Thursday, April 30, 2009

Sunday, April 26, 2009

You know you are old when....

I have been spending a lot of time with my high school girlfriends, lately. A few of them have moved back here recently, and this has created a reunion of sorts. We are all getting to know each other again, and do some of the things we used to do.

Friday night, on a whim, I called Curtis and asked him if he would watch Charlie while my girlfriend and I went out on the town. She has a little girl too, and so it provided an opportunity for the two of us to get out of the house and head downtown. We started off our night at a local bar, and before long, you could tell we were some of the oldest girls in the place. We moved on to one of the other local hangouts we used to frequent, and with the same result, we found ourselves headed out to find something more "our age." My girlfriend got hit on by a boy, er uh, a guy, that could not have been more than 22 years old. When I asked him what he did for a living, he danced around the topic, and then finally ended up with "Well, I am done with school if that is what you mean." Ha! A graduate, hitting on a couple of MILF's. He said we were drawing "attention" to that side of the bar. LOL!!! As I drove home, I thought to myself.... "you know you are old when"....You get hit on by a 22 year old GVSU graduate.

Saturday morning, we piled the two kids in the car, and we headed to a local church sale. They were selling all kids stuff, and we were looking for a deal. We had a blast scoping out the deals at that sale, and then we headed back home. I had remembered seeing a sign for a "second best" sale at our highschool. I didn't really think we would go, but as we drove by, we decided to stop. We pulled into the "senior parking lot" and unloaded our strollers and our babies. We wheeled up to the gymnasium and strolled on in. This is where the feeling old part really takes hold. The gym still smelled of early pubescent man-sweat. The bleachers were still dingy and tired looking, yet the gym felt like it had not changed a single bit over the last 12 years. We were almost in shock over being in that place, that we were barely paying attention to what was on sale. It was bizarre.

We didn't end up leaving with anything from the sale. But, I did leave that place with a sense of feeling old. It was a fundraiser for the class of 2010. 2010!!! We joked on the way home about our adventure back to our high school. Would we have thought that 12 years from graduation we would be wheeling our strollers into the gym for a second-hand sale?? HECK NO!

A trip back to high school, and a night out at the bar amongst college kids, accomplished one thing:

I now feel old :o)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Nothing But The Blood

Easter is about forgiveness and repentance; it's about pain and suffering, and renewal and rebirth. It is about our salvation. For Christians, this is it. This is the what it's all about.

I got an Easter card from my very wise Grammy. She is the definition of what it means to be a Christian woman. In her card, she had written 9 special words. These words were spoken at my Grandaddy's funeral and these are words that I will NEVER forget.

"In the sure and certain hope of the resurrection."

The Lord is Risen, He is Risen Indeed.

Friday, April 10, 2009


We had Charlie's 6 month photos taken on Saturday.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A Birth Story--for my Son, on his half-birthday

Dear Charles,

6 months ago yesterday, I woke up at 2am with what I thought were terrible gas pains. I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for that afternoon, because my ultrasound the day before (Monday) showed that the cord was around your neck. They wanted to do a non-stress test to be sure that all was well in the womb, and that you could continue to stay in there for a few more days. I was already set to be induced because of my gestational diabetes on that Wednesday night. I remember feeling giddy that the likelihood of having a 10-9-08 baby was almost inevitable at that point (Amy and Tiff were probably jealous for a minute there!!) I had plans to go to work on Tuesday. By 4am, I figured I might want to start "timing" these gas pains. By 6 am, Daddy was awake and calling into work. I was still in denial that this WAS labor. I now know that it really was labor. I was having a baby!!

We went to the doctor's office for the NST at 3pm that day. I had been contracting all day long, even though I didn't really know it. The NST came out perfectly, and Dr. Klyn told us to stay at home until the contractions started getting much closer together. At that point, they were still very sporadic, and Dr. Klyn was not convinced I was in full blown labor yet. I was not dilated very far at that point, and she still thought we might still have another day or we would go ahead with the induction on Wednesday night.

Daddy and I came home, and we relaxed for a bit. I wanted to grill the steak we had waiting in the refrigerator, because I was afraid it was going to go bad. I have never thanked your Dad for suggesting chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese, but I really should. He saved me a whole lot of suffering later on!! By 9pm, my contractions were getting worse and worse. I could barely talk through them at that point, and we were having to try the different laboring positions and techniques that we had so diligently learned. Mostly, though, I just rocked on the bed in agony, while Dad rubbed my back. Around 11pm, I knew we needed to get going. I still remember the drive in the car on the way there. I used to always think that crazy ladies in the movies, yelling at their husbands, was just some sort of Hollywood farce. But, I learned that you really do become a crazy lady. I told him to throw out the air freshener that was in the car, because it was going to make me sick. I yelled at him to hit the gas. I was certain we were having a baby in the car, at that very moment :o) Yeah, crazy. He got us there safe and sound, and next thing I knew, I was in a wheelchair, waiting for the triage nurse to push me into the elevator.

We got into triage, and I was dilated to 4.5+ cm. It was music to my ears to hear that they were going to let us stay. I don't know what I would have done if they had sent us home!! At that point, the highlight of the experience so far, was the realization in triage that I wasn't going to have to be induced, and that you decided to come on your own. I really was in labor!!...... And then I puked :0) The nurse asked if I wanted the anesthesiologist, and I immediately gave in. I had wanted a natural birth. I had studied the techniques and educated myself, but when it got down to it, I was in a lot of pain, I was exhausted, and I needed some rest if I was going to have a baby the next day. I called my doula and told her about my decision. I probably should have waited for her to talk me down, but I was ready. I knew what I needed to do at that point.

