Things around here have really calmed down, and, dare I say, gotten back to "normal", if you want to call it that. The new phrase "burn scar" has infiltrated into our collective vocabularies, and right now, what with all of the heavy rain (yay!), we've heard a lot about mudslides and flash flooding and such at the "burn scar area". No major problems yet, just some road and highway closures. I am so thankful that we can now keep the windows wide open during the day, and it sure makes a difference when you're able to let fresh air and cooler breezes into the house. We've even been back to the pool, although it's been a few days due to the heavy storms in the late afternoons, which is our favorite time to go. My overall sense of security has started to come back too, thankfully.
In other news, we are off to upstate New York next Tuesday for two weeks to visit Grandpa and Grandma (or, in K-speak, that would be "Gampa" and "Gamma".). I must admit, I'm kinda anxious about the long plane flights each way...we are taking a red-eye out with the hopes that she will sleep most of the way. We did this during the first leg of our trip out east for Christmas, and it worked like a charm. Even though this is the first time she'll have her own seat instead of curling up on my lap, I think I'll be able to raise the arm rest and help her curl up with her blankie and her ever-faithful Bunny sort of halfway on my lap. On the way back we are leaving around 6:30 pm, which may allow her to sleep *most* of the way back. I'm especially nervous about that flight because it was a NIGHTMARE on the way back from our Christmas trip...she became overtired and would NOT sleep, but instead fussed for what felt like hours, making me desperately want the floor to open up and swallow both of us. My mantra: "We will never see these people ever again...we will never see these people ever again..." Yeah. Didn't work. I really don't want a repeat of that particular scenario. But we'll see...wish us luck. We have already talked about going blueberry picking, going to the beach at a local state park, hiking around in several parks unique to that area, visiting some great antiques places, playing in the back yard...you name it. My parents still have the kiddie sized swimming pool and sandbox we used as kids, not to mention the shiny red tricycle I rode when I was little. The possibilities are endless! My dad has not seen K since Christmas--she's changed so much!--and my mom hasn't seen her since February. They are soo looking forward to this visit! It's going to be hard to leave.
I have also made a big decision that I think was always in the cards somewhere...sometime in the next three years or so we will be moving back to the Syracuse area. Why? Well, I can't deny that my parents are getting older (now 71 and 72) and even though they're still wholly independent, they won't be so forever. My brothers live quite far away from them (Denver and Red Wing, MN) and don't have any intention of moving closer. I'm also the only one of us three sibs who has a child, and I feel like *someone* needs to be closer-by "just in case". There's no rush, but I also want my parental units to be able to see Miss K more often, and...ahem...to take advantage of some built-in babysitting opportunities. I really don't want to move back until baby number two has arrived (OR until I am in some sort of peace about having "only" one child, which I have not found my way to...yet). My hometown has several terrific school systems to pick from, and the pay in my field is definitely higher with a relatively comparable cost of living. I lived there during my first three years of teaching, and it was great having my parents close-by...thank goodness they are not the type to stop by unannounced or to be all smothery and so forth and so on. I will definitely miss all the sunshine my state gets, though...Syracuse is infamous for weeks and weeks on end of cloudy skies and no sunshine. I hate it in the wintertime. But the other three seasons are quite nice, so it's not a horrible idea. In some ways I am NOT thrilled about moving back, but the pluses far outweigh the drawbacks, and I feel like it simply has to be done.
Only about a month left before school starts up again! Yikes! We start with all the teacher stuff around August 12th. I am NOT ready. But I will be as we get closer. This week's projects include mailing off several packages of eBay sales, and painting a dresser a lovely shade of turquoise to match K's bedroom. I can't wait till it's done...we so need the storage space for her clothes. Her stuff is mostly hung in the closet, as well as in a *small* three-drawer dresser that lives in the closet below the clothes rod. I am hoping it will look great once it's painted. Oh, and I have four HUGE studded snowtires taking up space in the corner of the kitchen...I posted them on Craigslist and I am dearly hoping that someone will take them off my hands. And soon. I just sold a Pilates machine via Craigslist, so here's hoping.
So many updates about Miss K, but that's a whole other post entirely. She amazes me on a daily basis. She also makes me laugh ALL the time. I have a few more pics to post too...better get on that.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!! :)
Monday, July 9, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
I am one of the lucky ones.
It's been a harrowing week.
