Wednesday, September 30, 2009
He really has a thing for our back bedroom, and since there isn't really anything he can get into and hurt himself, I let him have at it. It can be "his room" until we have a little one of our own to argue the point with him.
Anyhow, he went into "his room" this past Sunday and after a couple minutes, I knock on the door and lo and behold the cutest sight I have ever seen!
He answers the door, and says, " look Aunt B, your chues!" as he steps out in my flip flops, on the wrong feet of course.
I *heart* the things kids do!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Step 4: Sew.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Greyson's mom also shares my shoes of being a babyless mama. She gave birth to a stillborn little boy, much too small for the hospital blanket that he was presented to her in. For families who experience this horrific situation, those few minutes we get to spend with our baby are the memories we will keep for a lifetime.
She has started a project of blanket donations for hospitals, in itty bitty baby sizes (12x12 and 24x24), to be used for cases of fetal demise. I know many of my friends and family are crafty, and it would mean a lot to me, and to many others who have grieved the loss of their babies for you to donate to a worthy cause.
Click on the link to her website for blanket specs ( double sided flannel) and an address to which you can mail them to.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
If you ask him how we met, you'll likely get a shorter explanation, but I'm the novel writer here ( a useful quality when dating someone who needed help editing school papers.. haha). It's been a long time, but I can recall the night we met like it was yesterday. I was smitten from the start.
After a trip to San Francisco to see my old roommate JP was cancelled, my 2 girlfriends and I ended up at a little bar on the corner. It was a slow Saturday night in Davis, and we were in the mood to get caught up on each other's lives and have a couple of drinks.
My roommate at the time started flirting with the bartender as he took our order, telling him that we were interviewing prospective fathers for our unborn children ( keep in mind, none of us were in the mood to meet anyone , so asking random bartender dude a silly question that might scare him away was no biggie). I mean, not like any of us were his type anyways. He saw pretty girls on a nightly basis, and surely had a woman that was spoken for. Anyways, R. asked the bartender what 3 qualities he possessed that he hoped to pass on to his offspring.
I still remember his words, and now that we're working on the family thing, I hope he passes on the qualities he listed as well!
All this, and I didn't even know his name. ( was this guy for real??? He was pure awesomeness!)
He later introduced himself after the interrogation by us 3 girls, and mentioned he remembered me from the local gym. The girls and I continued to drink until closing time ( so much a for a "couple of drinks", eh?).
I remember walking up to the bar to thank him for the drinks, and he passed me what I thought was a credit card slip. I told him that it wasn't mine, and that I was going to pay cash. My friend H., who had been talking to him, laughed as he said to me, " I don't care what you write, but write something down."
Then I got it.
He wanted, MY number. Not theirs, but MINE. Flustered by his proposition, I did my best to write down the correct number..How bad would it be if I messed up giving him my real number?!
As my friends and I walked the 5 blocks to my little apartment on D street, I couldn't help but wonder, out of all the girls he sees every night, why pick me? I'm sure I "wondered" their ears off, and they were happy to see us go out on our first date a couple nights later.
With the years that have passed, we have had highs and lows, including career changes, moves, home purchases, personal fitness goals achieved, and the loss of two babies. There is nobody I would want by my side to share in these life experiences, other than him. I truly feel like I hit the jackpot, finding a stand-up guy who's the apple of my eye.
I laugh now when I think back to the night we met. Little did I know that a ruined trip to the City would turn out to change my life forever.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
" Hold, please".
You get no explanation for why you're on hold, although logical thinkers can figure out the possible scenarios. I usually wait out those long "holds" ( 13 minutes, really?!) and politely speak to the person who finally picks up. No complaining, cause I figure that they've already caught the wrath of the 6 calls ahead of me..
But with life, and being on hold, I want to yell at the fact that I'm on hold. I don't want to be polite. But I have no choice. Kicking and screaming will get us nowhere, but it would feel damn good. I want to have an explanation on why I can't have everything at the drop of a hat, or at a time that is convinient for me. Uhm, last year woulda been nice to have a baby...But, my baby making phone got picked up, answered briefly, then put on hold again. We're patiently ( okay, I lie..I'm not patient, but working on it) waiting again for our call to be answered..
However, life outside of the TTC world goes on while we're sitting here on hold.
There are many things I would rather be doing if the dang call could just get answered. There is just no way to do two things at once when you've been waiting so long. It's a decision of what we want the most..Do we want our call to be picked up, or do we want to hang up and make other plans?
I know, I know..What are you getting at, Brie?
You see, when NZ and I started trying to start our family, I thought to myself, a year away from training, max. I was going to be one of those moms who went back to the gym at 6 weeks postpartum and squashed all those blame-it-on-the-baby extra pounds. I saw myself getting back on stage within a year after having our first. I think NZ would have liked to do the same on his end. We both sacraficed our gym-bound lifestyle to have the best odds at getting pregnant.
Miscarrying at 9 weeks, with my first, was tough. I immediately wanted to get back into the gym to "do something with myself" and get my mind off the pain. I did get back in there, but only sporadically, as I had so many internal arguements with myself that usually questioned "what are you doing ?! You can't be super lean right now if you want babies!!". NZ helped to be the voice of reason, always keeping one foot in front of the other, for both of us.
Finally getting pregnant with #2 last December, I opted to embrace pregnancy and not worry about working out or weight gain. It's what you're supposed to do, right? I was just so excited to be pregnant and have another chance that every thought of working out went out the window. I had better things to do, like eat! ( mmmm, taco bell & Bagels!).
Now that we've lost our baby girl, and all of my postpartum issues and weight have gone away, I have motivation again. I've been back on the treadmill and in the gym, working out..in MODERATION. But, with this renewed love for the gym, comes the desire to compete again.
Every ounce of me knows that I can not (and really do not) need to do a competition anytime in the near future. Doing that would be like hanging up the phone after spending 45 minutes on hold and pressing every prompt available on the automated system.
For now, I will just sit on hold and doodle down my dreams on the paper in front of me...Patiently waiting for my call to be answered.
Someday, someone will pick it up, I know it.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Step 10: Place dipped balls on WAXED PAPER ( The use of WAXED paper is imperative. Anything else and it sticks!)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Dear Mrs. KitchenAid,
Since you came into my life, you've made everything so much easier! I wondered, as I registered for you, if anyone would purchase you and send you to my home...and even moreso, I worried that I may get you to my house, and then (gasp!) let you collect dust as many appliances do.
We've spent almost 3 years together..and they've all been beautiful. According to NZ, the sheer magnitude of your mixing abilities makes the best cookies, ever...and without you, he may be subjected to dry spots, clumps and edible- yet- not-so- delicious- cookies.
It wasn't until last night, that I realized just how versatile you are. I usually use you for baking purposes, mixing in that stubborn flour...and sometimes for the granola I make, you save my hands and spoon from that sticky honey mess...but last night, you wowed me with your mashed potatoes making ability. In just 20 minutes from raw tater to mashed...LOVELY.
So, Mrs. KitchenAid, I can safely say that my domestic skills would suffer without you, and therefore, I will never, ever leave you. In fact, I may just die without you.
Your proud owner,
Monday, September 7, 2009
Taken at last night's Dodger game.
Beautiful night in So Cal, and we had fun despite the loss to San Diego. NZ picked out fantastic seats. Probably the best ones we've had this season.Not much beats a night at a ballgame with someone you love...and peanuts, and soda, and Dodger dogs, and soft-pretzels and well...you get it.