A Tale of Two Octobers

I usually try to keep it light here because I think it takes a special talent to write about serious and deeply personal things in a respectful, eloquent and helpful way.  I know I don’t have that talent.  I’ve been avoiding writing on the blog for a very long time because I couldn’t not acknowledge that I had a miscarriage in March. It’s so personal and delicate a topic to me, but it is also such a sadly common thing for women to experience.  I don’t think it’s right to feel like you have to keep such a heartbreaking thing to yourself out of an old fashioned sense of propriety, but at the same time, I hardly know how to talk about it because it’s left me rather raw. I also have so many friends and relatives who have dealt with pregnancy and infant loss and who, quite frankly, had much more traumatic experiences than I had. So I’ve kept my mouth shut.

Anyway, it’s Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness day today, and that seemed as good a time as any to break my (blog) silence.  For three weeks in February and the beginning of March, I thought we’d be having another baby just about now.  I looked forward to October as new baby month, albeit briefly.  I’m also sad to say that I looked forward to October with apprehension. That baby was a surprise.  Not unwelcome, of course! But a surprise that I needed a bit of time to wrap my head around.  And then when I had finally wrapped my head around it and started to feel excited, I went in for the first ultrasound and found out that there was no baby, that our baby probably didn’t make it much past conception but my body just continued on thinking it was pregnant and not feeling too hot.  It felt like such a sick joke.

Now that it’s October, I still have complicated feelings about it all.  Part of what makes it complicated,though, is that this October has brought me reasons to be joyful. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve felt the first jabs and flutters of a new little one.  At the end of the month is my 20 week ultrasound, at which we will hopefully receive some tie-breaking news.  (Although, to be completely honest, I can never look forward to ultrasounds in a 100% positive way anymore.)

I do think about the what-ifs, but I can’t think about them too much because then it erases the reality of right now.  But at the same time, the reality of right now feels very fragile.  I’m having a hard time being joyful and hopeful about this baby.  I struggle with not letting the negativity overtake me. Ultimately, I know that I have so much to be grateful for. There’s no neat, positive way to wrap this up.  I’m still in the middle of it a bit, as you can see.  I guess, despite my questions, sadness and anxiety, there are a few things I know for sure.  My baby(ies) came from Love and they are loved and that makes this all worth it.


Not coincidentally, we found out about our baby on Valentine’s Day. I’m so glad I thought to take a (upside-down) picture of the test.




7QT: Frivolous Minutiae

  1. Christy pulled on my heartstrings yesterday with her “I miss blogs” post.  I really miss them too. Needless to say, our little sisters blog here has never and will never be big.  My older sisters have always struggled to find time to blog with their growing families and I’ve been struggling with that too.  More than that, though, I’ve been struggling with what the point is.  I’m not click-baity, I don’t have a major theme or area of expertise, and  I’m also not terribly deep or inspirational. Honestly, I try to keep it light and even frivolous.  But is that okay? Is that allowed? It’s strange how the internet and blogs started out as this place where there were no rules and you could just do your thing, but now it seems like there are rules and you have to play the game right.  I’m not on board with that at all.  Anyway, I’m going to still plug away when I can with my bits and pieces of frivolity. And I hope, if you have a little corner of the internet, that you will keep at it too. 🙂
  2.  I shared on Instagram a while back that I’ve been making this certain dish for lunch for myself.
    Brussles sprouts and onions sauteed in butter with soft boiled eggs on top. Salt 'n peppa!

    Brussles sprouts and onions sauteed in butter with soft boiled eggs on top. Salt ‘n peppa

    I usually aim to eat my lunch after the kiddos are down for a nap (for obvious reasons) but today I made lunch while they were eating and sat down to eat when they were done and supposed to be playing.

  3. Gus is an Oliver type of kid, minus the starving orphan part.  Just the “Please sir, I want some more”, minus the please part.  He most certainly won’t eat my brussles sprouts and eggs, though.  I give him a bite to show him.  But he still won’t stop bothering me and climbing all over the table.


    I don’t know that that is, but I want it, Mommy.

