/ The RE's Muse: July 2007

The RE's Muse

After 4 years of infertility, 2 surgeries, 1 miscarriage, and 19 months of high risk pregnancies, hubby and I now have two little women in our lives--one a toddler, the other not far behind. Buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna be a wild ride.

Friday, July 27, 2007

From sleeping beauty...

...to bathing beauty in five short months. How fast time is going these days! This pic was taken during D's first trip to the beach a few weeks ago. The day was a little overcast but that was a good thing, seeing as how when the sun is out in full force here, it literally takes minutes to broil alive at our beaches. We brought the umbrella and had a lovely time...

with the exception of getting hit by a rogue wave while I had my back turned and was holding D. A was a few feet away, holding J, and we were talking while looking at the shore, backs to the small waves that had been rolling in regularly. All of the sudden, I see it at the last second and jump up somewhat to spare D the impact. I take the hit, come up a few seconds later, minus my sunglasses clip (a magnetic clip that came with/sits on my prescription eyeglasses) with D perfectly dry. I watched the roiling surf helplessly looking to see if my clip would float up even though it's not buoyant. I took a few steps and A told me to kiss it goodbye. Talk about putting a damper on my day, especially when it had been so lovely up until then.

I took a few more steps and my left foot steps on something on the bottom. Wait, it can't be. Yes, indeed, I plunge a hand down and come up with my sunglasses. Talk about the fates being on my side. And like that, the day was redeemed.

See, that's about the extent of exciting things to happen around these parts lately. Outside of someone starting solid foods last month (loves squash and carrots, while green beans make her very gassy--to the point of discomfort gassy), and sitting up on her own like a champ. Every day my heart soars more and more with love and pride for my girls, just when I think it can't get any fuller.

This time is precious...and fleeting.
In the words of Billy Joel, these are the days to remember because they will not last forever.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Enter the princess

For the past few weeks, J has been dramatically throwing her pink satin-backed blankie over her shoulders, satin-side out, wrapping it closely around herself and saying "Look mommy, I a princess!"

Since she asked to go poop on the potty yesterday all by herself (not once but twice--yippee!), I gave her a little present afterwards: this princess tiara and earring set.
Think she liked them?

Friday, July 06, 2007


...both literally and figuratively. It has rained (and by that I mean, rock the rafters thunder and lightning) every day for the last week. A good portion of our yard is under 3 - 4 inches or so of water.

I also find myself swamped with managing the household tasks, working from home, and taking care of the little ones. Luckily, J is in "school" full-time but D is home with me for at least the next 7 months or so. As she gets older, she wants and (for now) needs more and more of my time, which means that my work and personal life are suffering. In turn, that then leaves me little time for wiping my own ass blogging so radio silence abounds.

Know that I'm here, checking up on y'all, but unable to comment very often :-( thanks to the late nights spent trying to work after the girls each go to bed.

And since you don't come here to listen to me bitch, time for a girls!girls!girls! update. D started rolling over tummy to back this past week. Whew--another milestone reached on target. I worry because if any lingering trouble(s) from her early stroke/seizures are going to happen, it/they will show up in developmental delays between 3 and 9 months (or so I'm told). So far, nothing; knock on wood it continues that way. Personally, I'll feel much more relaxed about it come 12 months or so but, until then, the A-Ds help tremendously.

Miss J, on the other hand, has recently started talking about boobs and 'ginas (seems she recently discovered hers while in the tub one night)--as in, "Mommy's boobs!" (said while sitting on my lap and looking down my shirt), followed by her picking up two small plastic balls, holding them to her chest and saying "Juliana's boobs!" followed by her maniacal laughter. Bath- and/or shower-time finds her making happy exclamations of "Juliana wash 'gina!" or "Juliana wash hiney!" So proud of herself and rightfully so...

after all, "a clean butt is a happy butt."
And with that pearl of wisdom, I'll sign off for the evening.

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