Craziness

Okay not sure where time is going...seriously how many times have you heard that time flies when u have kids?! It's proving to be true... Tonight I caught a glimpse into future as I watched Hannah and Caroline play. As Hannah went upstairs to get something, Caroline cried and started to climb after. They have this bond already that makes me amazed and happy at same time. As Hannah came back down, Caroline clapped and happily walked over to her sister to resume play and whatever else. This Tuesday Tim and I will celebrate 8 years of marriage...wow again. We went out to dinner this weekend and it was nice to just be us for a moment. It's funny how much I love him him and that much more than when we first were married. I wouldn't change anything bc the life we lead is what defines us...

Time isn't endless...BUT...

How many times do we all say "where has the time gone??" And then we stop and realize it's just past us by and the year is almost over with. As I sit and write this, I think about that...It's October 11, 2011 and I literally am shocked that Halloween is in two plus weeks and then the crazy holiday season begins. Again. Tonight I sat and watched Hannah play with her Leapfrog...her Leapfrog! She was learning how to read simple words and pronunciation of them...really?!? It seems like just yesterday she was where Caroline is and learning how to walk (or run as seems to be the case...). And Caroline...my Sweet little Caroline. My baby. She is walking around everything. Saying simple words and loves baby dolls. Again, I think it seems like just yesterday she was born...but that first year has come and gone. This weekend also marked a milestone: 15 years ago I met Tim at our now hometown's annual festival in 1996. As I sat and watched the parade with my girls I thought back to that same day 15 years ago where I met a lanky engineering student with a wonderful smile and funny personality. And a cute tush too =) There was something about him that I liked and felt natural about it. And fast forward again and we've been married almost 8 years and have two daughters. All of it has made me realize that time isn't endless and it won't standstill no matter how hard we try. BUT life is what we make of it and those moments we have are the memories we take with us and reminisce about as time goes by. We remember through stories, through pictures and by timing going by....

Caroline at birth September 27, 2010

Caroline in VA Beach, VA September 2011

Caroline in September 2011

Hannah in September 2011

Hannah when she was 1 day old February 13, 2008

 

 

Tim and I circa 2011

 

Where to begin?!

Life...it is a journey! A lot has happened since my last post! Caroline is officially a one year old and Hannah is, well, chatting and independent as always. So....may be not much HAS passed???? LOL! In early September we went on vacation as a family a four plus my mom (Gramma Dianne). We traveled the 12+ hours to Virginia Beach, VA and it was WONDERFUL! VB is an incredibly family friendly place and I couldn't have asked for anything more. It turns out that Hannah loves the ocean and making sand surprises while Caroline likes to simply eat the sand and drink the salt water! And I loved every minute of it...even the part where I was washing out Caroline's mouth and eyes after ingesting sand and salt H2O @ once. Yup, the girl couldn't get enough of either... Now, let's fast forward to end of September and Caroline is 1. Wow, is all I have to say. It has been an incredible year full of ups and downs but, in the end, I wouldn't want it any other way. She is my baby girl and I feel incredibly blessed to have her. It hasn't been easy with two....I was foolish to think otherwise =) BUT in the end life has worked out just the way it was supposed to... And now we look to Halloween 2011 and I can't wait. Hannah plans to be either Snow White or the Little Mermaid (depends on the day) while Caroline will be my little Chicken, the same costume H wore in at her age. How fun it'll be!!!

Determined Caroline...

In one month Caroline will be one year old...and I think she is starting to break out of her shy and laid back stage. Yup, I may have another defiant one on my hands!

She hears the word NO often but her response usually is: stop for a second, look at me, whine a bit and then proceed on the course she has set out...with a determined look and a forceful crawl. As if she's telling herself "Nothing will stop be in getting up the stairs or to those wires!" LOL!

Of course she not only has me telling her NO but Hannah as well. In fact, it's funny to me how often I hear Hannah tell her sister NO when Caroline is on "Hannah's blankets" or "Hannah's toys" or "Hannah's pillow pet"....I hear "That's mine Caroline!" regularly.

But I wouldn't change it for the world b/c I know it's when I DON'T hear any noise that they're truly up to something...and that can be the scary part!

Bob Evans Round 2 and last...

I can't believe I decided to try Bob Evans by myself with a three year old and 10 month AGAIN. But, call it what you will, I did. And I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN. In fact, I left one of my best friend's a message tonight telling her to knock some sense into me if I ever mention trying to take the two girls out to dinner. Alone. Over the next year. Sigh.

It started with such promise. We arrived. The hostess seated us right away and took our order. I thought, "Wow, this is great. Fast service and the girls will be fine." Not so fast. Caroline's applesauce arrives as do biscuits...again, nice and prompt. That's where it all started to go SOUTH...

You see the waitress comes back with the girls food (pancakes) and says "Some other server took your salad by mistake for another customer so they have to remake it for you." Fine, not a problem. In fact, I thought it was probably better if it arrived a few minutes later b/c I could get Caroline and Hannah settled with food in front of them.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Waiting....15 minutes later still no salad. Now, you might ask what kind of salad did I order. It wasn't a fancy salad, rather a plain ol' wild fire chicken salad.... But apparently it was a bit too much for the restaurant to handle.

So, off I motion to the manager and told him to cancel my order as my children were done eating and it was time to leave. He proceeded to apologize and offered the salad as take out at no charge. I think he saw the semi-wild look in my eye (again) as Hannah and Caroline were both getting restless.

The salad-to-go came, I threw a tip down, paid for their dinner and raced to the car...all in time for Hannah to decide to throw a tantrum about not getting ice cream and Caroline to have a melt down b/c she was tired.

Just another day in the life. =/

Cedar Point for the first time...

Yesterday was Hannah's first time ever at Cedar Point. In truth, it was just okay...for she and I. I think she was a bit overwhelmed by it all and didn't much take to the rides. In fact, she preferred to watch others ride then get on anything herself.

In total she rode five rides...well, actually, she rode one twice so really it was just four separate rides. And her favorite, which coincidentally happened to be the one she rode twice, was Snoopy's choo-choo train. Yup, that's right: it was her favorite. When I asked her why she liked that one "the best" she responded, "Because it was slow mommy."