I don't even know how to start this post...it's been very traumatic for all of the residents of my city. One week ago today, the Waldo Canyon fire began in a popular hiking area to the west of my city, and grew quickly to over 17,000 acres. Over 32,000 people had been evacuated, but now it's down to less than 6,000. As of today, 347 homes have been destroyed, and there were two fatalities, two bodies found in the rubble of one of the hardest-hit neighborhoods. It really felt like living in the middle of a nightmare. Thankfully, the fire is now 45 percent contained, which is fantastic news, considering it was only ten percent contained this past Thursday. They have been predicting that it will be fully contained by July fifteenth, but many are convinced that it will be quite a bit sooner considering the progress they have made over the last few days.
My neighborhood was evacuated this past Tuesday, when very strong winds forced the fire over a ridge and into the western-most neighborhood in the city. The fire traveled very quickly into several northwestern neighborhoods, surprising just about everyone. The extremely hot temperatures (think 100 plus), high winds, and just about no humidity whatsoever created a very scary situation for the northwestern part of the city, right where we live.
K and I had run a few errands and had gone to the mall to visit the pet store, and as we left, we noticed it had gotten much smokier, and darker, like dusk. Black smoke was pouring into the sky above us from just over the mountains in the near distance, and many people had gathered in the mall parking lot to watch and take pictures. We didn't think that much of it at the time since the wind had been moving smoke in various directions since Saturday, until we got into the car and heard on the radio that the smoke had gotten very thick in the Rockrimmon (our neighborhood) area, and police were starting to block it off. I headed home, getting increasingly worried as we drove up Woodmen Road towards the side road that would take us to our condo. As we started to drive uphill across a bridge a few blocks from our turnoff, traffic slowed to a crawl, and then to a stop. We were stuck on the bridge, two lanes in each directions, in bumper-to-bumper traffic at a dead stop.
All of a sudden I heard a siren behind us, and I looked and saw it was an ambulance with its lights and siren going. I couldn't imagine how it was going to get through. A few cars ahead of me, a man jumped out of his car and started furiously directing traffic, pointing at people to inch into the righthand lane, and showing people where to go in order to fit everyone into this lane or that one. He really was amazing, and I have no idea who he was. I swear, it looked like he was trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle, and I can hardly believe he did it. He had cleared out the middle lane to my right, and slowly but surely the ambulance inched by and picked up speed up the hill. In the meantime, we all were still stuck right where we were, and I had to make a lefthand turn up ahead. My heart sank as I saw that cars were just pouring out of Rockrimmon, coming towards me, and a lefthand turn seemed less and less likely. Police officers had started directing traffic up ahead, and to my horror, I saw that they seemed to be forcing all of the cars to make a u-turn and head down the hill. My condo subdivision was just up ahead to the left, and I realized that it was entirely possible that I wouldn't be able to get home at all. I felt relieved, though, when I saw a black pickup truck make the same turn that I wanted to, and I held my breath as I approached the intersection where I wanted to make a lefthand turn. At first the police officer wasn't going to let me, but at the last moment he seemed to say, "What the heck," and waved me onto the road I needed, that led to my subdivision.
I was quite shaky, considering the amount of smoke in the air, and lots of fine ash was falling all around us. Little one had fallen sound asleep in the car, which turned out to be a major blessing. I got her inside, and she continued to sleep after I laid her on the sofa. I was already planning to pack us up and leave because of the smoke, but once I turned on the TV, I saw that my whole neighborhood was under mandatory evacuation orders. The main thing I had been dreading since the fire started last Saturday. Fortunately we still had about an hour or so to get out...the TV broadcasters were saying that it wasn't exactly a "Leave now" situation, but that we had a little time to take care of things. It reminded me strongly of ten years ago this month, when I found myself in the middle of the Hayman fire situation. We were on standby evacuation for a while, which was stressful enough, but we ended up not having to leave at all. I still vividly remember that same smell of smoke in the air ten years ago that I've been smelling here for the past week. I always thought I loved that campfire smell, but now I'm sure it won't ever be a favorite again.
