Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Dare I say it?!  Gabriel has been AMAZING lately!! He has been listening well, sleeping well, eating well, playing nicely, talking up a storm, remembering things I've said, just all around well behaved.  I am so proud of the guy.  We had a rough time got so bad I pulled a muscle in my neck from yelling at him.  That night at volleyball I started crying because I was so stressed out.  It was bad, now it's great.


The girl. The baby.  The Harper got whatever it was that Gabe had.  She is a nut.  At Barnes and Noble yesterday she started climbing on the books.  She would walk past toys and hit them to the ground one by one.  She started sprinting across the children's section and laughing the whole way.  She'd even run down the aisle, in to the next, purposely trying to run away from me.  And at home she'll move the television and when I yell at her for it, she laughs in my face.  Then usually runs away.  Laughing.

Ey yi yi!

My baby is tiny but full of spunk.  I thought Gabe was my match but it's looking like it'll be Harper.  I am pretty sure the ABC store will be getting a lot of business from me in the next few years.

Babies of the family sure are interesting folk!

It's amazing they are only 14 months apart, he is a giant, she is a Smurf.  And look at my boy being calm and reading a book while his sister is a climbing fool!

Thursday, November 15, 2012


Tonight the Tarheels of North Carolina will be playing the Cavaliers of Virginia.  Nothing like college football on a Thursday night.

It actually reminds me of a date I went on once.  It was with this really nice, quiet guy, that I didn't know all that well.  We had only talked on the phone a couple of times and met once in person.  He was cute so I figured one date wouldn't hurt.

Although, I have been on some pretty rough dates so I was a bit apprehensive.

But my friends encouraged me to go, "Give it a shot."

We had dinner first and that was very nice.  I ordered the pizza appetizer and the boy made fun of me for it! Jerk!  He tried his hardest to talk, I tried my hardest to get my foot to stop shaking.  And, like the charming gal I am, I didn't talk much and just watched Sports Center.

Dinner over, game time.

We went to his apartment to put on warmer clothes. HE went in to his apartment, I changed by my car. There was NO WAY I was going in his apartment, especially to change.  Both changed, warm clothes on, time to walk to the game.

He guided me through a dark alley behind the UVa hospital.  I walked a comfortable distance away from him in case I had to make a break for it.  Seriously!  I didn't know this guy, he could have been a rapist.  Always thinking this one!

Get to the game and find our seats.  It was a bit on the chilly side with a bit of mist in the air.  I didn't care! Which is strange for me because I don't usually like the elements.  But I was on my home turf, feeling good, and finally relaxed.  We talked and talked and talked.  No forcing, no trying too hard, just easy.  Then we went to get something from the concession stand.  The guy runs in to someone he knows and starts yapping away.  I was standing off all by my lonesome.  This annoyed me so I went back to our seats. I thought it was so rude he was on a date with me and talking, in length, to someone else.

He finally found his way back to the seats and said he couldn't escape the guy.  The other guy was a bit drunk and a close talker.  The boy was annoyed and was trying so hard to get away and couldn't.  I thought it was cute that he was telling me all this.

Game over, walk back THROUGH THE ALLEY, and to his apartment so I could get in my car and go home.  It was late, I was tired, and I had a 30 minute drive home up a mountain.  I just wanted to sleep.  But the boy INSISTED I listen to a certain lyric in a certain song.  Well, he couldn't find said lyric or even the correct song. So he stood outside my car instructing me to change it to the next song, no the next, try this one.  UGH! A NOY YING!

At that point I sort of started writing the guy off.  Eventually we found the song and to this day I can't even remember what it was.  So much effort for nothing. HA!

Well that boy eventually gave me a ring and then his last name.  I gave him three adorable babies.

And we gave each other the best happy ever after.

Monday, November 5, 2012

King of the Swaddle

My birth experience with Carter was not all dreamy and romantic.  It was, for sure, a LABOR!  After a couple of days of hell I ended up having a c-section.  I was in lots o' pain after and couldn't do much.  You know what sucks?  Not being able to give birth and then not being able to take care of your child.  It was brutal.

BUT through the experiences that happened after we had Carter my love for Marc grew in ways I didn't know it could.

Marc bathed her, gave her bottles, changed her diapers, dressed her, cuddled her and swaddled her.  After three kids I can assure you, he is the King of the Swaddle.  NO ONE can swaddle like he can.  He should teach a class on it, actually!

It was hard for me to see my husband doing just about everything while I laid in pain.  But you know what?  He did it without complaint.  He did it without resentment.  I didn't have to ask, suggest, nag, or beg him to do anything, he just knew to do it.  And he did it so well.

I remember the first time I had to fix a bottle.  I did it all wrong and formula came out.  I cried.

I remember the first time I gave her a bath.  I didn't know what I was doing at all. I cried.

I remember the first time she was crying uncontrollably and I wasn't able to calm her.  I cried.

But Marc never rubbed in my face that he knew how to do everything and I didn't.  He never stepped in and just said, "I'll do it, you go rest."  He let me try, he let me struggle, he let me figure it all out.  And somehow he was able to sense when I was done and needed his help. Then he quietly came in and took care of the situation.

This pattern has not changed after three kids.  He takes care of me and the kids quietly, with no fanfare.  He just goes about his duties, exceeding in everything he does.

I don't think either of us really knew anything about babies before having them.  We took a class through the hospital and what we learned there was about all we knew.  We went in to parenthood on the fly, figuring it out as we went (go) along.  Trusting our instincts is how we go about this parenting thing.

Now we don't have any baby babies in the house, so the days of the swaddle are over, the days of newborn cries are done, but we face different dilemmas now.  And Marc, my amazing husband, still approaches all of his duties in the same manner.  Silently being awesome, silently being my rock.

He makes sure all the doors are locked before bed, makes sure candles are blown out, dryer off, cars locked, that all the cars have gas, bills are paid, home taken care of, family is happy.  Of course he does a million other things, but these are the ones I tend to forget about and he has to come to the rescue.  Except that family happy part, I think I do that ok!

After the devastation of Sandy I've really tried to focus on all the good in my life and not stress about stuff I cannot control.  My family is safe, we are together, we are happy, we are blessed.  And the man directing this ship is my favorite person in the whole world.

He was gone for one and a half days last week and I missed him every second he was away.  As hard as it is when he is gone, it always confirms to me that I am still crazy about him.  On Saturday night I made him the first meal I ever made for him when we started dating.  Hoagie sandwiches. HA!  Yep, the first time I "cooked" for him it was sandwiches.  I did warm them up in the oven, so technically it was cooking.  But I did this to show him that I still want to "date" him, I still have a crush on him, and through all the craziness that occurs in our lives, it's by his side I want to be.

Ok, sappy post over!  I just want to let the universe know that I won the lottery when I met Marc. Thank God for UVa for introducing me to him!

This was one of the first pictures I ever saw of him.  It was on a little known site called "MySpace"!  Hook, line, and sinker.