Snow Day! (Part Deux)

In keeping with the whole Armageddon theme that seems to be happening this winter, we got hit with a massive snowstorm Thursday and Friday. Since Daddy had to work, B and I went up Grandmama and Grandpapa's (Papa) house for a sleepover. After a yummy breakfast (Grandmama made B french toast which he gobbled right up), we headed out to play in the snow.

Helping Momby build a snow woman:


Begrudgingly cheesing it up for the camera:


He got bored with the snowpeople so Grandmama took him for a walk:


Then they came back and he gave the side-eye to the snowkid:


Papa built a hill for sledding in the backyard. Wee!


And a close-up, just because:


The End.


Brendan is 3 days shy of 20 months old today!

Life

I wasn't sure if this was the right outlet for what will follow. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to put it here. After all, this is where I come to write about life. And for one brief week I had life growing inside of me. So I'm going to put this out there and then I'm going to bury it with happy posts.

Everyone has been asking me how I'm doing. And honestly, I really don't know how I'm doing. I feel okay, then I don't feel okay. We weren't trying to get pregnant, in fact we weren't/aren't 100% sure we're going to have more than one child. But as soon as I saw that positive test and got over the initial shock I let myself fall in love with the idea of having another one. And all of the possibilities that come with a new life.

Seeing pregnant women or babies doesn't bother me. I've been in their shoes and experienced that euphoria. I have a beautiful, perfect, precious little boy as a result. I don't want their pregnancies or their babies, I want mine.

Part of my issue is letting myself feel that I have the right to be so upset. I'm lucky that this happened sooner rather than later. I can't imagine the sort of heartache women feel when they're further along and lose their precious babies. Or women who've experienced multiple losses along their journey. So a part of me feels silly for feeling so much sadness over it.

I don't want to dwell on this. It is what it is. It happened for a reason. It just wasn't meant to be. [Insert other well-meaning cliche here.] Instead, I'm going to remember to count my blessings for the wonderful things in my life - especially my amazing family and friends who have offered so much support and compassion over the last few days. I am lucky and loved.

Snow Day!

After a few teases last week, we're finally getting some snow! My office is closed so B and I are home getting things done. Well, not really. I did put a roast in the slow cooker though, smells dee-li-cious!

We went out side for a little bit to check out the storm's progress.


















Brendan is 19 months and 11 days old today!

Feeeeelings, nothing more than feeeeelings

This morning was my morning to sleep in. Normally that means I get up at 7 instead of 6 but today I stayed in bed until 10 o'clock. Ten. It was glorious.

When I finally decided it was time to get up I went out into living room and was instantly greeted with, "I have poopy." ::swoon:: And he did in fact have poopy. Which he graciously saved for Momby to deal with. As much as this wasn't the way I wanted to start my day, it was yet another reminder of just how much my precious little baby boy is growing up.

Sir and I went to a Superbowl party at my friend Jill's house. We had a great time playing with Steven and a few of his friends. Then we discovered the stairs. And we wanted to go up and down a few hundred times.

Now I'm far from old but I don't have the stamina for this sort of activity. So after the 37th time I told Sir that we were done with the stairs. As you can imagine, this did not go over so well. Hysterics. A little girl named Abby, who is about two weeks younger than Brendan, wasn't sure what to make of it so she just kept giving him hugs. It was close to the time I had planned to leave so we packed up and headed home.

I made the mistake of letting him walk down the stairs outside to the car and when we got to the bottom he turned around to do it all over again. I picked him up and carried him to the car while he wailed. I'm a mean, mean Mommy. The worst ever.

On the way home he would be quiet, then remember how mean his Momby is and start with the hysterics again. I tried to rub his arm as a gesture of peace and he picked it up and dropped it away from him like a diseased limb. Love you too babe.

By the time we got home he loved me again and all was right with the world. But oy, how my heart ached during those few minutes that he hated me. And this is just the beginning.

Eating his grilled cheese sandwich on the big boy chair.
Some serious bed-head going on.




Since the bedhead was so out of control, I decided to give him a fauxhawk









Brendan is 19 months and 8 days old today!

Pictures

Brendan had a stomach bug for a few days and was a bit of a beast. Well, a major beast actually. These are pics of him in a more mellow mood.






Every morning I put my makeup on while I'm sitting on the couch. Every morning Sir parks himself on the couch next to me, grabs my makeup bag, dumps the contents on the couch, then helps himself.








The last time Kenny took Brendan to the barber he had a bit of a meltdown. Brendan did too. So this time I decided to take him to a kids' place and he did much better. They cut it very short and I had her put gel in and spike it for fun. We went to Target after and got a lot of double-takes. I didn't get any pics of the spikes though. :( Here are some pics of him with his big-boy haircut. Unfortunately he wasn't feeling too cooperative. He looks sooo much older!








Brendan is 19 months and 5 days old today!