Ahh... another hurdle to Christmas is done. Don't get me wrong, I love Halloween, but pretty much the second I get home from vacation, I'm ready to get out the sweaters and hang my stocking by the chimney. I have almost no use for August and not much more for September. I ADORE Christmas. I love the shoppers, I love the decorations, I love the 24 hour Christmas music radio station. I'm a serious dork.
However, Halloween is where we are and we had a lovely evening with our friends. Today, we babysat for my good friend Trish. Her son Tyler is only a couple months older than Maggie, so needless to say there was a lot of talking about sharing. The kids all do really well together though and it was actually a really great day with all four. Gave me a little hope for my future!
Later, a whole gaggle of my friends and their kids arrived and I had the satisfaction of having more people than I have chairs for. I seriously love to have everyone over. A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I had a boyfriend who didn't like to have guests over. That may be unfair, I tend to stress and get wound up before people come over, especially in my pre-children, neat house days, but he didn't seem to get the same kind of enjoyment I did from having a houseful. My fantasy was that some day, I'd have the house in the neighborhood that everyone comes to and wants to hang around with us. So far, so good. Jeff is a natural entertainer and he understands that my freaking out is part of my enjoyment of the occasion :)
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Well, the panic has begun.
I'm now about 17 weeks pregnant with "Bullseye" and the panic over having 4 kids under age 6 has begun. How am I ever to give them all the attention they each deserve? How can we afford to send them all to college? How will I ever get a shower again?
I know that when the time comes we'll just deal with things as they come, but I have all this time to think about things. Especially with Maggie giving us such a hard time at bedtime and Jack is starting to become a light sleeper, I worry about how any of us are ever going to sleep again. I know that Jeff and I are good parents and I'm soooo thankful that we have a good relationship, cause if we didn't, I think the stress of 4 kids would put a serious crimp in our style.
Thankfully, we have many, many good friends and our parents are always there when we need them. People keep offering help, they're going to be surprised how much we take them up on it! I remind myself that there's a reason we don't really remember our early childhood and while my mom assures me it's cause I was perfect, I'm sure she yelled at me for not great reasons at times and I don't remember any of it. As a matter of fact, my earliest memory of really getting yelled at wasn't until 6th grade, when I scratched my mother's brand new car (it was an accident, but wow, you'd have thought I took a screwdriver to the paint). So in the end, hopefully, what they'll remember is the good times, not the crazy bedtimes or the not so great mornings before Mommy's had her coffee.
So in the end, this is a blog about my panic, but also a warning... don't offer help unless you mean it, and I'm sorry for the crabby pregnant lady I'm going to be for the next couple months!
I know that when the time comes we'll just deal with things as they come, but I have all this time to think about things. Especially with Maggie giving us such a hard time at bedtime and Jack is starting to become a light sleeper, I worry about how any of us are ever going to sleep again. I know that Jeff and I are good parents and I'm soooo thankful that we have a good relationship, cause if we didn't, I think the stress of 4 kids would put a serious crimp in our style.
Thankfully, we have many, many good friends and our parents are always there when we need them. People keep offering help, they're going to be surprised how much we take them up on it! I remind myself that there's a reason we don't really remember our early childhood and while my mom assures me it's cause I was perfect, I'm sure she yelled at me for not great reasons at times and I don't remember any of it. As a matter of fact, my earliest memory of really getting yelled at wasn't until 6th grade, when I scratched my mother's brand new car (it was an accident, but wow, you'd have thought I took a screwdriver to the paint). So in the end, hopefully, what they'll remember is the good times, not the crazy bedtimes or the not so great mornings before Mommy's had her coffee.
So in the end, this is a blog about my panic, but also a warning... don't offer help unless you mean it, and I'm sorry for the crabby pregnant lady I'm going to be for the next couple months!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Aahh... Fall
September is here and I'm so happy to say goodbye to the dreaded month of August. In my world, there should be no August. Actually I'd be happy to go right from Vacation (and I think of it like that, capital letters and all), straight to sweaters. I'd almost be willing to go right to Christmas, but I do like Halloween and the crunchy chill of autumn.
We haven't really been up to a whole lot since the reunion in Pulaski. Jeff and I did celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary on the 13th. I vacillate between feeling like it's been a blink of an eye, or feeling like it's been forever. Some days, I still think "wow, I married Jeff Lacey! That's really crazy!"
