good ol’ Kansas welcomed us home with blazing temperatures and a dry, dusty wind. ‘Twas just as I remembered the summers to be. Sweltering. Scorching. Sizzling hot.
Despite the weather, your reunion with the cousins was remarkably fun. Daddy and I joyfully watched the three of you intermingle and become best buds by the time we departed. Some of our memorable times included a Langosta Roja outing, a date night for mommies and daddies followed by a late-night ice cream run for the kiddos, Harry Potter in 3D IMAX brilliance, splashtastic excitement at water parks, and simply lounging around watching you go-go-goers.
This video captures some snippets of our moments together. I couldn’t ask for a more devoted, supportive, beautiful family. And you are one lucky gal to be included in this circle of love…
Love,
Mommy
It’s been nearly two weeks since our expedition to the Heartland. Good ol’ Kansas welcomed us home with blazing temperatures and a dry, dusty wind. ‘Twas just as I remembered the summers to be. Sweltering. Scorching. Sizzling hot.
Despite the weather, your reunion with the cousins was remarkably fun. Daddy and I joyfully watched the three of you intermingle and become best buds by the time we departed. Some of our memorable times included a Langosta Roja outing, a date night for mommies and daddies followed by a late-night ice cream run for the kiddos, Harry Potter in 3D IMAX brilliance, splashtastic excitement at water parks, and simply lounging around watching you go-go-goers.
This video captures some snippets of our moments together. I couldn’t ask for a more devoted, supportive, beautiful family. And you are one lucky gal to be included in this circle of love…
Love,
Mommy
Monday, July 11, 2011
moments revisited
Dear Jillian...
Pittsburgh moments revisited to feed mommy's nostalgia...
My good ol' friends from Hesston, Tonya & Jodi
Dada & Mama showcasing fabulous college support via pins...
Reunion! Pleased to introduce you to our Uncle Stu and Aunt Shirley, Cousin Kate and hubby Nik...
Giant sunglasses on you were a hit!
Your future mentor and mama's "lil' sister"! ;)
Love,
Mama
Pittsburgh moments revisited to feed mommy's nostalgia...
Dada & Mama showcasing fabulous college support via pins...
Reunion! Pleased to introduce you to our Uncle Stu and Aunt Shirley, Cousin Kate and hubby Nik...
Giant sunglasses on you were a hit!
Your future mentor and mama's "lil' sister"! ;)
Love,
Mama
Jillian's world in a week
Dear Jillian...
Last week already feels like a lifetime ago. Last week flooded us all with emotions and excitement and energy! Last week took place in Steeler nation. (You're welcome for that reference, Grandpa Ted!)
17 youth.
5 sponsors.
And you.
This video is for you. For you are loved. Although I snapped a candid photo or two of you, none of these pics are from me. They are all created by the gals you esteem. The gals that hold your hand and capture your curiosity.
The gals that have watched you grow up before their very eyes...
Love,
Mama
P.S. Mama's Aunt Shirley provided my favorite photo of you at Six Penn in downtown Pittsburgh. The green-topped cup made it home with us, too!
P.P.S. Wow! Can you count how many pics have you holding your beloved sippy? :)
Last week already feels like a lifetime ago. Last week flooded us all with emotions and excitement and energy! Last week took place in Steeler nation. (You're welcome for that reference, Grandpa Ted!)
17 youth.
5 sponsors.
And you.
This video is for you. For you are loved. Although I snapped a candid photo or two of you, none of these pics are from me. They are all created by the gals you esteem. The gals that hold your hand and capture your curiosity.
The gals that have watched you grow up before their very eyes...
Love,
Mama
P.S. Mama's Aunt Shirley provided my favorite photo of you at Six Penn in downtown Pittsburgh. The green-topped cup made it home with us, too!
P.P.S. Wow! Can you count how many pics have you holding your beloved sippy? :)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
kindness of a stranger
Dear Jillian…
Yesterday was a completely rotten day, at least to begin with. I had various errands to accomplish so with you in tote, we set off for Penzeys Spices. Happily exiting with my cumin, bay leaves, and sweet/hot curry powders, we stroll out to the Maz. I buckle you into the car seat and absentmindedly close the door with my keys tucked in the inner door handle. Loading the stroller into the back, I close the trunk just as I hear a click click. GASP! What have I done?!? An expletive heard ‘round the world rolls off my tongue.