So how do you decide what to bring with you? It's like that age-old question, if your house were burning down, what one possession would you take with you? In this case, I had to pack up a Jeep Wrangler, which honestly doesn't hold that much, especially with a convertible rear-facing carseat in the back. I grabbed everything I could think of that I can't replace. All of the handmade quilts in K's room. A painting of my father that my mother painted years ago. A watercolor that I had done in tenth grade. Two framed cross-stitches that my late grandmother had made for me. K's birth certificate and social security card. All of the special photographs (and K's photo album) that I could find, including pictures of me and family members taken many years ago. One small-ish carry-on suitcase for several days' worth of clothes for K and myself. Snacks for K. And for symbolic reasons, the three tiny pots of baby seedlings, basil, strawberries, and daisies, that were just poking their heads above the dirt. I figured, hey, if I can keep them alive through all this, maybe things will be okay. I packed up the car, feeling jealous of my neighbors who were also packing up their belongings in TWO roomy cars, and feeling the urgency of the situation among all of us trying to evacuate at the same time. Scary as hell, I tell you. I secured the house, picked up a sleeping K and buckled her into her carseat, and got right out of Dodge. Traffic was so heavy out of Rockrimmon that they turned all four lanes of the bridge I had just driven over into four eastbound-only lanes. No one would be able to even try to drive up the hill over the bridge. Thank God we headed home from the mall when we did.
I followed the cars ahead of me, not having much choice in the matter, and lucked out...I ended up not taking the interstate, but instead followed the cars ahead of me onto a side road that somehow emptied out a bit, and headed south to my friend Julie's house. No gridlock whatsoever, unlike many others who were stuck in evacuating traffic for literally hours. Before we had left, I called Julie to let her know we were on our way, then my parents to tell them what was happening. At first I got my parents' machine, and I was very distressed to have to tell them we were evacuating in a message. But they called right back, and we were able to talk briefly. Once we were on the road, I basically cried all the way to Julie's house. I just didn't know what would happen, whether we would ever get to see our house again. As we were turning onto that side road I mentioned, I passed a police officer who looked at me and held my gaze, me with tears streaming down my face. For whatever reason, that was a moment I will remember, maybe because so much seemed to be said between us without even saying a word. Apparently the interstate was packed with cars as well...at that same time the Air Force Academy was being evacuated, and all of those cadets and families were heading south to Fort Carson, to the south. This picture was taken on Tuesday night, right when we were evacuating too. It looks so crazy that it must have been photoshopped, but I assure you, it wasn't.
We watched the coverage on TV at Julie's almost continuously, and the fire moved west quite rapidly. In the following picture you can see its progression, day by day. We evacuated on the 26th, which you can see showed the most growth in a day:
I don't know if you can see interstate 25 on this map, but it is on the far right, north to south, and I live right next to it, about halfway down the map. Thankfully the fire has basically stayed at the same distance from my neighborhood as it got on Tuesday. Starting this past Thursday, many of the mandatory evacuation orders were lifted, and we got to go home on Thursday night. The areas in orange and pink on the map are still evacuated, I believe. But largely, the yellow areas are only on pre-evacuation, including our neighborhood, which means we still need to have a bag packed and ready to go. I have packed it several times as K has chosen to unpack it a few times as well! But it's looking better and better that we won't have to evacuate again. I'm starting to relax more and more each day.
Here are a few more pictures of how things looked in different parts of my city on Tuesday:
Now, more and more, pictures of the aftermath have been released. It looks a lot like a post-apocalyptic movie set, and everyone is grieving for the families who lost everything (347 houses):
Our community really seems to have rallied and come together. I still cannot get over the donations that have poured in for not only the evacuees and the people who have lost their homes, but also for the true heroes, the firefighters. There are a few streets the firefighters use to get to and from the burn areas, and every day there are many, many residents who have stood there with signs and who have cheered as they passed by:
And here are my and my community's heroes:
I cannot thank them enough. As big as this fire has been, they have worked their tails off to protect our neighborhoods and homes, and even though we lost 347 homes, it would have been much, much worse without their hard work and dedication. There were quite a few homes that weren't even touched, even as neighboring houses were a total loss. They couldn't save them all, but they saved so, so many that otherwise would have been gone. I for one am so thankful that our home is just fine. It's weird, but I really haven't wanted to leave our house for the past couple of days, considering we might not have been able to go back at all. It's amazing what you won't take for granted anymore after going through something like this. I know people who have lived here all their lives, and they have never seen something like this before. I still can't believe this fire was in my city, and that it came fairly close to my neighborhood. We are now at 45 percent containment, and things are looking good for getting it all contained sometime next week.