  4. Then Sara walks by and says “I fink Gussie has a poopy.” Sure enough, it was a 6 alarm situation in his diaper.  And meanwhile, my beautiful, delicious lunch grew cold on the table.  Lesson learned: no deviating from naptime lunches!
  5. Childbearing ladies of the interwebs, I had to share this recent purchase of mine with you: 

Loft Mosaic Pintucked Shirtdress

I’m super stoked about this dress because not only is it flattering on me now (not pregnant), but it also has room for a first-second trimester bump and it buttons in the front so it’s perfect for nursing.  I consider that a sound investment! Loft is having a 40% sale right now (like always), but maybe if you hold off they’ll have one of their flash sales and it’ll be even cheaper.

6.  I’ve been planning on trying out Bare Minerals Complexion Rescue because it’s name alone sounds like it would help my adolescent skin issues, and also Fran recommends it and she is my fashion and beauty guru.  However, after doing a little research (*cough* googling good BB cream for oily skin *cough*) I stumbled upon Dr. Jart Dis-A-Pore beauty balm and this stuff sounds like magic! Plus it has Dr. in the name, so it will cure my acne, right? Right? Anybody else tried it/heard about it?  I’m waiting to get some Amazon points before I pull the trigger.

7. And, just to make sure this a completely random post, you all really need to make this crockpot soup ASAP.  It’s been a favorite of ours all this fall.

Alrighty, that’s quite enough of my random ramblings.  Check out the other quick takes at This Ain’t the Lyceum!

7QT: Whaddup wid us

Linking up with Bonnie today for 7 quick takes.  Make sure to click back there and congratulate her on her big news!

1. Worst mommy (blogger) ever over here.  Gus’ birthday was 2(?) weeks ago and I still can’t believe the dude is one.  Except I can, because he’s the size of a 2 year old.  He is bigger than Sara was when she was 2, and she’s no peanut!  He needs to walk soon for my lower back and left hip’s sake.  My left arm, however, is looking quite svelte! IMG_4566

2.  He is such a jolly fellow, though.  He says Momma, Dadda, thank you and happy, and sometimes “puhboo” for peekaboo.  He’s only nursing once a day now so he’s been taking little milk bottles during the day and he’s OBSESSED with them.  And he finally popped his top front teeth and it seems like the side ones on the top and bottom are close too.IMG_4480

3.  Oh! And most importantly, he sleeps!  I thought he never would sleep through the night, but at the beginning of June Dave finally had it with the night wakings and subsequent grumpy wife the next day, so he took it upon himself to deal with Gus’ wakings in order to break the night nursing.  And it worked!  I’m wondering why we didn’t night wean sooner.  Now I know for next time.  Life is so much better with sleep, ya’ll.

4.  Sara is loving summer time in her backyard and her swimming lessons.  Swimming lessons are her first “little thing” that she’s done. This fall, she’ll be doing Catechesis of the Good Shepherd at a nearby parish and I’m so excited for her to experience that, not only for the catechesis, but also for the independent learning experience with her friends. My friends and I are also doing the co-op again, and this coming year Sara will be in the classroom with me.  She’s VERY excited about that and I’m excited to see how much she grows in the next year.  3/4/5 year olds were my specialty back in my teaching days, so I’m looking forward to experiencing that age group again with my own kids.IMG_4428

5.  Life has been humming along at a good pace.  I feel like we’ve finally made our backyard a comfortable place to hang out,  so we’ve been doing a lot of that lately.  Dave made us a huge picnic table which we christened on the Fourth of July when we had some friends over, and since then we’ve been trying to have dinner out there when the weather allows.


6.  The garden is doing pretty well now!  We were worried it was all going to be a wash in June when our backyard groundhog decided that it was his garden, not ours.  We weren’t able to harvest much broccoli and no snap peas at all because of his pilfering, but since we put out a trap, he’s stayed away.  He’s a pretty old guy (or gal?) and I wonder if he knows what the deal is with the trap and he’s keeping his distance?  Anyway, we haven’t had an issue since.  We did have an issue with squash root borers in one of our zucchini plants, but the rest seem unaffected.  We have more yellow squash than we know what to do with! I’m thinking of trying to make these soon.