There you are with my keys in your hands. There I am, locked out.
I scurry around to each door, tugging in vain attempts to magically open the doors. I bounce back to your window, pounding and shouting, “Hit the button! Hit the button!” Your knobby, little finger is hovering over the unlock button, but…
You. Don't. Move.
You gawk at me with utter confusion, probably wondering why I am yelling and thrusting my fists upon the window. Your gaze doesn't budge, even as your fingers gingerly graze the Maz’s key fob. And suddenly, you switch to inspect the MINI’s fob.
I. Lose. It.
Tears start streaming down my face. Three middle-age bystanders near the spice store just stare amidst scattered chuckles. REALLY?!? This is comical to you that a daughter is trapped inside a car and her mother can’t rescue her? Really, folks?!
Just as my hysteria begins to fume, a man hops out of his mini-van and rushes to my side. I unleash more tears, realizing how stupid I must look. He notes that the initial panic on my face says it all, and he has to help. Thank God for the kindness of a stranger. Questions dart out from his mouth in rapid fire, trying to figure out the best course of action. When I reveal I don't have a mobile phone, he hands his phone to me, saying, "Call whoever you need to." My novice cell phone ability must be somewhat amusing, but he takes it in stride, replying, "It’s okay. I can do this part for you."
I deem a locksmith as the best solution. The gentleman dashes to the spice store in search of a phone book. A few minutes after he leaves, I hear a click. The trunk click. Hallelujah! I quickly heave open the trunk door to release the rear seat lever. Plop!
I. Am. In.
As I crawl into the trunk to unlock the door, you, darling daughter, can't help but push the alarm button sending the horns a’ blaring. It is quite the scene as I’m sprawled out in the trunk to snatch the keys away from you while the car is making a racket due to my thievery nature.
Yes, people, I AM stealing the keys away from my daughter.
The kind man hurries back outside, witnessing first hand that the keys are safely in my clutches again. I sheepishly smile and sigh. He laughs and pats my back. I’m certain this is not the adventure he was planning on today, but he is gracious nonetheless.
A little hero, in my book. He helps me relax AND he is willing to bust a window, if needed. Yes, he mentions this at the end, to which I can't help but laugh.
In light of all the chaos of the moment, I'm mighty thankful for 3 things:
1) A total stranger was unselfishly willing to help me without any hesitation.
2) It wasn’t blistering hot in the car for you.
3) You DIDN’T drop or throw the keys on the floor.
Oh my word. I don’t even want to know how I would’ve reacted had you lobbed the fob…
Love,
Mama
Yesterday was a completely rotten day, at least to begin with. I had various errands to accomplish so with you in tote, we set off for Penzeys Spices. Happily exiting with my cumin, bay leaves, and sweet/hot curry powders, we stroll out to the Maz. I buckle you into the car seat and absentmindedly close the door with my keys tucked in the inner door handle. Loading the stroller into the back, I close the trunk just as I hear a click click. GASP! What have I done?!? An expletive heard ‘round the world rolls off my tongue.
There you are with my keys in your hands. There I am, locked out.
I scurry around to each door, tugging in vain attempts to magically open the doors. I bounce back to your window, pounding and shouting, “Hit the button! Hit the button!” Your knobby, little finger is hovering over the unlock button, but…
You. Don't. Move.
You gawk at me with utter confusion, probably wondering why I am yelling and thrusting my fists upon the window. Your gaze doesn't budge, even as your fingers gingerly graze the Maz’s key fob. And suddenly, you switch to inspect the MINI’s fob.
I. Lose. It.
Tears start streaming down my face. Three middle-age bystanders near the spice store just stare amidst scattered chuckles. REALLY?!? This is comical to you that a daughter is trapped inside a car and her mother can’t rescue her? Really, folks?!
Just as my hysteria begins to fume, a man hops out of his mini-van and rushes to my side. I unleash more tears, realizing how stupid I must look. He notes that the initial panic on my face says it all, and he has to help. Thank God for the kindness of a stranger. Questions dart out from his mouth in rapid fire, trying to figure out the best course of action. When I reveal I don't have a mobile phone, he hands his phone to me, saying, "Call whoever you need to." My novice cell phone ability must be somewhat amusing, but he takes it in stride, replying, "It’s okay. I can do this part for you."
