Monday, June 6, 2011

Walking The Walk: The Day In Pictures

(Read Part One)
(Read Part Two)
(Read Part Three)
(Read Part Four)
(Read Part Five)

The crew, making our way to the field.

I bet The Princess would have loved to get her hands on this!

Soldier Field, starting/ending point for the Walk

Wardrobe change for The Princess!

Great Auntie T, The Princess, and I all match!

Ridin' in style.

Team One Mom's Journey: Great Auntie T, A, K-Bear, J, me, The Princess, Grampy, Nana

Jello, I still think we should have hoisted ourselves up here for a picture.  :)

JAK!

The Princess and me

On one of our breaks, we found this fantastic tree.  Can you see all the people behind us?  The line went on forever.

Me, The Princess, K, and J.  The looks on the girls' faces kill me.

The Princess's Great Auntie T

Nana and Grampy

We did it!

Ridin' in style once again...at least she figured out what to do with her hands.  :)

Unky A, providing the bestest ride ever.

Poor little K-Bear just couldn't take it any more.  What a sweetheart.

That's right, I said RIBBON!  A momentous occasion such as this must be photographed.

And that, my friends, concludes our story.  Thanks for following along!

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Walking the Walk: Part Five

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As we made our way back to the van, it began to drizzle.  The Princess looked up at the sky and began to cackle.  Grampy made a comment about how nice it was for the rain to hold off until we were done so it could cool us off for the ride home.

Uncle A gave The Princess the bestest ride of her life, lunging deep and low with each step.  She cackled and grinned and grinned and cackled.

In the van, K-Bear promptly fell asleep, and Nana held her head up for the duration of the ride home.

The Princess, though, seemed more stoked than tired.  She held her balloon and babbled.  I mimicked her sounds and she smiled.

And then, holding onto the ribbon that was tied to her balloon, she said, "Rib."

I began to mimick, but she gave me a look.

"...bon."

She said ribbon.  And then grinned and giggled.  Everyone in the van heard it, and I think a few of us had to pick our jaws up off the floor before congratulating her.  This, of course, made her laugh even harder.

All in all, I'd say it was a pretty stinkin' good day.

(Up Next: The Day In Pictures)

Friday, June 3, 2011

Walking the Walk: Part Four

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Three miles. 

The course took us out of Soldier Field and along the beautiful Chicago lakefront, and I was in awe.  Being in the thick of it, there were so many more people than I ever would have imagined.  It was a mob of walkers, strollers, wagons, you name it.

I had no idea.

There was no bickering, no condescension.  If someone had a hard time with any part of it, everyone around them understood.

Everyone.

I know plenty about the autism community from my online wanderings.  I hear people toss the word around all the time.

I had no idea.

It really was a community, moving as one.  Forgive me for the cheese-factor here, but I found myself getting choked up more than once at the sheer massiveness of this event.

Making the turn to head back to Soldier Field was the biggest "wow" moment for me.  Turning around to see where we had just walked, and the staggering number of people who were following us, not to mention the amazing amount behind them, still on the beginning of their journey...well, if there was ever a part of me that didn't believe in the community, the Walk fixed that forever.

K and The Princess were patient and sweet throughout the entire walk.  Who doesn't love a wagon ride, right?  When they got antsy, we pulled off the path and let them run in the grass.  The Princess made an admirable attempt to swan dive into Lake Michigan, but - luckily - I caught her before she could do any damage.

Crossing the finish line, Nana ran ahead to snap a picture of JAK, The Princess, and me.  Never before have I experienced such a feeling, and I will never forget it as long as I live.  I'm kinda tearing up just writing about it, k? 

When all was said and done, more than 20,000 people made this three-mile journey.  I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am to have been one of them, or how proud I am of my girl for salvaging what could have been a hellacious day and turning it into a giggle-fest.

(Up Next: Part Five)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Walking the Walk: Part Three

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I knew I had to do something, and fast.  Major sensory overload was setting in, and I had to make a split-second decision.  I couldn't keep her out on the field with all these people; that was for sure.

As we made our way back toward the tunnel, The Princess attempted to steal some poor little boy's balloon.  I tried as best I could to explain to her that this was not her balloon, that she had to give it back.  That was it.  I'd lost her, and the tantrum of all tantrums hinted around her features. 

Seeing what was going on, Nana met my eyes.  I pointed to the tunnel, and she nodded, telling me that she'd inform the group.  She set off in the other direction to meet up with them as I made my way through the crowd and the noise in search of some peace for my little girl.

The second we entered the tunnel, the noise disappeared.  I found a large empty corner and settled in with The Princess, whose muscles were relaxing noticeably with every additional foot I put between us and that.  Within minutes, she was sitting on the floor with me, happily playing with her toys and demolishing her fruit snacks.

After a short time alone in the cool, dark, relatively quiet tunnel, I saw six familiar faces coming our way.  JAK, Nana, Grampy, and Great Auntie T all joined us with smiles and understanding in their eyes. 

And a balloon.

Oh, Nana, you have no idea.  You are a rock star of the highest order.

And then we were off.

Picking up our wagon, our group of eight headed out into the overcast morning and joined the haphazard crowd that was beginning to drift to the starting point.

Up next: Part Four

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Walking the Walk: Part Two

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On Saturday morning, May 21, I awoke bright and early in the basement that used to be The Hubbs' apartment when we first met.  I stretched and yawned, looked to my left, and saw The Princess happily tucked under Dirt Pink with only her toes hanging out.

It was Walk day.

After showering and gently waking The Princess (a process that took about 45 minutes from beginning to end), the whole family assembled in the great room.  The Princess, of course, made right for the tent.  She held court and took her breakfast in there with a sippy cup of juice, and we adults made sure we had everything we needed for the big day ahead.

Unfortunately, K-Bear woke up coughing like a 90-year-old with a respiratory condition, and it seemed she would not be able to join us.  Right up until five minutes before takeoff, it looked as though two thirds of JAK would be staying behind while J drove us into the Big Bad City and walked with the group.

As this was being explained to K, she puffed out her little chest and put on her best big girl voice to proclaim, "I'm not sick.  I will walk."

What.  A.  Trouper.

And so it was that our group - Nana, Grampy, JAK, The Princess, and myself - piled into the minivan and headed out for the main event.

Let me just reiterate here that this was the first time I - or any of my team - had ever participated in the Walk.  We had no idea what to expect, but there was definitely a jazzed energy in that van on the way to Soldier Field.

And let me also say that driving into the city is a lot less stressful from the passenger seat.  Even more so when you're sitting in the back of the van with the kids to keep you company.  :)

When we got close to Soldier Field, we started to notice those flashing construction signs you see on the interstate for traffic direction.  They were becoming more and more common, and all of them bore instructions for Autism Speaks.

Still, I had no worldly idea.

J masterfully wedged her van in a space that by all rights should have been too small, granting us Rock Star Parking status (which we'd all appreciate later!).  Shimmying between our van and the neighboring vehicles, we unloaded the wagon and headed toward the field.

Walking in, there were volunteers screaming and cheering, jumping and waving pom-poms, boisterously thanking us for our participation and wishing us luck.  As we passed them, all I could think was How in the world did an autism foundation allow this?  Don't they know that such things can seriously stress out the very people we're walking for...and with?  I was worried...scratch that...I was sure the entire day was going to be filled with an epic meltdown.

