My confessions



I'm a terrible "blogger." I admit it. I accept it.



I have gotten sucked into the world of Facebook.



I blame Turk.



When I was home on maternity leave after having him, it was this facinating place where I could go and find all these old "friends." I accepted every request sent to me, and sent numerous ones myself.



I'm nosy by nature. And this was the perfect place for me to go and find out what all these old "friends" had been up to.



Have you noticed my sarcasim yet?



"friends"



These people aren't my real "friends". My real friends aren't in quotes, and I don't have to "request" to know what they've been up to since college or high school, or junior high, or that trip to europe.



Those people already know what I've been up to the last few years. Of the 300 "friends" I'd say about 275 are just acquaintances. People who have passed through my life... and either not valued me enough to still be in it....or the other way around.



It's not to say it's all been bad. I lost touch with many of those people just because our lives took us in different directions. It's been fun to catch up. But usually after that initial... OMG! I've missed you SO much! How have you been?..... it fades off.



Because I'm passive aggressive.... I just hide most of them, instead of deleting. I wonder how many of them have deleted me.



But of course I am pretty awesome...so why would they do that?



But obviously they don't think so... or would we have needed Facebook to reconnect?

My Baby....

My baby is having a "procedure" tomorrow.

It's nothing really,

and yet it feels like the "only thing"

May 31, 2009


My Dear Little Murph~

I can’t believe you are already 2 years old! I know you’ll probably get tired of hearing it, but I remember the day you were born like it was just yesterday. We were so excited to get to finally meet you and hold you after waiting for you for some long! It seems like my whole life I was just preparing to be your mom!

You are an amazing little boy! Everyday you make us laugh! You have such a great sense of humor and you can be so silly! There are times that your strong will drives us crazy, but we know that one day that will be one of your very best assets! (But I promise it really wouldn’t kill you to eat something other than corn dogs and beans once in awhile!)

We were so worried that when we had Turk that you might not adjust well, but we underestimated how big your heart is and how loving you can be! You have been just the best big brother anyone could ask for, and Turk is lucky to have you! You do your very best to take care of “Be Be Doe.” He giggles whenever you are around. I smile every time I see you grab his little hand and kiss it, or when you pat him on the head and tell him not to cry.

You are SO smart! You love learning new words and love when you are able to communicate with us! Tree, bike, birds, drink, snack, “Brodies” and or course Dad, G (Eldest) and E (Deuce) are some of your favorites! You took long enough to say “Mom”, but it’s still one of my favorite words to hear!

You are fearless. You race down the stairs at our new house at Warp Speed. You can be out the door and to your bike before we know what hit us! You jump into the air with your eyes shut and a huge grin pasted on your face because you trust we will be there to catch you. (We always will be there to catch you by the way!)

I love you so much. Everyday when I wake up and you are in bed with us (something we really need to work on by the way) I am amazed that God thought I was worthy to be your mom!

You challenge me. At every step, you challenge me. You challenge me not to grin when you are being rotten, or when it’s really time for bed, or to come inside. You challenge me. You challenge me to be a better person, to be a better example for you. You challenge me! But I hope you never stop flinging yourself into my arms, eyes shut, and grinning, knowing that I’ll be there to catch you.

I adore you!

Love Mom

Everyone loves this picture of the 6 of us. Mostly because they laugh at the fact that my hair is almost completely covering my face. I laugh too. But as a mom who is usually behind a camera....it's nice to be able to prove for once that I really do exist!

Too much to say...

It's been awhile. I know that, and yet so much has happened in that time, that to try to sit down and acknowledge it all now would be impossible.

Turk is a Boy. That should be said at least. And the itchy bitchies that I last wrote about were real. It caused us to up Turks arrival by a few weeks to try to limit any complications. It worked. He was fine and cried and is amazing.

Murph adores him. I mean ADORES him. Murph calls him Doe, which is no where near his real name, but to Murph it means something. Turk is equally impressed with his big brother. As soon as he sees Murph his face just lights up. I was so worried about how they would get along. I shouldn't have given it a thought. For now at least they are best friends.

I am SO blessed. I have these amazing boys in my life, who to be honest I probably don't deserve, but I'm keeping them.

I'm a home owner now. At least I will be in 29 years, 11 months, give or take. I love the idea of us being "settled" for now and having a place to call our own!

Life is good

NOT Nesting

We should be clear. I am NOT nesting. Yes, I am suddenly a bit consumed with getting things done around the house in preparation for the new baby, but that is NOT nesting.

I'm more like one of those birds who instead of building thier own nest, would happily just use some other birds nest for my little one. I'm very ANTI-nesting. Mostly because people seem to think you nest and then give birth shortly after. I repeat, I am NOT nesting

It's all about timing you see.

This baby has a VERY good chance of being born before the Thanksgiving Holiday. That means that there is a good chance that we might have a housefull of family for the holiday. Family that will look at my house and see the cobweb farm we've cultivated, and notice the stack of junk on the counter.

In other words, my mom and dad. My mom was a life saver when Murph was born. Chiefy had a major inspection at work and couldn't be home with us much more than to sleep and shower. But I once caught her on all fours scrubbing my kitchen floor.

I can't relax when she's scrubbing the floor.

And my dad? Well "Big Murph" is a man who notices all, and waits until you least expect it to let you know just what all he saw.

I don't need that kind of pressure.

I'm NOT nesting. I'm just afraid of still getting grounded for a messy room!

The Itchy Bitchies

A few years ago my young neighbor girl (she might have been about 4 at the time) made a slip and instead of saying "creepy crawlies" said she had the "Itchy Bitchies"

I know what she means. I've got a screamin case of the "Itchy Bitchies" myself.

I should explain.

I am now 36 weeks pregnant. With Murph, at the end of my pregnancy I started getting itchy skin. It was mostly on my hands and feet, which I've read is a common pregnancy "symptom". I was able to treat it with a little Benedryl cream and was good to go. At the very end, actually in the hospital while delivering him, the itching got REALLY bad. It was so bad that I ruptured blood vessels in my legs while scratching. So bad that I begged for the Benedryl with almost the same fervor that I begged for the good drugs!

Almost

This time around, the itching has crept up much earlier, and with much more intensity.

I'm miserable. My hands and feet are nearly tolerable, but everything else is itching like CRAZY! I have sensitive skin to start, so I haven't changed anything. No new soaps, or creams, or detergents. This is ALL baby!

I'm Itchy. And it makes me, well, I'll admit. It makes me BITCHY!

Fine. It makes me Bitchy-ER!

My arms, legs, stomach, hell my EARS itch. Gold Bond is now my constant companion. I wake up to "dose up" I've even contemplated putting Gold Bond on a Q-Tip just to get inside my ears to stop the itching there. The Chief has quickly learned that he can win any argument with a simple back scratch.

If I didn't feel so repulsive these days I would probably count that as foreplay.

4 more weeks. Sure I'm most excited to meet little Turk, but I'm definitely excited to meet little Turk and go into Itchy Bitchy remission!

Overheard in passing....

"I think when your nose hairs turn white, that's a sure sign you are getting old."