Christmas Wrap-up

So the holidays are almost over and we're about to embark on a new year with some new beginnings (still hasn't really sunk in that we are expecting another little munchkin in 2013).  Before we get ready to say goodbye to 2012 here are some pictures from our quiet family Christmas:

First up is our attempt at getting some free pictures with Santa.  Clearly Charleston cheaped out when it came to finding a Santa for the farmer's market:

We have been laughing about this picture for weeks.  The 'WTF?' look on Andrew's face takes the cake.

We were able to get my mom to take a picture of the three of us in front of our tree to use for our Christmas cards this year.  I wish I had gotten one with him smiling, but I guess I'm happy that he was at least looking at the camera:

We were dressed up because we were about to head to my company Christmas party.

This past Saturday we decided to suck it up and fork out the cash to get some real Santa pictures.  After waiting in line for 2 hours I was praying that we wouldn't have a meltdown on our hands.  Andrew did remarkably well:

We had a quiet Christmas with just the three of us and it was nice.  Christmas Eve after Andrew went to bed J stayed up and put together the train and village on the coffee table in the back room.  Christmas morning he showed it to Andrew and they spent some time back there playing with it while I made us some cinnamon rolls for breakfast:

 Then it was time for presents.  With some help he got the paper off of his workbench and went right to work playing with it:

After playing with that for a while we tried to get him to open the rest of his presents.  Once he saw the blocks and books he went to town scattering them all over the place:

I'm hoping eventually he will actually play with the blocks instead of just putting them in the bag and dumping them out (and tossing them everywhere).  But I guess at least they are foam so it doesn't hurt when I step on one.

And finally, here are the salt dough ornaments I made with his little handprints.  One is for us and the others for the grandparents.  They didn't come out too bad if I do say so myself:

So there you have it - most of our holiday season.  Now I just have to get through the next 4 hours of work and it's another 4 days off.  We're heading to Myrtle Beach tomorrow to do Christmas with my family since my grandma's funeral put a wrench in our earlier plans.  And we're still trying to figure out what we're doing for New Years. I'm leaning towards our friend's family friendly get together like we did last year, but we'll see.  Whatever we do I'm going to have to be stealthy about not letting anyone know I'm not really drinking since there is no way I want anyone to know I'm pregnant yet.

So happy holidays to you all and I hope you have a wonderful New Year!

Wordless Wednesday ~ 21 Months

Here We Go Again

Andrew has a little announcement:

Yep, that's right.  He's getting a new title because I saw these this morning:

My current reaction is "Holy shit!  What did we just get ourselves in to???"

I'm also a little apprehensive about even saying anything here because I had some spotting last night and I'm scared that it won't last.  I have had zero symptoms and am kind of in disbelief that I even saw positives tests today.  I'm sitting tight and will be taking more tests over the next few days and will call my OB after the holidays.

So right now I'm excited/scared/freaking out/and about a million other emotions. Praying that this baby holds on and that we are able to handle two.  Oh boy... or girl.  Aaaaahhhhh!!!

Moment of Silence

This morning at 9:30 there will be a nationwide moment of silence to honor the 20 beautiful children and six heroic educators that senselessly and tragically lost their lives last Friday.

I haven't posted anything about the tragedy because to be honest, I have a hard time thinking or talking about it without tearing up.  From the moment I was made aware of it (by a text from a friend as I was leaving my grandmother's funeral) I have had a knot in my stomach and those 26 souls have not been far from my mind.

I pray for peace and comfort, for them and for their families and loved ones.  The pain their survivors must feel is unimaginable.  I can't even let my mind go there - it's just too much.

And now I'm crying again...

Wordless Wednesday ~ A House Divided

We Made It

After five days of travelling, a viewing and funeral, eight total flights, one football game, a three mile walk, countless tears and tons of emotions I made it back home.

I don't have the energy to recap the events of the past five days right now.  I will say that being away from Andrew was hard, but I survived.  And I am really looking forward to some quality time this long holiday weekend.

I'll recap all of the Pittsburgh/Dallas adventures soon.

First Night Away

Up until now I have never spent a night away from Andrew. Yes, we've had babysitters here while J and I had a date night, but I've never not been here to see him in the morning.  This weekend was supposed to be the first time, when J and I fly to Dallas for the Steelers/Cowboys game.  I was already getting anxious about it, knowing I won't see him for 48 hours.