Carrots too!

7.  Tomorrow we’re going on a date for our anniversary (which was on the fourth of July)!  We’re finally going to check out the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum and then get dinner in the city somewhere.  This is a big deal for us homebodies!

Happy weekend, everyone! I’ll be following along with all you Edel ladies on Instagram, trying not to be too jelly. 😉

Almost to the Finish Line

I’ve run across several good blog posts lately about nursing (this one from Like Mother Like Daughter and this one from Call Her Happy are at the top of my head right now) that have helped me reflect now that I’m nearing the finish line with Gus.  He’s 11 months old today, and things seem to be winding down a bit in the nursing department.  I’m sure we have a few more months to go, but we’re close enough to the end that I think I can finally see the forest for the trees. 


No breastmilk for you, baby birds.

I am so grateful to my mom and my older sisters for being my “collective memory” as Auntie Leila puts it, and for making nursing normal to me.  I think that, more than anything else, was the driving force behind my sticking it out with SK.  I struggled so much with nursing her.  After experiencing a long, painful labor ending in a c-section (and then some other very trying times right after she was born) I ended up being totally dependent on a nipple shield that a helpful nurse at the hospital provided us with.  And I was so humiliated! I already felt like such a failure after having that first c-section, and then to be dependent on the shield was such a blow.  I tried to get her off of it but eventually I just let go and accepted the fact everything was working fine with the darn thing.  Now looking back, I can see that the shield really wasn’t a big deal.

The bigger deal for me with nursing was being blindsided by the all-consuming nature of it. I had just finished 9 plus months of being pregnant and then a traumatic birth, and now I was supposed to somehow recover mentally and physically whilst still being attached to this needy little baby 24-7?  I was not prepared for that.  I was not prepared for the fact that you are on call all the time, there are no subs, baby wants and needs you! And then to add insult to injury, you lose half your hair! That motherhood 101 course… it’s a doozy.

So, this time around with Gus, I was more prepared in some ways.  I was determined to do things without a shield this time, and I succeeded! … after 2 and a half painful months.  Gus has a bit of a tongue tie, which we had checked out by the pediatrician and a specialist who both told us that it was minor enough that he would grow out of it.  And they were right, he has, but those first couple of months were incredibly painful.  Between that and the fact that he would nurse every 2 hours on the nose, all through the night for the first couple of months, Dave was ready to hop in the car and buy some formula.  I was a mess.

Nursing can be so tough! I have friends who don’t struggle much with it at all, and I have friends who struggle greatly and are not able to nurse for long, if at all.  I try to be encouraging to women who are nursing because it’s so worth it, it’s worth a try, it’s worth the pain and the sleepless nights.  Like Rosie said in her post this morning, just wait a few weeks and things will be better.  But also, it’s okay to get help.  It’s okay to use a nipple shield, or a pacifier, or to pump or to supplement.  These aren’t moral issues; you have to figure out how to make it work for you.

Now here I am almost to the finish line of my second nursing marathon.  This is my sweet spot emotionally and physically with nursing.  He’s not nursing a ton anymore, so I can get out for hours at a time without him, but we still have our sweet moments together after naps and at night.  I don’t take for granted the fact that Dave and I will have more kids; Gus might be my last baby, so I’m soaking up his babyhood.  But at the same time, I’m ready and I’m grateful for the break coming soon.  And he’s getting ready to take off on those chubby legs of his!

I wish I could tell myself back in those stressful early nursing days with Sara, “Nursing is hard but you’ll come to like it one day. And the best part is, it doesn’t last forever!”

[A certain fluffy towhead interrupted the writing of this post to, you guessed it, nurse.]