(Oh, and to add insult to injury, I found out on Wednesday, the morning of the first full day of evacuation, that my second iui didn't work. The last iui (first for T42) was last October. Due to all of the stress of the past week that will take a bit of time to fully go away, I am going to take July off and plan to try again in August. In a sense it was a blessing, because the fire really put things into perspective, and I wasn't as upset as I might otherwise have been. At least my home was okay! Things really looked promising, too...one big follicle that was all ready to go, the timing was quite perfect, and everyone, including me, seemed so optimistic about this month. Oh well. Like I said, it's all a matter of priorities, I guess. Better luck next time.)
Something else I am truly thrilled about is the fact that my good friend J is pregnant via donor embryo, and couldn't be more excited! She is due in early January, and things continue to look good for her. I really want to follow in her footsteps (but not with a donor embryo). I hope at some point it will work out for me and for K.
Please keep my entire city in your prayers, especially the families who have lost their homes. It's so easy to say, "Well, they're just things," but truly, they have lost sentimental things that have many memories associated with them, they've lost a sense of security, they have lost their home base, and their sense of "home". I can't imagine.
I will leave you with a recent pic of K at her very favorite place, the pool! She has been asking every day to go, but so far we haven't since last Saturday due to the smoke in the air. We'll see about tomorrow, since things are really starting to calm down. (I have really put off writing about this, but I have to say, it feels good to have gotten it all down in print. I have been processing a lot over the past several days, and this blog has really helped.)
I don't even know how to start this post...it's been very traumatic for all of the residents of my city. One week ago today, the Waldo Canyon fire began in a popular hiking area to the west of my city, and grew quickly to over 17,000 acres. Over 32,000 people had been evacuated, but now it's down to less than 6,000. As of today, 347 homes have been destroyed, and there were two fatalities, two bodies found in the rubble of one of the hardest-hit neighborhoods. It really felt like living in the middle of a nightmare. Thankfully, the fire is now 45 percent contained, which is fantastic news, considering it was only ten percent contained this past Thursday. They have been predicting that it will be fully contained by July fifteenth, but many are convinced that it will be quite a bit sooner considering the progress they have made over the last few days.
My neighborhood was evacuated this past Tuesday, when very strong winds forced the fire over a ridge and into the western-most neighborhood in the city. The fire traveled very quickly into several northwestern neighborhoods, surprising just about everyone. The extremely hot temperatures (think 100 plus), high winds, and just about no humidity whatsoever created a very scary situation for the northwestern part of the city, right where we live.
K and I had run a few errands and had gone to the mall to visit the pet store, and as we left, we noticed it had gotten much smokier, and darker, like dusk. Black smoke was pouring into the sky above us from just over the mountains in the near distance, and many people had gathered in the mall parking lot to watch and take pictures. We didn't think that much of it at the time since the wind had been moving smoke in various directions since Saturday, until we got into the car and heard on the radio that the smoke had gotten very thick in the Rockrimmon (our neighborhood) area, and police were starting to block it off. I headed home, getting increasingly worried as we drove up Woodmen Road towards the side road that would take us to our condo. As we started to drive uphill across a bridge a few blocks from our turnoff, traffic slowed to a crawl, and then to a stop. We were stuck on the bridge, two lanes in each directions, in bumper-to-bumper traffic at a dead stop.
All of a sudden I heard a siren behind us, and I looked and saw it was an ambulance with its lights and siren going. I couldn't imagine how it was going to get through. A few cars ahead of me, a man jumped out of his car and started furiously directing traffic, pointing at people to inch into the righthand lane, and showing people where to go in order to fit everyone into this lane or that one. He really was amazing, and I have no idea who he was. I swear, it looked like he was trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle, and I can hardly believe he did it. He had cleared out the middle lane to my right, and slowly but surely the ambulance inched by and picked up speed up the hill. In the meantime, we all were still stuck right where we were, and I had to make a lefthand turn up ahead. My heart sank as I saw that cars were just pouring out of Rockrimmon, coming towards me, and a lefthand turn seemed less and less likely. Police officers had started directing traffic up ahead, and to my horror, I saw that they seemed to be forcing all of the cars to make a u-turn and head down the hill. My condo subdivision was just up ahead to the left, and I realized that it was entirely possible that I wouldn't be able to get home at all. I felt relieved, though, when I saw a black pickup truck make the same turn that I wanted to, and I held my breath as I approached the intersection where I wanted to make a lefthand turn. At first the police officer wasn't going to let me, but at the last moment he seemed to say, "What the heck," and waved me onto the road I needed, that led to my subdivision.
