This Baby Love

He just loves a good goodnight hug!

This is the red heart pillow sold at IKEA. (And no, I don’t get paid to tell you that.) A few weeks ago, I was looking for a pillow to prop him up as I got dressed, and realized if I flipped the pillow upside down, and put him between the two “valves”, he would get enough support to keep an eye on things. Continue reading

Monuments

Oh, the timing! This photo popped up in my social media feed as a reminder of my visit to northern Germany exactly five years ago. You won’t find monuments to Nazi military leaders over here, but you will find memorials like St. Nicholas’ Church in Hamburg. It was once a huge, gorgeous neo-Gothic place of worship, but was destroyed by Allied Air Force bombing in July 1943. Continue reading

Brothers

“Mom, do we look alike yet?”

I told him they definitely look like brothers.

Also, Jaz’s shield in the background looks like a little crown on Junior, doesn’t it?

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