LOL! My oldest might not be a roller coaster fan after all but it doesn't matter. I enjoyed the experience with her and was able to witness Cedar Point through a three-year-old's eyes. And that was more than worth the cost of admission!

Hannah on her 1st ride, the Merry Go Round! She opted to sit on the bench during the ride and wanted no part of any of the actual horses! LOL!!

It doesn't show here really, but Hannah pretty much cried the entire time during this ride. And screamed that she wanted to get off... =)

Family...

This weekend all of my sisters and their families are together...in one location again. It feels great to have all four of us and my mom together again. In fact, it's fun! It's also chaotic too but I wouldn't want it any other way. Hannah and Caroline both are enjoying their time with the cousins and I love to watch how they interact with everyone. Hannah is constantly running around and Caroline is just smiling and laughing at all the activity.

I am thankful for all of it. As I looked around this evening and watching everyone laugh, talk and just have a good time, I couldn't help but wonder what my dad would think. I know he is looking down on all of us tonight and smiling. He's smiling at the memories he has and watching the memories being made. AND he's witnessing the women his daughters have become. For that I am thankful. Doesn't make me miss him any less but I know he is part of all that we do, even if it's from Heaven. =)

These images are of my mom and dad circa 1960s!! The left is on their wedding day, June 6, 1964! And the left is of them dating in late 1963. Thank you Mom and Dad!!

The crawler and her big sister...

Caroline is now crawling as of this evening...it has been an exciting night in the homestead much to Hannah's dismay! Hannah is realizing quickly that Caroline can now get her toys and that means no "Hannah toy" is safe from Caroline. I've heard plenty of no's coming from Hannah tonight as she attempts to block and move books and dolls. Only now Caroline is going after them again and again. Tim and I just laugh b/c we know this is the beginning and I suspect we have many years of this ahead. Of course Hannah could surprise us and begin to share readily but I'm going to bet otherwise...or she'll share some things but her favorite toys, well, that's going to be another issue.

Let the next journey begin!

One mommy and two daughters dinner out...round 2

So, I decided to be brave last night and take the girls out again to dinner. By. Myself. Yes, that's right...I was nuts again. Only this time I knew better than to go to a sitdown restaurant (even one like Bob Evans!)! We went to Wendy's. =) And it was a good experience where Hannah sat in her chair and Caroline sat in a high chair.

Some observations though as I watched people come and go...every single one of them looked at me and their eyes got slightly big when they saw me and my two young ones. And then they smiled. I am certain they still thought I was nuts but then when they saw how cute Hannah and Caroline were (and they really were!!) the folks decided to smile...probably more and them than me but still.

I think for the not to distant future Wendy's, Subway, etc...will be my "restaurant" of choice with the two unless Tim is with me. Or unless I'm feeling wild and crazy again and want to try a sitdown restaurant. Bob Evans...I'll be back!

3 going on 13...

Hannah...ah, Hannah. I've said before how I love that she is independent and it will serve her well in the future. But tonight was one of those nights that didn't serve her well, nor me for that matter. The girl knows how to press buttons and I truly believe looks for ways (ALREADY) to do just that.

It was really a fine evening for the family. All of us hanging out in the living room playing, reading and watching a little Dora. In fact, I was actually thinking how much we needed this night of relaxation and family togetherness. And it lasted right up until Hannah's bedtime at 9 p.m. Then the defiant, saying NO loving girl came out. I didn't see it coming. In fact, I think it came out of nowhere...truly!

Her body became a pile of mush on the floor where I had to carry her upstairs only to be met with screams and "no to bed mommy!" I tried the "time out in bed" routine and even went so far as the "threatening to take blankets away" approach. Nothing worked. So, I simply shut the door and let her cry it out, all while praying she didn't wake her sister in the next room.

Thankfully, Hannah is now silent and Caroline is still asleep. All of these moments with Hannah lead me to wonder what the teen years will be like. If I have curly hair left after that, it'll be a miracle!

Northern Michigan and beyond!

At long last this week Tim, Hannah, Caroline and I took a much needed break. We went up North with Tim's family and had an amazing, laid back time. Hannah learned how to swim and by Tuesday she was jumping into the deep end (with her puddle jumper on!)! And cried when she had to get out even though she was beyond tired. Caroline discovered the pool too as she sat in her little baby boat and laughed happily at all that was around her.

It was also the first time we went somewhere for more than one night as a family of four...and not gonna lie: our car looked like we were going to be gone a month rather than just four nights! LOL! I was proud of myself for packing the way I did but at the same time I'm amazed at how much stuff we had to bring. From the pack n play to toys to double stroller to clothes, etc...even Hannah said "we sure have a lot of stuff mommy!" And she be right...=)

And it made me realize that a minivan was the next car purchase. As sad as I am to write this b/c I NEVER thought I'd be driving one...the truth is, you can't be the space! Sigh...can't believe I"m writing that a minivan will be our next vehicle...but I'm actually kinda excited about it. The space!

Daughters....

It's funny but I never expected Caroline to be a momma's girl. Yes, I know, that sounds silly to say but it's true. For some reason, I always thought Caroline would be closer to Tim then me and be "Daddy's Girl"...there are various reasons for that which will be explained in the future...

Alas, that is not that case. She is all about momma and gets very excited when I enter the room and cries when I leave. It melts my heart and I love it! And, I will admit, she has me wrapped. She cries and I'm there. She puts up her arms and I'm there. She laughs at something I do and I'm there. You get the picture...

Let's not forget Hannah though who is the quintessential momma's girl too. I love to hear her say, "I love you mom." And her excitement when I come home. HOWEVER, she loves to hang out with Daddy too. In fact, I may put her to bed but it's Daddy who has the last "Goodnight" and that melts my heart too.

I remember asking my Dad long ago did he regret having four girls and his response: "Not for a second. All of you are unique and I love you each for who you are." And I couldn't agree more...more specifically, I think Tim couldn't agree more.

Discovering pets...

Tomorrow Caroline will be officially 8 months old and I truly can't believe it! In four short months we'll be celebrating her one year birthday. Where has the time gone?! She's doing all sorts of new things from rolling constantly to scooting/army crawling to laughing to teething to discovering Felix and Ethel exist. Yes, that last part is really quite amusing.

