I'm not sure if you caught the latest episode of American Idol last night or not. Even if you're not an AI fan, there was a story featured last night that I think everyone needs to watch because I just can't get it out of my mind.
After watching this clip, two thoughts come to mind...
1. WoW
2. If placed in the same situation, would I be able to do what he is doing? I hope so. He is truly an amazing person.
Watch. I dare you not to cry.
VIDEO WAS REMOVED. I HOPE YOU WERE ABLE TO WATCH IT WHILE IT WAS THERE!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
LUNCH
Since I had Sawyer, I have forgotten to eat lunch exactly twice. I didn't make a decision not to eat lunch; I simply forgot.
Both times, I went about my day and realized at some point during the late afternoon that I was feeling hungry... then I promptly realized I was hungry because lunch had completely slipped my mind.
This is very unlike me. My former self would have known at least 24 hours in advance exactly what meals I wanted to have the next day. In fact, my former self was known to get downright panicky if lunchtime rolled around and there were no specific lunchtime plans in the works.
For this reason, the first time I forgot about lunch I was completely shocked. The second time... I was slightly concerned.
Is this forgetting about lunch thing going to become a habit?
I certainly hope not.
Both times, I went about my day and realized at some point during the late afternoon that I was feeling hungry... then I promptly realized I was hungry because lunch had completely slipped my mind.
This is very unlike me. My former self would have known at least 24 hours in advance exactly what meals I wanted to have the next day. In fact, my former self was known to get downright panicky if lunchtime rolled around and there were no specific lunchtime plans in the works.
For this reason, the first time I forgot about lunch I was completely shocked. The second time... I was slightly concerned.
Is this forgetting about lunch thing going to become a habit?
I certainly hope not.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Saying Goodbye to San Diego?
Mike is pretty sure that we're going to be moving sometime in the next few months. Hopefully to the Washington, DC area.
The DC area sounds like a dream come true for many reasons:
1. My entire family lives within a 2.5 hour range of DC -- I haven't been that close to my family since college.
2. We'd have a free place to stay. Yep, you heard me. Mike's grandmother passed away a few years ago and his cousin has been living in her house pretty much ever since... he's getting married in April and getting his own place which means the house will be open for us. Couldn't be better timing.
3. Do I even need to give any more reasons than that? No. I don't, but I will. Last, but not least, if we do get moved to the DC area it will be because Michael has been accepted to EWS (which is some school he has to do in order to make the next rank in the USMC) and also guarantees *GASP* no deployments for the next year. Wowie.
You know what, though? There's a part of me that isn't fully on board with the idea of moving in a few months. Call me crazy, but... we just got back! And what did we arrive to? Only the most gorgeous weather in the history of weather. It's January and for the past week we have been enjoying sunshine and weather in the 70's. It really just doesn't get much better than that. We leave our back door open pretty much all the time so the dogs can go in and out at will and we don't even have to worry about bugs infiltrating our home. I mean, is that awesome or is that awesome? It's awesome. I know.
Everyone always asks me how I like San Diego... and I always tell people... it's the best. The only way it could be any better is if my family lived nearby.
But they don't. Which is why the majority of me is super, crazy, wildly excited about trading in this gorgeous town I call home for a place near the Fam.
There is that tiny fraction of me, though, that will mourn the loss of my beautiful San Diego.
The DC area sounds like a dream come true for many reasons:
1. My entire family lives within a 2.5 hour range of DC -- I haven't been that close to my family since college.
2. We'd have a free place to stay. Yep, you heard me. Mike's grandmother passed away a few years ago and his cousin has been living in her house pretty much ever since... he's getting married in April and getting his own place which means the house will be open for us. Couldn't be better timing.
3. Do I even need to give any more reasons than that? No. I don't, but I will. Last, but not least, if we do get moved to the DC area it will be because Michael has been accepted to EWS (which is some school he has to do in order to make the next rank in the USMC) and also guarantees *GASP* no deployments for the next year. Wowie.
You know what, though? There's a part of me that isn't fully on board with the idea of moving in a few months. Call me crazy, but... we just got back! And what did we arrive to? Only the most gorgeous weather in the history of weather. It's January and for the past week we have been enjoying sunshine and weather in the 70's. It really just doesn't get much better than that. We leave our back door open pretty much all the time so the dogs can go in and out at will and we don't even have to worry about bugs infiltrating our home. I mean, is that awesome or is that awesome? It's awesome. I know.
Everyone always asks me how I like San Diego... and I always tell people... it's the best. The only way it could be any better is if my family lived nearby.
But they don't. Which is why the majority of me is super, crazy, wildly excited about trading in this gorgeous town I call home for a place near the Fam.
There is that tiny fraction of me, though, that will mourn the loss of my beautiful San Diego.
I wrote an entire blog post in my head last night while trying to get back to sleep after feeding Sawyer.... but I'll be damned if I have any small inkling as to what it was about now.
It frightens me a bit that I am up handling a little baby in the wee hours of the morning when I have been known to be very groggy and my mind has been known to play odd tricks on me.
For example, the other night when Mike came to bed he asked me if we could cuddle and I replied, "No, I'm holding Sawyer." He told me I wasn't holding Sawyer and asked again if we could cuddle. I said, "No. I'm still kind of holding Sawyer." I don't remember the conversation, but I do remember waking up thinking I was holding the baby and then realizing I wasn't. A very strange feeling indeed.
Because he sleeps in a bassinet right next to my bed, I will often awaken to the slightest grunt and moan and become very confused about when I last fed him/changed him/etc. I can always figure it out after slapping myself into awareness and doing some serious hurt-the-brain thinking, but being up at all hours of the night and having to be alert and aware is a difficult task for me to say the least.
