Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
SORRY!
First off, let me say, I am so sorry I haven't posted in like 30 days! Terrible, I know, but I can explain.
Bret and I decided we would begin the process to sell our house and move on to a bigger home. We are looking for a place to raise the boys for the next 20 or so years. And of course, we found a place we really really like, but we can't do anything until we sell our house. So, we have to get our house on the market as soon as possible to even have a chance at the "new" house. For the past month, all I have been doing is painting and cleaning out our house to get it on the market, all in the midst of being 35 - 39 weeks preggo. Fun stuff. Every wall in our house has been painted except for our bedroom. We are finally finished, and our house goes on the market Monday, 4/11.
The pictures of our house were taken yesterday afternoon, and our neighbor walked over and talked with the photographer and asked if our house was for sale. Later that afternoon, the neighbor came over and told me that his nephew may be interested in our house. How awesome would that be?!?!? We are keeping our fingers crossed!
I will post our listing, when it's ready, so you all can see it, if you like.
Bret and I decided we would begin the process to sell our house and move on to a bigger home. We are looking for a place to raise the boys for the next 20 or so years. And of course, we found a place we really really like, but we can't do anything until we sell our house. So, we have to get our house on the market as soon as possible to even have a chance at the "new" house. For the past month, all I have been doing is painting and cleaning out our house to get it on the market, all in the midst of being 35 - 39 weeks preggo. Fun stuff. Every wall in our house has been painted except for our bedroom. We are finally finished, and our house goes on the market Monday, 4/11.
The pictures of our house were taken yesterday afternoon, and our neighbor walked over and talked with the photographer and asked if our house was for sale. Later that afternoon, the neighbor came over and told me that his nephew may be interested in our house. How awesome would that be?!?!? We are keeping our fingers crossed!
I will post our listing, when it's ready, so you all can see it, if you like.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
18 Months Old
18 Month Stats:
26 lb 13 oz - 65%
35" Long - 97%
Head 19.75 - 95%
Lane basically didn't grow in the last two months, doc wasn't concerned because he is still following the "curve". Lanner's left hand is smaller than his right hand. This has been the case since he was born. I noticed it when he was about 1 month old and the doctor has been keeping an eye on it. Both hands continue to grow at the same pace, so the left is staying a bit smaller but is still growing. His left pointer finger is also curved. Lane can use both hands very well, so Bret and I are not concerned. However, today at Lane's appointment the doctor wanted to get an x-ray of both hands to keep a better eye on things
Lane is doing perfect, and the doctor commented on how well he speaks for his age.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
To My Son, Lane
I am truly going to miss the days of you and me. Just the two of us, no interuptions. I love you with all my heart, my first baby, my first son. I know how lucky I am to have you. You are a true blessing in our life.
A poem that sums it up:
LOVING TWO
I walk along holding your year and a half old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder, how could I love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch as the pain you feel at having to share me as you have never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me" and I hear myself telling you in mine "I can't".
Knowing in fact that I never can again.
You cry, I cry with you.
I almost see the baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never have again.
But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just us two.
There are new times -- only now we are three.
I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you, as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you, only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love you both and I thank you both for blessing my life.
---Author Unknown
A poem that sums it up:
LOVING TWO
I walk along holding your year and a half old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder, how could I love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch as the pain you feel at having to share me as you have never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me" and I hear myself telling you in mine "I can't".
Knowing in fact that I never can again.
You cry, I cry with you.
I almost see the baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never have again.
But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just us two.
There are new times -- only now we are three.
I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you, as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you, only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love you both and I thank you both for blessing my life.
---Author Unknown
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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