Until recently Caroline didn't know Felix existed even when he would walk right by her. However, it's now an entirely different story. Whenever Felix is even in the room Caroline notices, squeals and tries to grab him. Most of the time he isn't close enough for her to touch but on the rare occasion he is, it's funny and precious to see them interact.

I've often said Felix is like a dog and around Caroline he is that. When she can reach out to him, he merely rolls onto his back hoping for a little belly rub, no matter what form that takes. She happily obliges but it's more of a pat and pull of the fur. But to Felix, it makes no difference b/c there's another person in the house paying attention to him and that's all he needs...

Farming...

I'm a farmer's wife. There I admitted it...yup, I know about soybeans, corn, winter wheat, John Deere and all that good stuff. I didn't start out that way...in fact, never pictured myself on a farm. At all. But low and behold, I met an engineering student in college who I fell in love with and POOF we now live on a little farm.

Okay, so I don't have animals in the barn but I do have tractors big and small, not to mention all the "extra" equipment that comes with it... sigh. Hannah, who's three, will be in 4-H soon (or so I'm told) and I'm sure animal raising is in our immediate future.

Here's the surprising thing: I actually like my little farm. But shh..don't tell Tim b/c he may just want to buy more land, and, well, I'm not up for that. Just yet!

"You know you love me!"

Hannah, dear sweet, Hannah....she may look like her father but she is all me in personality! This weekend was no exception. You see Hannah is willful...and knows it. She loves to push the envelope to see how far she can take it. BUT does it with such manners that you sorta start to question yourself as to whether you're too hard on her. But, alas as her mom, I recognize that it's just her being her and no, I need to be firm!

Her favorite phrases when she gets caught doing something she shouldn't OR, better yet, when something happens that shouldn't...."It's an accident. It happens." AND "You know you love me mom!" I'll admit, she usually has a point with both phrases...but there are still lessons for her to learn and I make sure I point them out.

Case in point: Hannah decided to play with her markers, upstairs and in her room. I didn't see her take them up there (we have a rule that she's only to play with them in the office or kitchen due to the ease of cleaning the floors!)...in fact, I think I was feeding Caroline at the time, hence, was distracted. After a few minutes of silence, I head up to investigate. And there is Hannah playing with her markers and paper in her room. Looks innocent enough at first. Then as I peer closer I see she is covered in marker as is a portion of the new carpet in her room.

One can guess what followed out of my mouth. But out of Hannah's: "Mommy, it was an accident. It's okay. It happens." And then "You know you love me mommy!!" Thank goodness she's cute... =)

Two girls and a mommy out to dinner...

I remembered the Serenity Prayer in detail tonight as I attempted to take Hannah and Caroline out to dinner. For the first time. By myself. At a sit down restaurant. Yes, that's right...I'm insane. To be fair it was Bob Evans and normally they're pretty quick. But tonight was one of those off nights and we ended up taking the food home b/c Hannah was two seconds away from a total meltdown. I thought fast and made it out relatively unscathed but it wasn't pretty and I probably had the wild "what the hell am I doing?" look all across my face.

It started out well with Hannah sitting in her seat eating yogurt while Caroline sat in the high chair happily looking around and eating baby food. As I watched both of them, I thought "Wow, look at me I'm having dinner out with my girls!" INSERT LAUGHTER HERE...

And it was like that for awhile until Hannah decided she had to go to the potty over and over again AND that she was done sitting. I had hope (still) when the food arrived b/c the pancakes intrigued her with their smiley faces made out of whipped cream. BUT then...

"I don't like whipped cream mommy!" came from her mouth and at that moment I knew a meltdown was inevitable. You see Hannah loves whipped cream and would eat it by the spoonfuls if I let her...

So, I swooped Caroline up into the carrier, motioned for the waitress, boxed up the food and tried to pay the bill as quickly as possible. Alas, Hannah managed a mini meltdown b/f we left as she spilled her cup of milk all over the floor...but the people at Bob Evans just smiled and said don't worry. I think their smile was one of sympathy...and I thank them for it.

I'll try again...someday.

Doing nothing...

Today, I choose to spend it with just Hannah and Caroline. I could have cleaned, done laundry and made dinner for tonight. BUT instead I woke up this morning and decided none of that mattered...Tim had work to do outside so that meant I was on my own with my two daughters. It was magical. I can't remember the last time I spent the day so simply. Hannah, Caroline and I watched t.v., played outside, napped together and etc... Now, Hannah also spent part of the day with Tim as he did his chores outside...she does like to follow her daddy around while he works the farm. And that was cute to witness.

I'll admit as I sit here tonight and look around at all I need to do, I wave of guilt passed over me. BUT when I put Hannah down tonight, she exclaimed "Today was a good day mom!" and that was all I needed to hear. The guilt went away and all I am left with is happiness and memories...I was able to enjoy the moment and to me that is priceless!

Blessings...

Today is Easter and to anyone reading this HAPPY EASTER! Today, I experienced something new: seeing my three year old become excited over what the Easter Bunny brought her.  Up until this point she was on the cusp of "getting it" but today she "got it" and was eager to go home after church this morning to look for her basket full of goodies.  Only this year the "Easter Bunny" went a little overboard...yes, that's right I went crazy.  I promised myself from the minute Hannah was born that my kids would get presents at the holidays in moderation.  AND up until this Easter, I stood by that...but something inside of me became excited too as I bought items and before I knew it Hannah had a basketful of presents and three other larger items as well.  HOWEVER, I couldn't resist given the sale/clearance price tags and knowing the look on her face=) And to see the bright eyes and hear the "WOWs" come from Hannah made it worth it...

Caroline had a simple Easter this year as she's still too young for most things but I did find some fun Sesame Street soft books that she readily put in her mouth as soon as she spotted them...LOL!

All of this leads me to tonight when Tim asked if I had a good Easter...My answer: It was the best Easter in a long time.  My kids and my family mean more to me then anything and to see the happiness on Hannah's and Caroline's faces were what mattered. As Hannah was saying her prayers tonight, I added a silent one in that I thanked God for all that I have and for the wonderful family and friends I am blessed with....

Milestones...