The Great Mom Jean Search

I finally waved the white flag of defeat over my attempts to wear my regular jeans.  Just because pants zip does not mean that they fit! So to the internet I went to do some shopping because that’s how I’m getting things done these days.  Before I get into the nitty gritty and you all wonder why I only shop at the Gap, let me explain why I only shop there (and Old Navy).  [I know I could find better jeans at nicer establishments, but I’m not willing to pay a lot for (hopefully!) transitional jeans!]  When I was first working and living at home (so that I could save money! Funny!) I gave into my darkest materialistic impulses and got myself a Gap credit card.  It was silly then and it’s silly now, EXCEPT, it’s actually been a really good thing in the long run.  All those insane sales that both Gap and Old Navy run on the regular, well they’re even more insane for cardholders.  And I get lots of cash back, so it’s more money I can put back into my… closet.  And Dave’s and SK’s and Gus’ closets! Anyway, I don’t recommend getting store credit cards willy-nilly, but I’ve been faithful to Gap and to paying my bills and they’ve treated me good in return so it’s all worked out.  Right? Right.

So! Online shopping!  I ordered this pair of jeans last week when they were having a 40% off deal.  They had really good reviews and, of course, they look really great in the picture so I figured I’d give em’ a shot.  Here’s what they look like on me:Photo on 8-25-14 at 9.52 AM #3 Photo on 8-25-14 at 9.52 AM #5Not bad!  But here’s the kicker: they’re really high waisted.  That was on-purpose; I need help in that wiggly-jiggly area.  Plus, high-waisted is in now, right?

Photo on 8-25-14 at 9.52 AM #6

17 year old Ellen is screaming in horror.  Look at how long that zip-fly is! All I wanted back then was for Mom to let me wear low-cut jeans like EVERYBODY ELSE!

The thing is, these jeans feel amazing.  Everything is tucked in just so.  But between the wash and thickness of these jeans and how high they come up, I’m getting a big mom jeans vibe.  Physically, I feel great in them.  But emotionally, I feel like I’ve given up. But the saga doesn’t end there…

It’s Monday, so I had a bit of a death wish anyway.  I decided to pack up the kids and the double stroller AND the Bjorn and go shopping.  I wanted to see what else they had in the store that could help me feel tucked in but not geriatric. I apologize for the fuzzy pictures.  I was trying to be quick for the kiddos’ sake.

Ok from the side...

Ok from the side…

Ahhhh!! So awful!

Ahhhh!! So awful!

I have moral reservations about buying pre-ripped jeans.  And this pair had the same crotch situation as the last pair so, no.

I have moral reservations about buying pre-ripped jeans. And this pair had the same crotch situation as the last pair so, no.


Gus likes them!

Getting warmer? These were really similar to the pair I bought online, but the waist is a little lower. Eh?

Getting warmer? These were really similar to the pair I bought online, but the waist is a little lower.


This was the best pair, I think.  They're the same as the last one except lighter/more washed out.  I think that makes them look a little more young, don't you think?  And lets talk about that sweater.  It's the same as the gray one but a size larger.  I like the color, but is it too large?

This was the best in-store pair, I think. They’re the same as the last one except lighter/more washed out. I think that makes them look a little more young, don’t you think? And lets talk about that sweater. It’s the same as the gray one but a size larger. I like the color, but is it too large? Does the gray look better? Incidentally, these jeans are the sexy boyfriend jeans that Blythe and Grace both praised to high heaven. Maybe they are magic for all postpartum bodies after all?

I need you, fashionable, lovely internet friends and family!  Should I go with the online purchase or the last pair I tried on in the store?  Please Pretty Please weigh in and tell me your opinions!



7 Quick Reasons to Smile

I’m pushing against this postpartum quicksand feeling today and actually getting a post up, by golly! I thought I’d do a combination of a Quick Takes post and a reasons to smile post, which is a happy challenge posed by my friend Annemarie earlier this week.  So, here goes!

1. Our garden is in full harvest mode, and it’s helping us to be not so unhealthy in this survival season of life.  So, while we’ve been eating a lot of freezer food lately, we have fresh tomatoes, green beans and squash to go along with it.

Tried out and loved the tomato zucchini gratin recipe found here. :)

Tried out and loved the tomato zucchini gratin recipe found here. 🙂

Our carrot harvest back in July was piddling, but SK was impressed nonetheless.