I deem a locksmith as the best solution. The gentleman dashes to the spice store in search of a phone book. A few minutes after he leaves, I hear a click. The trunk click. Hallelujah! I quickly heave open the trunk door to release the rear seat lever. Plop!
I. Am. In.
As I crawl into the trunk to unlock the door, you, darling daughter, can't help but push the alarm button sending the horns a’ blaring. It is quite the scene as I’m sprawled out in the trunk to snatch the keys away from you while the car is making a racket due to my thievery nature.
Yes, people, I AM stealing the keys away from my daughter.
The kind man hurries back outside, witnessing first hand that the keys are safely in my clutches again. I sheepishly smile and sigh. He laughs and pats my back. I’m certain this is not the adventure he was planning on today, but he is gracious nonetheless.
A little hero, in my book. He helps me relax AND he is willing to bust a window, if needed. Yes, he mentions this at the end, to which I can't help but laugh.
In light of all the chaos of the moment, I'm mighty thankful for 3 things:
1) A total stranger was unselfishly willing to help me without any hesitation.
2) It wasn’t blistering hot in the car for you.
3) You DIDN’T drop or throw the keys on the floor.
Oh my word. I don’t even want to know how I would’ve reacted had you lobbed the fob…
Love,
Mama
Friday, June 24, 2011
Wayne & Billie
Dear Jillian...
In May, your great-grandparents welcomed us for a visit. Grandma Sue captured these various photos and videos that highlight everything from the car seat head-bobbing to riding in the golf cart owned by your great-grandpa's sister to waking up with an intense bedhead.
This video is especially for your great-grandparents, Wayne & Billie. With great-grandpa's recent hospitalization, I'm abundantly grateful that he is back home and on the mend. These two people are great loves in my life. And they simply adore you just as much as I adore them...
Love,
Mama/Rach
In May, your great-grandparents welcomed us for a visit. Grandma Sue captured these various photos and videos that highlight everything from the car seat head-bobbing to riding in the golf cart owned by your great-grandpa's sister to waking up with an intense bedhead.
This video is especially for your great-grandparents, Wayne & Billie. With great-grandpa's recent hospitalization, I'm abundantly grateful that he is back home and on the mend. These two people are great loves in my life. And they simply adore you just as much as I adore them...
Love,
Mama/Rach
Showalter fun
Dear Jillian...
It's Thursday, and the Showalter fun begins at 7:30 in the evening! You were such a cheeser last night, my love.
Scoot, scoot, scooting around on your trike...
Sweet climber o' mine...
Saying something quite important, we think...
Kiddos begging for daddy's food...
Mama and JK!
Love,
Mama
It's Thursday, and the Showalter fun begins at 7:30 in the evening! You were such a cheeser last night, my love.
Scoot, scoot, scooting around on your trike...
Sweet climber o' mine...
Saying something quite important, we think...
Love,
Mama
double d
Dear Jillian…
Two nights ago, I woke up at 3:30 AM with a heavy urge to flee to the bathroom. My little bladder can hardly make it through the night anymore without emptying 1-2 times in the wee morning hours. Usually, I’m a bit piqued and peeved because these nightly bathroom stops make it difficult to fall back asleep. This time, I could not have been happier to wake up.
I experienced the Double D. Yes, I had a Dream, but about what?
Destiny?
Demolition?
Death?
No, I had a Dream about Divorce. Duh duh dum…
In this dreadful dream, daddy wanted to divorce me. I can’t recollect the minutiae of this personal nightmare, but I remember feeling absolutely devastated. In dream world, I still had custody of you, but my thoughts started drowning in the overwhelming notion of raising you on my own with another baby on the way. Trust me. I’ve had a lot of ugly dreams, but this one was the Wicked Witch of Dreamland.
When daddy awoke, I told him of this dream. I quickly realized the fictitious nature of my sad, little reverie. Daddy isn’t going anywhere. We are in this life together for the long run.
Now, as I’ve written this, I’m wondering why I did so. I suppose I just want you to understand that dreams can be a natural part of one’s sleep cycle. Sometimes, dreams are positively amazing, and you’re crushed once you realize what’s happened is simply false. Or dreams are horribly scary. You can’t wait for the moment when a bathroom break or alarm clock jolts you awake. Just ask daddy! He has, what I call, "night terrors". He actually hollers when trapped in a bad dream, and a gentle nudge from yours truly usually does the trick. ;)
And if ever I hear you howling from a daunting dream, I’ll rescue you, too.