By 1am, I had the epidural, and I was resting so easy at that point. I labored well into the morning hours. At 5am, my water broke on it's own. No assistance was needed by the doctors or the nurses. You knew you wanted out of there, and you wanted out right away. By 10am, I was ready to push. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed and pushed. I watched in the mirror as your head would appear, and then disappear. You had different plans for your entrance into this world. After 3 long hours of pushing, and the help of Dr. Klyn and Dr. Wolfe, we collectively decided that your little head was turned the wrong way, and you were only going to come out via Cesarean section. I was devastated that my plan had seemingly flown out the window. But, at that moment, and after those many hours, my desire to meet you once and for all, outweighed the angst about my "plan." You had a different plan, and you showed us that we needed to learn to start compromising right away.

At 2:27pm, Dr. Klyn and Dr. Wolfe pulled you out of my tummy. I remember waiting to hear you cry, and asking your Dad if you were okay. I was panicky, as I couldn't see a single bit of what was going on. I just wanted to hear and see my little boy! And then I heard your little cry. Oh, sweet relief!! I have never felt so many emotions in my entire life. Your Dad brought you over, all swaddled up like a burrito, just waiting to check out your mama. My heart melted. My little
Charlie was here.

8 lbs, 9oz * 19.5 inches * 2:27pm * October 8, 2008


You are 6 months old today. You can sit on your own, and roll over and over on the living room floor. You love sweet potatoes, and squash, but you aren't so sure about the fruits quite yet. They are sour!! You absolutely love water, and have never once complained about bath time. I think you get that from me. I can't wait to introduce you to Lake Michigan, Gun Lake and the pool!! You were a fussy boy in the beginning, but now you are such an easy going little dude. You only get fussy when you are hungry or tired. You are curious about Sylvia, and when she meows, you stop what you are doing, and stare her down intently. She really does love you. I can see it in her eyes. She wants your attention, and you are surely going to give it to her. You love the Jumperoo, and Daddy makes you laugh hysterically while you are jumping away. You are ticklish on your belly, your thighs, on your cheeks, and on your feet. You are one ticklish little boy! We love to get a giggle out of you on the changing table before bed. You already love ESPN. I hate to say it, but the TV has grabbed your attention, and it's all about sports for you. Basketball, hockey, you name it. You love the movement on the screen. I wonder if you will be a sports freak like your Dad is. You have big blue eyes, and puffy cheeks, and you have that rosebud mouth like I have. We have a ton of nicknames for you. Monkey, Sir, Mr. Man, Little Buddy, just to name a few. You make funny sounds, and you can contort your face in such a manner that I crack up every single time. You really do make us laugh our heads off!

You are a light in this dark world, my son. I am truly joyful to be your mama, and I can't wait to get to know you better. You are a blessing that I am so proud to have created.

Happy Half Birthday, Charlie.

I love you,


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

March Madness and April Fools

I am going "mad." And it's not even March anymore. The basketball tournament is upon us, and bracketology is in full effect in this house. Curtis has his red pen out; diligently marking off the teams that have met defeat. The basketball announcers voices are now familiar to me. Yes, I can name them by their voice, without even looking at their faces. We are huge fans of our Alma-mater, and we love cheering them on. They are Final Four bound, with a big game on Saturday night. We are flying the green and white outside our house, and Curtis has his window flag flying out of his car. Yep, you might just cut me and I might just bleed a little green and white :o)

In March of 1999, I was a sophomore at Michigan State. I was living on Beal Street at the time, and I got my first real taste of MSU basketball that year. We made it to the Final Four, and we were set to play Duke. I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was a big night in the news for East Lansing, as well. It was the "night of Cedar Village", one of the very infamous riots on MSU's campus. MSU ended up losing, and well, everyone went apeshit, apparently :o) I never made it over to Cedar Village that night, (I swear) but I did use that night as a source of a pretty funny April Fools joke. I called my Dad on April 1, 1999 (10 years ago! HOLY CRAP!!) and I told him that I had something very important to tell him. I asked him to promise me that he would not be angry with me. I can still hear his stern voice saying, "Just tell me what is going on." I gulped, and then I said it. "Dad, I was arrested over the weekend. For indecent exposure. You know those riots.....?" I went on to give him a pretty short, but good story, that involved breast exposure, and cops, and burning cars, before I finally busted out laughing and told him that the joke was on him. I could HEAR his face turning white. I think he gurgled and maybe he even passed out for a second. It was one of the better jokes I have played for April Fools.

I really never cared for this "joke" day. I always seem to be had on April Fools. And I can never muster up enough of a poker face to really pull a good one over on someone else. I tried telling Curtis that I was pregnant last night, but that failed. He knew I was lying almost immediately :o) That is why I take such pride in my big prank against my Dad. It really does qualify as my best effort EVER as far as April Fools Day goes. Maybe 10 or 20 years from now, I will be receiving a call from Charlie, with some elaborate story about how he got into trouble.
Then the joke will really be on me.
(Note: He would get extra bonus points if MSU was in the Final Four, and he was attending the school :o)

And now, I must do a shout out to my team: To be a part of a school when they win a championship of any kind is awesome. I can honestly say I have been there, done that, and what an AMAZING experience it was. I rushed the streets of East Lansing after we beat Florida in the 2000 tourney. I have reveled in this sport and this team for 10 solid years now. The excitement will forever live on in this household. Fo-eva.

Now, everyone brace yourselves for the awesomeness: