Saturday, December 1, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Oh, my...it's been FOREVER.
Every day I come to my blog to see if someone has updated it. Unfortunately, my clone has been busy doing a million other things, so, that bee-otch, will now be fired.
Honestly, I come to my blog A LOT. But I come to it to go to the list of OTHER BLOGS that other people (some I know well, some complete strangers, some in between) write at more often than twice a year. So, yeah, I suck. I've said it before on Adventures, but I must truly be the worst blogger ever.
BUT.
Um, nope. I was going to make some statement about how all of that was going to change. BUT, I will not. Because I just don't have the energy to commit to yet another thing. At least my blog will never hate me or disappear (well, I'm not sure about the latter). So, my sweet blog, you are right now a placeholder and hopefully, one day, we will meet again on a more timely basis.
In the meantime, I'll try to think about the last six months and decide what I should write about. Per month, here's some exciting news:
April - I turned 37! Oh, that's not exciting. Just depressing. We celebrated Easter at Greg's sister's house and plugged along with lovely cool spring weather.
May - Nate finished his 3s class at preschool. James turned 6! Awesome Beyblade party!
June - James finished kindergarten, began swim lessons (and learned to swim!), both big boys had camps, and I joined the gym! Love it and Dylan loves the kidz klub (I'm spelling it like they do, I know it's incorrect).
July - We went on a cruise. It. Was. Awesome. We came home after being gone for what was apparently the hottest week EVER -- having survived no electricity for the weekend before we left (after the great Derecho of '12) our house was a/c free for a week and was MIND NUMBINGLY HOT when we returned. I guess I can't remember much else about July. Camps. Pool. Fun. Nate turned 4 with an awesome party with The Great Zucchini!
August - Camps, gym, short beach trip. And the most expensive freaking surgery for a cat - Monty had a bite wound gone bad. Surgery and trapped in recovery in my lovely guest room for almost the whole month. Then he needed follow up care, stitches removals, etc. Then Miss Jones got jealous and let a flea bit her and get infected. Now both cats are healthy and on meds. God, I hope this is it. Then our water heater died and had to be replaced. Then my brakes had to be replaced. Then we couildn't get out of a short beach trip. So, needless to say, we ran out of money and started eating the cabinets.
September - Blessedly, the beginning of school and better temps. Over the summer, James learned to swim and basically ride his bike. This is all exciting stuff! He is now in 1st grade doing Japanese Immersion. It's so cool! Nate has begun 4 morning preschool and continues speech therapy. Dylan continues to wake up before the crack of dawn, nurse A LOT, and generally act like a 2 year old even though he's just not quite 2 yet. We are having his language skills reviewed as well, but we don't think he has the hearing issues Nate had.
That's a basic rundown. I know I'm forgetting stuff. Greg is doing well, exercising and enjoying his work. He is on a new schedule and is home every other Friday to do yard work. Well, that's what it feels like right now. :) We have both big boys in soccer and so we're enjoying that. Well, actually, more like, James is in soccer and loves it. Nate won't play - won't even leave the sideline. Ah, someday.
I am enjoying the gym and the break and the workouts. Someday I will get organized enough to bring my stuff to shower there. Baby steps, baby steps.
Maybe I will get some photos posted soon. I will go ahead and pat myself on my back that I ordered PRINT PHOTOS from the past 9 months and put them in albums. Small victories!
Now I'm off to organize and clean boy clothes for selling/giveaways and practice music for an upcoming gig with a different band.
These are the good and busy days! Now just trying to get some more sleep would be nice...
Honestly, I come to my blog A LOT. But I come to it to go to the list of OTHER BLOGS that other people (some I know well, some complete strangers, some in between) write at more often than twice a year. So, yeah, I suck. I've said it before on Adventures, but I must truly be the worst blogger ever.
BUT.
Um, nope. I was going to make some statement about how all of that was going to change. BUT, I will not. Because I just don't have the energy to commit to yet another thing. At least my blog will never hate me or disappear (well, I'm not sure about the latter). So, my sweet blog, you are right now a placeholder and hopefully, one day, we will meet again on a more timely basis.
