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
I think they like each other. Continue reading
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
2:30 am. The baby and his Giraffe are wide awake and ready to party. Continue reading
We’re a bunch of sleepy-time hand-holders in this family.
Why should the belly bump photos stop after birth?! This is nearly two weeks after birth, and I’m pretty sure I showered yesterday, but the baby’s got his days and nights mixed up, so my own sleep cycle is completely whacked and I don’t know what day it is. Continue reading
Martin and the kids went to the pool today, so I had Junior all to myself for a little while. The kids came home as I was changing him, and descended around us like those seagulls from “Finding Nemo”, waiting for the first opportunity to pick him up.
Mine? Mine? Mine?
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
This weekend marks the 18th anniversary of the day I met Martin. I met him shortly after arriving in Germany as an exchange student. I was 18 years old. These #TBT photos are from later that summer in 1999 when he visited me in Ohio. Continue reading