Love,
Mama
Two nights ago, I woke up at 3:30 AM with a heavy urge to flee to the bathroom. My little bladder can hardly make it through the night anymore without emptying 1-2 times in the wee morning hours. Usually, I’m a bit piqued and peeved because these nightly bathroom stops make it difficult to fall back asleep. This time, I could not have been happier to wake up.
I experienced the Double D. Yes, I had a Dream, but about what?
Destiny?
Demolition?
Death?
No, I had a Dream about Divorce. Duh duh dum…
In this dreadful dream, daddy wanted to divorce me. I can’t recollect the minutiae of this personal nightmare, but I remember feeling absolutely devastated. In dream world, I still had custody of you, but my thoughts started drowning in the overwhelming notion of raising you on my own with another baby on the way. Trust me. I’ve had a lot of ugly dreams, but this one was the Wicked Witch of Dreamland.
When daddy awoke, I told him of this dream. I quickly realized the fictitious nature of my sad, little reverie. Daddy isn’t going anywhere. We are in this life together for the long run.
Now, as I’ve written this, I’m wondering why I did so. I suppose I just want you to understand that dreams can be a natural part of one’s sleep cycle. Sometimes, dreams are positively amazing, and you’re crushed once you realize what’s happened is simply false. Or dreams are horribly scary. You can’t wait for the moment when a bathroom break or alarm clock jolts you awake. Just ask daddy! He has, what I call, "night terrors". He actually hollers when trapped in a bad dream, and a gentle nudge from yours truly usually does the trick. ;)
And if ever I hear you howling from a daunting dream, I’ll rescue you, too.
Love,
Mama
Monday, June 20, 2011
cheerful
Dear Jillian...
This is what you looked like when I awoke you from the roaring rain.
Thanks for being so cheerful. ;)
Love,
Mama
This is what you looked like when I awoke you from the roaring rain.
Thanks for being so cheerful. ;)
Love,
Mama
the roaring rain
Dear Jillian…
It is now 9:30 AM, and you are sleeping the morn away. Cracking open the door, I notice the heavy shadows of the space. The thunderstorm rolling along outside tucks the sun away to unleash a valiant pitter-patter to accompany the hungry skyward rumbles. Your little body is curled into the crib’s corner, and not even Caesar’s incessant panting upon your face can stir a twitch from you. I slide the door closed, deciding to let you slumber. Perhaps the roaring rain kept you awake last night. Or perhaps you don’t realize it’s mid-morning due to the blanket of darkness covering your room. Whatever the case, I’m simply enjoying the symphony of the storm, complete with a dim house and the perfect window-seat view.
Who says Mondays have to be dreadful. Today is just quite divine…
Love,
Mama
P.S. - 10:25 AM, and you're still asleep. Perhaps it's time to wake my drowsy dearest...
It is now 9:30 AM, and you are sleeping the morn away. Cracking open the door, I notice the heavy shadows of the space. The thunderstorm rolling along outside tucks the sun away to unleash a valiant pitter-patter to accompany the hungry skyward rumbles. Your little body is curled into the crib’s corner, and not even Caesar’s incessant panting upon your face can stir a twitch from you. I slide the door closed, deciding to let you slumber. Perhaps the roaring rain kept you awake last night. Or perhaps you don’t realize it’s mid-morning due to the blanket of darkness covering your room. Whatever the case, I’m simply enjoying the symphony of the storm, complete with a dim house and the perfect window-seat view.
Who says Mondays have to be dreadful. Today is just quite divine…
Love,
Mama
P.S. - 10:25 AM, and you're still asleep. Perhaps it's time to wake my drowsy dearest...
Saturday, June 18, 2011
fifty nifty more things you always wanted to know about your mama
Dear Jillian...
1. My joints crack easily. I once disturbed my co-workers when my knees cracked with a squat move and my hip popped with a roundhouse kick. I was told to sit down immediately and stay still. :)
2. I think there are certain songs that deserve being played while driving with the sunroof open. Rill Rill by Sleigh Bells is just one of them.
3. I can’t stand when folks toss cig butts out of the window when driving. How to solve? Don’t smoke.
4. I sometimes listen to Ambiance’s Sandy Beach (aka ocean waves) to help fall asleep. It’s pretty magical because the next thing I know, I’m… zzzz.