By the title one might expect something to do with Caroline or Hannah...but not so much tonight.  It's about me...yes, that's right me: the mother, wife, p.r. professional, friend, sister and all that's in between.  I accomplished two amazing things last week:  I became accredited in public relations and I ran my very first EVER 5K.  Some might say I was crazy to do both in the same week...and they would be right.  However, I did it.

I've overcome a lot in my life and couldn't be more honored and humbled by these two recent accomplishments.  You see, I was never the most popular or the best at really anything.  I was just me trying to carve out a piece of life for myself.  I worked hard, overcame a lot of negatives and finally found myself, my life and what happiness means to me.  That's not to say I'm not a work in progress or don't make mistakes b/c I am and I do.  BUT I am who I am and I accept that....finally. And am really happy!

So for that I am thankful.  I am excited to see where my journey leads next but for now I'm going to relish in becoming APR and running my first 5K.  Who knows maybe a master's degree and a 1/2 marathon is in my future...just maybe...

Shoes

It goes without saying that for most women shoes are a wonderful accessory.  I am no exception. I love shoes. In fact, I love shoes and handbags more so than jewelry.  Well, that is, except for diamonds! Those really are a girls BEST friend!!! =)

Back to shoes...I think I'm passing along my love for shoes to Hannah and even perhaps to Caroline.  Hannah recently went through a growth spurt and most of her shoes no longer fit.  So, as I was checking out Children's Place online, I found some ADORABLE shoes for both Hannah and Caroline.  And tonight they arrived in the mail.  Hannah exclaimed "I love them mommy!!" as she happily went and tried hers on...Then came back and ask why she didn't have sandals like Caroline.  I tried to explain the store didn't have those sandals in her size, but to a three year old, that doesn't really resonate.  So, in the end I told her we'd go shopping this week for a pair of sandals.  Her response? "I would like three pairs mommy."  Ahhh...another shoe lover in the making!!

Hannah and Caroline's new shoes!!

Phrases

I used to think I needed to just watch my use of certain vocabulary words around Hannah but I've now realized that the list is expanding.  For those of you who are friends with my on Facebook know that this week Hannah used the word "Jesus" in a way I didn't expect her to...I couldn't yell at her b/c she was only repeating what I say. BIG Sigh.  I talked with her about what Jesus means and how we use his name and I think she understood to a point but I realized that in order for her to completely understood I need to be an example.  That's not as easy as it sounds...

Fast forward to last night when Hannah, coming into our bed b/c she couldn't sleep, says: "You know you love me mom!" I don't recall ever really using that phrase nor do I think Tim uses it...but she picked it up from somewhere and in many ways it melted my heart.  It was adorable and funny how she said it but I noted to myself that above all I never want her to ever doubt that. So my response to her was "I love you with all my heart Hannah and always will."

I suspect I'll be correcting myself and her for awhile with words used but we'll get there eventually...perhaps.

My Overwhelming Life...

As someone with a lot on her plate, I often pride myself in being able to handle all that life throws at me.  With a demanding career, two kids and all that life is, I am usually relatively upbeat and try to take it all in stride.  But even I'll admit that I've taken on a lot right now.  You see this coming week brings two firsts for me: my Accreditation in Public Relations (APR) exam AND running my first 5K.  To many it may not seem like a lot but to me that coupled with the day to day is causing me to feel overwhelmed.

Having my APR is something I've wanted to do for a long time...it supports my profession and provides me with another opportunity to learn and grow in public relations.  I'll be honest, I love my career.  Sure, it's crazy busy and I often have too much on my plate BUT I wouldn't change what I decided to do for anything.  When I was at BGSU, for the first three years there I thought I was going to be a newspaper reporter.  I saw myself as the next Diane Sawyer of the newspaper world...well, maybe not quite but you get where I'm going... Then my heart changed, and I realized news reporter wasn't for me...So what was then?  Thankfully I had an opportunity at BGSU's Continuing Education Program and the rest, as they say, is history... Fast forward 12 years from that part time job and I'm about ready to elevate my career to the next level...I hope. I believe in public relations and the important role it plays in the business environment and couldn't be more proud to call myself a p.r. professional.

And then there's the 5K....what can I say other than it's another challenge?! I discovered running three years ago and haven't looked back.  I suppose I should say I'm more of a jogger than a "runner" but whatever you label me I love it! I'll admit when I first hit the pavement, I'm in a little bit of dread but then the mind starts to clear and I feel the tension and whatever else is bothering me start to fade.... When those miles are over with, I feel accomplished and ready to tackle whatever is next.

BUT I never expected to run a 5K...that is until a good friend of ours was diagnosed with cancer and began training for a marathon following his surgery.  I thought to myself if Ben can overcome that obstacle then I most certainly can support him by running three miles.  And so it is....but I'm not only running for Ben but also another friend named Joe who is going through his own health issues.  They are both incredibly strong! And last but not least I am running for me and to show my inner self that yes, I can do this! So for all three of us, I'll be running the Glass City 5K next weekend!

More to come but as any woman can attest, life is never easy, simple or calm....but I'm not sure I'd have it any other way ;)

A girl and her underwear...

Yes, the title may be odd...weird in fact.  BUT it means something to Hannah.  Yup, Hannah and her underwear are in love.  Or should I say Hannah is in love with her underwear.  LOL! Every morning she faithfully lays all her underwear out on the floor and picks out the one she wants to wear for the day.  And whenever I wash them, she thanks me and her eyes become bright for it means she has more to choose from the next day.  Case in point, a few pictures below...Thankfully she does have lots to choose from, including the Disney Princesses, Tinker Bell and Friends as well as fun hearts, flowers and stripes with bows on them.  Got to love three year olds and what makes them happy at this point for I know it will not always be this simple.

Sisters

When I was pregnant with Caroline and didn't yet know if she was a boy or a girl, I often thought it would be nice to have another girl so Hannah would have a sister. That's not to say I wished for a girl b/c I didn't, but I did think about the bond between sisters and what that means.