In the meantime, I'll try to think about the last six months and decide what I should write about. Per month, here's some exciting news:
April - I turned 37! Oh, that's not exciting. Just depressing. We celebrated Easter at Greg's sister's house and plugged along with lovely cool spring weather.
May - Nate finished his 3s class at preschool. James turned 6! Awesome Beyblade party!
June - James finished kindergarten, began swim lessons (and learned to swim!), both big boys had camps, and I joined the gym! Love it and Dylan loves the kidz klub (I'm spelling it like they do, I know it's incorrect).
July - We went on a cruise. It. Was. Awesome. We came home after being gone for what was apparently the hottest week EVER -- having survived no electricity for the weekend before we left (after the great Derecho of '12) our house was a/c free for a week and was MIND NUMBINGLY HOT when we returned. I guess I can't remember much else about July. Camps. Pool. Fun. Nate turned 4 with an awesome party with The Great Zucchini!
August - Camps, gym, short beach trip. And the most expensive freaking surgery for a cat - Monty had a bite wound gone bad. Surgery and trapped in recovery in my lovely guest room for almost the whole month. Then he needed follow up care, stitches removals, etc. Then Miss Jones got jealous and let a flea bit her and get infected. Now both cats are healthy and on meds. God, I hope this is it. Then our water heater died and had to be replaced. Then my brakes had to be replaced. Then we couildn't get out of a short beach trip. So, needless to say, we ran out of money and started eating the cabinets.
September - Blessedly, the beginning of school and better temps. Over the summer, James learned to swim and basically ride his bike. This is all exciting stuff! He is now in 1st grade doing Japanese Immersion. It's so cool! Nate has begun 4 morning preschool and continues speech therapy. Dylan continues to wake up before the crack of dawn, nurse A LOT, and generally act like a 2 year old even though he's just not quite 2 yet. We are having his language skills reviewed as well, but we don't think he has the hearing issues Nate had.
That's a basic rundown. I know I'm forgetting stuff. Greg is doing well, exercising and enjoying his work. He is on a new schedule and is home every other Friday to do yard work. Well, that's what it feels like right now. :) We have both big boys in soccer and so we're enjoying that. Well, actually, more like, James is in soccer and loves it. Nate won't play - won't even leave the sideline. Ah, someday.
I am enjoying the gym and the break and the workouts. Someday I will get organized enough to bring my stuff to shower there. Baby steps, baby steps.
Maybe I will get some photos posted soon. I will go ahead and pat myself on my back that I ordered PRINT PHOTOS from the past 9 months and put them in albums. Small victories!
Now I'm off to organize and clean boy clothes for selling/giveaways and practice music for an upcoming gig with a different band.
These are the good and busy days! Now just trying to get some more sleep would be nice...
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Dylan 15 months stats (at 16 months)
Weight: 25 pounds 7.5 ounces (50%)
Height: 33.5 inches (93%)
Head: 19 (centimeters? inches?) - big
Overall, he had a great check up. Had to have four shots. Ugh. I took him to the ENT yesterday as we want to be sure his hearing is okay (after all of Nate's issues). Unfortunately, even after they cleaned the disgusting hard wax from his ears, there was still too much fluid to do the hearing test. We have to go back in 6-8 weeks. At that point, even if his cold has cleared up but the fluid remains, we will discuss whether he needs tubes. Greg and I are fine with that, after seeing Nate's progress. I am hopeful that he doesn't, however. His ped asked how many words Dylan says and I could come up with 10-12 words. Not complete words but definite WORDS that you would know, in context, what he was saying. Of course, a few of his words are "Beyblade", "Ninjago", and "Leap Pad". :)
Height: 33.5 inches (93%)
Head: 19 (centimeters? inches?) - big
Overall, he had a great check up. Had to have four shots. Ugh. I took him to the ENT yesterday as we want to be sure his hearing is okay (after all of Nate's issues). Unfortunately, even after they cleaned the disgusting hard wax from his ears, there was still too much fluid to do the hearing test. We have to go back in 6-8 weeks. At that point, even if his cold has cleared up but the fluid remains, we will discuss whether he needs tubes. Greg and I are fine with that, after seeing Nate's progress. I am hopeful that he doesn't, however. His ped asked how many words Dylan says and I could come up with 10-12 words. Not complete words but definite WORDS that you would know, in context, what he was saying. Of course, a few of his words are "Beyblade", "Ninjago", and "Leap Pad". :)
Thursday, March 8, 2012
January, February, March...oh, and Christmas
I'm a bad, bad blogger. I also am a bad photographer - the battery died so I have zero photos of James's basketball season. We do have video, maybe I will upload that someday. Ha ha ha. Surely you jest! In the meantime, briefly....
