Daughter of Mine

Snapped this photo with my girl during dinner tonight, and couldn’t help, but think how grown up she is now.

Her humor, her sense of adventure, her helpfulness, and her ability to see the positive side of things…I hope she knows that no matter how old she gets, no matter how old **I** get, no matter where she goes in the world, I will always be happiest when she is around. Continue reading

The Long Week

We are going to write under this picture in Junior’s baby book that he took out a two-year-old at the playground, and hurt his hand in the process. In reality, though, they gave him an IV after Martin brought the baby to the ER last Sunday morning because Junior’s cough did not sound right to me.

When it comes to the kids being sick, Martin and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on what to do about it. Some of our worst arguments have been a result of us butting heads over our kids’ health. He thinks I worry too much. I think he goes into denial that things can be that serious.

In this instance, when Martin went to bed, it wasn’t yet to that point. I, however, couldn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, I hovered over Junior like a moth, eventually just standing with him on my chest so he wouldn’t cough so much. Something just didn’t feel right to me, and I grew more anxious. Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I took Junior into the bathroom to run the hot water, hoping the steam would help his congestion. It got pretty warm in there, so I pulled off the baby’s onesie. That’s when I noticed the chest retractions.  Continue reading

Father’s Day Weekend

I found it a wonderful, happy coincidence that the weekend we brought Junior home was Father’s Day weekend. Doesn’t Father’s Day look good on Martin? (It does.)

Obviously, things were very low-key. It was all about getting settled in with a newborn in the house. Continue reading

Family and a Face Plant

Martin’s brother is here with his girls, so there are 9.5 people in the house at this very moment. And I love it. The noise. The energy. Air mattresses and blankets everywhere. And there will be even more visitors coming thru in the weeks and months ahead.

Love having so many of my favorite people around me. Continue reading

Those Talks

With Martin away for a business trip, and our nanny visiting family in the United States, I am completely on my own with the kids this week. Just on Monday morning alone, I dealt with a missing permission slip crisis, a tick discovery followed by tick removal that sounded like major surgery without anesthesia, school drop-off, and a “sprint” to my own appointments and meetings at my full-time job until I had to dash back home to get the girls to their spring music concert.

And the frantic pace continued today.  Continue reading

There For the Work

(Photo from December)

 

At today’s appointment, my doctor mentioned that Martin is the only dad amongst her patients who comes to nearly every appointment. Like most of my other appointments, Martin accompanied me.

He napped in a chair across from the bed where I was monitored during a non-stress test (no judging – I dozed off, too), and he watched intently during the ultrasound, asking questions as the doctor took measurements of FestBaby’s head, stomach, and heart.

That’s when the doctor made her observation.

“If it is the first child, I see the dads often in the beginning, but then it tapers off. The second child, I see the dad maybe once for the gender ultrasound, if at all. It is great you come, even when this is your fourth.” Continue reading