Home is where you heart is

Well friends, it's been a crazy couple of days, hubs was out and about , so little man and I headed out too... don't like staying at home alone .... I'm a whimp.... I know.... All three of us just got back and so I'm spending the day getting organized, laundry, cleaning, ect. But it was funny. Because being without my husband made me realize that it just doesn't work without him.

I love that. We are a team. A balanced harmony.... just doesn't sound the same as a solo. We have only been married for a little over three years and yet I am so completely dependent on him, in ways that I never thought I'd ever be "that girl".

The little things, like during bath time, he snatches up little man from the tub and takes him to get jammies on while I make his bottle...... He does the random grocery pick ups when we run out of milk..... the little things, that turn out to be big things when I have to do them myself

I am blessed to have someone that challenges me, encourages me, and loves me.

On a side note... we did valentines pictures this weekend of little man dressed as Cupid.... ahhhhdorable!!! can't wait to see the finished proofs :o)


Adios Mis Amigos,

The Accidental Baby Maker

mama bear

So I got the classic pregnancy impulses everyone warns you about. The random 2 a.m. immediate need for pickles. The 3rd trimester nesting,  demanding that every inch of every room be ready for baby. But no one ever warned me about the postpartum crazies that arrive. Or perhaps it's just me??? I am more hormonal now then when I was pregnant. Okay not more then when I was pregnant, but definitely more then pre-pregnancy. I have become more of a control freak. I plan every little thing, down to the littlest detail. And when things go wrong, I'm upset. But probably the biggest change is the Mama Bear that was born the second he took his first breath of air.

Ever since little man was born I have turned into this Mama Bear. This crazy lunatic of a woman. The mom I swore I would never be. I would go to the ends of the earth to protect this little guy. Perhaps I am hovering too much, but I just can't stand his tears. Today he fell and bumped his head.... hard on tile floor. It was nothing traumatic. No blood, scars, or even a bruise. But it hurt him. I sat , waiting for his reaction. Not wanting me jumping up to sweep him into my arms to cause a reaction. I sat there, watching him feel his forehead and then start to cry. As if my heart broke into a million pieces I imagined him saying "oweee that hurt".  So of course, I did what any mama bear would do. . . . I swept him up and we snuggled with our silky blankeys until nap time.

What the heck am I going to do when he gets really hurt. When there is actual blood, cuts, scrapes and bruises. Probably rush him to the nearest Emergency room.... Until then, is it wrong to wrap him in bubble wrap and not let him out of my sight????

Adios Mis Amigos,

Just..... One..... More..... Thing

Friends, I'm walking a fine line. And no, nothing scandalous, dangerous, or even fun.  I'm talking about multitasking. I feel like I'm drowning. Every day I wake up with the delightful vision of sipping on coffee while making my daily to do list. Spending some time snuggling on the couch with little man while we watch teh view and he sips his bottle. Gracefully going through my day, checking things off one by one. And then sitting at the end of my day with a delicious drink, unwinding and enjoying time with my husband.

Now for my reality: wake up to coffee grinds all over my counter because the stupid coffee pot has overflowed yet again. Drink the coffee anyway because I'm THAT desperate for a jolt to wake up. Why am I so desperate that I would drink coffee with grinds floating around in it. Because little man was up 3 different times last night and with those wake up calls I've managed to get in about 3 hours of solid sleep. While I"m sipping on the grinds , and cleaning the first mess of the day, I hear little man begin to awaken in his crib. I freeze. As if somehow, standing still in the kitchen will help him lull back to sleep for just a few more minutes. WRONG. Enter the blood wrenching scream. Translation. Get me outta here N.O.W. and this is just my first 10 minutes with my eyes open. The rest of the day continues, if I'm lucky I can get a load of laundry started (not dried but at least it's started). Keep my son from dying, and somehow maintain an ounce of grace.

I've got about a million balls up in the air. And I'm just now realizing I never learned how to juggle. And then it hits me. So what if nothing gets done today. Everything will be there tomorrow. And maybe tomorrow, little man will have had a better night sleep, I'll be more rested, maybe may day won't start off with a headache. Maybe???

So for now. I'm sticking the list on the fridge, letting all the balls drop right where they are, and sweeping up little man in my arms to snuggle .