Leaving the group in a relatively quiet corner, I quickly went through the registration line to grab my tickets for our tee shirts.  This is something I was very excited about...for every $150 you raised, you were given an event shirt to show off, and I got three: one for me, one for The Hubbs, and one for The Princess.  Hers is by far the best.  Since she's so small, the smallest size they had available hangs down past her knees.  But, by golly, she wore it.

I met back up with our group, we met up with The Princess's Great Auntie T, and we all made our way through the stroller and wagon check so that we could join the fun out on the field.  Holding The Princess's hand, I walked down the tunnel with these people I love who came out to support her, and we were thrust into a gigantic crowd.  A gigantic noisy crowd.  With live music blaring to get the walkers ramped up for the event.

Not ten seconds in, The Princess went into panic mode.  Her grip on my hand tightened until I nearly winced in pain, her eyes started darting around too fast for me to track, and she catapulted herself into my arms.  Those beautiful little eyes filled with tears, and she squished me hard.

What the hell was I thinking?

Up next: Part Three

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Walking the Walk: Part One

On May 21, The Princess and I ventured into the Big Bad City with family members to take part in the annual Walk Now for Autism Speaks event at Soldier Field.  I fully intended to write a post about this the following day, but things just didn't work out that way. 

On Sunday, The Princess started a whole-house round of the worst flu I think I've ever had.  Last week was spent either tending to a sick Princess, a sick Hubbs, or being sick myself.  I'm extremely happy and relieved to report that we are all feeling back to normal, and we can even stay awake for prolonged periods of time...without necessarily even trying too hard!

So...that's my excuse for not posting until now.  You got a problem with it?  Keep it to yourself.  I'd like to see you do any better in that situation!  :)

Without further ado, I present to you the first installment of "Walking the Walk."

The night before the Walk, The Princess and I hopped in the car and headed to Nana and Grampy's house.  JAK were coming from out of state, and we all planned to drive together on the morning of the walk...which, of course, resulted in a super-fun slumber party at the in-laws' house. 

After our hour and a half in the car, The Princess was ready to move.  I opened her door in the driveway at Nana and Grampy's house, and she was off like a shot...careening toward the front door at a breakneck pace.  When Nana greeted us at the door, The Princess looked up and was all, "Oh, cool, yeah, here I am, ain't I cute?  Oh, Grampy, you're here too?  Sweet!  Wait a minute...what-the-heck-is-THAT???"  Well, you know, if she talked.

Nana and Grampy had a 10x10 dome tent set up in their great room, and The Princess was all over it.  She proceeded to claim it as her territory, going so far as to systematically push the grown-ups out one by one until we finally got it through our thick skulls that this was her place, darn it.

While we were waiting for JAK to show up, Nana suggested a trip to this wonderful little ice cream shop.  Who was I to say no?  So off we went to The Fluffy Pony.

When we got there, the place was an absolute madhouse.  There were people crammed in like sardines, and boy was it loud.  My sweet little Princess was a champ, though.  She did so very well while we were stuck inside with all of the people and noise, but you should have seen her when we got our ice cream and went out into the garden to eat it.

I had gotten two scoops of butter pecan in this fabulous-looking waffle bowl that had been dipped in chocolate.  I know...heavenly, right?  The Fluffy Pony, by the way, just happens to be one of those places that counts a pint as a scoop.  I had no idea they'd be giving me that much ice cream, or I never would have ordered it in the first place.

Good thing I had The Princess with me!

She sat on a bench with Nana and me, and proceeded to eat almost every single bite of my ice cream.  Thank goodness for the waffle bowl, or I may have starved! 

Once my services were no longer needed, she took Grampy's hand and galloped around the garden, dragging him along with her, twin grins on their faces as their hair blew back in the wind and they did everything they could not to run over the other people in close proximity while they were traveling at such high speeds.

After The Fluffy Pony, we all headed back to Nana and Grampy's house, where The Princess held court in her tent before crashing out for the night.

JAK showed up late in the evening, and I'm happy to say that we were able to slightly gross out Grampy at least a couple of times with our immature joking during the wee hours.

After some winding down and visiting, it was time for bed.  We had a big day coming up, after all.

Up next: Part Two

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Tornado Sirens, Power Outages, and a Pathetic Little Princess

I had intended to take this evening to upload my pictures and at least start to fill y'all in on the amazing experience we had at Walk Now for Autism Speaks in Chicago, but apparently the universe had different plans.

After the power went out and the tornado sirens went off in our little town, The Princess proceeded to get violently ill all over her room. While she was giggling away in the bath tub as though nothing had happened, The Hubbs and I notified school and the transportation company that she would be staying home tomorrow.

Not even a half-hour after her bath, it happened again.

Needless to say, we were all exhausted by this point.

And then, all cleaned up and in another fresh onesie while her sheets and my clothes were in the washer, she looked ready for bed. We gave her kisses and laid her down, and she got sick yet again.

As I've been typing this on my iPod, it happened AGAIN.

It's gonna be a long, hard night, folks. Wish us luck.

(I'll get to the walk eventually, I promise. Just not tonight.)

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Three Days

We've got three days left until the Walk Now for Autism Speaks event at Soldier Field in Chicago (a.k.a. The Big Bad City). 

This fundraiser is taking place on Saturday, May 21, bright and early.  It's a three-mile walk along Chicago's lakefront, starting at Soldier Field.  There's no fee to join the walk, which will be followed by an after-party and family resource fair, but you do have to register if you plan to walk.

If you've been thinking about it - or even if you haven't until now - there's still time.  You can sign up to walk with the One Mom's Journey team by clicking on the puzzle piece graphic at the top of this page.  When you see my smiling face on your screen, click on the "My Team Page" link right above my head.  Then click the link to "Join Our Team."

Like I said, there's no registration fee...but this IS a fundraiser, first and foremost.  Each and every walker who raises $150+ by walk day will receive their very own snazzy tee shirt with the walk logo on it.  I'm psyched to get mine, and I'll likely be sporting it while dragging The Princess and her cousin in their two-seater wagon on Saturday.

Can't join us, but still want to help?  Click on the puzzle piece above to make a donation on my page.

Don't want to join OR help?  That's cool, too.  I'm an easy-going kind of chick. 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Free

Last night, I took my last final of the spring semester.  I'm very proud of the fact that I was able to maintain straight A's, even though I had one of the butt-head-iest teachers of all time in an already challenging class.

I'm also excited to be entering into the final stretch of classes for my associate's degree.  10 credit hours over the summer, 7 in the fall, and then graduation.

But first?  A whole month of freedom.  Freedom to leave work and go home, play with my kid, hang with my hubby, kick back, and do nothing.  I want to see exactly how much nothing I can cram into this brief reprieve from my self-imposed hectic-as-heck schedule.  Wish me luck!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day

Normally, I'd toil away in an attempt at the perfect post (ha! like that's ever gonna happen!), but I'd rather go back outside and play in the dirt on this gorgeous afternoon.