I have three sisters myself and I'm not sure what I would do without them. We've had our share of fights, not speaking moments and plenty of disagreements to go around.  BUT we also have our marathon chats, shopping trips, family get together where we laugh and sip wine and I have their unconditional support among everything else.  Sure they'll give me the truth if an outfit doesn't look good and hardly anything is secret around us...if you tell one sister, chances are as soon as she hangs up with you she's on the phone with the other sister telling her =)

I wouldn't trade it for anything though because without them my life would not be complete.  And as I watched my own girls tonight I saw that bond already as I caught them both laughing, at the same time, at each other about something they only know...and inside and out I smiled.

Okay, so Caroline doesn't looked thrilled here but it could be she's falling over and not exactly a comfy position!

In sickness and health...

I often don't write about my husband, Tim.  I reference him from time to time but I don't really write about him so I decided this was a day to do that. (I'm sure he's thrilled...)

This week, we had enough sickness to go around.  He was sick Sunday night with "God only knows what" type of stomach ailment.  So, I took care of the girls, him and all my other chores that evening.  Fast forward 24 hours and I was the one on the couch...and it was his turn to take care of the girls, me and his chores.  Only the girls didn't want Daddy.  No matter how much he tried.  Caroline was the first to cry as he attempted to feed her...the consistency of her rice cereal and the tempature of her green beans were not what she was used to...so, as any six month old would do, she began to fuss and cry.  All while I attempted to lay on the couch with Vick's on my chest and nose... =) 

Then I heard Hannah start to whine about wanting her pajamas on and going to bed...clearly, the house was no longer under control and I heard Tim's voice begin to waiver. I had two choices at that moment: either ignore them and lie on the couch as best I could OR interject, get the situation under control and then go to bed.

Yup, I chose the latter and I think everyone was glad I did.  Of course my ailment turned into a down-n-out cold that rendered me on the couch for the last three days...and in this time Tim's figured it out more and more where Caroline will now take food from him and Hannah will actually let him tuck her into bed...all without crying.

Thanks to my hubby for taking care of his girls this week!

"Or Else..."

So I became a parent this week "officially".  Okay, I've been a parent for the last three years but this week I used the phrase my parents used...the dreaded "or else..."  It's funny but growing up I remember my mom using that phrase with us and it being followed by something she was going to take away.  As I think back I remember a few things taken away but most of the time she said it just to get our attention...and it usually worked! Up until this week, I would laugh thinking about that and thought "who would use that phrase b/c it really doesn't mean anything..." Well, guess what? I did...this week. With Hannah. Just to get her attention!

She was in one of her three year old moods one morning and it was time to leave.  She sat down in the upstairs hallway and decided to whine and yell "Nooooo! I don't want to go to school.  I want my gramma!!" I didn't have time for this nor was I in the greatest of moods myself  to deal with...so, my response? "Hannah stop whining and get downstairs now or else you will never see your gramma again!" She stopped and with mild fear in her eyes said, "Okay." And off we went. 

Perhaps my mom and dad were right...afterall!

Funerals, showing and memories

We experienced something "new" this week..two funerals in three days.  I'm guessing there really isn't anyone out there who will say they like funerals...myself included.  I like to pay my respects and attend a funeral mass or prayer service, however, sitting around and talking while there is a dead person in the room, is just not something I'm comfortable with at all.  They say that funerals are for the living not the dead, well, let me write here and now: I'd rather people celebrate my life with a fantastic party at one of my favorite restaurants!  I doubt that will happen but at least I can put it out there.

My grandmother passed away last Thursday, somewhat suddenly and was buried on Monday.  Hannah saw "Great Grandma Jeanne" last Tuesday while she was in Hospice. At that time, Grandma was relatively alert, chatted with us and laughed at the funny things Hannah and Caroline said or did. When I left there, I never would have thought within 48 hours she would be gone.  I've come to learn since her passing a bit more about death and its four stages (as explained by the wonderful caregivers at Hospice of Northwest Ohio!).  What I saw on Tuesday was my Grandma's last "rally" before death...and am I ever thankful for it.  I was very close to her.  Growing up she lived just the next block over and we'd ride our bikes over there all the time. She'd help care for us after school and would pick us up whenever she was needed.

I remember one time very clearly: I tried out for my 8th grade school musical and didn't get a single part (yes, I realized then acting was not my calling!).  The day I found out I wasn't picked was the day she picked me up from school in her little cherry red Mustang. I remember crying to her and feeling so down about it. She comforted me as only a grandmother could and said "You'll get something else more wonderful someday Sarah, just you watch.  It will happen honey." And she was right.

Of course it wasn't just about me mourning her death, but also Tim and Hannah.  Or better yet, explaining to Hannah what death meant.  She's putting the pieces still together and will for a long time but she knows "Great Grandma Jeanne" is her second Guardian Angel in Heaven...and how special for her that she has two people watching over her.  Her first Guardian Angel is Grandpa Bob, my father.

And tonight as I put Hannah to bed, she prayed for her family on Earth and then said, "and God Bless Grandma Jeanne and Grandpa Bob in Heaven who are my Angels." Yes, Hannah they are indeed.

Felix--The Wonder Cat

The title of my post says it all...but the picture says it even more!  For a cat who's SUPPOSED to be indoor/outdoor and was gone for two months...he sure appears to prefer to be indoors all the while ripping our screen apart to try and come in =) But he has a part of  heart so I couldn't yell at him that hard!

Life and death

Over the weekend Tim's aunt suddenly passed away and today I find myself thinking about what we will say to Hannah this weekend at the funeral.  She is in her "Why?" stage and almost every question or comment I make to her tends to be followed by a Why mom?  It's challenging at time but so far I've managed to satisfy her with answers.  But this weekend will be a little more challenging.  How do you talk about death with a three year old?  And I think about the questions she'll ask and I don't think I'll have any answer to some...and that's okay.

Felix and Hannah

Last night as we were playing after dinner, Hannah turned and looked at Felix and said "Hi Buddy. Mom I love Felix!" Then she proceeded to try and grab his tail and tell him "no" to laying on her blankets.  LOL. I have to give Felix credit b/c he took it all in stride and walked upstairs to get away from her...or so he thought.  For the last four years, Felix has loved our bed more than anywhere else in the house...until now as he discovered Hannah's room with a bed almost at his height that doesn't require much jumping.  Well, you can imagine what transpired when Hannah discovered him on her bed with her "other" blankets.  She called him a bad kitty and told him to leave her room.  So, while I think Hannah does love Felix, it tends to be on her terms. 

