27 May 2012

Convalescence Optional

Exhausting is the word I would use to describe this week. A week filled with toddler tears, baby screams, a painful mommy tummy, and a tired overworked daddy! Tuesday I had surgery for a hernia. While the repair for a hernia was a "simple" outpatient procedure, it was surgery. This means I was put under (general anesthesia), I was cut open, and when I woke up it did hurt.

 And hurt it still does! I have been given clear instructions to do pretty much nothing for one week, and absolutely no heavy lifting (3lbs or more) for four weeks. For a stay at home mom of two kids under the age of two, "no heavy lifting" is a difficult command to follow and "do nothing" is nearly impossible. However, I do have the world's greatest husband, and he has certainly made sure that I have been taking it easy. Making beds, doing dishes, folding laundry, vacuuming, changing diapers, entertaining babies, and caring for one very broken mama has been the mainstays of his week. Not to mention his normal duties of school and studying. So on days like today when mommy is far from her best (acid reflux, nausea, vomiting, and pain) and daddy is exhausted who steps in? No one...

So we spend the first half of the day letting it all go. We forget about our chores and lay lazily around the house, as if waiting to be relieved from our parenting duties for a small nap break. Only to realize halfway through the day that nobody is coming, we are it.

Some days, especially since having Kameron, this has been hard for me. Some days I am so tired, I wonder how I will possibly make it through the rest of the day. After having kids naps are never a guarantee. There is no such thing as sleeping in, and even sitting for more than a few minutes is rare. But as a pa'rent you just learn to suck it up, because you have no other choice.

So that is exactly what I do. I tell my pain to 'shove it' and when my husband closes his eyes for " just seven minutes" I get my ass up and I make the beds, fold the laundry, do the dishes, change a few diapers, enjoy a few baby giggles, read a couple books to my toddler, start dinner and let my husband take the hour and a half nap he rightfully deserves! Yes, my stomach hurt very much afterwards, but I knew the consequences and Kevin made sure to scold me heavily we he woke up too.

What I have come to learn in the last two years since becoming a parent is that it is the teamwork between Kev and I  that keeps our family whole. There is nobody but us to relieve each other when we need a 'break.' My husband is the only person I know willing to sacrifice their Saturday afternoon so I can have a nap after a long week of sleepless nights, and vice verse. Kevin is truly my better half, and together we make the best team. He is the yin to my yang and the one person I can count on to be there when I need him. There is nobody who keeps me as grounded and as humble as my husband and without his help I would be a crazy mess and without me he would be...much more sane:-)

(Top picture) The lovely message I found during my morning shower, that hubby was so kind
to start for me. (Bottom picture) My less than eloquent response with the limited amount of
letter w have:-)

Happy Memorial Day! 

19 May 2012

Mastering the Art of Me

I have recently noticed that in the last two years, since having Kaydence, I have often compared myself to other mothers. It has always seemed as though it is me vs. them, and I am always on the losing end. This mom writes better blogs than I, that mom does this thing with her kids daily that I don't, and this mom lost all her baby weight 6 weeks after having twins and here I have 4 months postpartum and still nowhere near my pre-pregnancy weight. I am constantly trying to achieve this idea of a perfect mother by picking the good qualities of all the mothers I know and applying them to myself. What I have began to realize, since having Kameron, is that there is no such thing as a perfect mother. Now that I have two children my days and degrees of mothering vary. Some days I whiz through the day I though I am June Clever; house clean, laundry done, banana bread baked, blog finished and kids fed and happy, all done before noon. And some days it seems as though the universe is giving me the big middle finger; both kids are up at 6am and grumpy, breakfast is donuts, house is mess, nothing has been accomplished and I am an emotional wreck. I have began to understand that you simply have to do what is right and good for your family.

Since better realizing that I have been acting crazy, I have come to discover who I really am. I have my faults but who doesn't? I am a so-so writer, I have little patience when it comes to waiting, and I am late for everything! I am clumsy, high strung, and emotional. I cry about everything and sometimes stress gets the best of me. However, I am learning to be proud of my good qualities. I am an amazing crafter, and a pretty good cook (when I try.) I am very organized, and a fantastic baker. I am hardworking, determined, and a very loving and caring mother to my kids. I have come to discover that when I stop trying to be everybody else, I do a pretty darn good job of being me. And let me tell you being me is much easier and way more enjoyable!

Mother's Day was last weekend and what a wonderful Mother's Day it was indeed! I spent the first part of the beautiful 80 degree day, on a date with my amazing little girl. My wonderful sister bought tickets for Kaydence and I to go see Elmo Live, as a Mother's Day gift. Although we do not allow Kaydence to watch television, she has come to learn of Elmo and the gang through a few of her toys and stickers that we buy her. She has definitely come to love Elmo, and I  knew she would have a blast at the show. 

