s
nose with a bulb syringe which I guess set off a chain reaction and
made the her turn into a screaming banshee. Needless to say, she must of
thought mommy didn't love her cause even after I had everything set up,
Gabriella continued on her tirade. She screamed with such force, I
fear my hearing maybe permanently damaged. She was still screaming with
a bottle in her mouth...a little bit like this..AHHHHHHA...suck
suck...AHHHHHA...suck suck suck....Ahha..suck..ah..suck. Well you get
the picture, needless to say, my easy breezy but to bed baby...was not
so easy breezy tonight...DID I MENTION SHE THROWS THINGS TOO!!!! Ouch
my head hurts!!!
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
One sick miserable baby + NOT Sticking to a bedtime schedule = TOTAL BABY HYSTERIA
One would of thought that I was skinning
Gabriella alive or abusing her in some other way but I wasn't. I was
getting the humidifier from Joannie's room to bring into the nursery, so
I put Gabriella in her crib for safe keeping. Before heading off on
said venture, I had suctioned my sweet baby turned demon child'
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Feeling Nostalgic
As I made breakfast today, which was a wonderful French Toast and Maple
Sausage, our weather was cool and rainy. This made me remember my life
growing up in Orange County, California when all year around rain or
shine my adopted dad would make pancakes or hot breakfast for the family
out in the backyard on the gas grill. I also thought about swimming in the pool during the rain,
as long as it wasn't thundering or lightning in the area. These are two
of my fondest memories as a child, beside eating outside in our covered
porch. Maybe this is why, even with my two beautiful girls on Saturdays
when nothing is planned I enjoy making our family a hot breakfast,
having the doors and windows open, feeling the breeze of fall or spring,
and just being in the moment. Yes, it may take a little preparation and
planning to do, but quite seriously these are memory making moments that I live for and hope my girls continue on with.
We are also potty training our oldest, Joannie, and today has me thinking of traveling with multiple trips to the potty with my adopted family. "Jenn, do you have to go potty? Do you need to go number 1 or number 2?" As a creative 5-6 year old that I was I came up with an extra number that usually would combine both number 1 and 2, which would then equal number 3, this would mean that I had an upset tummy and had to go diarrhea. Well, the first time I used it, no one understood what I meant and I was asked "Jenn, what is number 3?" The very brilliant, intelligent me replied calmly, "It's when you pee and poop at the same time and it comes out of my tushy."
These are just a few of my favorite memories that have me going today, besides sugar and caffeine which every mother has hidden some where in her parenting repertoire. Wishing all my mommy friends a wonderful and a blessed day. Hug your kids because they just grow up way too darn fast!
We are also potty training our oldest, Joannie, and today has me thinking of traveling with multiple trips to the potty with my adopted family. "Jenn, do you have to go potty? Do you need to go number 1 or number 2?" As a creative 5-6 year old that I was I came up with an extra number that usually would combine both number 1 and 2, which would then equal number 3, this would mean that I had an upset tummy and had to go diarrhea. Well, the first time I used it, no one understood what I meant and I was asked "Jenn, what is number 3?" The very brilliant, intelligent me replied calmly, "It's when you pee and poop at the same time and it comes out of my tushy."
These are just a few of my favorite memories that have me going today, besides sugar and caffeine which every mother has hidden some where in her parenting repertoire. Wishing all my mommy friends a wonderful and a blessed day. Hug your kids because they just grow up way too darn fast!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Just One Of Those Moments In Life
I'm sure some of you have a place
where you go, and you can remember the first time you stepped foot
into this place. Have you ever just sat there and replayed those
events in your mind? Well, this past Saturday, was my youngest,
Gabriella's first birthday. Instead of being at home, spending it
with her. I was getting the fellowship hall at our church ready. I
boiled off the pasta for the macaroni and cheese, which I made all
from scratch except for the macaroni. I set up the tables and chairs
all by myself, not because I'm supermom, but because I needed to keep
myself busy so I wouldn't think about the two angels I have waiting
for me in heaven. I sat down for a bit and called a family friend
back who had called to wish Gabriella, a wonderful birthday.