5. I still like my bangs. I thought I would grow them out again immediately, but they’ve grown on me. (Not literally.)
6. My favorite snack is cheese popcorn. It’s a good thing I don’t have it that often because I would eat the whole bag.
7. I’d drink soy milk over regular milk. It’s more expensive so it’s only saved as a special treat to myself. (Kind of like Grandma Sue treats herself to whole milk for her birthday!)
8. I enjoy taking BodyPump at the JCC. I always want to say, "I am Hans. Und I am Franz. Und ve just vant to pump... (clap) ...YOU UP!"
9. I skipped running Indy’s mini-marathon this year. Good decision, but sorely missed.
10. I hope we host another summer party at our home this year. I’m feeling the need to get my groove on.
11. There’s nothing like hearing you say, “Mama!” It makes my heart smile.
12. I don’t have an iPad, but I want one…or something of that nature. We’ll see if I have one the next time a fifty-nifty list rolls along.
13. My iTouch wallpaper is a favorite photo of you and daddy on the beach. It seems fitting for tomorrow’s Father’s Day.
14. Dancing with you is like dancing without inhibition. It’s how dancing should be.
15. Daddy and I recently celebrated 9 years of marriage together. For our 10 year anniversary, we’ve tossed around the idea of a trip to Hawaii. Quite possibly a parents only trip. Sooorrry!
16. I had the time of my life when we visited Cambodia in March ’11. You were such a hit with the locals, my blue-eyed, blond-haired babe. I’ll start campaigning for Cambodia, March ’13 soon. ;)
17. I abhor sore throats. Too bad I have one at the moment…
18. I’ll miss playing sand volleyball with the crew this summer, but I won’t miss the sandy feet.
19. I love Goldens. Caesar is usually two-steps behind me when we’re home alone. Nothing like a faithful, four-legged friend.
20. When I was younger, I thought I’d go to EMU over GC. I’m glad I changed my mind because I met daddy at GC. Definitely a win-win.
21. I love my job. I really, really do. How many people can say that?!
22. During a Spring Break trip to Texas, I swam in the ocean wearing my underwear and a tee. Feel free to NOT repeat this in 20 years. ;)
23. I received my first ever ticket last year for turning on a red light. I didn’t even see the sign so I was doubly irked.
24. Humidity is not a good combination with my hair. It takes on a frizzy-frizzo life of its own.
25. I think about chopping off all my hair, especially on these sweltering, hot days of late. I just don’t have the guts to do it.
26. Daddy and I spent our last anniversary celebration strolling through Circle Centre between dinner and a movie. And we popped mouth-melting Godiva chocolates into our mouths while doing so.
27. I have $100 (give or take) to spend each month on my personal expenses. Needless to say, I’ve learned how to (((((stretch))))) the ol’ dollar.
28. My iPod shuffle currently has my Bop playlist on it. Bop = energetic, dance-worthy songs.
29. I wish I could write with my left hand. I’ve always admired people that are ambidextrous.
30. During above said Spring Break trip to Texas, my girlfriends and I listened to Liz Phair’s Whitechocolatespaceegg over and over…and over. We knew that CD by heart at the end of the trip.
31. We go to Target on a near weekly basis. Target = mommy’s little slice of bliss for mommies.
32. There are pictures of Haley, Karla, and Abby on your nursery mirror. I hope you never forget these three fabulous ladies that love you.
33. T.G.F.S! (Thank Goodness For Skype!) We chat online once a week with your grandparents so they can watch you grrrrrrroooowwww. It makes living far away from them more bearable.
34. I still love cuddling with you before bedtime, lil’ cuddle muffin.
35. I wish I could try swimming laps as a workout. I know it’d be great for me, and the swim cap and goggles in the drawer aren’t getting any younger.
36. I wake up extra early on work days to take my Synthroid. I probably shouldn’t just so I can extend my sleep, but it’s become a force of habit.
37. I almost always wear earrings. I pierced my ears right before my senior prom in high school, and Grandma Sue didn’t know about it. Rebellion! (Totally kidding, but don’t be sneaky like me.) ;)
38. I’m carrying a little brother or sister for you.
39. While living in Germany for 3 months, my friend and I got piercings: she – a nose ring; I – a bellybutton ring. She still has hers that I know of. I took mine out 5 years later because I already felt too old for it.
40. I want to see Italy one day. Both daddy and I have traveled extensively in Europe, but I have yet to see this beautiful country.