We then preceded to dinner at a yummy Japanese restaurant with all of our close family and friends. This was a multipurpose dinner because not only was it Mother's Day but it was also my sisters 23rd birthday, as well as a farewell to a dear friend of ours who has recently embarked on a trip to everywhere and nowhere in particular. Sushi was my food of choice and great sushi it was!

Kameron had his four month check up on Monday and is growing and thriving very well! He is a giant big boy weighing in at 18lbs 2oz (>95th percentile) and 26in long (90th percentile). In the last two years of getting to know our pediatrician, we have have built a strong relationship and truly adore her! She talks to us about our kids as freely as one of our family members. She loved Kameron's "man-boobs," as she called them and told me I should take pictures of them before they go away so I can use as them as blackmail later. My sweet boy is starting to look more and more like his daddy each day. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin have led many people, who see him and I together, to believe that he is adopted! Sometimes I can't even believe that he is mine:-) 

Sister is of course still her petite self, coming in only 4lbs heavier than her baby brother. Each day she gets smarter and smarter, and although I know I am biased I can't help but believe that she is an absolute genius! At only 22 months of age she is able to count to 11, recited her alphabet, distinguish between her left and right, recognize and state almost half of the letters in the alphabet, distinguish and recite her shapes, put together simple puzzles, and understand the basic colors; in addition to her impeccable ability to communicate both verbally and with sign language. Each day she impresses me more and more.

Summer sensory box

Kaydence's awesome geographic tongue (A harmless map like appearance of the tongue)

Just in case the pictures weren't enough, enjoy these fun videos of the kiddos! Click Here & Click Here!

Happy Weekend!

02 May 2012

Play Hard, Love Harder

There are many things people tell you when you fall pregnant for the first time.  Things like "Plan on never sleeping again," or "make sure you stock up on diapers early, you will need them." However, nobody ever tells you about the small things that change. The things that you once took for granted, because quite frankly you never had any idea that these things would or could change.

Nobody ever tells you that peeing alone would be a thing of the past. That as soon as your feet hit the bathroom floor you would have a little person right on your heals sharing you intimate bathroom time or beating on the door begging to get in. "Mommy, mommy using potty."

They don't tell you that for the first few years, showering daily is a thing of the past and doing anything to your hair beside a pony tail is laughable.

Nobody tells you that in the diaper bag you should also include an extra outfit for youself because it is a guarantee that at some point during the day you will have food, snot, tears, throwup, dirt, blood or some other unidentifiable substance on what you were wearing.

They also don't tell you that leaving the house would be a chaotic ordeal that usually involves chasing one child for 20 minutes to get their socks and shoes on while the other child screams their head off. Finally after an hour past the time you planned on leaving, when you think you are all ready to go, one of the kids inevitably poops.

After having children and learning these things out for myself, it is hard to understand why people left these wonderful details out :-)

Kevin and I went out this past weekend for the first time in 6 months. I knew that after children the amount of dates that Kevin and I would get would diminish, but I had no idea that half a year could go by before we were able to get quality husband and wife time. So as you could imagine we were both very excited and grateful for this opportunity. It was a friend of ours birthday, so the evening plans  included dinner followed by drinks. I had a great time relaxing and hanging out with my better half, however, it wasn't too early into the night that my husband and I realized that the bar scene just wasn't us anymore. Girls dressed in their skimpiest outfits, men on the prowl, $7 drinks, loud club music, dirty bar bathrooms, none of this I missed.

Which brings me to my next point. Nobody ever told me that I would prefer dinner and movie over clubs and bars. Nobody ever told me that 7am smiles from my blued eyed bald guy would be much more rewarding than 11am sleep ins. Nobody ever told me that exciting buys would include new cloth diapers and a big boy car seat instead of new shoes and blouse. Nobody ever told me that watching my toddler run freely around the house with no cloths on screaming "naked, naked" would be hours of entertainment and gut busting laughs. People never tell you how your purpose in life changes the minute you lay eyes on your amazing and beautiful child or that everything you once cared about no longer mattered.

After children I have become more empathetic, kind and patient.  I eat better and cherish every moment of life. I am wiser, smarter, and much more hardworking. I hug more, laugh more, and appreciate the little thing much more. I play hard and love harder. And I sure am grateful for the incredible amount of love and blessings I have in my life. I am a better person since having my children. I love being a mother and a wife, and I wouldn't trade a single day for 100 years the other way.


Making the decision to have a child is momentous.  It is to decide 
forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.  ~Elizabeth Stone