I was quite shaky, considering the amount of smoke in the air, and lots of fine ash was falling all around us. Little one had fallen sound asleep in the car, which turned out to be a major blessing. I got her inside, and she continued to sleep after I laid her on the sofa. I was already planning to pack us up and leave because of the smoke, but once I turned on the TV, I saw that my whole neighborhood was under mandatory evacuation orders. The main thing I had been dreading since the fire started last Saturday. Fortunately we still had about an hour or so to get out...the TV broadcasters were saying that it wasn't exactly a "Leave now" situation, but that we had a little time to take care of things. It reminded me strongly of ten years ago this month, when I found myself in the middle of the Hayman fire situation. We were on standby evacuation for a while, which was stressful enough, but we ended up not having to leave at all. I still vividly remember that same smell of smoke in the air ten years ago that I've been smelling here for the past week. I always thought I loved that campfire smell, but now I'm sure it won't ever be a favorite again.
So how do you decide what to bring with you? It's like that age-old question, if your house were burning down, what one possession would you take with you? In this case, I had to pack up a Jeep Wrangler, which honestly doesn't hold that much, especially with a convertible rear-facing carseat in the back. I grabbed everything I could think of that I can't replace. All of the handmade quilts in K's room. A painting of my father that my mother painted years ago. A watercolor that I had done in tenth grade. Two framed cross-stitches that my late grandmother had made for me. K's birth certificate and social security card. All of the special photographs (and K's photo album) that I could find, including pictures of me and family members taken many years ago. One small-ish carry-on suitcase for several days' worth of clothes for K and myself. Snacks for K. And for symbolic reasons, the three tiny pots of baby seedlings, basil, strawberries, and daisies, that were just poking their heads above the dirt. I figured, hey, if I can keep them alive through all this, maybe things will be okay. I packed up the car, feeling jealous of my neighbors who were also packing up their belongings in TWO roomy cars, and feeling the urgency of the situation among all of us trying to evacuate at the same time. Scary as hell, I tell you. I secured the house, picked up a sleeping K and buckled her into her carseat, and got right out of Dodge. Traffic was so heavy out of Rockrimmon that they turned all four lanes of the bridge I had just driven over into four eastbound-only lanes. No one would be able to even try to drive up the hill over the bridge. Thank God we headed home from the mall when we did.
I followed the cars ahead of me, not having much choice in the matter, and lucked out...I ended up not taking the interstate, but instead followed the cars ahead of me onto a side road that somehow emptied out a bit, and headed south to my friend Julie's house. No gridlock whatsoever, unlike many others who were stuck in evacuating traffic for literally hours. Before we had left, I called Julie to let her know we were on our way, then my parents to tell them what was happening. At first I got my parents' machine, and I was very distressed to have to tell them we were evacuating in a message. But they called right back, and we were able to talk briefly. Once we were on the road, I basically cried all the way to Julie's house. I just didn't know what would happen, whether we would ever get to see our house again. As we were turning onto that side road I mentioned, I passed a police officer who looked at me and held my gaze, me with tears streaming down my face. For whatever reason, that was a moment I will remember, maybe because so much seemed to be said between us without even saying a word. Apparently the interstate was packed with cars as well...at that same time the Air Force Academy was being evacuated, and all of those cadets and families were heading south to Fort Carson, to the south. This picture was taken on Tuesday night, right when we were evacuating too. It looks so crazy that it must have been photoshopped, but I assure you, it wasn't.
We watched the coverage on TV at Julie's almost continuously, and the fire moved west quite rapidly. In the following picture you can see its progression, day by day. We evacuated on the 26th, which you can see showed the most growth in a day:
I don't know if you can see interstate 25 on this map, but it is on the far right, north to south, and I live right next to it, about halfway down the map. Thankfully the fire has basically stayed at the same distance from my neighborhood as it got on Tuesday. Starting this past Thursday, many of the mandatory evacuation orders were lifted, and we got to go home on Thursday night. The areas in orange and pink on the map are still evacuated, I believe. But largely, the yellow areas are only on pre-evacuation, including our neighborhood, which means we still need to have a bag packed and ready to go. I have packed it several times as K has chosen to unpack it a few times as well! But it's looking better and better that we won't have to evacuate again. I'm starting to relax more and more each day.