You see, Jeff and I met in college and, ahem, "dated." Since my mother may read this, I will not go into details, but suffice it to say, we weren't exactly a long term, meaningful relationship. However, when we did break up, it didn't go well, and we didn't speak again for 9 years.
Then one day in February 2002, I received an email from my good friend Annie Brown about some idiot frat guys in Frostburg who had torn up their frat house. I forwarded it on to a lot of my friends, and one of the people I sent it to was Jeff Lacey. Much to my great surprise, he emailed me back! Turns out he and his wife had just signed separation papers and he was SOOOO happy to hear from me. Strange as it sounds, it really seemed like fate at the time and in hindsight, still seems too good to be true. Our email relationship took off like gangbusters. I was in school at the time and I would rush to the library between classes to check my email to see if he had written me. When I was at work, we would IM constantly. Finally after a couple months, we actually spoke on the phone. When I heard his voice, I knew that I had to see him. And when, a month later, I flew to Maryland for my friend Heather's baby shower, I saw Jeff waiting at the airport with a daisy in his hand for me, I knew that I could never, never let this man go.
I moved back to Maryland on July 1, 2002 and we were married September 13, 2003 - 11 years after we had first met. Now, 6 years and almost 4 kids later, I am still surprised at our good fortune. I love Jeff with everything I've got and as I often tell my friends, I got a deluxe model husband!
We haven't really been up to a whole lot since the reunion in Pulaski. Jeff and I did celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary on the 13th. I vacillate between feeling like it's been a blink of an eye, or feeling like it's been forever. Some days, I still think "wow, I married Jeff Lacey! That's really crazy!"
You see, Jeff and I met in college and, ahem, "dated." Since my mother may read this, I will not go into details, but suffice it to say, we weren't exactly a long term, meaningful relationship. However, when we did break up, it didn't go well, and we didn't speak again for 9 years.
Then one day in February 2002, I received an email from my good friend Annie Brown about some idiot frat guys in Frostburg who had torn up their frat house. I forwarded it on to a lot of my friends, and one of the people I sent it to was Jeff Lacey. Much to my great surprise, he emailed me back! Turns out he and his wife had just signed separation papers and he was SOOOO happy to hear from me. Strange as it sounds, it really seemed like fate at the time and in hindsight, still seems too good to be true. Our email relationship took off like gangbusters. I was in school at the time and I would rush to the library between classes to check my email to see if he had written me. When I was at work, we would IM constantly. Finally after a couple months, we actually spoke on the phone. When I heard his voice, I knew that I had to see him. And when, a month later, I flew to Maryland for my friend Heather's baby shower, I saw Jeff waiting at the airport with a daisy in his hand for me, I knew that I could never, never let this man go.
I moved back to Maryland on July 1, 2002 and we were married September 13, 2003 - 11 years after we had first met. Now, 6 years and almost 4 kids later, I am still surprised at our good fortune. I love Jeff with everything I've got and as I often tell my friends, I got a deluxe model husband!
Monday, August 31, 2009
On the Road with the Lacey's
My childhood memories of long car rides consist mainly of my brother drawing and redrawing a line in the velour that I could not cross, always having something under my feet cause I was the shortest, and praying the car needed gas soon so I could pee. My father is a believer in not overusing the starter in a car by needlessly turning the engine on and off for trivial things like letting your small children relieve themselves. We stopped when the car needed gas, and that was it. So notorious for this was my father, he earned the nickname "No Pee Lee."
My other overarching memory was passing all the signs on the highway for cool, amazing, wonderful attractions. Things that would enhance my creativity and spark my curousity. Things that would make me more popular in school. Things that we passed at an average speed of 55 miles per hour, in a colorful blur of dashed hopes next to the highway. When I am a grown up, I promised myself, I will stop at these things and see what I missed!
So... now I'm a grown up and as Jeff would love to tell you, I have inherited more than a few of my father's habits. I hate stopping needlessly, I hyperventilate if we need to make a stop on the wrong side of the road, and I seriously hate ever having to back track on the road. But there is still a part of me that wants to stop at all the cheesy roadside attractions and see what I missed.
This weekend we drove to Pulaski, VA for Jeff's family reunion. Pulaski is in southern Virginia, practically in Tennessee. On the way there, what do we pass? A thousand signs advertising Luray Caverns. Holy crap! I've always wanted to go there!! So, Jeff and I hatch a plan to leave early on Sunday and go to the caverns on our way home. Hooray us.
