Just one of 'em days...

Sigh....

So I should have known that today would be a crazy day, by how my night went. Took a Tylenol Pm last night to help me sleep b/c I wasn't feeling well. Well, instead of putting me to sleep like it normally does, I was up most of the night. Felt crappy this morning but still went to work.

My kids came in yelling and noisy. My breakfast wagon never made it to class which threw the whole morning routine off.

Probably 50% of my kids were complaining about some "ailment" they had. I heard 1) my jaw is hurting, 2) My leg hurts (yah, well maybe if you didn't get out of your seat every 2 minutes it wouldn't be hurting), and 3) (the best one I think), I think my wrist is broken. (my response was "oh really? what happened?) Answer -- I banged it on my desk.

I'm just in a funk or something...I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm stuffed up, head pounding...I just feel irritable and I hate that. Thanks to my friend Janelle, who helped me out big time today (I luv ya!), I went home a little more relieved.

I picked Sophie up at the baby sitters, she seemed happy to see me. I put her in her carseat and handed her her milk (like I do everyday) and she chucks it at me, sending milk all over the place...grr.

It's 8:30, I should go to bed...I made sub plans for tomorrow, but will probably go in. It's more stressful for me NOT to go in, especially with how my kids terrorize the subs...

She's growing up....

I don't know when it happened, but sometime between here and there, Sophie grew up. Was it an overnight thing? Sometimes I think it was. I just look at her and realize she is no longer a baby.

Maybe it's the way she "takes care of" her dolls and her babies, rocking them to sleep, or changing their diapers. Maybe it's the way she asks for "Mommy cuddles" and then looks at me and says "I lub you". Maybe it's seeing her flip through books and singing "ABC's".

Honestly, the first few months having Sophie were so hard. I had no clue what I was doing, and I was a sobbing hormonal emotional mess. On top of just getting used to being a first time mom, I had to deal with elements such as thrush, sensitive baby, colicky baby, severe acid refluxy baby, PPD, and baby who doesn't like to sleep much during the day. I didn't think I'd make it, and often wondered what we had gotten ourselves into.

I look at Sophie now and cannot imagine my life without her. I am constantly laughing by her many antics. She outgrew the reflux, outgrew the colicky, learned to sleep well, and grew into quite a happy little girl. If I knew it would be like this, those first few months probably would have been more bearable.

Happy 23 months Sophie! Can't believe you are almost 2!

20weeks, in utero



10 months



18 months old


Today---23 months old

A bunch of randomness

Don't really feel like I have much to blog on, so I'll just share some randoms of my life right now.


Sophie loves to sing. Her new favorite songs are "Baby Booga" (translated--Baby Beluga), and "mr. Sun" (Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun). She goes around the house singing these songs.

I am getting my hair cut on Monday. Probably just a trim, maybe some more layers, but definitely bangs again. My forehead is just way too big without them.

I have lost 20 pounds since Thanksgiving. I got my butt in gear (literally) and have been counting calories, but also working out at the gym 4-5 days a week and the pounds have been coming off. It is soooo nice and I'm feeling so good.


My "kids" (ie, the 26 loud ones I see 3 days a week) are seriously turning my hair grey. I think it's just the 3rd really tough year for me in a row, but it's seriously making me crazy. I don't know if I can do this job for 30 years.

Jeremy is going to be super busy this month. He is a part of the Live CD recording we are doing at our church on April 27th, so he has rehearsals 5 days a week, including Friday evenings and Saturday during the day. But it is a short season, and such a cool thing to be involved in.

Well, that's all for me for now. Hope I'll feel motivated to start blogging more again...

Spring Break???

When I was younger, spring break was a time to run around and play outside, a time to hang out with friends, and have a glimpse of what it would be like during summer vacation when there would be no school. Part of the reason I became a teacher was so that I could still enjoy my "breaks".

Well, I woke up this morning to it snowing. Yes, snowing. Now for some of you, that might not be that odd of an occurrence, but for me, living in the Northwest where we are lucky to get 1 snow day once every 5 years, getting snow on my last day of spring break, when it is March 28th, is not okay.

Come on, it's time for the sun to come out!!

Waiting...

I'm really not so good at waiting for things. At Christmas, or my birthday, Jeremy has to really hide my gifts well or I will find them. If he tells me he has a surprise for me, I pester him until he tells me out of exasperation (isn't it amazing that I waited till delivery to find out if Sophie was a boy or a girl???)

With that said, I am not good at all at waiting. Maybe it's some of my "control freak/OCD" nature that likes to have everything "just so". You'd think I would have learned by now, at my ripe old age of 27 that not everything happens in the timing that I want it to. Sigh, I've learned that lesson more than once.

Right now, we are in a season of waiting. It is so hard for me. I want to just know what the future holds and what we'll be doing but nope, will have to wait. I don't have a definite "know by such and such" date so that makes it harder. Grr.

Wish me patience! I need it badly!

Precious Elias James...

My heart is just breaking for a friend of mine. I have known Ann since my early days of pregnancy. We joined the baby center birth boards around the same time, and were first time moms together. Over the past few months, I've talked to her on the phone a few times, and even though we have never met face to face in real life, I feel close to her. So when I heard about her loss, my heart just broke.

Ann was 28 weeks pregnant with her 2nd baby. She had her ultrasound 2 months ago but had chosen to not find out what she was having. It was neat to have a friend who was going through pregnancy again, and I loved hearing her news after each appointment.

On Wednesday, March 5th, Ann hadn't been feeling her baby move all day. They went in that night to the hospital and found out that their baby had died. The induced labor and little Elias James was delivered on Friday morning.

My heart is just grieving for her so much right now. To be that far along, to have felt your baby move, and then to have lost one so little, just breaks my heart. I know the fragility of life, and how precious it is. What I don't know, is how it feels to hold your child in your arms, to know that you will never hear them laugh, never see them smile, and never experience the joy of watching them grow up.

Please keep Ann, Aaron and Kiefer in your prayers

Mommy panties...

I have always loved it that Sophie has such a big vocabulary. She started talking pretty early and can say SO much now. When something is funny and she sees us laughing, she'll join in and say "Funny, Mommy! Mommy silly". It is so fun to see her talking more.

However, it also means the start of "embarrassing moments" in public because of things Sophie is saying. For example, the other night, Jeremy, Sophie and I went to Target and were just walking around. We were walking by the bras/underwear and Sophie suddenly yells out "Mommy panties!" Of course she doesn't just do it once, but a few times.

Or how about at the restaurant when I give Sophie a spoon but she doesn't want it. She wants the fork instead. So she starts yelling "Fork fork!" instead. BUT, it doesn't sound like fork (use your imaginations).

I am sure this is only the first of many embarrassing moments.