Here are a few more pictures of how things looked in different parts of my city on Tuesday:
Now, more and more, pictures of the aftermath have been released. It looks a lot like a post-apocalyptic movie set, and everyone is grieving for the families who lost everything (347 houses):
Our community really seems to have rallied and come together. I still cannot get over the donations that have poured in for not only the evacuees and the people who have lost their homes, but also for the true heroes, the firefighters. There are a few streets the firefighters use to get to and from the burn areas, and every day there are many, many residents who have stood there with signs and who have cheered as they passed by:
I cannot thank them enough. As big as this fire has been, they have worked their tails off to protect our neighborhoods and homes, and even though we lost 347 homes, it would have been much, much worse without their hard work and dedication. There were quite a few homes that weren't even touched, even as neighboring houses were a total loss. They couldn't save them all, but they saved so, so many that otherwise would have been gone. I for one am so thankful that our home is just fine. It's weird, but I really haven't wanted to leave our house for the past couple of days, considering we might not have been able to go back at all. It's amazing what you won't take for granted anymore after going through something like this. I know people who have lived here all their lives, and they have never seen something like this before. I still can't believe this fire was in my city, and that it came fairly close to my neighborhood. We are now at 45 percent containment, and things are looking good for getting it all contained sometime next week.
(Oh, and to add insult to injury, I found out on Wednesday, the morning of the first full day of evacuation, that my second iui didn't work. The last iui (first for T42) was last October. Due to all of the stress of the past week that will take a bit of time to fully go away, I am going to take July off and plan to try again in August. In a sense it was a blessing, because the fire really put things into perspective, and I wasn't as upset as I might otherwise have been. At least my home was okay! Things really looked promising, too...one big follicle that was all ready to go, the timing was quite perfect, and everyone, including me, seemed so optimistic about this month. Oh well. Like I said, it's all a matter of priorities, I guess. Better luck next time.)
Something else I am truly thrilled about is the fact that my good friend J is pregnant via donor embryo, and couldn't be more excited! She is due in early January, and things continue to look good for her. I really want to follow in her footsteps (but not with a donor embryo). I hope at some point it will work out for me and for K.
Please keep my entire city in your prayers, especially the families who have lost their homes. It's so easy to say, "Well, they're just things," but truly, they have lost sentimental things that have many memories associated with them, they've lost a sense of security, they have lost their home base, and their sense of "home". I can't imagine.
I will leave you with a recent pic of K at her very favorite place, the pool! She has been asking every day to go, but so far we haven't since last Saturday due to the smoke in the air. We'll see about tomorrow, since things are really starting to calm down. (I have really put off writing about this, but I have to say, it feels good to have gotten it all down in print. I have been processing a lot over the past several days, and this blog has really helped.)
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Hello, Stranger
Jeez, has it really been this long since I last posted?!
Life has kept both K and me quite busy. But thankfully, as of yesterday at 3:41 pm, we are now ON VACATION! For a blessed two and a half weeks.
We fly out to upstate New York on Tuesday to spend Christmas with my parents. We leave from Denver, about an hour's drive, at 4 pm, which is nice since it gives us enough time to get up there and get our ducks in a row without having to get up at the crack of dawn. One layover in each direction, which is definitely better than two, but our layovers are VERY short, only an hour for each one. So I have every finger and toe crossed that we won't have any weather delays that could throw a wrench into the strategic plan. We arrive late, at about midnight, and I'm glad that for most of the trip, K will potentially be sleeping. One thing I have to do on Monday is to see if I can pick up her birth certificate, something I've been planning to do for a long time now but just didn't get around to it. Why the hospital doesn't just provide it to a new parent after the birth is beyond me. But anyway, travel with a toddler is always...interesting. K has always been a great traveler, but that was when she was quite a bit younger. The last time she flew on a plane was at nine months old. Like I said, I'm SO glad she will potentially be sleeping for most of the trip... Wish us luck!
We both very recently got over (well, K is still getting over it) what I think might have been norovirus. It was a naaaasty stomach virus that K got first and then so generously passed on to me a couple of days later. Definitely hit both of us like a ton of bricks. I had to miss the first three days of the last week before Christmas break, which is a pretty hellish week in the typical American middle school. But my subs seemed to survive pretty well, thank goodness. K is still getting over it, though I'm so glad she's no longer throwing up. It's been going around our city like wildfire, and the pediatrician was not surprised at all to hear of another report of it.