To all the mommas out there, The Princess and her crew wish you the very happiest of Mother's Days.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Chewy

chew·y   
[choo-ee]

–adjective, chew·i·er, chew·i·est.
(of food) not easily chewed, as because of toughness or stickiness; requiring much chewing.
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Also, oddly enough, Chewy is one of The Princess's nicknames, bestowed upon her by her wonderfully adorable little cousin, K-Bear.
 
While K's fabulous nickname for The Princess came from little kid pronunciation fun, it is becoming apparent to us exactly how appropriate this nickname really is.
 
The Princess has always had oral fixations, shoving everything she can into her mouth and screaming like a banshee when inappropriate items are taken away.  We've kicked around the ideas of chew-tubes and Chewelry, but are honestly so broke and clueless that we've never taken that next step.  It's possible that she'd love them, but wouldn't that just mean we'd have to keep buying them?  Sorry, Chewy...simply not possible on the current salary, if you know what I'm sayin'.
 
Last Friday, The Hubbs, The Princess, and I ventured out to Wal Mart to pick up an online order (too cheap to pay for shipping to the house, don'tchaknow).  Naturally, they put the pickup area for these items all the way at the back of the store so that you have to walk through everything on the way there and back.  You know, just in case there's anything you've forgotten or didn't know you needed.
 
So, we hoofed it across the store, through garden, grocery, clothing, baby items, and home accessories, without a hitch.  We steered our cart (a.k.a. The Princess's Chariot) into the pickup area and proceeded to wait. 
 
The Princess, seemingly out of nowhere, wanted out.  Like, NOW.  She clawed at my shoulders, scrambled to free her little legs, and acted as though the world was coming to an end.
 
Finally, I realized she was trying to get to something over my shoulder.  Turning around, I saw it: the giant red gumball machine with the fish-bowl-like display of gumballs; the entire thing was about two Princesses tall and wide, and she wanted it.
 
The Hubbs took her hand and led her to the machine, where they promptly disposed of a perfectly good quarter and watched the orange gumball roll down the spiral track to the little door at the bottom. 
 
The Princess popped that thing in her mouth, and it was all over.  The biggest chipmunk cheek you could possibly imagine, followed by absolute elation when she figured out she could actually chew on this ginormous thing.  Best quarter I've ever spent.
 
If you know us in real life, you know that our outings are carefully planned, and always ready to change at a moment's notice depending upon The Princess's demeanor, attitude, melt-down-o-meter, whatever you want to call it.
 
So you'll understand how momentous an occasion this was when I tell you that we proceeded from Wal Mart to a garden center (where she can never be trusted) and at least one other place before heading home.  She didn't make one single, solitary sound that was anything other than happy during this entire time.
 
She chewed and walked and smiled and chewed.  She sat in the car and smiled and chewed.  She giggled and chewed and chewed and giggled.  We got home, and she happily gave up her gum in exchange for a sippy cup.
 
Saturday?  Yeah.  She picked out her very own package of Bubble Yum.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Bounds

We're all up early before I need to leave for school.  The whole family, all in good spirits, is hanging out in the living room.

I'm goofing around with my iPod Touch, messing with Facebook or some other such time-killer, when The Princess climbs into my lap and lays her sparkling baby blues on me.

Something makes me decide to turn on one of her favorite albums on the iPod, and she starts dancing.

Swaying back and forth, grinning from ear to ear, she sits in my lap and "dances" with me through four whole songs.

I sing.

We sway.

She giggles.

I giggle.

The eye contact, the participation, the attention span: I am in awe of this little girl every day of my life.

Leaps and bounds, folks.  Leaps.  And.  Bounds.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Leaps

I'm lying on the couch watching TV, relaxing after school and the ordeal that is grocery shopping these days. 

The Princess walks up with an ear-to-ear grin, lifts my tee shirt so she can see my belly, and lowers her face to my skin, stopping just short of blowing a fart noise on me.

Just like I do to her.

She looks up with sparkling eyes and an even bigger grin, as I laugh hysterically.  This causes her to do it all over again and again.

Lift shirt, touch lips to belly, pause for reaction, lower shirt.

Lift shirt, touch lips to belly, pause for reaction, lower shirt.

On her own. 

No prompting.

Playing a silly game.

Because she wants to.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Oldest

Today, my oldest baby turns six.  I simply can't believe it's been that long.  That means I bought my house six years ago May, that I got married six years ago October, and that my life is going by much more quickly than I ever thought it could.  I am now beginning to understand those well-meaning folks who have always told me to make sure I savor every moment...because the time seems to speed up as you get older.

But enough of that. 

DeeYoJi, Dee, Bubbles, Bun, Run-bun, Madame Blobula (and all of your other nicknames that no one will understand here):

Your mommy loves you very much.  Consider this an electronic belly rub, and I'll make sure you get the real thing when I get home.

Happy, happy birthday to my oldest girl (aka my Beautiful, Bodacious Birthday Bun).

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

It's Hard To Be Four

She's finally asleep, and I'm making my way to my own bed.  It's been a long night, filled with overload on so many levels.

Before bed time, things were good.  I don't know what went wrong.

The first time she woke up crying was at about 11:00, roughly fifteen minutes after my head hit the pillow.  I seem to remember drifting off some time after that and waking in a panic to her pained screams from the next room.

She thrashed and kicked, screamed and cried, until...finally...she drifted off into sleep.  There were many false starts here: she'd get quiet and calm, only to bust out crying again just as I thought she was asleep.

I hate not knowing what's wrong.  Hate.  It.  With a mad, fiery passion.

Well, crap.  My alarm is set to go off in a minute or two.  Here's hopin' The Princess's day is better than her night was, and that I can make it through work and school today without a hitch.

Monday, April 11, 2011

And the Angels Sing

They all told me it went fast, that the pregnancy was the longest part.  I politely smiled and nodded, all the while thinking they were nuts.  A year is a year is a year, right?  Anyone who feels that they are zooming by at a breakneck pace simply isn't taking the time to stop and smell the roses.

That was then.

Now, as I watch The Princess getting bigger every single day, I wonder where the last four years went.  I certainly haven't been neglecting my responsibility to stop and smell the roses.  Hell, I was out of work for nine months, every moment of which was spent with my family, every moment of which was savored to the fullest.

I am well aware of the fact that The Hubbs and I have been blessed with a charmed life.  Since we met, everything has simply fallen into place.  All we've had to do is put one foot in front of the other, and life seems to take care of itself.  We met and dated for a whopping six months before he proposed to me on a beach in Michigan.  Seven months later, we bought our house.  A month after that, we were ecstatic to welcome our first fur kid into the family.  Another four months, and we were married.

We toodled around the house, making it our own.  Seven months after we were married, we welcomed our second fur kid into the family.  Less than three months later, I took the test that would change our lives forever.

A whirlwind: that's what those nine months of pregnancy really were.  Everyone says it's the longest part, that time when you're waiting to meet the little person who's been kicking you in the tummy.  For me, it went so fast.  I never felt better in my entire life than when I was pregnant...no morning sickness, very little fatigue, and that didn't come until the last few days if I'm being completely honest.  I didn't swell up, didn't even get too many off-the-wall food cravings.  Taco Bell, sure, but that's just a day in the life for me.

Then came the last doctor's appointment, that Tuesday evening when I was to report to the office for my final checkup...if I was still pregnant by then, anyway.  And, boy, was I pregnant.  Forty weeks, and this little person seemed to be hunkering down for a good, long stay.  She had no intention whatsoever of leaving her cozy little abode in my enormous swollen tummy.