Well, my first night got bumped up by a few days. I'm heading to the airport shortly to catch my 10:11 AM flight to Pittsburgh for my grandmother's funeral tomorrow.  My parents both said I didn't have to go (they both explicitly said that we are NOT to cancel our plans for this weekend), but I felt like I need to be there for my dad.  The viewing and funeral service are both tomorrow morning and then my return flight isn't until 7:43 PM (getting me in at 11:38 - ugh) but I may try to see if I can get an earlier one.  We have to get up Saturday morning, pack up and head to Myrtle Beach to drop off the munchkin with my mom (my dad will still be in PA) and catch our 1:45 flight to Dallas.

So anyway, it's going to be a crazy busy few days. Hopefully it'll take my mind off of how much I know I am going to miss my little dude.

Wordless Wednesday ~ Rest in Peace, Grandma

Bad Timing (and I Suck)

On Saturday evening my mom came down to babysit the munchkin so J and I could go to my company Christmas party. Yay date night!

Anyway, about 30 minutes after getting here my mom informed me that my grandma will be dying this week. Yep - that bluntly.  For a little background, my grandma has been in and out of hospitals for the last 6 years. New years 2006 my dad drove up there (my grandparents are still in PA) to find my grandpap sitting at the kitchen table writing out her obituary.  Obviously he didn't need it then. Or the next dozen or so times that she has gone to the hospital. So when my mom said she's dying this week I didn't take it overly seriously.

It turns out this might actually be it, though. She is out of the hospital and back home with hospice care to make her comfortable.  I'm sad because it's always sad when someone dies, but to be honest it is a little bit of a relief.  She hasn't really been "living" for years, she has been simply existing. My grandparents need to be in a nursing home or assisted living, they are not able to take care of themselves, but they have refused. It has been hard of my dad and his sisters and has caused quite a bit of tension in relationships that were never that great (my dad and his sisters have never been very close).  So now it appears that the end is near for real.

That brings on the part about bad timing and me sucking.  J and I are flying to Dallas this weekend for the Cowboys/Steelers game.  This was planned three months ago and $1200 has already been spent between plane tickets, game tickets and hotel.  We leave Saturday and get back on Monday.  So what happens if my grandma passes away in the next couple days?

Yesterday my mom sent me a message saying she and my dad had been discussing it and that I am NOT to cancel my trip.  I said if something happens and I miss a funeral I am going to be judged. Hard.  Her response was that my dad is the only one who matters and he is saying I should go.  Ugh.

Oh, and my parents were the ones that were supposed to watch Andrew this weekend, which was perfect since we are flying out of Myrtle Beach because it was half as expensive as flying out of Charleston.  Now my dad is leaving today to drive up to Pittsburgh and if she does pass my mom will go up for the funeral.  We have my mother-in-law on hold as a backup and she can come down if needed.

Yes, I suck.  I'm thinking about how this is going to affect our plans instead of crying about my dying grandmother.  Don't get me wrong, I am sad that she is dying, but the grandma I grew up with died long ago. I'm most sad about how this is going to affect my dad.

Ok, enough rambling.  Time for me to get back to sucking as a human...

The Moments That Really Matter

There are days when nothing seems to go right. Days when I feel so rushed and overwhelmed that I am barely keeping my head above water.  It seems like prior to becoming a mom I had just enough time to do everything that I needed to do in a given day or even week.  Now that I am a mom that time is gone. I constantly feel like I am letting things slide and slip through the cracks. And it feels like I'm not measuring up to where I should be - as a wife, as a mom, or just as me in general.

Those days are hard.

But I try not to judge myself too harshly.  I know in my heart that we are doing ok. Our house might not be as spotless as it once was. There might be an errant goldfish cracker that he finds from who knows how long ago and pops in his mouth before I can stop him.  There might be little hand prints on some of our windows and a sippy laying here or there.  The toys might not all be put neatly away at the end of every day, and that's ok.

The fact is, if I spent my time worrying about these little things that in the grand scheme of things don't really matter, I would miss out on special moments like this:

Who cares that Santa is face down on the floor or that there are pine needles that need to be swept up under the tree? My two favorite guys in the entire world were having a little quiet time before bed and I wanted to take a moment to bask in the love that I feel for these two.

The cleaning can wait...