Fast forward to later in the night after Hannah had gone to bed and it was time to put Felix into his bed...we found them both peacefully sleeping together! Hannah at one end of the bed and Felix curled at her feet. They say animals have unconditional love and I witnessed that last night.

Milestones...

I now have a five month old...as I think back over the last five months I'm incredulous with all that has occurred.  I was blissfully naive to having two kids...somehow I thought that by having another girl, it would be easy...a breeze really.  Like riding a bike...I've done it once b/f how hard can it be again.  Well, I found out and let me fill you in on a secret: having another child isn't a walk in the park and (surprise!) it's hard! I wouldn't trade it for anything but running morning, noon and night has a whole different take with two...but in just five months I've gotten to see a newborn grow into a baby and do all these things:

• roll from her belly to her back
• eat rice cereal and single grain oatmeal
• belly laugh
• pull her toys down from her activity mat
• move all around her crib like she's looking for an escape route!
• become excited when she sees her mommy 
• sit and support her head in the Bumbo chair
• eat her hands
• rock from side to side

And now onto the next five months and to a whole new set of milestones...

Never dull...

It is never dull, is it?  Hannah has decided she wants to be even more "independent" and doesn't need mommy's help anymore in helping her dress, putting her shoes on or getting her breakfast.  She can do it all...or so she says.  I'll admit, I secretly love that she is my independent, defiant child b/c I love that she is making her own way in this world.  However, some days it makes for trying times.  Last night was no different.  We decided to head to Red Lobster as a family.  Tim and I had a full week, neither of us felt like cooking and we just wanted to be out amongst the people.  So, off we headed to Sandusky for dinner...Hannah was actually really good and sat all during appetizers, salad and dinner.  However, it wasn't without a few challenges, mainly her desire to take items of clothing off.  Yes, that's right, along with the independent, defiant streak, I also have a child who relishes in being in minimal clothes...God help me when she's 18!

Back to the story: thankfully no shirts or pants came off but shoes and socks did. And she refused to put them back on b/c as she said "I like to see my feet mommy! And they're tired..." Oh, okay Hannah, I think... So, for me it wasn't a battle worth fighting during dinner until it was time to leave and then she had no choice. A meltdown was about to ensue when a lightbulb went off: Max and Ruby.  Yes, everything revolves around those damn bunnies! But, they did just the trick...by promising she could watch the show in the car, Hannah happily put back on the shoes and socks.  Another crisis averted, for now...

Valentine's Day...

It's funny to me how Valentine's Day has evolved.  It used to be about Tim and I, flowers, gifts and special dinners.  I would make a nice, romantic dinner where we'd sit in the dining room and have a lovely evening.  OR we'd go out for a nice dinner to Real Seafood or Mancy's Steakhouse. 

Fast forward to today and well, it's a slightly different image.  Last night, I bought Papa John's pizza and breadsticks home, we ate as a family in our kitchen and then went upstairs to watch Nick Jr. in our bedroom with the kids.  Yet, it was wonderfully relaxing!  Hannah told me she loved me "so very much" and Caroline talked, smiled and laughed all while bouncing in her bouncer.  Sure a bouquet of flowers  would have been a special surprise, however, having one moment with just the four of us where we weren't rushing was just as nice too...although perhaps next year I could get roses too (sorry Tim but I'm a girl who loves roses!)!

3 years old...

Yesterday Hannah turned three and I think I was just as excited as her.  This year was the first year where she understood that it was her birthday and had a say in what theme to decorate...and it was Max and Ruby, the beloved rabbits from Nick Jr.  The girl LOVES Max and Ruby and I mean LOVES.  She can't go a day without singing their song and watching at least one episode.  I think she knows every episode by heart but you'd never know it b/c she is engrossed in every one like its the first time she's ever seen it. 

She had a lot of fun and it filled me with happiness to see her soo happy.  As I looked around at my crazy house yesterday, I felt a sense of calm as if that was how it was always meant to be =)

The Birthday Girl starting to open her presents...

Hannah with her cousins Olivia and Cailynne...they all got into unwrapping!

Singing Happy Birthday to Hannah!!

The Max and Ruby cake...from Haas Bakery in Oregon

Eating the Ruby piece of her cake =)

waking up to....

I love having kids for the simple fact, one never knows how the day will start. And today, it started with two cries--one from a hungry 4.5 month old and one from a 3 year old who "went" in her pull-up.  While I tackled the baby, Tim had to change the pull-up, much to his unhappiness... but order was restored and both girls are asleep once again...for at least another 20 minutes! =)

(This picture is from last month, but they just happen to be wearing the same pjs last night, so I thought appropriate to post!)

feeding babies-cnn story

So I read an interesting story on CNN that the American Academy of Pediatrics believes that feeding a baby solids before 4 months will increase their risk of obesity three fold...really? I'll admit I didn't feed my kids solids before four months but I know plenty of friends who did and guess what? Their kids are fine and within normal range. I think as parents we need to have those conversations with our pediatricians and do what we feel is best for our kids. Caroline is just over four months and taking rice cereal like it's her job...no matter how much formula I gave her the chick wanted food and loves when she sees the spoon headed her way...and she's only in the 40th percentile for her weight yet 95th in height :)

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Vocabulary...

Maybe I don't remember but I think kids are more advanced now then when I was growing up...at least in their words.  I'm truly amazed at some point most days but Hannah's vocabulary and how she uses certain phrases at just the "right" time.  Today was one of those days...We decided to do a little Pre-Super Bowl party with her and made guacamole and some other appetizers.  Well, all was ready just as Tim came in from putting corn in our corn burner (that's a story for another time...) and the minute Hannah saw the snacks and then saw Tim, she looked from one to the other saying "You go back outside daddy you've been bad...all snacks for mommy, me and Caroline." Where she unearthed any of that I have no idea but it was all I could do not to laugh! 

Fast forward a few hours and Tim (again) was eating and dropped something on the floor...she looked at me, shook her head and said "That Daddy.  He's a boy."  That was one where Tim and I couldn't even try not to laugh... =)

I am beginning to wonder what things Caroline is going to say and am a bit worried at the things she'll pick up from her big sister....

