One of my Christmas presents from Stu was a subscription to Dabbler, a site that will send information once a month about a new craft, hobby, thing! The mails are sent on the 15th, and I laughed when I saw it in my inbox:
It seems as if the universe is aligned against me. People at work, on line, friends, all are trying to talk me into learning to knit. Now. After crocheting for a little bit, I knew I’d eventually learn to knit, as much as I protested. Saying one hook was fine, no need for two needles.
So, I’m still not ready to learn to knit, but this mail was very nicely put together. It explained about yarn, needles, stitches… it had links to videos, information resources. A beginner’s pattern and step by step instructions. I know that now isn’t quite the right time to start, but when it is, I’ll have a great resource to use.
Thank you. It’s a great present. Now, I can’t WAIT to see what they’re going to send next!
Dinner tonight was great! Stu made pasta with four cheese sauce and sausages. Yum. Or as Teagan said “Um Yum!” Everyone ate everything! Maybe the best part was waiting for the stragglers to finish – Ashlin her pasta, Teagan her grapes. I sneezed and Ashlin laughed. So I tried again. Laugh. And again. Another laugh. Again. And again. Teagan got in on it. So awesome. I love dinners like that.
Ashlin has another rash, legs, arms, feet, torso. It looks a bit different than the one Monday, the one she got sent home for. The nurse that saw her Tuesday thinks she was having an allergic reaction to the Amoxicillin. I gave her a dose of Benedryl, and we’ll see what it looks like tomorrow. We may be going back to the doctor, for the third time in a week. Yay.
Four years. It’s gone so fast. It really doesn’t feel like it’s been four years. And that’s since we’ve been married. Not since he’s been here, and not since we knew. But this is a good day to count from. A very good day.
Looking back, I’m amazed at how much my life has changed since he came into it, well and truly into it. I have a best friend. One who’s always there, who will support me, care for me, make me coffee in the mornings. And love me.
We found him a job, taught him to drive on the right side of the road. We had a baby, and love grew. We found a bigger house, and found it on Valentine’s day. Love deepened. We had another baby. Filled the house with even more love. And probably too many books.
I know I never tell him often enough how much me means to me. How much I appreciate that he came all the way over here for me. Left his family, his friends, and his country for me. I never seem to find the right words or the right time, to tell him. How much I do love him. How much he means to me. How much I love our life together, and what we’ve made of it.
It’s hard not to see him in our daughters. To be fair, one does resemble him a little bit more than the other. But even there, it looks like she’s going to be getting his dimples.
I love how my life has changed since he’s been here. How he’s impacted it. Without him, all the things I care about wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be here.
I also love that he surprised me today. With froot! And chocolate. He’s so sweet.
This morning there was a surprise after my shower. A lovely steam message. Made my day.
Made one of the few days I have left, before going back to work, better.
It’s nice to have little reminders like this. I still feel a bit blah – haven’t lost all the baby weight yet. I’m getting there though! Down to the last 5-7 pounds, depending on the day. And although it’s getting lower and lower. it feels like it’s taking forever. I haven’t had the mental fortitude to try on my pre-pregnancy jeans. Not yet anyway.
So, it’s nice to get messages like this… or like this one, that he drew while playing with Teagan outside over the weekend. It was right outside the front door. Teagan made sure I saw it when I went out to see them after getting Ashlin to sleep.
Two years ago today I was in the hospital, being “ripened,” waiting to be induced. It was not how either Stu nor I planned the day. We had gone to the doctor’s appointment on the way to work. We both had meetings. There was no hospital bag in the car. So, of course, I was sent from the doctor’s office to the hospital.
They were worried about my fluid level. The baby was doing ok, but couldn’t stay in any longer.
I spent Monday afternoon and night contracting, not really feeling any of it. Progression was slow and boring. Being in the hospital alone sucked. Waiting sucked. Anticipation sucked.
After a quick peek through the blog archives, it seems that I never wrote up Teagan’s birth story. Or, I haven’t found the blog entry yet. I do know that Stu sent me his version, and I thought I had written mine up, I’ll keep looking.
I can say that she didn’t want to come, she fought to stay in all day. They didn’t move me down to L&D until 10am or so the following morning. There was intervention after intervention – more than I wanted. Ripening, pitocin, foley balloon, water broken, more pitocin, Nubain. My parents calling (really!) to see how I was doing. I hadn’t wanted an epidural, I ended up getting one. I was so tired by the time it was time to push I didn’t think I could. I remember that I wanted to push but they told me I couldn’t. Once they let me, I ended up pushing her out in 45 minutes. The cord was around her neck – bent her ear back, and it stayed like that for a few weeks.
She was a girl! Born to “High and Dry” by Radiohead. She came out a bit blue and didn’t pink up quickly. Her apgars weren’t too good – I think a 6 and then an 8? But she was ok. I was so tired once she was out, I thought I would drop her after they bundled her up and gave her to me. I had Stu take her from me.