Christmas in Connecticut: busy, no snow, lots of family time, Nate got a bad cold. On the drive home, he wet his pants (give the kid a break, he was on antibiotics and was coughing a lot), so we finally stopped somewhere in Carlisle, PA (oh, we took a roundabout route home to avoid traffic/rain, etc. and it was TORTURE) to change him and enjoy some of the worst Italian food of our lives. Back in the car, and even after another pee break, Nate peed again. So again we stopped. At this point, I just wanted a big glass of wine. I almost considered drinking through the state of Maryland but what if Greg got pulled over and I would have to be the driver? We'd be camping at some state park. Granted, we would have lots of new presents, but you can't sleep on legos alone!
Didn't mean to go off on that tangent. So Nate was sick. Then Greg got sick. He missed New Year's Eve. My voice felt scratchy and so I went to no talking zone, as I had a gig coming up. Pleasant. Stressful. Ugh. By Weds morning, after a night of no sleep, I begged Greg to stay home - I knew I had a sinus infection and had to get some meds. He handled the boys and I got some meds and rest. That night, I went to bed at 7:30. Hadn't done that since I was 10. Or maybe 5. In any case, I was then up from 3-6 a.m. with crying Dylan. A Dylan who was inconsolable. Greg got up and I went to lie down for a while. After Dylan's nap mid-day, he was hot. And thus begins the story I didn't mean to write. My afternoon of insanity. It goes like this:
All day - no time for shower for Jenn, who is still on antibiotics (this is important to remember)
1:30 - Dylan wakes up, feels warm. Call the ped. Can we get him there at 3:20? Yes. (This is the same place that cleared his ears the DAY BEFORE).
3:00 - Get James out of school early to get to the ped. James cries because he's mad about this. Wah-huh?
3:20 - Screaming, sweating Dylan getting his ears checked, James playing Angry Birds, and Nate lying on the floor. It was lovely. I am still stinky at this point.
3:40 - Dylan is diagnosed with another ear infection. They will send his Rx to the Giant in our neighborhood. I decide in my motherly wisdom to take th boys to McDonald's drive through - early dinner, waste some time, etc. Perfect!
4:30 - Arrive at Giant under the assumption that they've long ago received and filled our Rx. I am so naive. We get in line (which is right next to the bakery, I mean, REALLY), I get the boys doughnuts, then we are told that the Rx isn't there. Oh, wait, let's put some paper in the fax machine. Hum, hum. There it is! Groan. She promises 10 minutes. I must have looked a sight.
5:00 - We leave Giant with the Rx, doughnuts, a new board game, some bath toys, and I have no idea what else.
5:15 - I make the decision that I need to be semi-clean before that evening's gig, for which I need to leave my house at 7. Dylan joins me because he wouldn't leave me alone. I decide that dirty hair is better than nothing. I then have Nate join Dylan. They then take a 30 minute bath while I apply makeup around my crusty nose and curl my hair.
1:00 a.m. - I fall into bed. Exhausted.
So let's just say that late December/early January was tough around there. Then we began basketball. Practice one night a week and games on the weekends. Most of our games were at 8 a.m. Then I began teaching music class again. Then we had birthday parties GALORE for weeks upon weeks.
We threw in a George Mason basketball game, I had two more gigs, the in laws came to visit, and we just kept generally way too busy.
I've hit a mental wall and realize that my anxiety is getting the best of me. Thankfully I am taking steps to control it and am planning less activities, feeling less guilty about missing calls, etc. etc.
Hopefully this spring will be less intense. I love my life but sometimes I just want a break.