The reunion was great. We got to see all the relatives, everyone appropriately fussed over my kids, food was fabulous, etc. The whole weekend, we talked to Ellie about the Cavern. Showed her pictures from the brochure. Made up stories about dinosaurs leaving the "fried egg" formations behind. It was the stuff of parenting books.
We left the reunion on Sunday, brimming with optimism. We trundled up Rt. 81, all the way keeping our eyes open for those lovely green and yellow Luray Cavern signs. "Hear our Stalactite Organ!" "Largest and Most Visited Caverns" "Probably more expensive than you think it should be, but think of the stories your kids will tell" etc. Finally, exit 264, we turn off and begin to follow signs to the Caverns. This is when my inner Leo Moran begins to talk... this is pretty far off the exit... it'll add hours to the whole trip... we could make it to Frederick before the car needs gas.... I do my best to squelch these thoughts and we press on. At long last, the gates to Luray are before us. We pull in, find a good parking spot, so far everything is coming up roses.
The entrance fee is $21 per adult, but thank the Lord, kids are free. (the inner voice for that part was my mom) Next on the agenda is finding Maggie a sweatshirt, as the brochure tells us it's a chilly 54 degrees at all times in the cavern and we didn't have a coat for her. Another $15, and Mags is suited up in the cutest Luray Cavern sweatshirt they had (read, the only sweatshirt in her size).
Okay, we're in line, get our self guided tour headsets and down we start. Now, I had called Luray to see if we could bring a stroller and we could, but the nice person on the phone neglected to tell me there's fourteen stories of narrow staircase to go down. Okay, I exaggerate, it was only about two stories, but still. Jeff mans up and carries the stroller, and I take Jack in my arms and begin herding the children down the stairs.
Halfway down, Ellie, my normally mild mannered child, begins to SCREAM. "I don't want to go here! I don't want to go here!" I suddenly realize that in all our talking about the cavern, we neglected to tell Ellie that it was, in fact, underground. Of course, Maggie also begins to scream too, cause if Ellie's scared, it must be scary. Ellie's muscles have locked and she's not going anywhere. And of course, there's a line of people behind Jeff, wondering what those terrible parents are doing to their children. I quick grab Ellie around the middle and carry her down the stairs and then repeat with Maggie. Quickly strapping Jack in, Jeff and I turn our attention to our girls who are both blubbering and hollering. Just then, the helpful Luray staff girl comes over and offers to show us how our headsets work. What? Are you serious? I wave her away and continue to try to calm the little psychos down. No dice. Five minutes later, we're going back up the 27 flights of stairs to the top. I'll give Ellie credit, I wouldn't have thought she could go up those stairs so fast.
While I stood in line to try to get a refund, Jeff took the girls out to the car. The people at Luray were very understanding and did give us a total refund. Jack and I head back to the car and when I see Maggie, still snuffling, in her cute Luray Caverns sweatshirt, I did what any reasonable person would do... I wrenched that damn sweatshirt off my toddler and stormed back to the gift shop, where I got another refund.
All in all, not our best family outing, but I will say in the end, it turned out to be a nice day. We ended up taking a drive through Georgetown, in DC, and even got street parking and had dinner at Johnny Rockets. The girls both got balloons, and you'll have to wait until the next blog installment for the end of the balloon story!
Most importantly, we all got home safe and sound and the girls are still talking about meeting their cousins. I guess I'll focus on that part of the weekend!
My other overarching memory was passing all the signs on the highway for cool, amazing, wonderful attractions. Things that would enhance my creativity and spark my curousity. Things that would make me more popular in school. Things that we passed at an average speed of 55 miles per hour, in a colorful blur of dashed hopes next to the highway. When I am a grown up, I promised myself, I will stop at these things and see what I missed!
So... now I'm a grown up and as Jeff would love to tell you, I have inherited more than a few of my father's habits. I hate stopping needlessly, I hyperventilate if we need to make a stop on the wrong side of the road, and I seriously hate ever having to back track on the road. But there is still a part of me that wants to stop at all the cheesy roadside attractions and see what I missed.
This weekend we drove to Pulaski, VA for Jeff's family reunion. Pulaski is in southern Virginia, practically in Tennessee. On the way there, what do we pass? A thousand signs advertising Luray Caverns. Holy crap! I've always wanted to go there!! So, Jeff and I hatch a plan to leave early on Sunday and go to the caverns on our way home. Hooray us.