41. Hawaii and Alaska are on the hit list of places to see stateside. Maybe next year… (Fingers crossed!)
42. I can’t wait to see how you’ll react around bugs. If you’re anything like me, you’ll be a squisher instead of a releaser. Sad, I know.
43. If there is a trip to Hawaii, I would NOT scuba dive, but snorkeling would be a must.
44. You are an amazing sleeper. You must take after me because I’m pretty darn good at it, too.
45. I broke a bone in my right hand while playing in the Kansas All-Star volleyball game after my senior year in high school. Now, that’s some serious dedication to the sport!
46. I sometimes think I kiss you and Caesar more than I kiss daddy. I guess it’s just evening out because there was a lot of kissing before you two were around. ;) (And there’s still plenty of kissing between daddy and I—don’t worry.)
47. I’ve been teaching you to ride your new tricycle. You’re stubborn, like me, because you want to do it YOUR way.
48. Your daddy and I share chores around the house. That is DEFINITELY a huge plus! I mean…a guy who does laundry?! That is a gift in itself.
49. Although I don’t wear them much, I really like my glasses. It’s taken many different pairs through the years to be able to say that.
50. Finito! This means I can relax with your daddy and watch a movie while you go to sleep and say, “Nigh nigh.”
Love,
Your Mama
1. My joints crack easily. I once disturbed my co-workers when my knees cracked with a squat move and my hip popped with a roundhouse kick. I was told to sit down immediately and stay still. :)
2. I think there are certain songs that deserve being played while driving with the sunroof open. Rill Rill by Sleigh Bells is just one of them.
3. I can’t stand when folks toss cig butts out of the window when driving. How to solve? Don’t smoke.
4. I sometimes listen to Ambiance’s Sandy Beach (aka ocean waves) to help fall asleep. It’s pretty magical because the next thing I know, I’m… zzzz.
5. I still like my bangs. I thought I would grow them out again immediately, but they’ve grown on me. (Not literally.)
6. My favorite snack is cheese popcorn. It’s a good thing I don’t have it that often because I would eat the whole bag.
7. I’d drink soy milk over regular milk. It’s more expensive so it’s only saved as a special treat to myself. (Kind of like Grandma Sue treats herself to whole milk for her birthday!)
8. I enjoy taking BodyPump at the JCC. I always want to say, "I am Hans. Und I am Franz. Und ve just vant to pump... (clap) ...YOU UP!"
9. I skipped running Indy’s mini-marathon this year. Good decision, but sorely missed.
10. I hope we host another summer party at our home this year. I’m feeling the need to get my groove on.
11. There’s nothing like hearing you say, “Mama!” It makes my heart smile.
12. I don’t have an iPad, but I want one…or something of that nature. We’ll see if I have one the next time a fifty-nifty list rolls along.
13. My iTouch wallpaper is a favorite photo of you and daddy on the beach. It seems fitting for tomorrow’s Father’s Day.
14. Dancing with you is like dancing without inhibition. It’s how dancing should be.
15. Daddy and I recently celebrated 9 years of marriage together. For our 10 year anniversary, we’ve tossed around the idea of a trip to Hawaii. Quite possibly a parents only trip. Sooorrry!
16. I had the time of my life when we visited Cambodia in March ’11. You were such a hit with the locals, my blue-eyed, blond-haired babe. I’ll start campaigning for Cambodia, March ’13 soon. ;)
17. I abhor sore throats. Too bad I have one at the moment…
18. I’ll miss playing sand volleyball with the crew this summer, but I won’t miss the sandy feet.
19. I love Goldens. Caesar is usually two-steps behind me when we’re home alone. Nothing like a faithful, four-legged friend.
20. When I was younger, I thought I’d go to EMU over GC. I’m glad I changed my mind because I met daddy at GC. Definitely a win-win.
21. I love my job. I really, really do. How many people can say that?!
22. During a Spring Break trip to Texas, I swam in the ocean wearing my underwear and a tee. Feel free to NOT repeat this in 20 years. ;)
23. I received my first ever ticket last year for turning on a red light. I didn’t even see the sign so I was doubly irked.
24. Humidity is not a good combination with my hair. It takes on a frizzy-frizzo life of its own.
25. I think about chopping off all my hair, especially on these sweltering, hot days of late. I just don’t have the guts to do it.
