Wednesday, September 30, 2009
365::269
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
thirty five.
Saw this post today. Where will I be five years from now? Well, let's look at where I was five years ago. I was just weeks away from delivering Breanna, I had one bright active little two year old boy at home already and was about to add a little girl to the mix. I couldn't be happier, I was on my way to my perfect life (or so I thought).
Anyway, the thought of being thirty-five is hitting me a little hard these days. It's getting to that "advanced maternal age" where you are done with babies and moving on to the next phase of life that scares me. I am happy, I have had the chance to have three babies, and I know how lucky I am with that. In any case, I just don't like being declared"old". Five years from now, I'll be close to my fourtieth bithday, and honestly every year is a celebration in this uncertian life, isn't it? Five years from now I know for a fact that I will still be appreciating every day and all the gifts I have been given in this life, I know for a fact that my life will not be prefect.
Today, I ran. I ran, I cried and I ran some more. I cried about the fact that Breanna should be in Kindergarten right now, that she should not be wearing a diaper, that she should be able to dress herself. I cried for the fact that that she should be able to describle the color of the sky or tell me what her favorite thing about school is. I cried about the fact that I should be doing housework, laundry, or my hobbies instead of calling and e-mailing therapists, doctors and others for advice. I cried becuase it is not fair that I have to worry so much. Or maybe I just cried because it was a bad morning with the kids. I ran until it felt like 10 miles (not really) and then felt better. I came home, took a shower with my new shampoo and put on some new makeup and felt even better. I slapped thirty-five right in the face today. Thank god for running (and new shampoo and make-up).
P.S. Josh is home today (only to leave again Thursday and Friday) and found out the MOST exciting news. It's not official yet, but he is most likely going to be running the Boston Marathon for the Massachussets Down syndrome Congress in April. He has to raise $3,500 and train to run 26.2 miles, but he is on cloud nine with excitement (and I couldn't be happier for him!)
Anyway, the thought of being thirty-five is hitting me a little hard these days. It's getting to that "advanced maternal age" where you are done with babies and moving on to the next phase of life that scares me. I am happy, I have had the chance to have three babies, and I know how lucky I am with that. In any case, I just don't like being declared"old". Five years from now, I'll be close to my fourtieth bithday, and honestly every year is a celebration in this uncertian life, isn't it? Five years from now I know for a fact that I will still be appreciating every day and all the gifts I have been given in this life, I know for a fact that my life will not be prefect.
Today, I ran. I ran, I cried and I ran some more. I cried about the fact that Breanna should be in Kindergarten right now, that she should not be wearing a diaper, that she should be able to dress herself. I cried for the fact that that she should be able to describle the color of the sky or tell me what her favorite thing about school is. I cried about the fact that I should be doing housework, laundry, or my hobbies instead of calling and e-mailing therapists, doctors and others for advice. I cried becuase it is not fair that I have to worry so much. Or maybe I just cried because it was a bad morning with the kids. I ran until it felt like 10 miles (not really) and then felt better. I came home, took a shower with my new shampoo and put on some new makeup and felt even better. I slapped thirty-five right in the face today. Thank god for running (and new shampoo and make-up).
P.S. Josh is home today (only to leave again Thursday and Friday) and found out the MOST exciting news. It's not official yet, but he is most likely going to be running the Boston Marathon for the Massachussets Down syndrome Congress in April. He has to raise $3,500 and train to run 26.2 miles, but he is on cloud nine with excitement (and I couldn't be happier for him!)
Monday, September 28, 2009
365::267
Sunday, September 27, 2009
365::266
Labels:
Down Syndrome,
Kids Artwork,
Project 365 2009,
Trevor
Saturday, September 26, 2009
365::265
Thursday, September 24, 2009
365:263
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
365::362
Your second grade routines:
wake up 7 am, get Lucas out of his crib and come into our room watch a 30 minute Clifford the big Red dog episode
7:30 downstairs for breakfast, your lunch and red folder are packed in your bag
8:10 AM your alarm goes off on your watch, you go upstairs and get dressed and brush your teeth, put on sunscren and sneakers
8:30 AM leave for the bus.
9-3PM at school
3:25 PM get off the bus and walk home
3:40-4:00 sacktime
4-5:30 play outside or afterschool activity like swimming lessons
5:30 ish dinnertime and doing chores (dishes/helping clean up)
6-7:30 homework, drawing or silent reading time
7:30-8:00 read books with Mom or Dad and Lucas and get ready for bed
8:00 relaxing time with your Starbright book and Mom--lights out!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
365::261
Monday, September 21, 2009
365::260
Sunday, September 20, 2009
365:259
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
365::256
good talks with some other really good moms and a playdate in the am
a really good 2 year old lunch and nap
some quiet time in the afternoon to myself
seeing T get off the bus all smiles after school
Good snacks and a nice family walk with the dog (who cleaned HERSELF off in the water after getting all muddy)
a pizza dinner out where the kids ate everything (even the salad)
a special ice cream dessert treat (Coldstone!)
playing football outside until dark, doing homework and calling a night (early)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
365::255
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
365::254
Monday, September 14, 2009
365::253
You......
are playing soccer on a team (and are doing great at it!)
are potty training
love to give high fives
make us laugh (and make us cry)
can't wait to go to preschool
eat everything except bananas (even broccolli and fish)
sleep 3 hours in the afternoon and 11-12 hours at night
your favorite food is oranges
your favorite color is blue
love to bring my a pile of your favorite books every morning in bed
LOVE books
love dipping food in sauce, dressing or peanut butter
your favorite books are your "truck books"
you love vanilla milk (so do I!)
are not a breakfast person
beg for snacks all day long
run around in your underwear or no pants
love playing outside on the "playground"
your favorite TV shows are "Gee and football"
give the best hugs and kisses
My favorite things that you say:
I don't know, I don't know
Ahhhh, Much better
MMMMM....Tastes kinda pretty good
Dad, you put my steam roller up there, you need to say sorry....
I LOVE this thing...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
365::252
The Story of today.....




We started off on a really ambitious family walk to get everyone some fesh air and exercise. The moment started off really great, like this (what a moment...)
and quickly went to this......
and this.... (which resulted in Josh walking 3/4 of a mile back to the car to get a stroller in addition to the backpack we already had with us.)
and then finally we were home to some nice cool showers, a nap, a big chicken dinner and some football.
And thus, football season in our household begins.....
The End.
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