The reunion was great. We got to see all the relatives, everyone appropriately fussed over my kids, food was fabulous, etc. The whole weekend, we talked to Ellie about the Cavern. Showed her pictures from the brochure. Made up stories about dinosaurs leaving the "fried egg" formations behind. It was the stuff of parenting books.
We left the reunion on Sunday, brimming with optimism. We trundled up Rt. 81, all the way keeping our eyes open for those lovely green and yellow Luray Cavern signs. "Hear our Stalactite Organ!" "Largest and Most Visited Caverns" "Probably more expensive than you think it should be, but think of the stories your kids will tell" etc. Finally, exit 264, we turn off and begin to follow signs to the Caverns. This is when my inner Leo Moran begins to talk... this is pretty far off the exit... it'll add hours to the whole trip... we could make it to Frederick before the car needs gas.... I do my best to squelch these thoughts and we press on. At long last, the gates to Luray are before us. We pull in, find a good parking spot, so far everything is coming up roses.
The entrance fee is $21 per adult, but thank the Lord, kids are free. (the inner voice for that part was my mom) Next on the agenda is finding Maggie a sweatshirt, as the brochure tells us it's a chilly 54 degrees at all times in the cavern and we didn't have a coat for her. Another $15, and Mags is suited up in the cutest Luray Cavern sweatshirt they had (read, the only sweatshirt in her size).
Okay, we're in line, get our self guided tour headsets and down we start. Now, I had called Luray to see if we could bring a stroller and we could, but the nice person on the phone neglected to tell me there's fourteen stories of narrow staircase to go down. Okay, I exaggerate, it was only about two stories, but still. Jeff mans up and carries the stroller, and I take Jack in my arms and begin herding the children down the stairs.
Halfway down, Ellie, my normally mild mannered child, begins to SCREAM. "I don't want to go here! I don't want to go here!" I suddenly realize that in all our talking about the cavern, we neglected to tell Ellie that it was, in fact, underground. Of course, Maggie also begins to scream too, cause if Ellie's scared, it must be scary. Ellie's muscles have locked and she's not going anywhere. And of course, there's a line of people behind Jeff, wondering what those terrible parents are doing to their children. I quick grab Ellie around the middle and carry her down the stairs and then repeat with Maggie. Quickly strapping Jack in, Jeff and I turn our attention to our girls who are both blubbering and hollering. Just then, the helpful Luray staff girl comes over and offers to show us how our headsets work. What? Are you serious? I wave her away and continue to try to calm the little psychos down. No dice. Five minutes later, we're going back up the 27 flights of stairs to the top. I'll give Ellie credit, I wouldn't have thought she could go up those stairs so fast.
While I stood in line to try to get a refund, Jeff took the girls out to the car. The people at Luray were very understanding and did give us a total refund. Jack and I head back to the car and when I see Maggie, still snuffling, in her cute Luray Caverns sweatshirt, I did what any reasonable person would do... I wrenched that damn sweatshirt off my toddler and stormed back to the gift shop, where I got another refund.
All in all, not our best family outing, but I will say in the end, it turned out to be a nice day. We ended up taking a drive through Georgetown, in DC, and even got street parking and had dinner at Johnny Rockets. The girls both got balloons, and you'll have to wait until the next blog installment for the end of the balloon story!
Most importantly, we all got home safe and sound and the girls are still talking about meeting their cousins. I guess I'll focus on that part of the weekend!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Excuses, excuses....
I've been away for so long... I know you all have been missing my witticisms. We basically had company from June through August this year and our computer is in the guest room. Can't exactly blog while someone is trying to sleep, right?
Starting June 17th, my good friend Andee and her son, Jack came to stay with us from Flagstaff, AZ. To make a long story short, Andee wanted to have her second child here in Delaware and we had the most convenient house for her to stay. Jack and Ellie are only a couple days apart in age, and were playgroup friends a million years ago before they could even walk. Jack has been living the life of Riley as an only child for the past 4 years, and he got a quick education in the law of the jungle that is living with three kids.
For example, just a few days after they arrived, we were fortunate enough to get an enormous playset, courtesy of my in-laws. When I say, enormous, I mean that if anything goes really wrong, we could always move into it. Well, it's got a "horse" swing, the kind that two kids can sit on back to back and swing together. For some reason, Ellie only wants to face "front" meaning towards the house. Poor "Big Jack", as we took to calling him, always had to face the trees. They would swing on it for a solid half hour like this. One day, I overheard Jack saying he wanted to be on the front and Ellie told him that she wouldn't be his girlfriend anymore if he did... next thing, Jack's riding backwards and Ellie's the princess.