We packed our bags and dropped The Girls off with The Grumps, knowing that I would be checking into the hospital that very evening.  I saw my midwife for the final checkup, and she called ahead to the hospital to let them know I was coming, and that they'd be inducing labor bright and early in the morning.  She held our hands and smiled all the way up to her twinkling eyes as she told us we'd meet our little boy or girl in mere hours.  At that point, we didn't know if we were to be welcoming a prince or a princess...only that we were eager to meet this little nudger after so many months spent speculating.

Leaving the doctor's office, we decided to have one last high-class meal before becoming parents, so we stopped at the McDonald's across the street from the hospital.  We feasted on burgers, fries, and soda.  For dessert, we stopped at the gas station for candy bars, and in a moment of pure genius decided to stock up on Gatorade.

Checking in at the hospital, we unpacked our necessities and took care of the most important preparation of all: the music.  The entire time we were there, we were joined by Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Benny Goodman, and Ella Fitzgerald.  The entire staff of the maternity ward marvelled at how calm and serene our room seemed, and many of them drifted in and out over the next day or so to see what was playing.

After I was set up with all of my monitors, one kindly nurse convinced The Hubbs that he'd get a better night's rest at home in his own bed.  After all, she said, I'd need him to be strong and alert the next day.  So he headed home.

I fell asleep almost instantly.

At seven o'clock on the nose, on the morning of Wednesday, April 11, 2007, I was awakened by my midwife and the doctor with whom she practices.  It was time to induce. 

Where, though, was my knight in shining armor?

"Look outside," they told me.  "He should be here soon, but you don't want him hurrying through this."

And that's when I saw it: a white-out snow storm in the middle of April.  Gotta love the midwest!  I spoke to The Hubbs on his way to the hospital, and he assured me he'd be there soon enough.

Over the next nine hours and forty-some minutes, we were again joined by our jazz greats.  I was told that I was doing great, oh, I don't know...maybe seven hundred times?  All I could think was how badly I wanted to meet this little person, and, even when I nearly broke The Hubbs' hand during a contraction, I was giddy with excitement.

At just before 4:45 pm on this day, to the tune of "And the Angels Sing" by Benny Goodman and his band, the axis of my world shifted.  She was here.  She was mine.  She was, is, everything - and more than - I ever could have wished for.

My Princess.

Baby girl, your momma loves you more than you could ever possibly know.  The day you were born, you flipped a switch in me.  Nothing else, as long as I live, will ever matter to me as much as you do.  You are my sun, my moon, my everything.

I am so proud of you, it's beyond my ability to put it into words.  I see the beautiful little girl you're becoming, and your sweet and sometimes teasing nature is truly something to behold.  Your laugh, your smile, every little thing about you just makes me burst with pride.

When I was a kid, everyone always asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.  At five years old, I told them that when I was 25, I would be married, have a house and a dog, and I'd be a mommy.  Interestingly enough, I was mostly right.  At 25, I was married with a house and two dogs, and you were growing in my tummy.  Less than three weeks after I turned 26, you made all my dreams come true.

Dreams so big, so wonderful, that I never in a million years would have dared to dream them. 

Every day since then, dear Princess, has been even better than the one before.  I never knew how much one could learn from a person who is so small.  Never again will I make the mistake of underestimating the power of anyone on this earth...especially you.

For if you've been able to teach me so much already, how in the world could you possibly be done?

Up until the day I met you face to face, I had absolutely no worldly idea how much love there was in my heart.  Now, every time I look into your sparkling eyes, that love continues to grow.

Today, my sweet little Princess, you turn four years old.  These have been, beyond the shadow of a doubt, the best four years of my life thus far.

I love you.  Happy, happy birthday, Princess.  Thank you for being you.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Precursor

Tomorrow, The Princess will turn four.

Over the last few months, The Hubbs and I have found great joy in letting her choose her own gifts from us by setting her loose in her favorite toy store and buying the one item - whatever it may be - that she can't live without on that particular day.

Yesterday, The Grumps and I took The Princess to this toy store, where she chose a Melissa & Doug jewelry beading set as her present from them.

Since we had just been there terrorizing the lovely staff of her favorite store yesterday, The Hubbs and I decided that today might be a day for a different shopping destination.  We headed to our nearest Toys "R" Us, where The Princess proceeded to fall head-over-heels in love with this adorable little pink 12" girls' bike.

A bike, huh?  I can deal with that.

So we decided to do a little bit of shopping around, and this is what we came up with:


After riding it all through the store, The Princess sat patiently in line (key word: PATIENTLY) and allowed the nice cashier to zap it.  She then rode all the way out to the car with The Hubbs and me, and allowed us to put it in the trunk without a fight.

And then we got home.  As soon as she got out of her car seat, well, I'll let her show ya:



That little Elvis-style curled lip just kills me.  It's like she's saying, "Thank you, thankyouverymuch."

She hasn't quite figured out the whole pedaling thing yet, but my guess is that it won't be long.  :)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Middle Child

Today, my middle baby turns five. I can hardly believe it was nearly five years ago when we came across her sweet face in our favorite pet store and went through that whirlwind 4-hour romance before finally bringing her home to become a member of The Hubbo Family.

I can't imagine life without her.

Happy birthday, Sookie. Momma and D'dee lub yours toe berry much.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Too Much...Too Many

Too much...

to do
time between blog posts
running through my head when I'm trying to sleep

love for that little girl
energy in that little girl (hell, half that energy would kill me)
beauty and innocence in that little girl

that I want to get involved in
that I can't get involved in right now
that I will get involved in someday

yarn (never thought I'd say that!)
clutter (like mother, like daughter)
hassle to grow my hair out, but - damn it - I'm gonna try

Too many...

ambitions
credit hours
responsibilities

reasons to love The Princess
reasons to stay in bed late on Sunday
reasons to say, "Screw the house work," and crochet instead

days in a row that I say I'm gonna post a blog
days in a row that I don't find the time to post a blog
blog posts that ramble on like this for no apparent reason

people in the world who need our help
ways to help those people
of us don't do it because we simply have too much on our plates

***

Full-time employee.  Full-time student.  Full-time momma.  Full-time wife.  That's me.  Hell, that's a lot of full-time stuff.

But I'm still finding the time to support a cause, and that cause is Walk Now for Autism Speaks.  On May 21, I will be bringing an army of One Mom's Journey family members and readers with me to The Big Bad City, and we'll be walking for charity.  Care to donate or join us?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Smush

Frantically, her eyes dart around the room. 

The tears are welling up, and she's beginning to panic.

Every muscle in her little body is wound as tightly as it can go.

Her eyes lock on mine, and she rockets across the room into my lap.

She grabs the back of my neck as hard as she can with her little fingers and wrenches my head toward hers.

She pushes her chin into mine so hard that I have to fight tears from welling up in my eyes, too.

And then, out of nowhere, her little arms start to relax.  I can feel my face again, and I can see that her eyes no longer hold the expression of a caged animal being led to slaughter.

I don't think I'll ever be able to fully understand her sensory issues, how they work or how things seem to her.  Nothing in the living room seems overwhelming to me in the slightest, and I wrack my brain trying to figure out what caused this meltdown.