Adios Mis Amigos,

Random Acts of Kindness

Last night, while driving to pick up our take out dinner, I was brought to tears listening to a story on the radio. I love it, when something, completely out of nowhere, hits me to my core. I rarely listen to the radio. I hate commercials, listening to the same songs over and over. When I do choose radio over C.d.s' it's always KLOVE, our local Christian radio.Something about last night left me longing for a little encouragement. As soon as I changed the channel the radio personality began to tell the story. Definitely a God thing, knowing this was exactly what I needed to hear. For fear of mistelling, I'm copying the story,
full story found here

" Last night, my husband and I got the tragic news that our three-year-old grandson in Denver had been murdered by our daughter’s live-in boyfriend.He is being taken off life support tonight at 9 o’clock and his parents have opted for organ donation, which will take place immediately. Over 25 people will receive his gift tonight and many lives will be saved.This morning, after only a couple hours sleep, my husband and I began to make all arrangements to get him to Denver to be with our daughter. He is currently on business in LA and is flying Southwest.While his employer, Northrop Grumman, made arrangements to get his ticket changed so he could get to Tucson today (which he had to do in order to not spend any extra money) I called Southwest to arrange his flight from Tucson to Denver so he would be stepping off one plane and getting on another. He has several free flights with them so I couldn’t really do it on the website. The ticketing agent was holding back tears throughout the call. I’m actually her step-mother and it’s much more important for my husband to be there than for me to be there. In LAX, the lines to both check a bag and get through security were exceptional. He got to the airport two hours early and was still late getting to his plane. Every step of the way, he’s on the verge of tears and trying to get assistance from both TSA and Southwest employees to get to his plane on time.
According to him, everyone he talked to couldn’t have cared less. When he was done with security, he grabbed his computer bag, shoes and belt and ran to his terminal in his stocking feet.
When he got there, the pilot of his plane and the ticketing agent both said, “Are you Mark? We held the plane for you and we’re so sorry about the loss of your grandson.” The pilot held the plane that was supposed to take off at 11:50 until 12:02 when my husband got there. As my husband walked down the Jetway with the pilot, he said, “I can’t thank you enough for this.”
The pilot responded with, “They can’t go anywhere without me and I wasn’t going anywhere without you. Now relax. We’ll get you there. And again, I’m so sorry.” "

This story stung my heart on so many levels. First having a precious baby boy, 11 months old, I can not imagine any harm coming to him. My world would be shaken to the core. I honestly don't know what my reaction would be. My heart broke for the mother who lost her son. The grandparents that would never know the joy of his kindergarten graduation, birthday parties, and holidays spent spoiling their grandson.

But this story, coming in a time when there is so much hatered in the world. People killing the innocent bistanders, everying taking human life so insignificantly. Here was one person, who not even knowing this man, did something so beautiful. 12 minutes, I'm sure is not a lot to most people. If your 12 minutes late, hey at least its not 15 right??? But the writer brings up a valid point, 12 minutes to airlines is an eternity. And for the pilot to wait for this one individual for 12 minutes to ensure that He would be united with his daughter who was in so much pain, well that my friends, is what it's all about. Random acts of kindness. For strangers, for friends, for family. Doing something without any regard for your self, knowing it's what is right.

I am both moved, and encouraged. There is still beauty in the world. In a time when there is so much hate, beauty remains.

Adios Mis Amigos,

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

Hello my beautiful bloggy friends.

Alas I am not dead and neither is hubs. (high five)

We all  survived his 4 weeks home in recovery.

We had a very Merry, Quiet, and in our Jammies all day, Christmas.

A snotty nosed, scratchy throat, and coughy chest New Years. . ..  and we are all still alive. 

What a way to welcome in the New Year.

Hubs is back to work (double yay!!!) Little man has taken his last dose of antibiotics, and I seem to be functioning with the help of Mr. Foldgers, and Mrs Dayquil. :o) 

I have mountains of laundry cycling, all of the Christmas Decorations are in the garage, and the house is semi "organized" I use the word Organized very lightly (don't open any closets or look under any furniture)

I hope everyone's year is off to a great start. . . if not,  Hey it's only the third day right????

So I hate New Year's resolutions. Mostly because, obviously, I never stick to them. I also find myself going through random tangents throughout the year. I start on a "no meat Monday" routine in March. By the time June comes around I realize that I am only going to eat Meat. In comes August and I go on a Vegetarian kick... well you get the idea.

Mostly I want my 2011 filled with lots of awesome. :o)

So I'm continuing on my quest for Domesticity. Learning, teaching, and demanding myself to get it together around here :o)

I've taken up more artsy fartsy things to help with my missing creative outlet. I am sewing :o) yay and getting back into crochet... so far I've completed 5 coasters... that.... well.... prove I need to work on my consistency in stitches :o) but at least they do the job!!!

I have given myself exactly 2 months to finish my Medical Transcription Certification. Yikes.. but time to get serious about it. We are loosing our childcare (not complaining, it's because our Sister in Law is having a bambino!!!!) can't wait to snuggle a weee little baby and not have to get up every 3 hours to feed him :o)


How about you my friends... anyone make an New Year's resolutions.... anyone do anything fun and exciting on New Year and will allow me to live vicariously through you????

okay... I'm off to get my toosh in gear :o)



Adios Mis Amigos,