26. Daddy and I spent our last anniversary celebration strolling through Circle Centre between dinner and a movie. And we popped mouth-melting Godiva chocolates into our mouths while doing so.
27. I have $100 (give or take) to spend each month on my personal expenses. Needless to say, I’ve learned how to (((((stretch))))) the ol’ dollar.
28. My iPod shuffle currently has my Bop playlist on it. Bop = energetic, dance-worthy songs.
29. I wish I could write with my left hand. I’ve always admired people that are ambidextrous.
30. During above said Spring Break trip to Texas, my girlfriends and I listened to Liz Phair’s Whitechocolatespaceegg over and over…and over. We knew that CD by heart at the end of the trip.
31. We go to Target on a near weekly basis. Target = mommy’s little slice of bliss for mommies.
32. There are pictures of Haley, Karla, and Abby on your nursery mirror. I hope you never forget these three fabulous ladies that love you.
33. T.G.F.S! (Thank Goodness For Skype!) We chat online once a week with your grandparents so they can watch you grrrrrrroooowwww. It makes living far away from them more bearable.
34. I still love cuddling with you before bedtime, lil’ cuddle muffin.
35. I wish I could try swimming laps as a workout. I know it’d be great for me, and the swim cap and goggles in the drawer aren’t getting any younger.
36. I wake up extra early on work days to take my Synthroid. I probably shouldn’t just so I can extend my sleep, but it’s become a force of habit.
37. I almost always wear earrings. I pierced my ears right before my senior prom in high school, and Grandma Sue didn’t know about it. Rebellion! (Totally kidding, but don’t be sneaky like me.) ;)
38. I’m carrying a little brother or sister for you.
39. While living in Germany for 3 months, my friend and I got piercings: she – a nose ring; I – a bellybutton ring. She still has hers that I know of. I took mine out 5 years later because I already felt too old for it.
40. I want to see Italy one day. Both daddy and I have traveled extensively in Europe, but I have yet to see this beautiful country.
41. Hawaii and Alaska are on the hit list of places to see stateside. Maybe next year… (Fingers crossed!)
42. I can’t wait to see how you’ll react around bugs. If you’re anything like me, you’ll be a squisher instead of a releaser. Sad, I know.
43. If there is a trip to Hawaii, I would NOT scuba dive, but snorkeling would be a must.
44. You are an amazing sleeper. You must take after me because I’m pretty darn good at it, too.
45. I broke a bone in my right hand while playing in the Kansas All-Star volleyball game after my senior year in high school. Now, that’s some serious dedication to the sport!
46. I sometimes think I kiss you and Caesar more than I kiss daddy. I guess it’s just evening out because there was a lot of kissing before you two were around. ;) (And there’s still plenty of kissing between daddy and I—don’t worry.)
47. I’ve been teaching you to ride your new tricycle. You’re stubborn, like me, because you want to do it YOUR way.
48. Your daddy and I share chores around the house. That is DEFINITELY a huge plus! I mean…a guy who does laundry?! That is a gift in itself.
49. Although I don’t wear them much, I really like my glasses. It’s taken many different pairs through the years to be able to say that.
50. Finito! This means I can relax with your daddy and watch a movie while you go to sleep and say, “Nigh nigh.”
Love,
Your Mama
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
zoo-bee-doo-bee-doo
Dear Jillian...
Today was magnificently sunny and a perfect day for a zoo excursion. Apparently, every school, parent, and babysitter thought so, too.
Here's a snippet of our time downtown...
Looking over yonder...
Stealing a smile...
A lovely lady offered to take our photo...
Ba-booooooooooon!
{{{{Love}}}} this pic...
Elephants soaking it up on this humid day...
Fell asleep all hot and sweaty...
Finally cooled off and still snoozin'...
And now you're lazing away the day in your crib. What an energy-zapping day indeed!
Love,
Mama
Today was magnificently sunny and a perfect day for a zoo excursion. Apparently, every school, parent, and babysitter thought so, too.
Here's a snippet of our time downtown...
Stealing a smile...
A lovely lady offered to take our photo...
Ba-booooooooooon!
{{{{Love}}}} this pic...
Elephants soaking it up on this humid day...
Fell asleep all hot and sweaty...
Finally cooled off and still snoozin'...
And now you're lazing away the day in your crib. What an energy-zapping day indeed!
Love,
Mama
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