Saturday, November 21, 2009

I must be crazy

New Moon started at 10:00 tonight, I was there when it started.  I won't be there when it ends.  I am home in my pajamas now. 

A friend of mine was having a New Moon party.  25 of her girlfriends were coming over to eat and attend the much anticipated show. On a whim she invited me. 

After much contemplation, I went.  Now, when I say much contemplation, I am not kidding.  The decision to go easily consumed a good part of my day.  And finally, I made the decision to go. 

I went late.  On purpose.  I brought Ivy.  On purpose.  (I wasn't about to go alone.  She is only 4.5 months but at least I knew her and I don't like going places where I don't know anyone).  Luckily she cries when she is with Greg too long and she misses her mother.  They knew this part of the story, I left out the part that I am shy and wanted a friend. 

It was a dinner party.  I ate before I went.  Delicious cheese sticks followed by a dinner salad at Red Robin.   I ate two snap peas at the party with a glass of pomegranate/cranberry juice with gingerale.  That was good. 

Then the movie.  I held my friend close and we stood in line.  Upon the mad dash into the theater, I ended up near the only person I knew from the party (other than Ivy), not by her but near her.  I missed Angie at this point.   The movie started and I fed Ivy with the hopes of a quick sleep.  She finished eating, slept for 15 minutes and then woke up.  Now this was not just awake, reposition, back to sleep awake.  This was early morning, fully rested awake.  I took her to the side to rock her back to sleep.  Instead, she began to watch New Moon.  Yes, my small baby was intently watching a show about vampires and werewolves.  I turned her around and she turned her head back.  I want to be close to her in my life and do things together but I was pretty sure that watching New Moon together at the young age of 4.5 months was not appropriate.  So we left.

We left with her laughing and smiling all the way out. 

I came home to a warm cozy house.  The credits were rolling on the tv.  Greg and Owen were fast asleep on the couch (that is until I heard a thud, turned around and Greg was spread out on the couch and Owen was lying on the floor asleep).  Ivy was asleep in her car seat.  This was more my style. 

Angie asked me early in the night "What do you want to do."  I said that I didn't know.  I realize now that I knew.  I just went anyway. 

Thursday, November 19, 2009

4.5

It is utterly amazing to me how much faster time goes once the baby is actually here.  The last 4 1/2 months of being pregnant felt like 4 1/2 years while the last 4 1/2 months of her life have felt like 4 1/2 weeks. (I feel like I am in a scene of The Jerk - totally recommend it if you haven't seen it (I digress, back to the point)). 

I figured if I am going to suck at blogging lately, at least she should get an update. 

Little Ivy is a sweet little thing.  She weighed in at 12 pounds 12 ounces at her 4 month check up, putting her in the 28th percentile for weight.  She was 24 inches long and in the 33rd percentile for height. Her head was in the 63rd percentile.  She has been rolling over from tummy to back since November 2.  She can sit up and loves to grab everything.  She is a busy little monkey.  We tried rice cereal last week.  She didn't seem too interested, which was weird because the way she watches us eat I thought she would be a big fan.  That is okay.  I am in no rush.  She LOVES her feet, especially to eat them.  It is nice to be 4 months old when your feet are actually cleaner than your hands.  She always smiles when Owen is around.  There is something so cute about siblings.  It is worth it to have two just to see the way she looks at him.  Melts my heart everytime.  She is a fan of her mom and does not like it when I teach yoga at night.  She loves to yell and hear her voice and for some reason it sounds even cooler when I am meeting with clients.

And just like those before her, she believes sleep and being laid down to rest alone are overrated. 









Today she and Owen played.  She was Quincy. 


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Leaving the Nest

The time came.  After 3 years of living in the basement at my dad's, it was time to move on.  It is amazing how it is hard to move on when you are comfortable somewhere.  So, although I have a lot to say about the new place, I must pay tribute to the old. 

We moved in to the basement September, 2006.  It was meant to be a temporary place to stay while we transitioned into the area, found Greg a job, and decided where we wanted to live.  The market was at its peak and the options for a home were a little bit of space for a lot of money.  And so we stayed.  And stayed and stayed.  I am glad we did.

The basement room was a good room.  It was mostly messy.  How else would you expect a room to look that contained all your belongings.  It was our living room, our office, and our bedroom (and Owen's and later Ivy's bedroom as well). 

Despite the mess, it was a good room. 

I cannot thank my dad and Kristi enough for letting us move in, kids, cats and too much stuff included.  They let us move in with no date to leave.  I am sure it wasn't easy on them, with us invading their space, but we felt welcome.  It was our home too. 

And as we finished moving out, I looked in the empty room, the room that I grew to love, and I could not stop the tears.  They were tears of all kinds, those afraid of change, those of happiness, those of sadness as the place I called home was now part of my past, those of fear as I took Owen to a new house and away from his home, those that felt love for my dad and Kristi.  They were all there. 

Thank you to my dad for your open arms and heart.  I know that I always have a place to go.  Thank you for making me feel so safe.  I will miss sitting around the brown table while you are on the computer and chatting about the day or our crazy clients.  I will miss hearing your footsteps come home late and feeling glad you are home safe.  I will miss the avocados from Costco you always made sure to buy me.

Thank you to Kristi.  It could not have been easy having your stepdaughter and her family living with you.  You always made me feel welcome and it felt like our home too.  Thank you for taking such good care of Owen.  He adores you and I love the relationship you were able to form while we were there.  Thank you for loving him and Ivy.  I will miss watching Owen follow you around.  I will miss watching you stumble down the stairs after falling asleep while you read to your kids.  I will miss being a part of your everyday activities and plans. 

Thank you to Felix and Robee.  I told Felix I would never move out because I loved her drama and emotional breakdowns.  I miss you both already.  You were both always so good to Owen and you both instantly loved Ivy.  I will miss hearing Robee singing Taylor Swift's Love Story song with the radio early in the morning.  I will miss seeing Robee eat noodles everyday.  I will miss watching America's Next Top Model with Felix while she held my cat.  I will miss hearing about Felix's day at school. 

I will miss it all. 

While the new memories await, the old will always hold a special place in my heart. 

Thank you to you all, thank you to the house, thank you to my room.