She told me they had cupcakes, looks like a party to me!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Did I ever think?
That I would imagine every worst case scenario?
That I would cry over a first smile?
Tremble with frustration.
Yell like my mother.
Hear my mother in my voice?
Beam with pride over a lost tooth.
Bite my husband while in labor?
Get peed, pooped, and puked on.
Dry tears of sadness followed by scolding his madness.
Love sleeping with him. Not even mind being kissed by his morning breath.
Think about him every other moment of each and every day.
Wish him to be old.
Wish him to be young.
Wonder how that even tastes good?
Not care if he uses my toothbrush.
Irritated if he ruins my chapstick.
Scold my husband for being a crabby daddy but turn around and do worse.
Love the sound of his laughter.
Dance parties are a must.
Time outs are often.
Just some random thoughts as I think back to the day Anthony was born and I had NO idea what was in store for me. Beginning with labor. Today he turns 6 years old. SIX. My baby is six years old and even though I keep saying it I just cannot believe it. There are days I wish him to be 18 and there are days I wish him to be a newborn.
As you are growing up you hear the adults repeatedly say that it just goes by way too fast. It really does. It feels like yesterday that Erik and I were in the hospital room shaking with the unknown. There is just no way to prepare a new parent with what is to come. I often tell people that you really don't know what life is all about until you have a child, for me that is really when I started living and seeing the big picture. You look at everything with such a different perspective, your life is not about you anymore and it never will be again.
I would not trade all that comes with for ANYTHING in this world.
Happy Birthday Anthony!! Congrats on getting that big boy tooth out and for literally not being hit by a bus this week. Just know that I am here for you no matter what but be patient with me because I am only human. We are going to take this ride one day at a time and enjoy it. I love you buddy! xoxo
That I would cry over a first smile?
Tremble with frustration.
Yell like my mother.
Hear my mother in my voice?
Beam with pride over a lost tooth.
Bite my husband while in labor?
Get peed, pooped, and puked on.
Dry tears of sadness followed by scolding his madness.
Love sleeping with him. Not even mind being kissed by his morning breath.
Think about him every other moment of each and every day.
Wish him to be old.
Wish him to be young.
Wonder how that even tastes good?
Not care if he uses my toothbrush.
Irritated if he ruins my chapstick.
Scold my husband for being a crabby daddy but turn around and do worse.
Love the sound of his laughter.
Dance parties are a must.
Time outs are often.
Just some random thoughts as I think back to the day Anthony was born and I had NO idea what was in store for me. Beginning with labor. Today he turns 6 years old. SIX. My baby is six years old and even though I keep saying it I just cannot believe it. There are days I wish him to be 18 and there are days I wish him to be a newborn.
As you are growing up you hear the adults repeatedly say that it just goes by way too fast. It really does. It feels like yesterday that Erik and I were in the hospital room shaking with the unknown. There is just no way to prepare a new parent with what is to come. I often tell people that you really don't know what life is all about until you have a child, for me that is really when I started living and seeing the big picture. You look at everything with such a different perspective, your life is not about you anymore and it never will be again.
I would not trade all that comes with for ANYTHING in this world.
Happy Birthday Anthony!! Congrats on getting that big boy tooth out and for literally not being hit by a bus this week. Just know that I am here for you no matter what but be patient with me because I am only human. We are going to take this ride one day at a time and enjoy it. I love you buddy! xoxo
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
A moment of horror...
Today we woke up to a week of getting back into action. Anthony had last week off for Easter so he was excited to get back to school and see all of his friends. He has a very wiggly tooth that he was eager to show off to his classmates. We get ready and go through the motions this morning just like we do every Monday morning.
The bus picks Anthony up at the end of our driveway on the opposite side of the road. Every morning the bus pulls up, he sees it from our entryway, and crosses the street in front of bus every time. Today the bus pulled up and I could tell it was a different driver than normal. Anthony sees the bus and heads for it. I see the two neighbor boys who live on the other side of the street get on the bus. I then see the stop sign attached to the bus start to retreat back. I realize that the bus driver does not see that Anthony is coming across the street. It was like in slow motion, a scream came out of my body that I did not even know existed. I could see in plain view that she did not see him and the bus starts to pull forward. He is right in front of it, less than 5 feet and the bus is moving slowly forward. There is nothing I could have gone to stop it from where I was at. It was the worst feeling I have ever had.
Just as soon as she pulls forward she stops. Anthony has no idea anything has just happened because he was just focused on getting on the bus like he normally does. The bus driver waves to me because at this point I know she sees me in the entry way with a look of absolute horror across my face. I see her wave straight ahead and realize that my neighbor Kristin most likely pointed out that Anthony was in front of her when she took off. I am still shaken by it.
