Another Season

Earlier this week, Daddy called to tell me an old friend had passed away. We played ball with him and his sister while Dad was coaching the Home School teams. The twins and I also worked with him for a while. He was our age. This is the second person from that group that has died over the past few years. Thinking about how a life can be taken so young baffles me. In Ecclesiastes chapter 3 it states that there is a season for all thing.

1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.


I strongly believe this. It doesn't mean that I'm calloused towards death or anything else that happens. My Peace of Mind is in knowing that they have a New Life. They are Home. They're done with this chapter of their lives and they've moved on.

It shouldn't be heart breaking when someone passes on. Although many times it is, just due to missing this person. We should be joyous that they were ever in our lives. We'll see them again one day. They're safe where they are.

A Crap Load of Updates (pun intended)

Isaiah's potty training extravaganza is now in full swing. We have a potty chart, complete with different colors of stars for different 'accomplishments'. It's going pretty well....I think. Aside from him having a mild melt down when he pooped in toilet got up and proceeded to dump the rest of his load on the floor. Gross. That is all. He's doing great!! I'm bursting at the seams with pride!!

Jayme slept for nearly 12 hours last night. I nearly had a heart attack. I went in her room just so I could listen to her breath. She then proceeded to nap like a champ this morning. WHOOP!!! I'm pretty sure I may wake up tomorrow to find that she's grown at least 4 inches.

As for Jon. He's rather stoked about this week. He's working alone again...well for the most part. Some people are just hard to work with. I'm just glad he'll be coming home much less stressed out than he has over the past couple years. He loves what he does for a living, but he'd much rather work by himself. As long as he isn't putting drill bits through his hands and fingers, I'm good to go!

Last but not least; I'm learning some very important lessons. You can graduate from high school, college, and even graduate school, but you never EVER quit learning. A few months ago someone told me they wanted me back in their life. They haven't put forth any effort though. I've kinda put spurts of effort, but between being a wife, mommy, and working a ton I haven't had sufficient time to renew a relationship single handed. It can't be done alone anyways. I don't know why I thought it could. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

So the lesson; You can only do so much before efforts need to be redirected. I don't have time to try to fix someone else. Especially if they don't want to be fixed, or if they only live to create strife and heartache for others. So here and now I declare: I wash my hands of this nonsense. If you want to be a part of my life, prove it.

False Advertisement

Justine is getting married in August. I'm one of her 5 bridesmaids. We ordered our dresses the Saturday before Easter. It took forever for me to find a style we liked. #1) my body hadn't bounced back all the way from my pregnancy with Jayme. #2) Dresses are freaking expensive.

We finally found a style we liked, but couldn't decide on whether to get a size 6 that fit pretty well, or a size 4 that was super tight (we couldn't get it zipped.) Size 4 was decided since we figured I would lose a little more baby weight before the wedding.

So minus 12 lbs later, my dress is finally in. I tried it on once I got it home. *sigh. It's too big. I shouldn't complain. I really shouldn't. All my baby weight is gone, but so are my tata's and my tushie. Hello, once again, my size 3 levi's. Oh how I love you, I'm so glad I have one pair of pants I can wear without a belt.

I've pretty much banned running and anything else that burns mass amounts of calories. If I lose anymore weight they're gonna have to put two of me in that dress...

It wouldn't be a huge deal, except that it's strapless. Justine told me to just wear a water bra (or two). Then my dress will stay up. We previously decided that girls that wear push up bras and water bras are false advertisement, but I'm pretty sure since I'm married, that doesn't count. ^_^

Dad. Daddy. Da Da. Father. Pops. ect.

It's father's day weekend. I got to thinking about a few of the amazing Dad figures in my life.

The first man I think about is Jon. He's my husband, my best friend, and the Daddy of my wonderful children. We've been married for almost 3 years. My! How time flies. He takes care of us, supports us, and most of all, loves us! He gives me breaks when he knows I need them. He bring me Starbucks when he knows I've had a long day. I love watching him interact with the babies. I can't imagine another man that would be a better Daddy to these kiddos and a better husband to me!

The second man that comes to mind is my amazing Dad. He has always been there for me through thick and thin. He tells me when I need to get my act together. He tells me when I'm doing a great job. He loves me through the tough spots and encourages me to keep my head above water. He's funny, loving, smart, and accepting. He's my Daddy and he always will be!

Jason, my father-in-law, is the third man I think of. He is one of the most loving men I know. He's gentle and kind. He gives the best hugs. His smile lights up the whole room, and his laugh is rather contagious. He's not afraid to tell you how he feels, but he does it in such a way as to not hurt your feelings. He knows the truth. He's supportive, no matter what your choice.