Andee, Big Jack, and eventually her husband Graham stayed with us through the birth of their son, James, and Jeff and I had the honor of being named Godparents to another little man. It's always a thrill to be named a special person in a little one's life.
The day that the Williamson's left us, we received another visitor, this time from another country. Caroline Aime, a teenager we met while in France last year, came to visit us to work on her English skills and to help us out a bit with kiddos. Caroline is 15 and beautiful and very shy. The kids loved her and she spent many a happy hour (happy for me at least) entertaining them. I felt badly most of the time, dragging her around from playdate to playdate to Bible camp to McDonald's, but we did get a few fun trips in - Ocean City, New York City, and the Philadelphia Zoo.
Finally, August 20th rolled around and Caroline went back to her parents and for the first time in three months, Jeff could walk around the house in his underwear if he wanted. It was fun to have everyone here, but it's nice to have the house back to ourselves, and I'm enjoying only cooking for five people again!
Now that I've given all my excuses as to why I haven't been keeping you amused with my blogs, I'll end here and write another about our family reunion in Pulaski, and our failed attempt at going to Luray Caverns!
Starting June 17th, my good friend Andee and her son, Jack came to stay with us from Flagstaff, AZ. To make a long story short, Andee wanted to have her second child here in Delaware and we had the most convenient house for her to stay. Jack and Ellie are only a couple days apart in age, and were playgroup friends a million years ago before they could even walk. Jack has been living the life of Riley as an only child for the past 4 years, and he got a quick education in the law of the jungle that is living with three kids.
For example, just a few days after they arrived, we were fortunate enough to get an enormous playset, courtesy of my in-laws. When I say, enormous, I mean that if anything goes really wrong, we could always move into it. Well, it's got a "horse" swing, the kind that two kids can sit on back to back and swing together. For some reason, Ellie only wants to face "front" meaning towards the house. Poor "Big Jack", as we took to calling him, always had to face the trees. They would swing on it for a solid half hour like this. One day, I overheard Jack saying he wanted to be on the front and Ellie told him that she wouldn't be his girlfriend anymore if he did... next thing, Jack's riding backwards and Ellie's the princess.
Andee, Big Jack, and eventually her husband Graham stayed with us through the birth of their son, James, and Jeff and I had the honor of being named Godparents to another little man. It's always a thrill to be named a special person in a little one's life.
The day that the Williamson's left us, we received another visitor, this time from another country. Caroline Aime, a teenager we met while in France last year, came to visit us to work on her English skills and to help us out a bit with kiddos. Caroline is 15 and beautiful and very shy. The kids loved her and she spent many a happy hour (happy for me at least) entertaining them. I felt badly most of the time, dragging her around from playdate to playdate to Bible camp to McDonald's, but we did get a few fun trips in - Ocean City, New York City, and the Philadelphia Zoo.
Finally, August 20th rolled around and Caroline went back to her parents and for the first time in three months, Jeff could walk around the house in his underwear if he wanted. It was fun to have everyone here, but it's nice to have the house back to ourselves, and I'm enjoying only cooking for five people again!
Now that I've given all my excuses as to why I haven't been keeping you amused with my blogs, I'll end here and write another about our family reunion in Pulaski, and our failed attempt at going to Luray Caverns!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Poor Middle Child
I just realized that I wrote a lovely blog about Jack's 1st birthday, and didn't do anything for Maggie's! Poor middle child. When discussing the potential fourth child, Jeff and I kept trying to come up with "a good reason" to have a fourth and making Maggie not be the middle child seemed to be the best we could do!
But I digress...back to Maggie's birthday...
So three years year, nine months ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and I could smell everything in the house, and I knew immediately that I was pregnant. Ellie was just nine months old and we were in the process of trying to move to Wilmington, DE. As a matter of fact, we had been looking at houses just the day before; two bedroom houses in Trolley Square with small yards... well, needless to say, the news that we had another baby coming changed our plans quick! Suddenly, four bedrooms and a yard were imperative. So, we found our house in Pike Creek and moved in December.