I try to tell her again and again that it's not okay to smush other people's faces, that it hurts.  But deep down inside, I'm torn.  In the grand scheme of things, what's a little pain when it helps her to get over something that is bothering her?  Isn't this just her way of telling me not to do something?  That it hurts?

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Falling Into Place

There are times when - like everyone else, I'm sure - I feel as though I'm floundering through each day, simply hoping I don't screw anything up beyond repair.

Then there are times when everything falls into place.  Over the last seven years since I first met The Hubbs, we've come to the realization that we are both very Taoist in our philosophies.  We don't fight the current; we simply pay attention to what the universe is trying to tell us, and we do our best to follow our guts. 

When things have been right in the past, they've simply fallen into place.  Our wedding, for example, was probably the most stress-free wedding in the history of the world.  There were small disagreements and perhaps an apoplexy or two, but nothing compared to the horror stories all of my married friends have.  Buying the house, getting the dogs, having The Princess, and the way we've dealt with everything that has come since...well, let's just say we try to follow the path.

Sometimes we get lost...absolutely.  But rather than stress ourselves out any more than necessary, we tend to sit back for a minute and analyze.  There is almost always a clear path to follow to get us out of whatever briar patch we may have stumbled into, and it's usually plain as day if we just allow ourselves to be calm enough to see it.

Why am I rambling on like this, you may ask?  A couple of days ago, I began toying with the idea of starting a One Mom's Journey team for the Chicago Walk Now for Autism Speaks event in May.  I floundered a bit, and I wondered if this would be the right choice.  I asked the advice of those close to me and decided it would all work itself out one way or another.

And then I sent out a message saying that the team is up and running, inviting people to join and/or donate.  The amount of interest so far has been overwhelming, and it's shaping up to be quite the event indeed.  While the team is still small on paper, I've got quite a few more people who have already committed, and they'll be showing up on my team web page soon.  I've already received two donations, and the walk is over two months away.

Something tells me I'm doing the right thing here.  It's going too smoothly to be wrong.  Seriously, two or three days in, and everything's already falling into place.

If you'd like to join the One Mom's Journey team, visit our team page.  To make a donation, please visit my personal page.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

One Mom's Journey is Joining the Walk

On Saturday, May 21, I'll be joining the crowds down in the Big Bad City for this year's "Walk Now for Autism Speaks" event.  The three-mile journey starts at Soldier Field, and there is no registration fee.

Want to join me?  Visit the One Mom's Journey team webpage at http://www.walknowforautismspeaks.org/chicago/onemomsjourney to join my team. 

Can't join the team?  If you'd like to make a donation, you may do so by visiting my personal page at http://www.walknowforautismspeaks.org/chicago/onemom.  All donations are greatly appreciated, no matter how great or small.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

On the Mend

For those of you who don't already know this, it turned out that The Princess had bronchitis.  One doctor visit and three doses of antibiotics, and she was on her way to getting better. 

All in all, she missed five days of school (there was no school on Monday or Tuesday because of Presidents' Day and parent-teacher conferences).  I've felt so bad for her this whole time she's been sick, because she just hasn't been herself.  Sleeping late into the mornings, getting up for short amounts of time to eat and terrorize The Hubbs, and going directly back to bed has pretty much been her schedule for the last week and a half.  Gradually, the coughing has begun to subside, and we've seen glimmers of the little gal we all know and love...but they've been few and far between.

Today, she's nearly 100% back to her normal self, which is to say she is a whirling dervish with endless demands.  When I came in from school at lunch time, she was tearing around the living room in nothing but a Pull-Up, looking like the cat who just swallowed the canary.  The moment I opened the gate into the kitchen, she barged through and plopped herself on her chair by the door, already shoving her feet into her boots.  This girl was ready to go.  The only problem?  As she stood there in her little pink Pull-Up and purple boots, I had to find a way to explain to her that she should probably wear some clothing, seeing as how it's winter and all.  The big disappointment?  The fact that it never even crossed my mind to snap a picture of her wearing her self-engineered outfit.

I'm glad to say that The Hubbs and I are also starting to feel better.  Naturally, we both caught what she had, but it fortunately hasn't turned into bronchitis for either of us.  The beginning of this work week was dismal, with all three of us shuffling through our days without fully being able to comprehend much of anything that was going on around us.  Let me tell you: fifteen-hour days (between work and school) are no fun when you're battling a nasty cold/virus/whatever the heck this thing is.  And we all know how tough it is to take care of a sick kid even when you're well, but add the haze of this bug on top of that, and The Hubbs was put in a pretty tough spot for a while there.

Yesterday, I believe, was the first time The Hubbs and I noticed that all three of us seemed constantly famished.  We were all eating everything in sight and always looking for more.  While this isn't always a good thing when it comes to budgeting for groceries, I take it to be a good sign: we're all on the mend.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Patheticute

The Princess, being the extremely accommodating little gal that she is, decided at the ripe old age of eighteen months that naps were for sissies.  That's right: no naps for almost two and a half years now.  There's been the occasional Chris Farley dead-fall from complete exhaustion, but the only consistent thing about her naps is their absence.

Given this fact, The Hubbs and I became concerned when The Princess came home from school on Wednesday, had her snack, and headed straight to bed.  For five hours.  Dead to the world, like those naps of old. 

She stumbled out of her room around the time I got home from work, dragging Dirt Pink behind her and frowning that pathetic little frown...the one that is so pathetic, it's almost cute.  She stood in the middle of the living room, looking at nothing in particular, and began to whine.

When I got down on my knees and held out my arms, she catapulted herself into my lap, where she stayed for an uncharacteristically long time.  I kissed her forehead as she leaned on me, and, sure enough, she was running a fever.

This poor kid has been in bed nearly perpetually for the last forty-eight-plus hours.  When she's not in bed, she's extremely volatile; the slightest thing can send her into hysterics.  She's a snot faucet with a nasty cough, and the crazy bed-head only serves to make her more pathetic.

She seems to be doing slightly better this evening, given the fact that she is up and moving around, and has been for more than five minutes at a time.  She's eating like a pig, but coughing like an eighty-year-old man with emphysema.

I've set up a doctor's appointment for Monday morning in case she hasn't kicked this thing by then, but in the mean time, here we are.  We've got the most pathetic little girl who also manages to be the cutest thing on two legs.  Hence: patheticute.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Deliberate

The Hubbs happened to be in the midst of one of "those" days earlier this week. You know, those days when the universe seems to be endlessly entertained by making everything go just wrong enough that you begin to feel hopeless? Yeah, one of those.

You know as well as I how hard it is to pull yourself out of these funks...it can be nearly impossible sometimes. This is why we need help from time to time, don't you think?

And sometimes that help comes from where you'd least expect it to.

On this particular day, a sweet little Princess was especially observant. She noticed something wasn't right with her daddy, and she decided to do something about it. Climbing in his lap with the world's biggest smile on her face, she looked him square in the eye and said the one thing that could make it all better.

Da.

It's happened once or twice before, but this time it was deliberate. How do I know? The Hubbs told me that she grinned from ear to ear right before and after she said it. She thought about her daddy and what might make him feel better, and she climbed into his lap, made eye contact, and said his name. Nothing else; just that one miraculous, deliberate syllable accompanied by a grin.