Otherwise...life has pretty much been going along as usual. This little girl has been learning new words each day, and can imitate words that I say, quite well. She has a brand-new pair of very cute glasses on order, so I will definitely post a picture once they come in. We see her PO (pediatric ophthalmologist) in early January to see how her vision is doing...I'm very curious to get the latest. Overall she's a very sweet-tempered, active, inquisitive little girl, though lately we've been struggling with her wanting to throw toys across the room (ain't happening, sweetheart, sorry) and sometimes trying to pinch me or smack me with her hand. Nothing serious in the grand scheme of things, most likely typical for toddlers her age, and par for the course. Not too many tantrums either, thank goodness. She has her moments, though. She's been willing to sit on the potty now and then, though I haven't been pushing it whatsoever. She's been telling me after she's peed or pooped in her diaper, which I know is a sign of readiness, but she's not always accurate about which one. :) I think I might get a bit more involved in potty training after the holidays, though she doesn't even turn two until March, so I know it's still a bit early. Early also according to her daycare providers.
Still no news on the whether-to-try-again-for-another-child front. Things are so nice, so comfortable, with just the two of us. And I'm having serious doubts about whether or not I could handle two. Being sick like we were kind of drove it home to me...not to mention how I had to ask my aunt last Friday to pick up K from daycare and keep her at her house for a few more hours until I could pick her up. I was scheduled to be observed by my principal that afternoon, something that happens only once per year, and it would have been very difficult to reschedule. My aunt and uncle also watched K yesterday and Thursday because she was not permitted to return to daycare until Monday at the earliest. I can't imagine asking them to watch two kids, especially when I'm not so sure they'd be supportive of me having a second child in the first place. So many question marks. Not enough answers. So I will bide my time until I have a better idea of what, if anything, I want to do next.
Life has kept both K and me quite busy. But thankfully, as of yesterday at 3:41 pm, we are now ON VACATION! For a blessed two and a half weeks.
We fly out to upstate New York on Tuesday to spend Christmas with my parents. We leave from Denver, about an hour's drive, at 4 pm, which is nice since it gives us enough time to get up there and get our ducks in a row without having to get up at the crack of dawn. One layover in each direction, which is definitely better than two, but our layovers are VERY short, only an hour for each one. So I have every finger and toe crossed that we won't have any weather delays that could throw a wrench into the strategic plan. We arrive late, at about midnight, and I'm glad that for most of the trip, K will potentially be sleeping. One thing I have to do on Monday is to see if I can pick up her birth certificate, something I've been planning to do for a long time now but just didn't get around to it. Why the hospital doesn't just provide it to a new parent after the birth is beyond me. But anyway, travel with a toddler is always...interesting. K has always been a great traveler, but that was when she was quite a bit younger. The last time she flew on a plane was at nine months old. Like I said, I'm SO glad she will potentially be sleeping for most of the trip... Wish us luck!
We both very recently got over (well, K is still getting over it) what I think might have been norovirus. It was a naaaasty stomach virus that K got first and then so generously passed on to me a couple of days later. Definitely hit both of us like a ton of bricks. I had to miss the first three days of the last week before Christmas break, which is a pretty hellish week in the typical American middle school. But my subs seemed to survive pretty well, thank goodness. K is still getting over it, though I'm so glad she's no longer throwing up. It's been going around our city like wildfire, and the pediatrician was not surprised at all to hear of another report of it.
Otherwise...life has pretty much been going along as usual. This little girl has been learning new words each day, and can imitate words that I say, quite well. She has a brand-new pair of very cute glasses on order, so I will definitely post a picture once they come in. We see her PO (pediatric ophthalmologist) in early January to see how her vision is doing...I'm very curious to get the latest. Overall she's a very sweet-tempered, active, inquisitive little girl, though lately we've been struggling with her wanting to throw toys across the room (ain't happening, sweetheart, sorry) and sometimes trying to pinch me or smack me with her hand. Nothing serious in the grand scheme of things, most likely typical for toddlers her age, and par for the course. Not too many tantrums either, thank goodness. She has her moments, though. She's been willing to sit on the potty now and then, though I haven't been pushing it whatsoever. She's been telling me after she's peed or pooped in her diaper, which I know is a sign of readiness, but she's not always accurate about which one. :) I think I might get a bit more involved in potty training after the holidays, though she doesn't even turn two until March, so I know it's still a bit early. Early also according to her daycare providers.