Our carrot harvest back in July was piddling, but SK was impressed nonetheless.

2. And speaking of farmer Dave, not only has he been busy growing veggies and helping me stay sane in the evenings and on weekends, but he also landed an awesome new job this summer.   I’m so proud of him and grateful for all his hard work for our family.  Also, on the days when I get around to pumping, he takes the first feeding at night.  What would I do without this man?

3.This little girl is growing in leaps and bounds every day.

IMG_2956 She has so much to say lately, and it’s so adorable.  The other day, SK woke up from her nap in a grumpy mood so we cuddled on the couch with some milk and some Curious George.  Gus woke up a little while later and he was in a bad mood too, and Sara said “It’s sad, Mommy! Why Baby Gus sad?” and I said he was just grumpy after nap and sometimes she feels grumpy after nap too, right?  Sara looked at me solemnly and said “No, I just happy atter nap.” IMG_2978

SK found a faint sliver of the moon outside and said “Wook ower dere! It’s da moon! It wook wike a bana (banana), yum!”

4. And this guy.  IMG_2961He has his moments after nap and his little tummy does NOT like it when I eat Mexican food (sad day!) but otherwise he is such a happy fella.  He’s much more smiley than SK was.

5. My friends and I are doing a preschool co-op this year, and we just had a planning meeting last night.  Part of me is a little stressed because I’m the teacher. But I think I’m stressed because my experience with teaching preschool was in a professional setting.  This is just friends, and we’re all there to help one another.  There are no parent teacher conferences or difficult bosses to please, just a bunch of moms dipping our toes into cooperative at-home learning.  I am enjoying flexing my preschool muscles again.  It’s going to be a good year!

6. And speaking of muscles, I’ve started exercising again!  I started doing my maternity barre dvd again and I’ve gotten out of the house for a few jogs since last week.  I really missed running.  My first run went well and I felt like a rockstar, but I’m pretty sure there was a lot of this going on:

Basically, my baby pooch kinda irritated my incision scar; I was wishing the whole time that my compression leggings had more compression!  So on my second run, I wore spanx.  (Underneath my running clothes, sheesh!) So. Much. Better. That’s right, folks, I run in spanx and I ain’t ashamed.

7. And this definitely random crazy and weird, but it’s been making me chuckle all week. O Fortuna Misheard Lyrics.

Fake It Till Ya Grow Up

Well, the inevitable happened.  As of yesterday, I stopped wearing my wedding rings.  I’d like to think that this sudden swelling of all my appendages has everything to do with the mercury rising and nothing to do with the ice cream in the freezer, but! It is what it is.

I find myself desperately wishing myself into the future.  The obvious one is wishing it were 7 weeks from now and my little guy is here. The delivery, however it’s going to happen, happened and pregnancy is over.  But it’s not just that.  I wish I was 10 years older, maybe even 20, and the little vain things that I worry about are not a big deal anymore.  My varicose veins are just a fact of life and I don’t give them a second thought.  I’m established in my community and I no longer have that pit in my stomach when it comes to making or maintaining friendships.  I no longer feel defensive when it comes to the things I do and don’t do in comparison to my peers.

I want to be that mature mother and wife, who knows all the things and has been there done that and doesn’t freak out and refuse to post Mother’s Day pictures because my arms were too pale and beefy and my face was too pregnant-puffy.  I want to be the mother who doesn’t pass those insecurities on to her daughter(s).

The thing is, I’m beginning to wonder if/fear that we never get over our insecurities.  Maybe everyone else is just faking it?  Sure, women who are 10 or 20 years older than I am have experienced more and they’ve done their time, but maybe they do still angst about their friendships and their varicose veins?  But maybe they just don’t let on like they do.  Maybe they’ve learned to ignore those nagging insecure voices in their heads and just move on and live.

So that’s my new motto: fake it till ya make it. And in my case, make it = grow up. Maybe if I just pretend that all these things don’t bother me, eventually they won’t.  I’m about to have my second child and I know I won’t have as much time to worry about this stuff.  God willing, this is a pattern that will repeat itself as I enter my 30’s: more babies, more on my plate, less time to worry about silly things.  I think the silly things will always bother me to a degree, but if I start faking it and pretending that they’re no big deal, maybe they will indeed become no big deal.