Sometimes the little things can just be so big.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Strobe Light De-Pooh-ing

The Hubbs: "Um, The Princess is standing on top of her dresser."

Me: "How did she get up there?"

The Princess: "HahahahahahahaHAAAA!!!!!"

So, I join The Hubbs and The Princess in her room, in an attempt to figure out what she was using to hoist herself up onto the dresser.  Her rolling Eeyore and a few other potential suspects are promptly removed, and The Hubbs and I return to the living room to properly veg out in front of more Sex and the City.

The Princess: "Hehe."

Uh-oh.

The Princess:  "HehehahahoohoohahaHAAAA!!!!"

One peek around the corner, and The Hubbs and I can tell she's right back up on top of that dresser.  The same dresser, need I remind you, that is surrounded by a veritable moat of nothingness.  Not one item that could act as a stepping stone is within four feet of this thing, but there she is, swinging her feet and giggling like a maniac.

And...chewing on something???

Me: "What is that in your mouth, Princess?"

The Princess: "Hehehe...gurgle...slurp...heheeee!"

The Hubbs: "Well, what is it?"

I separate the offending bit of plastic from the oozing drool I now hold in my hand.  I, too, want to know what in the heck this thing is.  After a moment of total confusion, we figure out that this is the sad remains of one of the (absolutely adorable, and not at all cheap) Winnie the Pooh decals from her wall.

That's right.  The Princess has learned how to climb up on her dresser unassisted so she can reach - and eat - the stickers on her walls.  Rock on.

When we realize what's going on, The Hubbs and I begin peeling the rest of the decals from the walls.  The Princess watches with glee, bouncing around on her dresser and flipping the light switch on and off and on and off and...you get the point.  Did I mention the cackling?  Or the fact that it's pitch-dark outside by this time?

So, there we are, The Hubbs and me, de-Pooh-ing The Princess's room, when - without warning - she flips the light off.  We're blind.  You know what it's like going from full light to full dark.  It takes a minute to adjust.  The only problem is that she finds it so funny to play Strobe Light in the middle of our sticker-peeling fest that she just can't wait long enough for anyone's eyes to adjust before clicking that switch again.

Her timing is impeccable, too.  Any time one of us stretches into an unnatural position in an attempt to reach a sticker that is just a little too far away, click.  The lights go off.  She cackles.  We freeze, hoping for the light to be restored before someone is impaled by a horse head on a stick, or - worse - steps on a sharp block.  Click, click, click, click

Giggles.

Clicks.

More giggles.

Note: Fortunately, no members of the Hubbo Family were harmed during this game of Strobe Light De-Pooh-ing.  In fact, it was the most fun I've had in a long time.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The No-Reason Happies

Last night, The Hubbs and I settled in to gobble down some dinner and continue our Sex and the City marathon.  You see, I am the proud owner of that gigantic pink faux-suede box set that contains the entire series.  Since I just got the second movie for Christmas, we decided it would be fun to watch the whole saga in order from the beginning.

It's been a blast.  We still have two seasons to go before we start on the movies.

While we were all snuggled up in our fleece blankets, flannels, and sweat pants, The Princess opted for the usual: running around the house in a onesie dress, doing as she darn well pleases.  There were a few moments of unsolicited cuddles, which are always a hit.

But then...

Neither The Hubbs or I noticed anything particularly funny in our living room, but apparently our sense of humor is not as sophisticated as that of The Princess.  Out of nowhere, she began to laugh.  Belly laugh.  Snorting.  Tears streaming down her face.

She'd almost recover herself, and then it would start all over again.  It must have lasted at least half an hour.  Half an hour of the most gleeful sound I could possibly imagine.  She laughed so hard, and so heartily, that I found my cheeks and tummy muscles hurting from joining in for so long. 

She laughed at me.  At Da.  At Bubbles.  At Sookie.  At unseen hilarity.  And, boy, did she laugh.

I may not understand it, but I have to say this: the no-reason happies are some of my favorite occurrences in this life.  I'll take 'em every day and twice on Sunday.  (giggle, giggle, snort!)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

What Was I Thinking?

I'm draggin' this morning, and I haven't seen The Princess since before work yesterday.  Thank goodness she got up early, and in a good mood, because I was gone from 6:20 yesterday morning until 9:45 in the evening. 

Welcome to the new semester.

It always takes a little time to get used to the goofy schedules I keep when I'm in school.  I'm sure I'll be fine after a week or two, but right now it seems as though I'm just asking for it.  Just think, this time next year, I'll be done with this degree.  Graduated.  Mission: accomplished.

What ever will I do with myself then?  I'm pretty sure it will involve lots of money and another bout of hectic schedules. 

Who decides, at almost 30, that they're suddenly undereducated?  That they need not only to complete their associate's degree, but that they want to go for a bachelor's...and as if that's not enough, that they want to go for a Master's?  And they're not even sure what they want that Master's in?

Me, that's who.

If this life wasn't infinitely complicated, well, then it just wouldn't be mine.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Another Long (and long overdue) Update

Yep, we're still alive and kickin' here.  It is absolutely amazing to me how fast time is passing...I can't seem to keep up, let alone find the time to post a blog.  Rest assured, though, we're doing fine.

Since my last posting, The Princess performed in her first Christmas program at school.  This was, by far, the cutest thing that has ever happened.  I am fortunate enough to work five minutes from her school, so I met The Hubbs, Grumpa, Hambone, and Nana there for my "lunch break."  Three sweet little kiddos with autism, sitting in front of a large audience made up of their family members.  Two sweet little kiddos with autism, screaming their bloody heads off and barely making it through the first number.  One sweet little Princess with autism, swaying to the music, clapping her hands, and clutching that Santa hat to her head for dear life.  I was so proud, I thought I'd burst.

It's funny, but we always have a tendency to shy away from developmental conversations with family.  This cousin is doing this, this cousin is doing that, and The Princess is nowhere near their levels...despite the vast age difference with The Princess being the oldest.  When it comes to this kind of thing, I tend to will myself not to notice.  She is who she is, and there's no reason to compare.

But at the Christmas program I really saw first-hand much of the progress Mrs. G. was raving about during our parent-teacher conference in November.  Hearing that The Princess can tune out other kids' tantrums is one thing...an abstract concept.  Seeing her continue happily through the program while two other kids melted down right next to her?  Crazy.  If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it.

Christmas was wonderful, and - of course - The Princess was spoiled.  Between her new keyboard with all sorts of synthesizer sounds from Nana and Grampy, her super-duper cool rocker/teeter totter from Santa, her tent from Grumma and Grumpa, and her fish tank from Hambone and D, we're going to have to hope she doesn't expect anyone to top this next Christmas!

She's back in school after her winter break, and so am I.  The Princess is now staying one hour longer per day, leaving after lunch, and arriving home in the early afternoon.  I attended my first lecture on Saturday, and I'm gearing up for another semester of insanity (but in a good way!). 

Work is good.  Just moved to our new office in the hospital, and I love it. 

The Hubbs is still The Hubbs, meaning he is still the bestest of the best, both on the Daddy front and the Hubby front.  This man is a superhero, the likes of which I've never encountered before.  His estrogen-fighting powers alone should qualify him for his very own cape and tights...poor guy, surrounded by gals all the time, and still manages to be so great.  Yep, definitely somethin' super there.