It all ended up being worth it. I’m so glad our beautiful princess is here. She really is a joy (as long as she’s not tired!). The way she sees, learns, the world is awesome. I love her to bits.
Yesterday, I tried to write a post . I failed. I did little more than upload the picture I wanted to use. A picture of Teagan. My big girl.
She looks so much bigger, is acting so much older than just even last week. A blink of an eye ago. I know that some if it is due to Ashlin being here, and being so small compared to Teagan. And Ashlin’s not really that small, though she’s not a big baby either.
Teagan’s been using much more complex sentences, thoughts, than she was before. She’s gone from “Titi’s milk” to “my milk” in what seems like days. She does still refer to herself as the baby, but she also refers to Ashlin as her baby sister. Her vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds. It seems as if shes picking up something like five new words every day. Her pronunciation is also improving. If you ask her to watch you say a word, she can almost imitate it. She still has issues with s’s and with th’s. It’s so cute that she’s still saying “beeze” and “tank tou.” She’ll even sing the Yo Gabba Gabba song. Sometimes she will change the words to “Mama, Dada.” Sometimes it’s mommy and not mama. It’s still very cute.
She loves singing, laughing, trying to make us laugh. She will ask you to eat her feet every morning and every evening. It’s never an old joke. It’s her job to turn out the lights at bedtime, and god forbid you do it for her. She doesn’t cry anymore (mostly!) when you brush or comb her hair. More mornings than not, she will demand you put a pony tail in her hair.
She loves going for walks, though she doesn’t like walking. She much prefers to be pushed, but I think it’s because of the snack tray. LOL.
She whispers “thank you,” but will shout “Love you!” If you use the sign “I love you,” she will whisper it back, until she shouts. Although she can’t get her fingers in the right formation, she will hold her hand up, palm to you as her way of signing it. She gives spontaneous hugs, even to her sister. She will also tell her sister to “be quiet,” and “no crying!” Shhhhh. She even told her sister that she loves her. Without any prompting. She will share her food and share her toys. Usually. Sometimes she needs reminding to play nice, but she generally does without the reminder.
She loves hats and her hop-hop shoes (bunny slippers). She will almost always wake up in the morning with a rats nest for hair, but also a song. I like listening to her sing in her crib while drinking coffee, hoping that she goes on and doesn’t start to cry.
She has had a few tantrums, especially if you forget her bubble in the car, but generally she’s a very happy girl. She’s terribly fun to tickle! And will ask for more!
Valentine’s Day. We first saw this house one year ago. I can’t believe it’s been one year. A lot has happened in this past year: a miscarriage, finding a new house, selling the old house, moving, Teagan turning one, getting pregnant again.
Some of the events this past year would be nice to forget, some to never go through again. Some, however, just need to be remembered for always.
Walking into this house was a good thing. At first, our agent didn’t think it would be a good house for us. To be fair, there were some issues, but bottom line, this is where we felt at home. It’s fitting that we found it on Valentine’s Day. A perfect day to build the rest of our lives together on.
Two of Two
Teagan’s birthday (celebrated at the house we found on Valentine’s Day) is another good memory. It was such a busy day, but it was amazing having all the people we love come to celebrate our amazing little girl. A little girl who continues to amaze me. Granted, I could do without the mini-tantrums, and would love for her to toilet train, but generally, she’s a wonderful kid. This new one has something to aspire to. :)
Moving? Can totally be done without or forgotten. An incredibly stressful bunch of days, but necessary. We needed to pack up and move to be able to be in this house. Our house. I do miss my old house, some days more than others. It was a good house for me, for that point in my life. Soon, it stopped being a good fit, and needed to be replaced by one that fit everyone. One that everyone could grow in. It was a cute house though.
Today, I got two valentines :) In the house we found on Valentine’s Day. Life is good.
Today was a rainy day in Puerto Rico. We didn’t do too much – breakfast outside, went to the kiddy pool (Teagan does not like cold water!), nap, late lunch at Pinoñes. (Gotta love fried food!) Another nap (yay!) and then down to meet with a family friend in the hotel bar. We sat around and chatted while dad chased Teagan across the dance floor and the stage. She had a blast. She went around and said “hi” to just about everyone that was at the bar. LOL. Such a social girl.
We eventually had to contain her – in a high chair – and kept her happy by giving her ice cubes from our drinks (yes, I had to have a mojito!)… She got cubes from the mojito, a tom collins, grey goose and soda, rum and coke… I ended up getting a cup of ice water from the bar as she really didn’t need that much exposure to alcohol. She LOVED getting ice – she even said “More please ice dada.” So cute! Renee keep trying to get her to say “ice, ice baby!” I think I might have that on video.
I’ll update once we get home with pictures… I still don’t have access to a laptop.
PS. For some reason, this entry was eaten by the WP app for my iPod… it’s been cranky all week. Anyway… Here’s yesterday’s entry :)