My first attempt at faking it is sharing this picture against my vainer judgement.

My first attempt at faking it is sharing this picture against my vainer judgement.

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On a loosely related note, Dave is slowly working on our kitchen facelift.  Right now, things are looking pretty crappy.  The walls and trim require a lot of prep work and sanding before he can actually paint and in the meantime they look awful and there’s a thick layer of dust over everything and we track it all throughout the house.  Ordinarily, I think, this would be an annoying process but I’m usually pretty chill about living with chaos.  Being at the end of pregnancy, though, means everything is bothering me.  EVERYTHING. I know that I just need to be patient and it will be finished.  Dave reminded me that it’s going to look a lot worse before it looks better.  That’s just how life is, right?

The awesome thing about this picture is our new kitchen table and chairs that fit the space sooooo much better than our last set.  And! The chairs are not wobbly death traps! Everything else is looking pretty awful, especially the floor.

The awesome thing about this picture is our new kitchen table and chairs that fit the space sooooo much better than our last set. And! The chairs are not wobbly death traps! Everything else is looking pretty awful though, especially the floor.

I’m getting more puffy and veiny (and whiny) each day, but soon there will be a baby!  Amazing!  Afterwards, I’ll probably still have veins and scars and more belly flab, and all these things will get more pronounced as I age and as we add to our family.  But we’re building a beautiful thing, right?  I need to let go of my superficial woes and embrace the bigger picture of what we’re doing here.  I know it’s so worth it.

She makes construction look adorable, doesn't she?

She makes construction look adorable, doesn’t she?

7 Quick Pregnancy Positives

So, I’m into my 3rd trimester now (31 weeks on Sunday!) and beginning to experience all the wonderful side-effects of these end times.  Yes, that was sarcasm.  But don’t worry! I’m not going to complain!  No, there’s lots of legitimate things to complain about in pregnancy, but there’s also a lot to love, right?  Before things get really intense and the weather gets too hot, I’d like to list some of the fun things about pregnancy as a reminder to myself in May and June of how great I have it.

1. Guilt-free pedicures.

I got my first one of the season/pregnancy today!  Also, I can't believe I just posted a picture of my toes on the internet.  Sorry, world.

I got my first one of the season/pregnancy today! Also, I can’t believe I just posted a picture of my toes on the internet. Sorry, world.

2.  Guilt-free fast food.  Ok, I know, there’s no such thing as guilt-free fast food.  I just needed to share with everyone that the McDonalds Bacon Clubhouse Burger WILL be the reason why my son tips the scale at 10 pounds.  It won’t be my fault, folks.

Baby needs the protein!

3.  Flawless skin and hair.  I know not everyone experiences this in pregnancy so I’m sorry if that comes off as braggy.  But don’t worry, I’ll go completely bald at 4 months postpartum and have several adolescent skin reversions due to the breastfeeding hormonal surges.  Right now I’m enjoying the lusciousness. 🙂

4. Wearing form fitting tops.  Photo on 4-14-14 at 3.55 PMI’m one of those gals who is normally always trying to divert attention from my waist area because I’m, what do you call it? Apple shaped?  That’s a nice way of saying that I always have a pooch and love handles no matter how much I work out or how much weight I lose. But during pregnancy I actually have a socially acceptable shape for a few months, so I embrace it.  Of course, at the end my belly is alarmingly big so it’s not socially acceptable anymore.  But there’s nothing I can do about it at that point!

5. The constant drive to get shiz done! Sure, I collapse on the couch most afternoons for a spell, but my mind is always spinning thinking of all the little mundane things that MUST GET DONE before June 29th.  I’m not a git er done kind of person normally, so it’s really good for me to have these spells when I’m crazy-productive.  And the best part about feeling this way while pregnant?  Inevitably I do too much and start to melt down from exhaustion or being overwhelmed and my knight-in-shining-armor of a husband has to save me and do it all for me in the end.