Well, since it seems as though I'm transitioning into the once-a-month War-and-Peace post, I suppose it's time for me to go.  Hope y'all are havin' as fun a time with things as we are!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

All By Herself

The Princess spends a lot of time in a onesie these days.  Why, you ask?  Because she can take normal clothes off and streak across the house and pee on the floor.  Bet you'll think twice about asking me "why" again!

She also runs warm, like her momma.  In the dead of winter, I hang around the house barefoot in shorts and a tank top, except for the odd times when I catch a chill.  For her whole life, The Princess has been like me in this way.  99% of the time, she is perfectly happy to run around with bare arms and legs.

Today, though, it apparently got a bit chilly for my little one.  So, (drumroll, please), she dug through her room, found a pair of stretch pants, and put them on.  By herself.  Okay, so they were inside-out.  And they didn't even come close to matching her ever-present onesie.

But she put them on.  All by herself.

That was the best darned phone call I think I've ever gotten at work.  I'm so proud of my baby!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Chuggin' On Through

English class: done.

Math class: done.

Ethics class: done.

Just the art appreciation final to go, and then no school for a month!  Bit by bit, I'm chuggin' my way through this associates degree, and I'm feelin' pretty darned good about myself right now.

P.S. Check it out...I got through an entire post without babbling, swearing or bitching.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Real or Fake?


Real or fake: that's the question that's buzzing around my FB page today regarding this very picture.  I find it interesting that everyone's initial reaction is to think, "That must be fake."

Here I am to assure you all that, cross my heart, this picture is real.  I'd never seen such a well-defined snowflake in my life until this morning, which is why I immediately ran for the camera.  This photo has not been touched up, airbrushed, or otherwise faked in any way.

The beauty of nature is simply amazing at times, isn't it?

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Omigosh...I'm Actually Posting A Blog!

It's been a while, I know.  For that, I apologize.

Rest assured that everything is going well at our little yellow house.  I'm working full-time now (40 hours a week), in addition to going to school full-time.  My current semester will be done within the next couple of weeks, after which I'll have about a month off from school.  A month in which I plan to relax and spend as much time as I can with The Hubbs and The Princess before starting it all over again.

The spring semester should hopefully go more smoothly.  While I'm maintaining good grades, this semester's schedule is a bit much for me.  In the spring, I'll switch to what seems like a better schedule.  I'll attend classes on campus on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, with one online course that will be done from home in my spare time (ha!).

The good news is that I should be set to graduate next December if all goes as planned. 

***

Now onto the reason that you're all here...The Princess!  We recently had our first parent-teacher conference at her school, where she wowwed us with her progress.  The short version of the story is that The Princess is making leaps and bounds at school, which is also becoming apparent at home. 

Still no speech, but she has many more sounds now than she did even a few months ago.  Recently, she's been playing around with her "p," "b," "k," and "g" sounds.  Sorry, no sound bytes, but you can believe me when I say its a-freaking-dorable.

The grand Mrs. G. also thinks The Princess is ready to start transitioning to a longer school day, which we're all pretty excited about.

The Princess has been a cuddly little lady of late, and I wouldn't trade that for the world.  Her eye contact and demeanor have improved amazingly in just the last few months, a fact that became increasingly apparent at our last family gathering at Nana and Grampy's house on Thanksgiving.

This past Thursday, The Princess was a rock star.  She ran and stimmed, played and giggled, looked people in the eye, and even grabbed one of her great aunties - whom she has not seen in nearly a year - and pulled her over to the couch and proceeded to climb into her lap and get a case of the contagious giggles.

My little girl is growin' up, people.

But you need not worry.  Her cousin, the beautiful K-Bear (who is 16 months younger than The Princess), outweighs her by about six pounds, and can look her square in the eye now.  Nana bought the little ones matching outfits, a ritual by now, one in size 4-5T and the other in 3T.  Jello and I looked at each other and giggled, figuring that K would be in the larger size far before The Princess would...so we brought home the 3T.  She wore the shirt yesterday, and she's swimming in it.  Before too long, she'll start receiving hand-me-downs from her younger cousin.  ;)

***

The Hubbs is still the most wonderful man on the entire planet, and I love him with every little piece of my heart.  On November 18th, we celebrated his (ahem, cough, cough)th birthday, and we just celebrated it again over the weekend with his family.

Swatta, I'm very sorry I didn't post a mush-fest on your actual birthday, but apparently I was having so much fun hanging out with you before class that night that I didn't find the time.  I won't embarrass you here, either...consider it my belated birthday present to you.  ;)

***

Last, but not least, the season is once again upon us.  This Thanksgiving weekend, after shopping for Christmas presents and groceries, watching three or four movies, and bumming out to the max, The Hubbs and I decided it was high time we put up the Christmas tree.


The big addition this year is ornaments.  The Princess (hopefully, and I'd better say this quietly so she doesn't hear me) shouldn't be able to break them, because they're all plastic.  This is the first year we've ever had any kind of "themed" tree, and I really like the way it turned out.  The tree topper is also new, scored for a mere $1.99 at Michael's.  I love me a good bargain!

Anyhoo, I hope y'all had as wonderful a holiday weekend as we did, and I hope to be able to post more often in the weeks that come.  I can't make any promises, other than that I will try.

Well, I'm off like a dirty shirt.  Gotta get to bed so I can get up for work in the morning!  G'night, y'all.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Presenting...The Flamenco Dancing Princess!!!

Two summers ago, Nana and Grampy went to Spain and came back with the most adorable little flamenco dancer dress ever.  Unfortunately, it was far too large for The Princess then.

Now, however...

Perfection.

My little angel, glowing in the sun.

The Princess and her beloved Da, with her first-ever Jack-O-Lantern.

Me and my baby.  Oh, and Jack, of course.

The whole famn damily!

Leaves are fun.

Go figure.  A gigantic texture bin.  :)

This fun little photo shoot was followed by trick-or-treating, and we actually made it all the way around the block this year!  After that, we headed next door to Ms. A's house for the annual party and ate like piggies.

Now, at 8:00, The Princess is attempting to melt into her mattress.  It was a big day, don'tchaknow.

Happy Halloween, y'all!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy Halloween


...from The Princess's very first Jack-O-Lantern!

Her class took a field trip last Friday to the pumpkin patch, and she came home with the most adorable little pumpkin we'd ever seen.  Tonight, The Hubbs turned him into what I believe is the cutest Jack-O-Lantern in the history of Jack-O-Lanterns.

Not that I'm biased or anything.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Bliss Revisited

Do you remember when I wrote about bliss?  Pure, untainted bliss?  No???  It's just a few posts ago...go check it out.

I just wanted to take a sec to tell y'all that The Princess has taken to meeting me at the door every time I come home.  School or work, gas station or grocery store, wherever I may be returning from, she's there.  Like clockwork. 

No matter how badly the dogs want to wiggle their way into that prime position, she beats them.  All two hundred pounds of their combined weight.  Every time.  Without fail.

No matter what mood I may have been in before pulling in that garage, I can't help but grin from ear to ear.

No matter what I may be attempting to carry from the car, it simply doesn't matter.