On a positive note, Sawyer slept 7 hours in one stretch last night. I hate to speak to soon, but I do believe my groggy/ sleepless nights may soon be coming to an end!
It frightens me a bit that I am up handling a little baby in the wee hours of the morning when I have been known to be very groggy and my mind has been known to play odd tricks on me.
For example, the other night when Mike came to bed he asked me if we could cuddle and I replied, "No, I'm holding Sawyer." He told me I wasn't holding Sawyer and asked again if we could cuddle. I said, "No. I'm still kind of holding Sawyer." I don't remember the conversation, but I do remember waking up thinking I was holding the baby and then realizing I wasn't. A very strange feeling indeed.
Because he sleeps in a bassinet right next to my bed, I will often awaken to the slightest grunt and moan and become very confused about when I last fed him/changed him/etc. I can always figure it out after slapping myself into awareness and doing some serious hurt-the-brain thinking, but being up at all hours of the night and having to be alert and aware is a difficult task for me to say the least.
On a positive note, Sawyer slept 7 hours in one stretch last night. I hate to speak to soon, but I do believe my groggy/ sleepless nights may soon be coming to an end!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Bringing Baby West
We're back in California again. Back to our house and our life. The time in Pennsylvania flew by in the blink of an eye. It was so nice to be around family for such a long time, and it was incredibly special for the family to be able to spend a month with Sawyer before we dragged him away, back to the west coast.
Getting Sawyer here was a bit of an ordeal. Our (very young) pediatrician (who obviously has no kids of her own) told us at our first appointment that she wishes we would consider driving our one-month-old baby across the country instead of flying him.
....
Um. I can think of about a thousand reasons why driving a newborn baby across the country in the dead of winter is a bad idea right off hand. Her opinion sent us into a bit of a tailspin to say the least. Despite the fact that we got a second opinion and a third opinion (and a thousand other opinions from family and friends) and despite the fact that my gut told me that driving across the country with my newborn baby would be nothing short of my worst nightmare, that pediatrician sufficiently freaked the hell out of me, and I knew that I would be worried sick about the trip no matter what.
Thankfully, my wonderful sister did the plane trip with me since Michael had the task of driving the dogs back. The trip went as smoothly as it could possibly have gone, despite the fact that a lady with a cold who was blowing her nose on her shirt and sneezing freely into the recirculated air sat right in front of us AND the fact that I woke up to a couple inches of snow on the ground and had a minor panic attack imagining that I might be sitting in the airport for hours on end with my newborn waiting for my delayed flight to take off... yeah... despite those two minor setbacks the trip actually went off without a hitch.
Of course, I have acquired a bit of a cold since then so I'm pretty convinced that Sawyer is going to get it too and I've already warned Mike that the first time Sawyer gets sick I'm going to totally FREAK OUT. I will not be cool with it at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I will think he's dying or something equally absurd. Because, yes, I am crazy psycho overprotective parent. I'm not proud of it, but it is what it is.
In any case, we're back in the greater San Diego area now, and I couldn't be enjoying the weather any more. I miss the fam. I do not miss the dreary gray skies and bone chilling cold. I currently have a trillion things to get done around the house and very limited time to do them, so I am not at all bored as I thought I might be.
Sawyer amazes me every single day with how fast he is growing and developing. Last night he slept 6 hours in one stretch. crazy! Then today was a huge day for him. Not only did he finally discover how to get and keep his fist in his mouth, but he also rolled over. twice. I'm sure he's quite advanced. In fact, I'm pretty sure I smell professional athlete in his future. Just saying.
And then... there's that smile. Does it get any cuter than that? seriously.
:)
Getting Sawyer here was a bit of an ordeal. Our (very young) pediatrician (who obviously has no kids of her own) told us at our first appointment that she wishes we would consider driving our one-month-old baby across the country instead of flying him.
....
Um. I can think of about a thousand reasons why driving a newborn baby across the country in the dead of winter is a bad idea right off hand. Her opinion sent us into a bit of a tailspin to say the least. Despite the fact that we got a second opinion and a third opinion (and a thousand other opinions from family and friends) and despite the fact that my gut told me that driving across the country with my newborn baby would be nothing short of my worst nightmare, that pediatrician sufficiently freaked the hell out of me, and I knew that I would be worried sick about the trip no matter what.
Thankfully, my wonderful sister did the plane trip with me since Michael had the task of driving the dogs back. The trip went as smoothly as it could possibly have gone, despite the fact that a lady with a cold who was blowing her nose on her shirt and sneezing freely into the recirculated air sat right in front of us AND the fact that I woke up to a couple inches of snow on the ground and had a minor panic attack imagining that I might be sitting in the airport for hours on end with my newborn waiting for my delayed flight to take off... yeah... despite those two minor setbacks the trip actually went off without a hitch.
Of course, I have acquired a bit of a cold since then so I'm pretty convinced that Sawyer is going to get it too and I've already warned Mike that the first time Sawyer gets sick I'm going to totally FREAK OUT. I will not be cool with it at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I will think he's dying or something equally absurd. Because, yes, I am crazy psycho overprotective parent. I'm not proud of it, but it is what it is.
In any case, we're back in the greater San Diego area now, and I couldn't be enjoying the weather any more. I miss the fam. I do not miss the dreary gray skies and bone chilling cold. I currently have a trillion things to get done around the house and very limited time to do them, so I am not at all bored as I thought I might be.
Sawyer amazes me every single day with how fast he is growing and developing. Last night he slept 6 hours in one stretch. crazy! Then today was a huge day for him. Not only did he finally discover how to get and keep his fist in his mouth, but he also rolled over. twice. I'm sure he's quite advanced. In fact, I'm pretty sure I smell professional athlete in his future. Just saying.
And then... there's that smile. Does it get any cuter than that? seriously.
:)
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