June 23, 2016
A Blog Revival
In the last few months I’ve thought long about whether I want to continue blogging. My instinct is to shut it down, pull the plug. I haven’t been a regular blogger in years. But my heart is sad when I think about ending this…whatever it is that’s left. I miss my blogger friends. I miss reading about their lives. I realize that others have lapsed, too. This is the thing about blogging, it’s all fun and games until life happens. And that’s okay.
I’ve had some realizations in the last few years, too. I’m thirty-seven years old. A mom of three boys. A wife to the love of my life for the last 15 years. Okay, not technically 15 until October but it feels like so long ago that we tied the knot. Time is precious. And it goes by so very fast.
I reflect on the last five years and it amazes me what I’ve accomplished. I worked full time. I attended college full time and finally graduated in December 2014. I struggled through a job that didn’t appreciate me and managed to score the job of my dreams after many heartbreaks and frustrations that made me think I wasn’t good enough. But I overcame all of it. This is still difficult for me to believe and acknowledge.
My children are growing by leaps and bounds. I am in denial about this. In my mind they are going to stay little forever. The will not grow up and leave me. It’s not right. Motherhood is not easy. It’s one of the greatest challenges I’ve ever faced. This is the longest job I’ve ever held and I still don’t know what I’m doing sometimes. There is no training for parenthood, but I must be doing some things right. They’re still alive, so there’s that.
One thing I miss since having a third baby is my free time. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and I’m grateful to spend time with them, but I’ve realized I am the default parent. I don’t have the luxury to get up and go anywhere sans children without advance planning, several reminders beginning five days ahead of time, and an exact return time. If I’m a minute late the boys will send out the search party. Yes, I’m including my husband as one of the boys. I really do feel like I have four children sometimes.
On another note, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. I’m pretty lucky. I know things could always be worse. In the meantime, I’ll try to remember that my children will grow up and I’ll have plenty of free time. And I’ll probably blog about missing my kids. I can’t pull the plug just yet. Here’s to relighting the blog fire.
Posted by Dana 12:00 PM
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February 21, 2015
25 Weeks & Lots to Do
Tomorrow I am 25 weeks pregnant. More than halfway done. The second trimester has been much better than the first. I feel somewhat more energetic, but as I near the third (OMG, already!?) trimester I notice it’s a lot harder to focus on anything but my impending delivery date.
This morning I slept in until nine, and then decided to finally dig through the Rubbermaid totes in the basement. I needed to find the baby clothes I saved from when Owen was an infant. After nearly falling on my ass trying to get to the ones in the back (I stupidly stacked a wall of totes in our spare room a few years ago), I found three totes of baby stuff. Sorting through these clothes brought back so many memories of when Dawson and Owen were babies. I was misty-eyed as I remembered each baby wearing certain outfits. Then I started crying. I wish my kids could stay little for longer. I wish I could somehow freeze time. It’s inevitable that they grow up. I just feel like it all happened so fast.
I now have several loads of laundry to do, and I’m hoping to find the energy to sort through everything by size and season. It’s too early to be nesting, but I feel like I need to get organized now. There is so much to do. The boys are sharing a room right now, and the crib is still in their room. I really need to get the Huz to help me move them down stairs to the bigger bedroom. But first, the room needs a fresh coat of paint and new carpet. It’s too cold to start this project now, and we’ll need to open a window so the fumes escape. Ugh. I’m tired just thinking about it.
Baby G will be here before I know it. I better start making a to-do list.
Posted by Dana 1:36 PM
January 11, 2015
New Year 2015
The year is off to a great start. I have to be honest. I am glad that 2014 is over, only because it was such a crazy year.
I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Business Administration on December 31. I cannot tell you how happy I am to be done. I’m relieved that I made it through. The last four years have been chaos. Working full time, raising two kids and maintaining a marriage, all the while studying to pass my courses and exams has been a challenge. I did it, and I’m proud of my accomplishment.
The Huz and I received a surprise in early October when I discovered I was pregnant. It was a shock. How was I going to manage work, school and family life while dealing with morning sickness and exhaustion? Now that I’ve made it through, I’m so excited to have another baby. I’m due in June and it’s been a very different pregnancy than my first two. I suffered through 12 weeks of morning sickness, endured painful leg cramps in the middle of the night, and could barely eat anything if it smelled even slightly disgusting. I’m finally feeling better and I’m 19 weeks along. Almost halfway through it!
My doctor has been wonderful, however there have been a few concerns regarding my age (soon to be 36), my blood pressure (I had preeclampsia in my first pregnancy resulting in early induction and delivery) and weight (it’s recommended I gain less than 20 pounds and I’m nervous about this). Overall I feel okay, other than the exhaustion and occasional headache.
The boys are enjoying school and I’m so proud of them. Dawson is an avid reader and he recently read The Hunger Games. I’m impressed because I couldn’t get through it myself. I feel like I need to catch up to him. He’s only in 4th grade but he loves to read and that makes me happy. He still struggles in math but I make sure he practices his facts using Reflex Math and he seems to enjoy the games on the website.
