Saturday, July 30, 2011
We are very lucky it wasn't worse and the airbags kept him in the car. I am so thankful to law enforcement that contacted me and stayed with my hubby at the hospital. They drove him home and his car home, kept me posted each step of the way and offered to take me to the hospital and babysit Bruce. It definitely is not a call I ever want to get again. Panic mode set in the minute I picked up the phone and it was the police department calling to let me know about my husband. I know those calls are never good. But it ended up being not so bad I guess. Timing of course could have been better.
Love you babe! Hope you feel better soon!
Well unfortunately this situation just keeps getting worse. Kiel goes into surgery for his hand on Thursday. They need to put pins in it and if that doesn't work (which the Dr. thinks it's such a bad break that it won't) he will need screws and maybe (worse case scenario) a metal plate. I'm hoping for the best case, that this surgery will go well and Kiel will begin to heal and have a full recovery. He hates feeling "helpless"and tries to help as much as possible but the reality is we are both dependent on family right now to help us take care of our family. Two parents on narcotics is not a good combo when you have a 15 month old and a newborn to look out for. I pray we recover soon.
Friday, July 29, 2011
There are so many kid-friendly things to do here in SoCal, I think it's because no one is blessed with a spacious back yard. Hollyglen Park has a built in toddler pool along with a play structure that is perfect for the summer time. Bruce absolutely loved this place once his feet got used to the cold water. He just wanted to hold my hands and walk back and forth the entire time! I think we well go tomorrow when grandma and grandpa get here, so I don't have to do the walking ;)
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Rhyan's crib and wall decor. I'm waiting for a hand painted sign of her name that I bought on Etsy to go underneath the first shelf next to the picture. When she's born I will get her hand print in a picture design like I did with Bruce by Piggies & Paws and I will hang that by the light switch. On the shelves are a snow globe, a picture frame, a doll I got a long time ago and a barbie from the model collection. I need something to go inside the small shelf, but I'll worry about that later.
Rhyan's closet. She has more dresses than me and more clothes are coming on Saturday!
Both closets. Bruce has more clothes than Rhyan by a long shot. Those tupperware bins are full of clothes that are too big for him at the moment. And I can't forget the rocking chair and Bruce's Quilt that Omi made. I also left space on the wall for Rhyan's quilt ;)
Bruce's side of the room is decorated in sports. The blank space above on the wall is reserved for a newborn picture of Rhyan. In the picture below, I decorated Bruce's shelves with daddies cars, a vintage California book that was my grandmothers and a Giants visor. I am waiting for Bruce's handmade painted name sign to hang above his footprint.
Above, is a foot print of Bruce done by piggies and paws when he was 2 months old. Below is shelving that I got for Bruce and will now be shared with his sister. The left side is for Rhyan the right side is for Bruce.
A full shot of Bruce's side of the room.
Thanks to my wonderful husband who patiently hung shelves and pictures and took me shopping so I could finally put this nesting bug to rest! Now I just hope those name signs get here before Tuesday!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
We tried to decorate onseies but unfortunately the iron ons didn't work ;(
Monica opening up Bruce's gift. He got a carwash and LOVES it.
Opening up gifts for Rhyan. We got lots of baby girl dresses and outfits along with diapers, a girly boppy pillow, pacifiers and toys for her to play with.
Bruce hanging out with Aunt Lisa and of course making every one laugh.
The hostess with the mostest:
My friends who came to celebrate: Monica
Hanna and Ayu:
And of course Aunt Lisa had to buy Bruce a fitted outfit ;)
Yummy food and decorations:
And my friend Sunni was there, she's the one taking all of the pictures and has practically wardrobed Rhyan for her first year of life and spoils Bruce every chance he gets. She's the one who bought him the red car he can sit in and absolutely loves! I'm so blessed to have great family and friends to help us spoil our babies with lots of love.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
TELL ME ABOUT IT ®
Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today? Her: Park, play group . . .
Okay. I've done Internet searches, I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners . . . I do all those things, too, and I don't do them EVERY DAY. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events) and I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy -- not a bad thing at all -- but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth? Is this a peeing contest ("My life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal? I've got friends with and without kids and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions.
Relax and enjoy. You're funny.
Or you're lying about having friends with kids.
Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.
I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you, is disingenuous indeed.
So, since it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.
It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.
It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.
It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.
It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.
It's also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends, or marvel how much more productively she uses her time. Either make a sincere effort to understand or keep your snit to yourself.
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I was making breakfast for Bruce and needed the watermelon to be cut in half and then quarters and then slices and eventually into tiny edible pieces. I tried to cut the watermelon into half and because our knives badly need to be sharpened I was unsuccessful. I asked Kiel, "Can you please cut the watermelon?" So he cut it in half and then proceeded to walk away.
"Where are you going? I need you to cut this."
"Kiel, Bruce can't eat half a watermelon. I need you to cut it into slices."
"Well, you didn't ask me to cut it into slices."
"Yes, I did. I asked you to cut it."
"Yeah, you said cut it. You didn't say cut it into slices."
And there it was. The technicality that always trips me up when I'm trying to communicate to my husband. And this is when we banter back and forth. I assume he is just trying to irritate me by not doing what I said and he insists he DID do what I said and that's the problem.
Back to the watermelon.
I was completely confused. I thought my instructions were simple and easy to follow. Surely, he couldn't have possibly thought that when I said "...cut the watermelon" I meant just cut it in half? How could that possibly be of any help? This infuriated me for the rest of the day. And for the rest of the day we continued to have communication road blocks.
Me: "The dog needs to go potty."
Kiel: "Does that mean you want me to take the dog out?"
Me: "Bruce needs a bath."
Kiel: "Does that mean you want me to give Bruce a bath?"
Frustrated, I brought up the "watermelon argument" we had that morning. "How could you not know, when I said 'cut the watermelon' I needed you to cut it into edible slices?"
"We are back to the watermelon again? Fine, for now on. I will always cut the watermelon into slices. Never again will I just cut into half. Happy?"
"That's not the point. It's about our communication. How do you not know what I'm saying?"
"Because you want me to read your mind. I am more than happy to do what you ask as long as I know what you're asking. You just need to be more specific."
"Well, if you don't understand what I mean, you can just ask questions."
"Oh, no. I'm not falling into that trap again. Last time I asked questions you yelled at me."
"That's because you were asking questions to purposely annoy me."
"NO. Me asking questions annoyed you."
And now I was stumped. I thought I was specific. It wasn't until I came across this article: "Why do we fight: Blame it on our Brains." By Katherine Rosman. That it finally made sense to me. I had to laugh out loud. It's not EXACTLY like us, but it's pretty darn close.
To read the whole article click on the link above, but here is the part that sums us up in a nutshell:
"Here is how my brain works," Joe said, pointing to a jumble of charts, lines and graphs. He is a big A Quadrant/upper left guy: strong in quantitative, analytical and technical thinking. When he gets stressed, the analysis explained, he gets even more detail-oriented and focused on the sequence of what happened and who said what (B Quadrant/lower left).
If I needed any evidence of his methodical thinking, I might point to the fact that Joe was using a chart to show me why he thinks we got in a fight.
"I've taken it upon myself to conduct an analysis of your brain and you're are all upper and lower right," he said. I consulted the chart. This means I think artistically, emotionally and conceptually.
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know these things about us," I said, tapping into my own Quadrant A logic. Joe looked a bit hurt that I was dismissing his PowerPoint presentation. So sensitive.
So there you have it! Don't you feel like you know us better?