I called the school as well as the bus company to let them know what happened. The dispatcher at the bus company responded by telling me that they will make sure when there is a sub they will have it clearly stated on the route that there is a child crossing the street to get on the bus at our stop. When I called in I thought I had calmed myself but I started to sob.
Life can change in blink of an eye. My worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. Thankfully it went the right way but I keep replaying the scenario over and over in my head. Our children are our everything. Today the dirty socks on the floor don't matter; the kool-aid stains on the carpet are minor. I am just so thankful to be able to celebrate my soon to be 6 year olds birthday on Thursday this week and play in the sandbox when I get home. I have no idea what I would have done if it went the other way. I just can't shake it.
The bus picks Anthony up at the end of our driveway on the opposite side of the road. Every morning the bus pulls up, he sees it from our entryway, and crosses the street in front of bus every time. Today the bus pulled up and I could tell it was a different driver than normal. Anthony sees the bus and heads for it. I see the two neighbor boys who live on the other side of the street get on the bus. I then see the stop sign attached to the bus start to retreat back. I realize that the bus driver does not see that Anthony is coming across the street. It was like in slow motion, a scream came out of my body that I did not even know existed. I could see in plain view that she did not see him and the bus starts to pull forward. He is right in front of it, less than 5 feet and the bus is moving slowly forward. There is nothing I could have gone to stop it from where I was at. It was the worst feeling I have ever had.
Just as soon as she pulls forward she stops. Anthony has no idea anything has just happened because he was just focused on getting on the bus like he normally does. The bus driver waves to me because at this point I know she sees me in the entry way with a look of absolute horror across my face. I see her wave straight ahead and realize that my neighbor Kristin most likely pointed out that Anthony was in front of her when she took off. I am still shaken by it.
I called the school as well as the bus company to let them know what happened. The dispatcher at the bus company responded by telling me that they will make sure when there is a sub they will have it clearly stated on the route that there is a child crossing the street to get on the bus at our stop. When I called in I thought I had calmed myself but I started to sob.
Life can change in blink of an eye. My worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. Thankfully it went the right way but I keep replaying the scenario over and over in my head. Our children are our everything. Today the dirty socks on the floor don't matter; the kool-aid stains on the carpet are minor. I am just so thankful to be able to celebrate my soon to be 6 year olds birthday on Thursday this week and play in the sandbox when I get home. I have no idea what I would have done if it went the other way. I just can't shake it.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Boys update
My boys are transforming from sweet smelling babies to burping, farting, nose picking machines. It is disgusting, they think its hilarious! It makes me panic because if they are this bad now what is my house going to smell like in 10 years?
So as I began typing this post yesterday they both crawl into our bed, jump on me, and Anthony rips one. As the weekend transpired Anthony continued to make any bodily noise humanly possible and spent a good portion of his weekend being reprimanded because of it. Yuck!
Last week he was picking out a wedge and smelled his hand, looks at me and says,"Mom, my butt smells like nachos." I respond,"Inappropriate, wash your hands and get in the bath."
He also told me last week after I told Alex he was cute in the car that I was hot. "You know mom when someone looks cute-cute they are hot. So like you today, you are hot but Alex is only cute." What? He told me one of his classmates told him this at recess, they saw it on Hannah Montana. THANK YOU DISNEY!
So we are working on our manners incessantly and trying to get outside as much as possible to enjoy this BEAUTIFUL weather. Who new sun could bring such happiness?
So as I began typing this post yesterday they both crawl into our bed, jump on me, and Anthony rips one. As the weekend transpired Anthony continued to make any bodily noise humanly possible and spent a good portion of his weekend being reprimanded because of it. Yuck!
Last week he was picking out a wedge and smelled his hand, looks at me and says,"Mom, my butt smells like nachos." I respond,"Inappropriate, wash your hands and get in the bath."
He also told me last week after I told Alex he was cute in the car that I was hot. "You know mom when someone looks cute-cute they are hot. So like you today, you are hot but Alex is only cute." What? He told me one of his classmates told him this at recess, they saw it on Hannah Montana. THANK YOU DISNEY!
So we are working on our manners incessantly and trying to get outside as much as possible to enjoy this BEAUTIFUL weather. Who new sun could bring such happiness?
Monday, March 22, 2010
Much needed vacation...