Owen is in 4K and he is super smart. He always impresses me with his memorization of nursery rhymes. His favorites are Georgie Porgie and Baa Baa Black Sheep. It’s super cute to hear him say them and I love how proud he is when I tell him he did a great job. His teacher tells me he is sweet and plays with the other kids so well. He’s got a super fun personality and think that’s why he draws attention from other kids.
My job is going pretty well. It’s been so busy the last few weeks. We had some time off around the Christmas holiday and I think I’m still catching up. I’m just focusing on what I need to get done and looking forward to other opportunities in the future, now that I’ve earned my degree.
So far we’ve had a great few weeks in the New Year. One of my resolutions was to make it to church every Sunday. Last fall I missed several weeks because of morning sickness and feeling exhausted. It’s hard to juggle everything, but we are surviving. That’s all I can ask for.
I’ve got so much I want to document on this blog. I’ll stop for now or I’ll just keep rambling. Happy New Year!
September 2, 2014
Back to School 2014
Today was the first day of school for my boys and for me. It was an exciting and emotional day. Exciting because I started my final semester at Lakeland College. In just a few short months, I will have earned my bachelor’s degree. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It seemed like a very long journey, but here I am, on the precipice of bigger and better things to come.
The emotional part of the day began when Dawson and Owen were getting dressed for school. They were standing next to each other in their shared bedroom, talking about all the fun things in store for them today. It hit me hard. I have a fourth grader. Dawson will be ten years old in 2 weeks! And, baby boy Owen is in 4K. He promised to stay little and sweet for just a bit longer, right? Or was that something I imagined in my head? He cannot be almost five years old. How fast the time flies.
I took the day off work today. I wanted to spend the morning with the boys, take the obligatory First Day of School photos, make them breakfast and capture all those little moments. I was up too late last night, checking lists and making sure we weren’t forgetting anything. The alarm went off just before 7 a.m. and I practically threw myself out of bed. Let the chaos begin.
Owen was awake a few moments later. He crawled out of bed and cuddled with me on the couch while I read the latest newsletters and wrote checks for lunch money, milk money and student fees.
“Are you excited about your big day?” I asked. He nodded and contorted himself into my armpit, looking up at me. He smiled and those irresistible dimples appeared. I love this child, I thought. How can he be going to school already? I kissed his head and we just sat together for a few moments.
Dawson woke up much later than anticipated. He was so anxious before bed last night. He just couldn’t fall asleep. He and Owen slept on the top bunk together. They talked for an hour about school and riding the bus. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to make room for his little brother to sleep next to him, but I think he loved having someone to chat with and share his excitement.
Dawson has gotten so tall. We had to buy new pants this year, his old ones were too short and showed his ankles. He’s still one of the shortest kids in his class, but I’m certain he will catch up. He’s at the age where clothing brand names matter. Everything is Nike, Adidas and Under Armor. He’s getting too cool for Old Navy, but he’ll still wear some of the “cooler” things. I didn’t expect boys to care so much about clothes and shoes at this age. I’m dreading the teen years already.
After taking photos outside, Doug and I took both boys to school. Dawson went to Kinder Cottage (a before/after school care center for elementary school students that also has preschool and 4K classes on site). Miss Sandy and Miss Megan were happy to see him.
Then we took Owen to Renee’s (our daycare provider) to meet the bus. It’s so nice that our district provides bus service and picks up students from their daycare centers and transports them to and from school. We were running late because the kids were late eating breakfast. I was practically having a stroke on the way there. I nearly snapped at my kind husband. He was still sleeping while I was getting everyone else ready. So frustrating!
Needless to say we made it on time, only because the bus was running late. Twenty minutes late. I took more pictures of Owen with his daycare friends who are also in his 4K class. It was nice to chat with the other parents and reminisce about how quickly our children have grown up.
When the bus finally arrived, the kids were little pros. They were so ready to go. I was very impressed and the moms and I were getting emotional.
After getting both boys off, Doug and I had the oil changed on both our vehicles, had lunch at El Ranchito Mexican Restaurant (our neighbors own it and we hadn’t been there in so long), and talked about all the things we needed to get done around the house before winter hits. I know it’s early to be talking about changing seasons and snow (yes, I said the S-word), but it’s nice to have deadlines.
Before we knew it, the morning was over and it was time to pick up the kids. I was exhausted when we finally got home. Staying up late and getting up early just doesn’t do me any good. After a quick stop at Copps Market, we made BLTs for dinner, using tomatoes from our garden, and sweet corn. Oh, how delicious it was.
It’s now almost ten o’clock and I’m beat. Time for bed for this mama. It was an exciting, exhausting and wonderful day. Back to work tomorrow. Let the routine begin.
Posted by Dana 10:16 PM
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