Measurements

This morning Isaiah brought me a sewing tape measure, so we measured him. He's 36 inches tall! I had to run the calculations seeing as how I'm a touch sleep deprived, due to my body deciding that it doesn't need to fall asleep until after mid night. He's 3 feet tall!!! He was 19 inches at birth. He's grown 17 inches since he was born. My goodness! I suppose I would be a bit grouchy too if I had grown 17 inches in the last 2 1/2 years. Holy crow!!

He was really excited about measuring his legs, arms, and head. And of course...we HAD to measure his ears and nose! He's such a smart boy!

5:30am? Hah! Fail.

So Jayme has been sleeping through the night pretty consistently. She goes down about 8 or 9 and gets up at 5:30, eats and then sleeps until we leave for the office at 7:30. It's so nice. I get to spend some time with her, while Isaiah is still occupied with sleep, and then get ready for my day uninterrupted. That makes it so I can focus on Isaiah solely instead of while trying to put mascara on. Hah! Not this morning...No ma'am.

Jayme pretty much passed out at 7 last night. She had a bottle but only ate about half her usual dinner. I heard her start fussing glanced at the clock and popped out of bed ready to face the day. I could swear the clock said 5:30am. I fed her the usual 5 ounce bottle, talked to her for a bit, wrapped her back up and put her back to bed.

I hopped on my computer to check e-mail and what not before the boys woke up. The little clock on the corner of my screen said 12:55pm! WHAT?!?! I'm dressed, have my make-up on and was getting ready to start breakfast. Oy! So...I crawled back into bed. That didn't really go over well. My body was sure it was time to be up.

Lucky for me the babies both were awake by 5:30. It's a darn good thing my make-up was already on. There was NO way I would have gotten around to that this morning. Jayme wanted FOOD! Not her bottle...she made that very clear. I fed her applesauce while juggling Isaiah's acrobatic cereal eating. Oh my goodness! Complete morning work out: Check.

In other news: Isaiah went to get his shoes and ran back to the living room...he tripped over air again (yes, he's my child) and landed face first, much to his dismay. Isaiah's face + Kitchen floor = fat bloody lip. He's a trooper though. I didn't even realize his lip was busted until he took a drink of my water and left blood on the cup. Poor thing.

So needless to say; I need some coffee...

That boy!

My sleep schedule has been a bit screwy lately, so here goes an attempt to keep me up past 8:30. And Go!

Isaiah has been rather out of the ordinary today. Aside from the usual flipping Jayme over when she's laying on her belly, he's been quite vocal, and ornery. For some time now, he was been super cranky...just because he can, and that's what gets him the most attention. I dubbed a wooded chair we have in the office at the Cranky Chair. I told him that whenever he gets upset he has to sit in the Cranky Chair. He sat there for about 2 minutes crying and glaring at me before he realized that it wasn't all that great. He's been a happy toddler ever since.

Before lunch he decided he needed Esther. "Desther!!!!!" he yelled up the stairs. Esther asked him what he wanted. He replied with "I neeeeed you!!!" It was soooo cute! Man...I can get enough of that little boy.

Nap time rolled around. He whispers "Moooom. Thirsty!" So I gave him some water. He then tried to show me he had poop in his pants. His pants were empty. Then he decided it would be cool to start chucking things down the stairs. I threatened him with fore mentioned 'cranky-chair' and he finally gave in.

Three hours later I glance over to find him playing with his toes. He didn't wake up cranky = Success full nap time!

My dearest Jayme

You're four and a half months old now. You are more stunning than any baby I've ever seen. It's almost painful. You're growing so fast it's simply heart shattering. I can't think of another phrase to describe it. Your smile lights up my mornings...and quite frankly, every other part of my day. Your cries break my heart, but there's nothing in this world compared to making you feel all better.

Another thing that's broken my heart: You've weened yourself from 'mommy juice'. I miss it dearly. I would almost want to HAVE to ween you later on. But it's okay...really. It gives me a chance to 'let' daddy give you those rare midnight feedings. You sleep through the night nearly every night now. Thank you.

According to just about everyone that sees you, your blue eyes are going to get you into trouble. I'm pretty sure I can wait for that though.

Your big brother is insistent on not letting you lay on your tummy. He gives me and daddy dirty looks, sighs, and then proceeds to flip you over. Maybe that's why you haven't learned to roll over yet. It's rather adorable how he watches out for you. Do me a huge favor and don't be too mean to him while you're growing up.

You're eating baby food now. Usually 3-5 ounces at each sitting. Little chubbins!! You light up my lfe. Oh, how I love you.