THe Stuff (Urban) Legends Are Made Of

Four years ago yesterday, a friend of mine from work was leaving to start a new life in Hawaii. A bunch of us from work took her out for lunch at a local restaurant called Trio. There is an Urban Legend regarding this restaurant. It seems many very pregnant women have claimed that they have gone to the resaurant, eaten a certain dish and had their baby the next day. Right?!

Four years ago yesterday, I was 1 week away from my due date for my Littlest. I was strongly urged by my friends to have that certain dish. I refrained. I didn't want to tempt fate. My mom wasn't going to be here for 3 days. I needed her here for Littlest's birth. I had something else for lunch.

Later that night my husband was at work and I put Oldest to bed. I wasn't feeling well. Was I in labor? Not possible. I had had a doctors appoinment that morning and the doctor said see you next week. There was no way this baby was coming.

As the evening progressed, I knew that there was no stopping this kid. He had a mind of his own and was ready to enter this world. I looked at the clock, it was 10:30 pm. I called my dear friend Mo, who was my back-up to stay with my Oldest if in fact Littlest came before my mom arrived. She came right over.

What time was it now, 11:31. Oh good, deadline has passed. (Such a good journalists spouse I am, always concerned about deadline.) I called my husband and asked him to come home, we were having a baby.

I remember kissing my Oldest good-bye and crying. Sad and Happy at the same time.

We went to the hospital. About 6 hours later at 6:40 am Friday May 19, 2006 my littlest entered our world. I love you with every ounce of my being. Happy 4th Birthday!

You are the stuff (urban) legands are made of.

XO

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Happiness

Birds are chirping.
Snow has melted.
Spending morning with my littlest at school.
Happiness.

Spring?

Two days ago we raked out the flower beds in the front yard because the tulips, crocuses and daffodils are poking through.

Today, we are having a snow storm. It feels like a spring snow storm. Heavy, wet snow that clings to the tree limbs. I love them. The snow never lasts long on the ground. High temps for the week are supposed to be around 50 so we probably won't need to shovel.

It sure is pretty!

band-aid

Some days are easier than others.

I’m a problem-solver. As a wife, mother and employee that’s what I am. People come to me and expect me to figure out a way to make something, anything, everything work. Rarely am I asked how I am. Wanna go for lunch, or coffee or a walk around the block? Not likely. I’m often forgotten until you need something fixed or someone to help you figure out how to make whatever work. Just knock on my door, I’m the fixer.

I’m not trying to sound like a complainer, because most of the time I’m not. Wag more, bark less. I try to live by that motto. But like I said, some days are easier than others.

My kids always ask for a band-aid when they get hurt. Blood is not necessary. We have a vast collection of band-aids. Scooby-doo and Curious George are current favorites. Band-aids make it all better.

Yesterday morning, my oldest gave me very long hug. It was what I needed at that moment. As he clung to me, his arms around my neck, he looked up at me and said, “Mom, I’m a band-aid.” I laughed. But he couldn’t have been more right on. My kids and my husband are my band-aid. They make it all better.

~Peace

Three Little Birds

My littlest is a challenge. Stubborn and smart is a dangerous combination in a 3 year-old. He also has a speech delay and gets frustrated easily when people don’t understand him or don’t have the patience to understand him. He is in speech therapy and while it costs us a fortune because the health insurance doesn’t recognize it as medical problem, I know the financial sacrifices we are making are worth it for his confidence.

At school he gets shy and struggles speaking in a group. We know that the social setting is so important for him to learn and grow, but it is hard for me as his mom. I spend the time he is at school wondering how he is doing, is he being understood, is he making friends. His teacher is incredibly supportive and I feel lucky to have her in our lives. He’s making improvements. We need to get him socially ready for kindergarten. Academically he is more than ready. Like a said, he’s smart.

But at home, it’s a different story. He talks a lot. He also loves to sing and we encourage it. His new favorite song is Three Little Birds by Bob Marley and the Wailers. He knows every word and melody. I love listening to his little voice sing “Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. ‘Cuz every little thing is gonna be all right.”

My husband calls it his anthem. I gotta remember that.

~This is my message to you-oo- oo

6 Years Ago

I waited all day for you to start. I was ready. Late that night, well late for me, we left to begin the journey to meet you. I grabbed my bag and headed out into the cold December night. There was an overwhelming feeling of excitement and fear. What did you look like? Would you like me? We arrived at the place and they gave me a room. They tried to make me comfortable. They told me to get some sleep. You wouldn’t get there for a while yet.

I didn’t sleep. I wasn’t comfortable. Hurry up! I’ve been waiting so long to meet you. I’ve known your name for years. I’ve dreamed of what you looked like. I need to see you, touch you, smell you, kiss you.

Daylight broke and you were truly on your way. No turning back now. But, we were still hours away. Finally the urge came and I knew you were close. I worked so hard for you to get here. I was exhausted.

Then, there you were. So much dark curly hair on you head. Very tall and big. I held you in my arms and knew that I would love you forever. You were my baby. You were perfect. I will fight for you and with you for the rest of my life.

Happy Birthday to my Oldest.