Christmas in Connecticut: busy, no snow, lots of family time, Nate got a bad cold. On the drive home, he wet his pants (give the kid a break, he was on antibiotics and was coughing a lot), so we finally stopped somewhere in Carlisle, PA (oh, we took a roundabout route home to avoid traffic/rain, etc. and it was TORTURE) to change him and enjoy some of the worst Italian food of our lives. Back in the car, and even after another pee break, Nate peed again. So again we stopped. At this point, I just wanted a big glass of wine. I almost considered drinking through the state of Maryland but what if Greg got pulled over and I would have to be the driver? We'd be camping at some state park. Granted, we would have lots of new presents, but you can't sleep on legos alone!
Didn't mean to go off on that tangent. So Nate was sick. Then Greg got sick. He missed New Year's Eve. My voice felt scratchy and so I went to no talking zone, as I had a gig coming up. Pleasant. Stressful. Ugh. By Weds morning, after a night of no sleep, I begged Greg to stay home - I knew I had a sinus infection and had to get some meds. He handled the boys and I got some meds and rest. That night, I went to bed at 7:30. Hadn't done that since I was 10. Or maybe 5. In any case, I was then up from 3-6 a.m. with crying Dylan. A Dylan who was inconsolable. Greg got up and I went to lie down for a while. After Dylan's nap mid-day, he was hot. And thus begins the story I didn't mean to write. My afternoon of insanity. It goes like this:
All day - no time for shower for Jenn, who is still on antibiotics (this is important to remember)
1:30 - Dylan wakes up, feels warm. Call the ped. Can we get him there at 3:20? Yes. (This is the same place that cleared his ears the DAY BEFORE).
3:00 - Get James out of school early to get to the ped. James cries because he's mad about this. Wah-huh?
3:20 - Screaming, sweating Dylan getting his ears checked, James playing Angry Birds, and Nate lying on the floor. It was lovely. I am still stinky at this point.
3:40 - Dylan is diagnosed with another ear infection. They will send his Rx to the Giant in our neighborhood. I decide in my motherly wisdom to take th boys to McDonald's drive through - early dinner, waste some time, etc. Perfect!
4:30 - Arrive at Giant under the assumption that they've long ago received and filled our Rx. I am so naive. We get in line (which is right next to the bakery, I mean, REALLY), I get the boys doughnuts, then we are told that the Rx isn't there. Oh, wait, let's put some paper in the fax machine. Hum, hum. There it is! Groan. She promises 10 minutes. I must have looked a sight.
5:00 - We leave Giant with the Rx, doughnuts, a new board game, some bath toys, and I have no idea what else.
5:15 - I make the decision that I need to be semi-clean before that evening's gig, for which I need to leave my house at 7. Dylan joins me because he wouldn't leave me alone. I decide that dirty hair is better than nothing. I then have Nate join Dylan. They then take a 30 minute bath while I apply makeup around my crusty nose and curl my hair.
1:00 a.m. - I fall into bed. Exhausted.
So let's just say that late December/early January was tough around there. Then we began basketball. Practice one night a week and games on the weekends. Most of our games were at 8 a.m. Then I began teaching music class again. Then we had birthday parties GALORE for weeks upon weeks.
We threw in a George Mason basketball game, I had two more gigs, the in laws came to visit, and we just kept generally way too busy.
I've hit a mental wall and realize that my anxiety is getting the best of me. Thankfully I am taking steps to control it and am planning less activities, feeling less guilty about missing calls, etc. etc.
Hopefully this spring will be less intense. I love my life but sometimes I just want a break.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Santa Visit
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Dylan's 1 year portrait
I had Dylan's portrait taken for his first birthday. We had the first appointment of the day. Good thing! By the time we were done we were ALL done....I had Nate with me as well and try as he did, Dylan was semi freaked out about the entire experience (he was much easier to work with for his 6 month photos). But we did get a few good ones, here's the one I chose:
I mean, doesn't he look so grown up??? This baby....who will ALWAYS be "the baby", just makes me weak at the knees. He is so sweet and snuggly and happy and awesome. So he wakes up early almost every day...in the grand scheme of things, it's okay, I'll live. This guy makes us all so happy, we love you baby D.!
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