Snowmageddon....

Today we were supposed to have more than a foot of snow on the ground....it didn't quite happen.  Instead Mother Nature gave us sleet that coated most things.  Sure it was combined with some snow but overall the "biggest storm of the century" missed us and broke a part. 

BUT I still managed to have the day at home to work and be with the girls as we had a level three snow emergency here...Hannah was all about it b/c it meant she could stay in her p.j.'s all day.  And for Caroline it meant that mommy could care for her as she's trying to recovery from a cold and ear infection.  The poor four month old looks rough but yet through it all she's still smiling and laughing. 

People (ie our families) are amazed that Tim and I had two kids with great dispositions when they are sick.  Hannah is similar as she musters through her illness with a smile and time to play.  However, Caroline definitely take it to a whole new level...even after the sleepless nights and the excessive spit up episodes, she's still smiling and cooing.  If only I could be like that...even when I don't have a cold!

Randomness...

Most people who know me, think that Hannah is me.  Well, she doesn't look like me BUT apparently the "defiant, independent child" is how I was when I was young.  My mom reminds me of that often =)  As do my sisters... And while true, I don't recall giving my parents the run that Hannah gives to me.  It probably happened but still...I love her and all but it is definitely a battle of wills some day.  It is funny when I can just look at her and figure out what her next move is b/f she even does it.  Like today.  She decided she was tired of playing kitchen with me so I could tell Hannah was eyeing her dresser to empty it out and "organize it."  And yup, that is just what she was about to do...until I saw it in her eye and diverted it.  If I have the "organizing the dresser" event one more time, I planned to take all her clothes out of the room.  Not quite sure how I diverted the attention but within two minutes she was happily playing with her dolls in my room! Thank goodness...

Today was a special milestone for Caroline...she had her first taste of rice cereal! At first she didn't know quite what to make of it but after a couple minutes, she decided that it was good and was all ready for more! At four months, I thought it was time to try it out and happy I did.

Last night Caroline was baptized into the Catholic Church.  I became choked up when the Sacrament happened during church...another milestone for my baby has occurred and wow.  BUT last night also marked the night Hannah went #2 in her underwear while wearing her new purple dress and playing with her cousins.  Yes, it happened at home but it was drama.  She screamed and cried and wanted her underwear gone...fast.  I found a new level of patience I never knew I had...I calmed her, cleaned her and changed her all without yelling.  Rather, I kept telling Hannah that it was okay, accidents happen and we'll try again another time.  I always told people I lacked patience...that is until last night.

Four months and counting

Caroline is four months old. As I fed her this morning, and watched her looking around I was filled with amazement and happiness. She is growing. A lot. Some of her milestones thus far:

• Rolled from belly to back
• Cooing and "talking"
• Smiling all the time
• Reaching for things on her activity mat
• Staring intently as we eat (she is definitely ready for rice cereal)
• Laughing

Walking down memory lane...

In two weeks Hannah will be three years old and today it hit me...hard.  I had the opportunity to do a media story that included filming in one of the c-section rooms at one of our hospitals.  It was the same room (I think) where Hannah was born three years ago.  I looked around in amazement at what I saw and remembered the moment I first heard her cries and held her for the first time.  My labor and subsequent delivery via c-section was not how I planned but life has a funny way of working out not quite like we plan! That day on February 12, 2008, I went into the hospital and thought I'd be induced and out would come  baby a few hours later.  I laugh now at the thought but the planner I am "assumed" it was going to be just that easy.

Of course, it wasn't.  I labored for 12 hours, 6 of which was the not so fun "back labor" people tell you about. In the end, Hannah wanted out and it wasn't the way I planned but it was the best way for her...via c-section. And I will never forget that moment...I was exhausted and somewhat out of it after the long day BUT that moment Hannah made her entrance for the first time into this world rang loud and clear in my head as I looked around the OR today...

And now look at her....my independent, defiant, free willed three year old!

Hannah at one day old...

Hannah at (almost) three years old...

 

Pacifier free...night one

Last week Hannah had her first dentist appointment.  It went well, really well in fact...except for the doctor's disapproval of her still having a pacifier at night.  When he showed me her teeth overbite or lack there of and explained she'd need braces at age 12, well, I knew it was time to pull the plug on "binky."  But, of course, that's easier said than done.  The dentist first gave me a funky looking pacifier that he created which looks more like a night guard.  He said to switch out the old "binky" with the new and that 99 percent of the kids would just stop using it on their own b/c they wouldn't like the new.  Well, of course, Hannah was the one percent who liked her new one (check out the picture below...).

So, last night I just decided to have "binky" break and explain that it went to "binky heaven" to be recycled for a future baby in the world.  Well, there were tears and shouts of no but then something miraculous happen: Hannah fell asleep without it.

Fast forward to this morning: "mom, please fix my binky. Please." With tears in her eyes she said that to me about a dozen times.  I held strong with my story but it wasn't easy...I hate to see my child cry but I know that it will be better without it...  So, here's to night two and wondering how it will go...

In sickness and health...

I hate when my kids are sick...but I hated even more when the entire family is sick.  For the past week, I've been wiping noses, rubbing Vicks on both girls like its my job and trying to Clorox everything in the house to prevent the germs from spreading...if only.  Yesterday, Tim and I succumbed to the illnesses. He with a fever and me with a full blown cold.  Before kids, if either one of us was sick, we'd simply go to be early and sleep until we felt better.  But, as any parent will attest, there is no rest of the weary.  What a sight it probably was yesterday as I wiped my nose, then Caroline's then Hannah's...Tim was on his own! =)

As I put Caroline to bed last night I prayed she'd sleep and did the same as I put Hannah to bed.  And miraculously they did, except for a brief period when Caroline was up at 1:30.  I'm not 100 percent today but I'm more than the 40 percent I was yesterday so I'll take it...and muster on...

Home alone with daddy...

