I'm a list maker. I have a calendar that synchs with my phone, my IPAD, my computer, my husband's calendar and most importantly, my head. I'm usually pretty good at mentally keeping post it note reminders stuck in my brain, recalling them at the right moment and completing the task. Current state of having an 18 month old notwithstanding, my normal nature is to be organized. Unless you look in my car. Or my closet. But sometimes friends, it just ain't enough. You feeling me? This week the ... View the Post
13.1. No Joke.
"For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it." Hebrews 12:11 I don’t like running. My body’s not made for it. I think my body is literally surprised (sometimes downright offended) when I pull on the lycra-climate-cooled-micro-fiber-aerodynamic running gear. No matter how cute it looked on the mannequin. And so my body was pretty confident that I was joking when 3 years ago, as I ... View the Post
The day after Tucker was born, we were sitting in our hospital room, my discharge only days away, and we were trying to figure out where we were going to stay. With traffic, it would take us a little under an hour to get to the hospital each day. I already hated being even 1 floor away from Tucker. Our plan was to call local hotels near the hospital and plead our case, explain our situation and hope they would give us a discount on a rate. Then there was a knock at the door. The NICU social ... View the Post
Banana Runts and Rookie Stunts
I'm coming up on a few days of work travel and my first time away from Tucker since he was born (sniff) so I took a day off this week to have some one on one time with our thinks-he's-a-big-shot-now 1 year old. I had the list ready for all that I would accomplish during his nap. A little work. A run on the treadmill (the 1/2 marathon training could be described as dismal). And if he took an extra long nap I would be able to (gasp) read my US Weekly. Maybe even last week's. Double gasp. Here's ... View the Post
The day. Why it’s hard. And awesome.
On my birthday every year, my mom calls me-around noon usually, and says, " This was it, 30...(er something) years ago, you arrived! Right at lunchtime! It was the happiest day ever!". My grandmother usually calls too- she recounts her favorite story from that day-the day she forgot her own telephone number because she was so excited that I finally arrived (I was 8 days late). She went to call my grandad-but in her elation, she couldn't remember her home telephone number. I can hear, even after ... View the Post
Sturdy Girls Unite!
So remember when I started this blog and I said that sometimes my posts would have little or nothing to do with being a preemie mom. That I reserve the right to compose an entire post on brownies? Well. Here you go. No brownies but something that's been on my mind and I wanted to share. And guys-this one is probably more girl-focused, sorry. But don't stop reading, you might recognize your wife or your mom or your daughter in here somewhere. And if you do-make her get out from behind the ... View the Post