Two girls. Two cats. And one husband...: February 2012

Friday, February 17, 2012

2 tired kids...for different reasons

Sigh. Not gonna lie in that I had a crazy day at the office. I say my life is "never dull" and that's true on all fronts. As I was coming home tonigh Tim called..."can u stop and buy Motrin? CJ teeth are really bothering her." at that moment I knew it wasn't a happy home :) when I did walk in the door...Hannah looked exhausted, but said she wasn't . And CJ, well she was laughing but not in her normal way...it was more of a show like "mommy, I'm okay but not great..." Hannah decided to not sleep last night...well maybe not by choice but rather she had trouble. Caroline, on the hand hand, is teething like its her job. Feel bad for the little one bc she tried to put her entire hand in the mouth to naw away at it... And so as I entered the house tonight,I immediately went into mommy mode: cleaned up the kitchen, gave Caroline her medicine and got Hannah in her pjs. All while Tim looked at me with a grateful look. At leastl he managed to get dinner ready and for THAT I was grateful to him :) And as I write this, Caroline is out as is Hannah...since 7 pm and 8 pm respectively :) I hope both are in better mood tomorrow as its a big day: grandma's house and getting our new minivan. THAT story will be for another day...never thought I'd get a minivan but yet...

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

An open letter to my oldest...

Dear Hannah,
This past Sunday you turned four and truly I am in shock. Not so much in that you are, indeed, four, but where has the time gone?!

I remember that day in early June 2007 when I actually found out I was expecting you...well, didn't know it was YOU at the time but soon I would. I had soo many emotions that day from shock to happiness to anxiety to amazement to all that's in between. You see my journey to get you wasn't expected...Mommy struggled to have a baby. I was lucky though because, in the end, I had you...my beautiful, independent child.

And the journey of fertility problems and countless negative tests was worth it b/c I became a mom to you.

Fast forward to the day we found out you were YOU! I convinced myself you were a boy b/c I just thought it was what we were "supposed" to have for the first child....but the tears and laughter that accompanied when the ultrasound tech said GIRL was proof that you were, indeed, meant to be Hannah Dianne Hartigan. Grandma Dianne was there that day with us and so was Grandpa Bob...in spirit but I knew your Grandpa was shining down on us and you...afterall God gave us you (like the book I read you often).

Words cannot describe the day you were born...you didn't exactly come out as I expected but then again I learned LIFE was never to be expected again. To hear your cries was the best sound in the word...that followed by your Daddy saying "Sarah! She's out and she looks to be 9 pounds!" LOL! Only to discover you were just 7 pounds, 2 oz. And all of it was pure love from me to you (and Daddy too).

Now that's not to say we weren't scared out of our minds to take you home and didn't know quite what to do when you'd cry for two hours straight, at night, when we wanted to go to bed. BUT we learned and figured it out...all because we knew YOU were our precious, wonderful gift.

Earlier this week you turned four years old and I cried. Yes, I did...not in front of you but in the shower after you went to bed that night. I always knew I wanted children and to have you (AND your sister) is....well, I can't quite put into words...

I am so proud of you b/c you are thoughtful, kind, and most of all, 100 percent YOU! And you do know your manners! =)

I love you Hannah Dianne Hartigan and whatever the next 4, 10, 20, 30 years brings....I am so happy to have you as my child.

Love ALWAYS and FOREVER,
Mom