Before we moved, I went to see a new OB practice in Columbia that had midwives practicing with them. After my experience with Ellie, I felt that midwives were really the way I wanted to go. In Maryland, midwives can attend births in the hospital and you can have drugs too. Best of both worlds, I thought. After we moved to Delaware, I was confronted with a problem - Delaware does not allow midwives to practice in hospitals. It was a birth center: no drugs, no two day stay, or a hospital and a potential repeat of the aggrevation and fear I experienced with Ellie. So Jeff and I toured The Birth Center in Wilmington, and our decision was made. We'd go with the midwives. I mean, seriously, how hard could it be, right???
I mostly tried not to think about natural child birth. My pregnancy moved along as my pregnancies do, uneventful and slightly boring. I was due July 16th and of course thought I would go early, cause why wouldn't I? The last week of pregnancy came and I got more and more crazy, actually getting angry at Jeff for going to work and leaving me alone with a 18 month old. Thank God Ellie was a pretty easy toddler! I came up with a game called "baby birdie" where I would lay on the couch and make a "nest" and Ellie would be my birdie... and sit there for an hour while I fed her "worms". What a good girl.
Finally, the day arrived... I woke up around 4AM with contractions, but they weren't regular and they weren't bad. I hesitated in telling Jeff, cause he is a well known contraction killer. Every time I tell him I'm having them, they stop. Around 6 we broke down and called grandparents. Everyone arrived around 9AM, just in time for the contractions to stop AGAIN. I was angry, frustrated, irked... we had already had one false alarm, and I wasn't going to do that again. So, Mom, Jeff, Ginny and I packed up and went to the mall. We walked around and eventually contractions started up again. I didn't notice, but according to Jeff, people were looking at me very strangely, as if they were waiting for my water to break in the food court.
We decided to meet the grandpas in Newark for lunch around 2PM. The whole lot of us, including Ellie, went to Klondike Kate's for some lunch. Little did we know we picked the Newark Beer Festival day to be wandering around down there. I was very tempted to partake! Ellie was just thrilled to have balloons and no one was paying much attention to me. Slowly, during lunch the contractions began to build, until we were done and decided to walk to Bing's Bakery. For those of you not from this area, it's maybe a 1/4 mile, but let me tell you, it seemed like the Bataan Death March to me.
While in the bakery, Mom asked me what kind of stuff I would want for breakfast the next morning, but I couldn't answer. I was doubled over with a contraction... suddenly, everything began to move very fast. Jeff ran to get the car, and we were off.
I figured I still had enough time to take a shower, so we stopped at home and I went upstairs to get in the shower. Blammo! Water broken.... now I needed a shower! We left for the Birth Center at 4:00 and Margaret Leigh made her appearance at 6:30! Whew!
Our first months were tough, as I think it's very hard for anyone to go from one to two kids. No one can fully explain to me why it's so hard, but man... it was tough. Now, at age three, my Mags is a lovebug, a little mommy, and a dancing queen who loves to laugh. As much as she makes me crazy, she tickles me every day with her little ways. She loves her brother, a little too much I might say, and she is joy to watch.
Remind me of this later today when I want to duct tape her to the wall! :)
We decided to meet the grandpas in Newark for lunch around 2PM. The whole lot of us, including Ellie, went to Klondike Kate's for some lunch. Little did we know we picked the Newark Beer Festival day to be wandering around down there. I was very tempted to partake! Ellie was just thrilled to have balloons and no one was paying much attention to me. Slowly, during lunch the contractions began to build, until we were done and decided to walk to Bing's Bakery. For those of you not from this area, it's maybe a 1/4 mile, but let me tell you, it seemed like the Bataan Death March to me.
While in the bakery, Mom asked me what kind of stuff I would want for breakfast the next morning, but I couldn't answer. I was doubled over with a contraction... suddenly, everything began to move very fast. Jeff ran to get the car, and we were off.
I figured I still had enough time to take a shower, so we stopped at home and I went upstairs to get in the shower. Blammo! Water broken.... now I needed a shower! We left for the Birth Center at 4:00 and Margaret Leigh made her appearance at 6:30! Whew!
Our first months were tough, as I think it's very hard for anyone to go from one to two kids. No one can fully explain to me why it's so hard, but man... it was tough. Now, at age three, my Mags is a lovebug, a little mommy, and a dancing queen who loves to laugh. As much as she makes me crazy, she tickles me every day with her little ways. She loves her brother, a little too much I might say, and she is joy to watch.
Remind me of this later today when I want to duct tape her to the wall! :)
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