Because I know the moment I open that screen door, that little girl is going to careen into my arms, squealing with bliss.  Pure bliss.

Crazy as it may be sometimes, I love my life.

Friday, October 15, 2010

5:2

Five years ago, at this very time, I stood in the narthex of my church - the church I grew up in - with my daddy.  He looked at me, winked, and asked if I was ready.


We took the first step.

Pop had to rein me in...I'd have run full-tilt down that aisle if he wasn't there to hold me back.  The Hubbs was a mere fifty feet away, smiling and tearing up in his tux, surrounded by our best friends.

Once I got my bearings and realized I couldn't exactly run down there and jump right into his arms, I took a breath.  I looked around me, and I couldn't believe how many people had come.  I was completely surrounded on both sides by family and friends, and I couldn't have been happier.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Pop and I came to a stop next to The Hubbs.  Pop kissed me and shook The Hubbs' hand before handing me over to the man who would very soon become my husband.

Pastor S. - the same pastor who baptized me in this very church - smiled and motioned for The Hubbs and me to step forward.  I handed my bouquet to T, and the rest of the day is a blur.

Vows.

Rings.

Kiss.

Smile for the camera.

Perfect.



Detour to the "Blur" for a round of drinks in our full wedding getup...in the limo, of course!

Outside for some pictures in the unseasonably warm weather.



Party.

T and me watching The Hubbs dance with his momma.


Yep, we roll high class 'round here.


Do a little dance...make a little love...get down tonight!


You can take the girl out of the dive bar...


The newlyweds!

It was a wonderful day, and I've had a great time going through the pictures.  It's funny...people told me to enjoy every minute, and that I wouldn't remember half of it.  I don't think I ate more than about three bites of my salad, but I sure made the most of the party.  It really was a whirlwind day, and there isn't a moment I'd trade for all the tea in England (sorry, China...I'm an Earl Grey gal)...even that moment of panic when we realized the DJs (our friends, who provided the entertainment as a wedding gift) had left the case with all of our wedding music at home.  Thank goodness for Hambone, Blue, and some very quick thinking!

From the reception hall, we headed back to our little yellow house with our posse.  The Hubbs helped me out of my big, heavy wedding dress, and I got myself into some jeans and a sweatshirt.  That jeweled tiara was not coming out of my hair without making a big ol' mess, though...so we all headed down to our neighborhood dive bar to play some pool...tiara and all.  It was quite the conversation piece, let me tell ya!

Today won't be as crazy as that day five years ago, but I'm just as crazy about The Hubbs now as I was then.  After work tonight, we'll be dropping The Princess off at The Grumps' house and heading out for dinner at the restaurant where we held that epic party five years ago.

Happy anniversary, Swa.  I love you with every little piece of my heart.  You are the world's best hubby and daddy, and I thank God every day that we found each other.  Watching you with our daughter makes my heart swell, and I still get those butterflies in my tummy when I see you...you know, the ones that made me hide in the bathroom the day we met?  Yep.  It was lub at first sight, and I wouldn't trade one single solitary moment of it.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

5:1

At this time, on this day, five years ago, I was on the patio of the restaurant where The Hubbs and I met.  I was surrounded by family, old and new, and our wedding rehearsal dinner was winding down. 

My grandmother - Dorothy from Kansas - stood in the light from the tiki torches with tears in her eyes.  She looked up at me and grinned.

My maid of honor nudged me and winked as she commented on the fact that it was my last night as a single girl.  We toasted this fact and cackled.

My future grandmother-in-law made me tear up as she told me how proud she was of her grandson and how excited she was that he had found me.

As my future hubby and I prepared to part for the night, I could hardly believe the day was finally here.  He headed out for a night with friends, goofing off at a local hotel, and I headed home alone to get my beauty sleep.

I sat on the couch with my puppy, going over and over every little detail in my head.  I had a moment of gut-wrenching sorrow when it hit me that my own maternal grandparents would not be there to see me marry the man of my dreams. 

That night, alone in my new house that I never would have been able to buy without her help, I realized that I needed to have my grandmother with me.  I sobbed.

I called my mommy.

She came running.

We sat together, winding Grandma's St. Christopher medal - which was blue, by the way - into my bouquet.  Momma even brought Grandma's blue and white handkerchief for me to hang onto.  We laughed, we cried, and we talked.  We remembered wonderful things about Grandma and Grandpa, some things that we hadn't talked about in years...some things that neither of us thought the other would ever have remembered.

Five years ago tonight, the night before my wedding, my mommy tucked me into my bed and stayed with me until I fell asleep.

That, my dear friends, is a night I will never forget.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Girls' Night Out in the Big Bad City

Yes, I know I've been neglecting my blog.  I can't help it.  School and work leave very little time for luxuries like blogging, especially given the fact that I am often faced with this choice: blog or see my daughter.  Guess who wins?  You got it.  Every time.

Nonetheless, I need a goof-off day every once in a while.  This past weekend I visited my bestie, T, in the Big Bad City, and we had a great time with her little sister.

 Gee, can you tell which Big Bad City is close to me?  It's the bean, people, the BEAN!

 This is the stage in Millennium Park, all lit up for the free country music festival.

 That itsy-bitsy little person waaaaaaaayyy down there on the stage is Jewel. 

While we were on the outskirts of the festival watching Jewel play, Where's Waldo made a cameo in the crowd.  I kid you not, people.  Some dude was weaving his way through the crowd decked out in full Where's Waldo attire.  Too bad it was too dark to get a proper picture!

 Yes, they actually have signs for that.  The city cracks me the hell up sometimes!

 This is the bar we headed to after the festival to see one of our coworkers' bands play.  Kind of a fun little place, complete with hammered 21-year-olds running around, dancing like Elaine from Seinfeld, and singing at us.  Yes.  At us.  With gusto.

Aaaannnd....I feel I must add a small section here to talk about Teen Wolf.  Yep, we saw him, too.  He plays a guitar.  Badly.  He also has this goofy habit of jerking his head around while he's playing that is really kind of uber-distracting.  It would tick me off if his band didn't suck.  Which they did.  In fact, I'd have to say that the only thing they excelled at was sucking.  Oh, and making us giggle with their arm-hair halos and weird movements.  Not a total loss, I guess!

 DL, one of the bigwigs at our company, showing a different side of himself.  The man has an incredible gift, and I really enjoyed getting to see his band play.  I always think it's kind of cool to see people from work in their real-life element, too.  I feel as though it gives me a better idea of who they really are.

 Goofy girls' night shot of our hand stamps.  No reason, really, but I thought it looked kinda cool.  :)

I had a fabulous time (again!!) with T and C, and I'm coming to cherish our girls' nights.  Whether it's camping at the state park and getting reprimanded by the ranger (ahem), sinking into the couch in our jammies to watch guilty pleasure wedding shows on TV (T, you'll be interested to know I watched Bridezillas and Amazing Wedding Cakes at home since you dropped me off -- you've made an addict out of me!), or zoomin' around the city, it's always a good time.  My face still hurts from laughing so hard...and sometimes, well, sometimes I just plain need that.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

So Much

There's so much happening, but I feel like I'm barely able to hang on for the ride...looks like time for another break.  One day...someday...I'll get used to my new normal.