Typically, our lives are about as exciting as drying cement, yet somehow incredibly stressful. I am not sure how that combination coincides, I just know that it does. Josh has completed his second year of Medical School, and on June 10th he took the first step of his boards. This is huge for us! and finally, it allowed us the opportunity to breathe a little. So, we have been playing like crazy the last few weeks. Here are some pictures from our many adventures.
We went down to Chicago to pick up and drop of McKenna, Josh's sister, who came to visit. We were able to site see a little, and visit Lincoln Park Zoo, which is right downtown. It went surprisingly well, since I pretty much plan on every outing we venture on to be a train wreck. I think that we all had fun though.
We have spent lots of time at the pool here at our condo. The boys are crazy in the water. They absolutely love jumping in, and as you can see, I've got them outfitted such that I dare them to sink!
We visited Lake Michigan a few times. My boys love throwing rocks into the water.
Our last big adventure before Josh gets busy again with his pediactric rotation was a little trip that we took to Madison. We left yesterday, and thanks to the kindness of Margie, a work associate, and friend, we were able to spend the night in a beautiful condo, and then Josh and I ran a 10K together while she watched the kids this morning. She even took them to the farmer's market. They bought strawberries and cheese curds, and Margie kept telling Will that it was indeed cheese, but he thought she was crazy, because cheese doesn't look like that.
The race...so, as I mentioned earlier in the week, I have been sick and the thought of running a phlegm filled 6 miles was just not appealing, but I decided to be tough and just do it. Josh ran it with me, and I'm thankful he was there. Thanks to him, I was able to run the race about two and half minutes faster than I ran the same race last year. I feel pretty stinking good about that since I'm still all plugged up. Yay, us!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
You're so lucky!
My neighbor said to me the other day, "You're so lucky to be able to spend nice, relaxing days watching your kids play outside." My response was quick, "Have you met my kids?" Surely, he was being sarcastic. Still, I am unsure what he meant. This is the same neighbor who seemed shocked and appalled when I told him we were planning on having more kids. He thought two was plenty. I told him where I come from having only two kids means I'm just getting warmed up.
He is right though, I am lucky. It's nice to be a mom, and certainly nice to feel needed, Heaven knows I feel needed. If it weren't for me people would starve, bugs might invade, mold would grow, and somehow everything would remain lost, because I'm the only one that was given the gift of really looking.
There are moments, however, when I think to myself, "Nobody told me about this!" For instance last night at 11:30 when I was standing outside our garage with a garden hose, power washing chunks of throw up off Isaac's bedding...nobody told me about this. I suppose my mom used to do that too, but she must have had super powers to become invisible, because I don't remember seeing it. Maybe I have that too. A side note-something else nobody told me about was how necessary the power washing phase of throw up cleaning is. You can't just throw that stuff in your washing machine and expect it to all just disappear. Nope, put throw up covered laundry into the washer, and when the cycle is done and you open the lid, what you get is laundry and cleaned off throw up chunks. Almost as though you just sent the throw up for a day at the spa, it comes out looking a little cleaner, a little fresher, but still there.
To be fair, nobody told me...how much you can be frustrated and tired, and how still at the end of the day you go to bed musing over the days events and laughing at the balls of hilarity that toddlers are. Pretty lucky.
He is right though, I am lucky. It's nice to be a mom, and certainly nice to feel needed, Heaven knows I feel needed. If it weren't for me people would starve, bugs might invade, mold would grow, and somehow everything would remain lost, because I'm the only one that was given the gift of really looking.
There are moments, however, when I think to myself, "Nobody told me about this!" For instance last night at 11:30 when I was standing outside our garage with a garden hose, power washing chunks of throw up off Isaac's bedding...nobody told me about this. I suppose my mom used to do that too, but she must have had super powers to become invisible, because I don't remember seeing it. Maybe I have that too. A side note-something else nobody told me about was how necessary the power washing phase of throw up cleaning is. You can't just throw that stuff in your washing machine and expect it to all just disappear. Nope, put throw up covered laundry into the washer, and when the cycle is done and you open the lid, what you get is laundry and cleaned off throw up chunks. Almost as though you just sent the throw up for a day at the spa, it comes out looking a little cleaner, a little fresher, but still there.
To be fair, nobody told me...how much you can be frustrated and tired, and how still at the end of the day you go to bed musing over the days events and laughing at the balls of hilarity that toddlers are. Pretty lucky.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
A Little Hesitant...
For some time now, people have been giving us their blog addresses and asking for mine, when I quickly say, "Oh, I don't have one." It is always followed by them saying, "You should do one, it really is fun!" Then I would go on telling them, something like, "what's the point? nobody would read it." With this in mind, I proceed in starting a blog anyway, knowing that there is a good chance that nobody will ever read it. It's too bad really, because they don't know what they will be missing. Please sit down and enjoy the ride as I prove my case that I am worth reading.
I have a cold.
I joke with my family especially those of us that are well-endowed (in the nose area) that the "badness" of a cold directly correlates with the size of the nose. My colds always follow the same course of action, and now that I'm blogging, it seems you all get to share this with me. Day 1 to day 1 and 1/2 is the sore throat phase. Not just any sore throat, but rather, the kind where your throat is a fire cauldron, and every thing that you swallow just happens to be laced with knives, or so it seems. Then, the congestion sets in around the second day. This is where I currently lie. The kind of congestion where you swallow, and you feel this pull of pressure from every direction in your head. You spend all day blowing and blowing your nose, but you never get anything out, but then something absolutely mysterious happens. One minute you are at the door thanking the UPS man for your package, and then suddenly you cover your face in horror as you realize that snot is dripping from your nose and onto said package while the delivery man is handing it to you. (true story) It's as though someone just turns on the flood gates, for a brief moment, and with this comes the hope that just maybe the congestion will subside, but that is never the case. Unfortunately, the phenomenon goes as quickly as it comes.
There is a silver-lining in all of this. I have never had my three year old rally around me, and genuinely cheer for my success like he does when I am, "blowing all my boogers out of there" Go mommy, go! It's nice to feel loved.
I have a cold.
I joke with my family especially those of us that are well-endowed (in the nose area) that the "badness" of a cold directly correlates with the size of the nose. My colds always follow the same course of action, and now that I'm blogging, it seems you all get to share this with me. Day 1 to day 1 and 1/2 is the sore throat phase. Not just any sore throat, but rather, the kind where your throat is a fire cauldron, and every thing that you swallow just happens to be laced with knives, or so it seems. Then, the congestion sets in around the second day. This is where I currently lie. The kind of congestion where you swallow, and you feel this pull of pressure from every direction in your head. You spend all day blowing and blowing your nose, but you never get anything out, but then something absolutely mysterious happens. One minute you are at the door thanking the UPS man for your package, and then suddenly you cover your face in horror as you realize that snot is dripping from your nose and onto said package while the delivery man is handing it to you. (true story) It's as though someone just turns on the flood gates, for a brief moment, and with this comes the hope that just maybe the congestion will subside, but that is never the case. Unfortunately, the phenomenon goes as quickly as it comes.
There is a silver-lining in all of this. I have never had my three year old rally around me, and genuinely cheer for my success like he does when I am, "blowing all my boogers out of there" Go mommy, go! It's nice to feel loved.
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