6. Little feet in ribs.  I know, it’s annoying and uncomfortable, but it’s also incredible when you realize, “Hey! This is a little foot!” I felt our little guy’s foot (like, actually felt the outline of it and everything) for the first time the other day and I almost started crying.  Soon that little foot and chicken leg will be kick-kicking angrily while we change his diapers.  It’s a wild thought!

7. Little clothes, blankets, diapers, burp cloths, etc. I love preparing everything for the baby.  I love washing the clothes and getting the drawers all organized and ready for baby even though they won’t stay that way once he arrives. It’s the best kind of anticipation in the world.  I think that’s what makes the third trimester marginally better than the first.  God willing, in the third trimester you are soooo close to meeting your little one.  The anxiety about giving birth really gets intense there at the end, but I think the excitement trumps the anxiety.  My first trimester this time was full of anxiety and nausea and I had a hard time trying not to be down (literally and metaphorically) all the time. So, I’m trying to remember with all the aches and pains and swelling and veins popping between now and the end, it’s better than the beginning!

Well, what do you think? Was that more or less annoying than listing 7 crummy things about  3rd trimester life? If your answer was more annoying, I apologize heartily for my smugness (<–crassness warning). Here is my humble disclaimer:

Don’t forget to check out all the other takes at Conversion Diary.  Have a great weekend!

7QT: Whole Lotta Randoms

Linking up for 7 Quick Takes Friday with Jen & the gang.

1. A song for your weekend (and childhood nostalgia trip for me :))

2. Now that we’re a few hours away from his ETA, I guess it’s ok to share that Dave’s been out of town this week.  It’s not a big deal and travel (specifically British travel lucky duck!) is a common thing for Dave with his job and current project.  The hard thing about this trip was it was very last minute so I didn’t have time to get used to the idea and make plans (ideally to visit my mom) to distract us.  It’s actually been a good week, though, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to face my discomfort with being at home alone with the kiddo and I survived!  It helped to have playdates and friends visit, and of course, the farm trip really boosted our moods too!  It really makes me feel for you ladies out there who are single moms, or who deal with deployment or demanding work hours in your husband’s jobs.  We were not meant to do this alone!  And if you have a minute, can you please say a quick prayer for Dave’s flight back today?  The whole Malaysian flight disappearance last week has made me a Nervous Nelly about this trip.

3. When Dave gets home he’s going to need to sleep but I’m afraid he’s going fight it because he’s got some projects he’s feverishly working on here.  One of them is his seedlings and garden prep.  Check out this set-up he’s made for the seedlings in the basement!

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Yes that’s a heat lamp AND a heating pad.  I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called the cops on us yet as it clearly looks like we’re trying to grow a special type of garden if you know what I mean.

4. He’s also working on making a play kitchen for SK for her birthday at the beginning of April. In typical Dave fashion, he’s taking this project to the next level of nerdiness, but consequently the end result is going to be amazing.  Here’s some sneak peek pictures.

Yup, those are some light up burners!

Yup, those are some light up burners!


Oven door

5. I’m so excited for SK’s birthday because I think she’s really going to like her kitchen.  She loves helping in the kitchen and her growing vocabulary reflects that.

Deeyishious! – Just yesterday she started saying that about her play cookies.

Mixin-mixin – That’s what we do with everything we cook.

Other cute words and phrases:

Cuse me, toots – her very polite, but hysterical phrase for when she’s suffering some flatulence.  This phrase was basically the theme of daily Mass yesterday… it’s a good thing it’s mostly elderly folks at daily Mass!

Naaaamie, e aaaaaaaaa yoooouu? – SK has to search for her favorite buddy every day before nap and bedtime.

Oh, and remember how waffels used to have a mysterious h in front of it in SK’s pronunciation?  Well, she recently changed the h to a y so it was “yaffels” but this morning it changed again to just “affels” which doesn’t at all reflect SK’s opinion of that particular breakfast bread product.