After the phone call, I was sitting in
our fellowship hall and my mind started playing all the times, I had
been to this building. I was here on my honeymoon in 2008, as a new
bride traveling to meet my husband's family. I was shy, quiet,
reserve, and very nervous about if his' family would like me.
Approximately 2 years ago, we moved to Pittsburgh, PA and I started
attending this church with my then 6 month old baby girl. I replayed
in my mind her baby dedication with her grandpa, great aunt, and
great uncle looking on. Fast forward, to when Chris and I joined the
church. Quickly, in my mind I jumped forward again, to when Chris and
I announce our pregnancy with our lovely, Gabriella. Little did we
know then, that she was going to be a girl who would change our
lives. Little did we know then that she would be our last child. My
mind moved forward to her baby shower, where we welcomed her to our
church family.
All this got me thinking about how
many bridal showers, baby showers, engagement parties, birthday
parties, wedding receptions, and various different events this church
has seen. What would these walls say if they could talk? What would
the building say if it could talk? Then I realized, that I am a part
of the church, the church isn't just a building it's me! It's me in
how I treat my children. It's me in how I treat my family. It's me
in how I treat a complete stranger. I am the body of Christ, I am
His' Church, and I am His' Bride. The Church is the Bride of Christ.
Then shouldn't our lives demonstrate this to others. I have loved
and lost, but who knows this very few close friends and my church.
Does anyone else besides my church know the reason I write? The
reason I blog? That I even blog at all?
I'm not someone who wants to be
recognized, but I am someone who believes that God has me here for a
purpose, just like the fellowship hall has a purpose. I may not know
what my purpose is right now. I may not ever realize in my lifetime
what my purpose was. But I know that no matter what I do, I am right
now fulfilling God's purpose as a mother to my two beautiful young
girls. And that for me is just one of those moments in life that I am
learning to be content with.
May we all have the moments in life,
that are just one of those moments that we look and reflect on. May
we all have just one of those moments in life always!
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
What Side of the River Are you From?
Pittsburgh is truly a
wonderful place to visit. The most amazing sight is when you are
driving through the Ft. Pitt Tunnel and you reach the Ft. Duquense,
there is the city of Pittsburgh laid out before you in all her glory.
This is how I first saw Pittsburgh, while I was back here in 2008 on
my honeymoon. If one had told me then, that I a California native
would move here. I probably would of chalked that person as crazy.
But now 4 years later, here I am living in Pittsburgh for the past 2
years. There are some things I, being the outsider, have noticed
about people in Pittsburgh. I will travel across the three rivers to
go to interviews, doctors appointments, meet with friends, and
church. But living on the other side of the river in Scott Township
means that not very many if any people are willing to travel to me.
So being a mom, with two
young beautiful girls isn't that easy to meet other moms and their
children. I grew up being told very often that in order to be a
friend one had to be friendly with others. While I am somewhat
private, but I am honest, perhaps that is why I am writing this
article. Because I've found that most mom's in Pittsburgh, generally
stick to their neck of the woods where they are the most comfortable.
In California or Washington state, I know without a doubt that the
parents are more friendlier. But here it seems that parents are very
suspicious of other parents. And rightly so, as a parent one needs to
be vigilant, but so much to the extreme that you don't say hello to
the other mom or dad. The children in my neighborhood are all school
age children, my oldest isn't even 3 years old yet. Most MOPS groups
meet during the early morning, which is not a convenient time for me
all the time. Have you ever tried waking up a 2 ½ year old and an
almost 1 year old to be out of the house by 8:30 am? It's not an
easy task to do, I'm not saying some moms can do it, but this mom
can't. Honestly a night time or early evening MOPS program would
work best for my family, but these programs are designated for older
children, not younger children like mine. I've tried to start a moms
play group with some friends on Facebook, but I don't get people who
are interested. So instead my mom friends are women, I know only
from my church in Brighton Heights.
I guess one day, when my
2 ½ year old and almost 1 year old head off to school then maybe
they will have friends and I will be able to become hopefully
friendly with their parents. But until then, I guess I will just bide
my time, trying to be friendly to not-so-friendly parents at the
malls and parks where my children play.
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