Lots of things going on this week.
The kids -Emma and Tripp - are in swimming lessons again this week. This time, they are in the mornings. Tripp is such a morning kid (not!). He has a routine that he likes to follow when he gets up.
1. He comes downstairs.
2. He hugs and kisses.
3. Then, he goes to the couch and he lays down. He has to have a pillow and be covered with a blanket. And, his feet cannot show. He doesn't like to sleep with feet uncovered.
4. Then, he has to have a sippy with red juice.
5. Following this, he likes to watch Spongebob. Handy Manny does not work for him. He used to watch Wonderpets in the morning. Now they are not on - that I know of - this early.
So, his morning routine has been comprimised by the swimming lessons. And he is not happy.
Emma, on the other hand, is a fish. She is ALL ABOUT swimming... and is doing really well. She is not afraid. She has already jumped off the high dive this year. She actually has jumped for the past two years, but it takes some time to build up her courage.
Eli was a fish from birth. He is already backflipping off the diving board. And front flipping.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Remembering where I came from.
Yesterday, Dave and I were able to sneak off in the afternoon and head out to the lake WITH NO KIDS. Yes, you read right. We had NO KIDS.
Not only did we get to go to the lake, we rode the Harley. When we left, we started talking and realized that it had been two years since we had our last Harley trip.
When we got to the houseboat, I was sad to find a collection of very small diapers in the bathroom. Along with the diapers, there was a collection of small swim diapers. Guess what that means? Well, the last time we went to the lake, Tripp was a baby and Emma was a toddler. I guess we have been having so much fun at home, we forgot to visit the lake for the last three or four years.
It was nice to be back. We hung out, I got some sun, read a book and drank several cold, cold bottles of water. Later on that afternoon, we went for a boat ride.
This takes me back to many years ago. Dave and I had our first "official" date (see, Waffle House doesn't count) at the lake (well, following Red Lobster) and we went swimming at the dam about 2 a.m.
As I sat in the sunshine- on a boat- in the middle of the lake- I remembered our life pre-small children. I thought about how we used to spend the summers on the water, leaving Friday after work, and not coming home until Sunday at dark. I thought of all our midnight conversations out on the water, our trips to the A-Frame to karaoke, the obscene amount of alcohol that we consumed. I remembered how quiet the lake gets at night. I missed it all. Well, not all. Not the alcohol. :)
Sometimes in life, I get so busy that I forget to stop and take a deep breath. Thanks, Dave for yesterday. I had a blast.
Not only did we get to go to the lake, we rode the Harley. When we left, we started talking and realized that it had been two years since we had our last Harley trip.
When we got to the houseboat, I was sad to find a collection of very small diapers in the bathroom. Along with the diapers, there was a collection of small swim diapers. Guess what that means? Well, the last time we went to the lake, Tripp was a baby and Emma was a toddler. I guess we have been having so much fun at home, we forgot to visit the lake for the last three or four years.
It was nice to be back. We hung out, I got some sun, read a book and drank several cold, cold bottles of water. Later on that afternoon, we went for a boat ride.
This takes me back to many years ago. Dave and I had our first "official" date (see, Waffle House doesn't count) at the lake (well, following Red Lobster) and we went swimming at the dam about 2 a.m.
As I sat in the sunshine- on a boat- in the middle of the lake- I remembered our life pre-small children. I thought about how we used to spend the summers on the water, leaving Friday after work, and not coming home until Sunday at dark. I thought of all our midnight conversations out on the water, our trips to the A-Frame to karaoke, the obscene amount of alcohol that we consumed. I remembered how quiet the lake gets at night. I missed it all. Well, not all. Not the alcohol. :)
Sometimes in life, I get so busy that I forget to stop and take a deep breath. Thanks, Dave for yesterday. I had a blast.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Happy Birthday to my Be-Be.
Tripp arrived on June 5th, 2005 at about 6 a.m. in the morning.
It was magical.
In the end, all things worked out. Dave was there. He did all the wonderful, supportive stuff he does every time we have a new baby. He held my hand. He kissed my forehead. He told me he loved me.
In the operating room, I told Dr. Terry a big "I told ya so." He asked me if I picked up those new Oreo's at Wal-Mart the night before. I musta just missed them.
Tripp had the cord wrapped around his neck either three or four times. Dr. Terry announced it in his doctor jib jab, and unfortunately I understood his medical terminology. I had a moment of panic, then the baby cried, I cried, and the world was OK.
I thought I would be smart and so I requested NO MORPHINE because I got fever blisters when I had Emma (and was told that it was from the morphine). Boy, was I stupid. Who has a C-Section with no morphine? This request only lasted just an hour or so. By time I got back to my regular room (which combined with recovery time) I was M.I.S.E.R.A.B.L.E. And then, the nurse laid the drugs to me. Wheee!
I looked at my sweet little boy, the baby who looked like a baby version of my sweet Dave, and I was IN LOVE. Some mothers talk about falling in love with their children over a period of time. Some fall instantly. Well, I fell hard - right then.
As with all my kids, I held that connection when he was born.
Over the last four years, I have completely enjoyed being Tripper-Do's mother. He is wonderful. He makes me laugh. I enjoy his temperament. I love him just because he looks like his daddy. They have the same personalities, the same mannerisms, the same smirks. Every one of these four years have been wonderful.
I love you so much, Tripp. You will always be my be-be.
It was magical.
In the end, all things worked out. Dave was there. He did all the wonderful, supportive stuff he does every time we have a new baby. He held my hand. He kissed my forehead. He told me he loved me.
In the operating room, I told Dr. Terry a big "I told ya so." He asked me if I picked up those new Oreo's at Wal-Mart the night before. I musta just missed them.
Tripp had the cord wrapped around his neck either three or four times. Dr. Terry announced it in his doctor jib jab, and unfortunately I understood his medical terminology. I had a moment of panic, then the baby cried, I cried, and the world was OK.
I thought I would be smart and so I requested NO MORPHINE because I got fever blisters when I had Emma (and was told that it was from the morphine). Boy, was I stupid. Who has a C-Section with no morphine? This request only lasted just an hour or so. By time I got back to my regular room (which combined with recovery time) I was M.I.S.E.R.A.B.L.E. And then, the nurse laid the drugs to me. Wheee!
I looked at my sweet little boy, the baby who looked like a baby version of my sweet Dave, and I was IN LOVE. Some mothers talk about falling in love with their children over a period of time. Some fall instantly. Well, I fell hard - right then.
As with all my kids, I held that connection when he was born.
Over the last four years, I have completely enjoyed being Tripper-Do's mother. He is wonderful. He makes me laugh. I enjoy his temperament. I love him just because he looks like his daddy. They have the same personalities, the same mannerisms, the same smirks. Every one of these four years have been wonderful.
I love you so much, Tripp. You will always be my be-be.
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