Tim had the day off and while that is normal every other week, what isn't normal was having two sick girls at home for him.  In fact, Tim is just getting used to the whole idea of having two kids home every other week and wasn't mentally or physically geared up for two sick kids and the meltdowns and crying fests that followed.  I have to give him credit b/c he did it and managed to have both kids smiling by the time I came home eight hours later.  Although apparently Hannah decided to re-arrange her room a few times, Caroline decided to only take one nap and, oh yes, Hannah chose to have a "full on meltdown" when Tim tried to pick out her underwear...so she spent the day in a pull up b/c it was "just easier." 

So, when I came home tonight and asked how and why Hannah's room was "re-arranged;" why Princess stickers were on our kitchen floor; and how a few pairs of my high heels ended up on the front staircase landing, Tim simply said, "Don't ask.  The kids and I survived.  We're all happy you're home."  Yup, mommy to the rescue as I work to restore order and a little sanity to all their lives!

"I don't want to go to school"

For three years now, I knew it was inevitable that I'd hear those words from Hannah eventually.  But today was not one of those morning I expected it...but it happened.  She melted into tears at 6:45 a.m. and cried out "No school mommy!  I don't want to go to school to day...I stay here with you."  Well, as anyone could imagine, I pretty much wanted to meltdown with her.  Truth be told, I would have loved to stay home today and played Princess with her and Caroline.  But reality was we couldn't. She had school and mommy had a full work day ahead...

While it wasn't easy to calm her down, I managed it. I wish I could say I soothed and calmed her fears with words...but I didn't.  Sure I used some words and told her I loved her very much, but like any three year old, words were only going take me so far...so, I bribed.  That's right.  I used Max and Ruby, her favorite show, as a way to entice her into the car.  I promised she could watch an episode in the car on the way to school.  And miraculously by 7 a.m. the three Hartigan women were on their way to school and work... 

And by the time we arrived at school, Hannah was ready to go and bounded happily inside the building to see her friends. 

Needing a "Calgon" moment...

I'll admit: I love having a career AND a family.  But I'll also admit that it's incredibly hard to do both some days. Today is one of those days...I have two sick little ones and a hectic day at work.  Not to mention a long to do list at home of things I need to get done prior to Caroline's Baptism next week.  Don't mistake it: it is a choice I've made but life isn't without its challenges and today is just one of those days where I struggle.  I often find myself asking other moms the same question they ask me "how do you do it?"  I have a friend with three kids and a full time career...I'm in awe of her b/c I can't imagine adding another one the mix.  Nor do I plan to but still...

To all the moms out there, I salute you! It's difficult being a mother whether you stay home full time or not and I know there will come a point when we look back fondly on these times but while in the midst of them, well, sometimes we all could use just a quick "Calgon moment"...

Finding time...

It's funny...pre kids, I always thought it was difficult to find a moment to breathe during my busy day at work and tending to the chores around the house.  Well, now I just laugh at that notion!  With two kids, a busy career and the countless to do lists at home, my "me time" is usually the 10 minute (or sometimes 5) shower I get in the evenings just after putting the kids to bed.  There are countless news articles about how women tend to put themselves last and everyone else first...I used to laugh and think "come on women! It's not that difficult to put ourselves first!" Of course I realize this statement is ridiculous now. 

BUT, I do think there is truth in those articles. I receive Parents magazine on a monthly basis and they always have tips to the moms out there about how to have a moment...and they're right. So, I encourage all moms (and dads too!!) to take a moment every now and then to just be...whether it's that cup of coffee at your desk first thing in the morning or that shower where it's just you or that moment at the end of the day when the kids are down and you can finally hear the house sounds....

Tell me, what is that one moment for you?

The cat in the bed...

I never thought of myself as a cat person until Felix and Ethel arrived at our door five years ago.  Most people I know are either "cat people" or "dog people" and occasionally I run across the "all animals people." I was one of those dog people...love dogs and didn't give a lot of thought about cats.  All of that changed when two scrawny barn cats came to live in our barn.  Sure they were cute but I was determined to keep them outside and they'd never step foot in the house.  Yeah, that lasted....

Fast forward five years and Felix is pretty much inside all the time and Ethel comes in and out...in fact Felix likes to think all cushion-filled places in the house are his...including Hannah's bed as of recent.  Tonight, I put Hannah to bed only to have her come down 10 minutes later saying "Felix is in my bed. Please get him out."  It was rather funny but to her he was on her blankets and no one does that.   Not even a four legged furry grey hair cat named Felix.

The "binky" debate

When Hannah was a baby I always said to people that I didn't care if she had a pacifier b/c when the time came to get rid of it, I'd just throw them away and it'd be done.  I'll be the first to admit...I was soo naive to that thought!  She's now almost three and still has it much to my chagrin.  We've made significant progress in only having it at night for bed but every now and then the "binky" creeps into the day.  Like this morning...it was time to leave for school and a meltdown of infinite proportions occurred.  And it all came as a result of "Hannah, please put your binky back in your bed now."  One would have thought it was the end of the world by the wailing that transpired...

Now, I get asked about Caroline and does she have a binky.  Well, she does but we don't actively force it or willingly give it to her at the moment.  We've learned that lesson...for now.  Stay tuned...

Early to rise...

I know lots of people who love to get up early to begin their day.  BUT I'm not one of them.  Frankly, even after having a career for as long as I have and now with two kids, I don't like getting up...especially to the sound of a three year asking me "Mom please change my pull up.  I pooped and it needs to be changed please."  At least she said please so I'll give her credit there. 

I was tempted to just roll back over but when Hannah came into my room the smell followed her...so, up I jumped to start tackling the day.... thanks Hannah =)

And so it begins

People always told me I have things to say and my stories about my children and husband make them laugh, so I've finally decided to do something about both...start a blog.  Welcome! As the blog title says: I have two girls (ages 3 and 3.5 months), two cats (Felix and Ethel) and one husband (Tim..could also be third child at time but...). Life is a journey for us.  Hannah, my oldest is the willful and independent type who doesn't like the word no, except when she's using it. And Caroline, my youngest, is fairly laid back at the moment...of course she is only three months so it's still early.   And then there's Tim...ah, yes the hubby.  The poor man =) He is out numbered every where and even is starting to get grief from Hannah.  I told him to simply suck it up and enjoy the ride.  My hope for this blog is to share the stories of my everyday life and i hope you will to! Cheers for now!