Please take note of my $30 pink stocking cap and under my pants (I will not be sharing a picture) my $35 dollar long johns. Not to mention my $59 swimsuit I had to get at Pamida because I forgot to pack one. Because even though it looked gorgeous it was a bit chilly. My fancy phone said it was going to be in the 50's-wrong! It was more like in the 30's with a breeze that could cut right through you.
But my fancy phone did take these kick ass pictures-not bad for a camera phone. We stayed with Tawni in Duluth on Thursday night and trekked up to Blue Fin Bay on Friday to meet the Kuehl's (who by the way are expecting-I told you I would announce it on the blog Amy, she is due in October-yay!). Be sure to share your congrats with them via postal mail because they do not use technology to communicate with the world. :)
Friday we ate at a cute little restaurant that sold some serious gourmet chocolate, Erik bought the biggest and yummiest peanut butter cup I have ever seen and ate. We did a brief hike at Gooseberry Falls but this was prior to the long johns and I was cold, but again it was gorgeous. So we decided to head to the resort to check in, along the way I bought the coveted hat and long johns. Amy bought a new pair of hiking shoes because she brought two left shoes-not very comfortable to hike in.
Friday we ended the evening with some stuffed chicken breasts I got at the local market that was super cute and a game of Catch Phrase that was old school and in a game board box, manual but still very fun.
We woke to have breakfast on Saturday, the Kuehl's were responsible for making breakfasts both days but Brad only remembered to bring two eggs to feed us all. Two HUGE ostrich eggs that held enough eggs to equal a dozen per egg. Tasted just like chicken eggs-he made a great frittata with one of them. We brought back the empty shell to Anthony as a souvenir, he has since not stopped asking questions about it.
Saturday we took off to Tempereste and hiked the waterfalls, stream, and woodlands surrounding the area. That is where all of the pictures from above are, did I mention it was absolutely gorgeous? After the hike we headed to a really cute town called Grand Marais for some lunch and to walk around. Had the best turkey and goat cheese sandwich at a little place called The Crooked Spoon.
Headed back to the resort to hot tub and have a great dinner prepared by the Greene's. Watched the movie Taken with Liam Neeson-(this movie will keep you at the edge of your seat, thought it was smart, insightful, and sad to watch if you are a parent). But the ending is great-seriously rent it if you have not seen it.
Headed to bed by 11:30 and woke up to 15-20 pieces of hard earned and I am sure well spent merchandise the guys discovered at the crane machine in the arcade. Packed up and headed home.
The boys had a great time with Leslie, Chad, and Stu. Alex was calling her mommy by the time I got home and both wanted to stay with them another night. I cannot blame them since they swam everyday, went to the circus, and came home with every light up toy imaginable. But was happy to hear Alex say he was,"hoppy (yes hoppy) to be home."
All in all a great weekend for all of us. Now Erik is taking off to Wyoming for work to go to the Ditch Witch factory for a tour and pick out his new equipment so I am in single parent mode. Not cool since it takes me and hour and a half to drop Alex off and get to work because the Red River has destroyed my normal path. Forunatley Erik's parents were not affected by the flood this year. Keep your fingers crossed that it remains that way!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Great Movie-it is a must!
Academy Award Nominee: Best Actor, Colin Firth
“Rapturous and remarkable”—Rolling Stone
“One of the best movies of the year”-Time Magazine
Woo! Two posts in one day-Leslie and I went and saw this last night at the Fargo Theatre. It was soooo beautiful. The score was beautiful and the story was heartbreaking. Not to mention I personally LOVE both Colin Firth and Julianne Moore. I really do think he should have won the Oscar for his performance. Movies like this are a reminder that love is love. Death is death. Nobody should get to judge who others decide to love.
Set in Los Angeles in 1962, at the height of the Cuban missile crisis, A Single Man is the story of George Falconer (Colin Firth, Academy Award nominee for Best Actor), a 52-year-old British college professor who is struggling to find meaning to his life after the death of his longtime partner, Jim (Matthew Goode). George dwells on the past and cannot see his future as we follow him through a single day, where a series of events and encounters ultimately leads him to decide if there is a meaning to life after Jim. George is consoled by his closest friend Charley (Julianne Moore), a 48-year-old beauty who is wrestling with her own questions about the future. A young student of George’s, Kenny (Nicholas Hoult), who is coming to terms with his true nature, stalks George as he feels in him a kindred spirit. A Single Man is a romantic tale of love interrupted, the isolation that is an inherent part of the human condition, and ultimately the importance of the seemingly smaller moments in life. Directed and co-written by acclaimed fashion designer Tom Ford (making his feature debut), based on the novel by Christopher Isherwood.
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