Wearing her "sun gasses"

Wearing her “sun gasses”

6. I had a First Communion meeting this week and there I found out for the first time how the First Communion day is going to go.  Well, it was a bit of a rude awakening to discover that because it’s split into two Masses, I’m going to be there and working from about 9am till 3pm.  Of course, this wouldn’t be a big deal except that I’m going to be 32 weeks at that point and probably looking a feeling a little worse for the wear.  It’s a good thing I ordered this leg-hiding dress (taking advantage of Old Navy’s 40% off dresses this week):

7. Obviously, the dress will be paired with my most comfortable arch-supporting shoes, which might end up being my sneakers… You know you’ve really hit adulthood (especially in my family!) when you’re seriously considering taking the plunge and investing in a trusty pair of Birkenstocks to wear with EVERYTHING.

Have a great weekend, everyone!  Despite our crazy wintery day yesterday, we’re supposed to get temps into the 50’s tomorrow!  I can’t wait!  I hope your weekend weather is shaping up nicely too.

{phfr} Spring on the Farm

On Tuesday morning, I woke up from a deep sleep in which I dreamt vividly about giving birth.  Thank the good Lord, it wasn’t a bad dream.  Basically, I sneezed and the kid popped out!  It was such a vivid dream, I was kind of excited when I woke up thinking “maybe it’s a sign!”  Believe it or not, it was a slightly prophetic dream!

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I decided since it was a beautiful early spring-ish day, that SK and I would take a trip to Drumlin Farm. Many of my friends have Mass Audubon memberships and they take their littles to Drumlin Farm frequently but we still had not checked it out. At mothers group last week, my friends were saying there were new lambs at the farm and soon there would be baby pigs! So that decided it; over the river and through the woods we went!

We saw some chickens…


And we went into the big hen house where I was reminded that chickens produce a lot of creepy, gross dust! It brought back memories of our chickens on the mountain.  Remember, McFamily?


And we found a pig, but no baby piggies yet.  I don’t know if this is Mama or Papa, but it was a big pig!  It made a lot of satisfying pig snorts for SK.


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Galoshes were very necessary!  There were epic Diana Barry and Anne Shirley faceplant puddles to navigate, as well as slush and snow. Ugh, I hate my galoshes.  Vain Ellen really wants a pair of fashionable and classic Hunter boots, but practical Ellen (yes, she DOES exist) thinks they’re $120 too much for a pair of rubber boots.  Vanity of vanities…

Enough of this vapid talk about boots, we found the lambies!

And this little lambie was inside with his mommy because he was pretty new.  He would go from peacefully suckling one minute to jumping around his pen like a crazy lamb the next minute.  I was lucky to get this picture!



But the coolest thing we saw was a mama sheep give birth to her little black lamb.  It was incredible!  When we got there, her water had just broken.  The vet (or farmer? helper? sheep midwife? I really wish I had her appropriate job title because she was good at it.) said it could take a few minutes to a half hour, and sometimes it takes a couple of hours tops.  “Wow! Lucky sheep!” I thought.  Well, this mama got the job done in 10 minutes!

[Good thing sheep don’t read blogs, because mama sheep might not like these pictures on the internet.]

Ina May Sheep Lady helping Mama.

Ina May Sheep Lady helping Mama.

Look! It's little feets are sticking out!

Look! Her little feets are sticking out!

Eventually, Mama Sheet followed her instincts and decided sitting was just not doing it for her.  So she walked towards the door and then out came lambie! Then Mama lambie nonchalantly walked away from her newborn.  Eh, she needed some space.

Eventually, Mama Sheep followed her instincts and decided sitting was just not doing it for her. So she walked towards the door and then out came lambie! Then Mama Sheep nonchalantly walked away from her newborn. Eh, she needed some space.

Ina May brought the gooey little lambie back to Mama so she could clean her off.

Ina May brought the gooey little lambie back to Mama so she could clean her off.


Ina May Sheep Midwife told us that this was a big lamb and that’s why Mama Sheep was having problems.

Problems?  She grunted maybe 2 times! The whole thing took 10 minutes!

Mama Sheep, lemme tell you about problems with birthing big babies!


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