Still no news on the whether-to-try-again-for-another-child front. Things are so nice, so comfortable, with just the two of us. And I'm having serious doubts about whether or not I could handle two. Being sick like we were kind of drove it home to me...not to mention how I had to ask my aunt last Friday to pick up K from daycare and keep her at her house for a few more hours until I could pick her up. I was scheduled to be observed by my principal that afternoon, something that happens only once per year, and it would have been very difficult to reschedule. My aunt and uncle also watched K yesterday and Thursday because she was not permitted to return to daycare until Monday at the earliest. I can't imagine asking them to watch two kids, especially when I'm not so sure they'd be supportive of me having a second child in the first place. So many question marks. Not enough answers. So I will bide my time until I have a better idea of what, if anything, I want to do next.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thankful and very, very blessed
Happy Thanksgiving to all of my cyber-pals! It's been a wonderful week with my parents, who traveled out here to Colorado from New York. They came out last Thursday and will leave next Tuesday. They've really enjoyed all of the quality time with little miss K...we have spent so much time just sitting back and watching her! I swear, this little girl has picked up new words every single DAY. She's changed so much just since last Friday! It makes my head spin. Her words are getting more and more clear and easy to understand, and she's imitating our speech like crazy. Not to mention all of the running around and climbing on all sorts of stuff. Her favorite place to play is on the stairs (!!!) but she's really navigating them well, and her favorite way of coming down is by sliding all the way down on her tummy as fast as she can, bumpbumpbumpbumpbump...feet first, thank goodness. We're working on counting, colors, numbers, letters, and naming everything in sight. Not that she's ready for ALL of it yet, but she'll learn it all eventually.
This is the BEST age!! She is SO much fun, she's like this little sponge that soaks everything in, and she's so incredibly funny! Such a jokester...totally has my family's sense of humor. I know it's going to be so hard to bring her back to daycare on Monday...we've spent such wonderful time together this week! I guess the secret is to savor every moment.
I for one am incredibly grateful for a wonderful little girl who is my everything, for (so far) good health, for two terrific parents who are also incredible and doting grandparents, for a good place to live in which I feel completely at home and comfortable, for a dependable job (even though it can be such an uphill struggle sometimes), and for all of the wonderful people I am blessed to have in my life. Lots to be thankful for, indeed!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
This is the BEST age!! She is SO much fun, she's like this little sponge that soaks everything in, and she's so incredibly funny! Such a jokester...totally has my family's sense of humor. I know it's going to be so hard to bring her back to daycare on Monday...we've spent such wonderful time together this week! I guess the secret is to savor every moment.
I for one am incredibly grateful for a wonderful little girl who is my everything, for (so far) good health, for two terrific parents who are also incredible and doting grandparents, for a good place to live in which I feel completely at home and comfortable, for a dependable job (even though it can be such an uphill struggle sometimes), and for all of the wonderful people I am blessed to have in my life. Lots to be thankful for, indeed!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Have to.
I just have to have two.
...sweetbeautifulfunnyamazinglovingwonderful little ones.
I just have to.
That is all.
(Hey, gimme a break. This is the only space in which I can actually speak/write/say these words out loud. I tried to do so in real life, told my parents that I did another insemination in early October, and let's just say they were less than supportive. It's hard because like it or not, in my heart of hearts I do care what they think.)
I so hope I can give it another shot in January. Happy new year to me?
...sweetbeautifulfunnyamazinglovingwonderful little ones.
I just have to.
That is all.
(Hey, gimme a break. This is the only space in which I can actually speak/write/say these words out loud. I tried to do so in real life, told my parents that I did another insemination in early October, and let's just say they were less than supportive. It's hard because like it or not, in my heart of hearts I do care what they think.)
I so hope I can give it another shot in January. Happy new year to me?
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Ten Ways NOT to Raise a Toddler!
Okay, so I LOVED this, I had a crappy day at work today, and I just had to share:
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Ten Ways NOT to Raise a Toddler
-Mira Jacob
I am a parenting editor and a mom. This means that all day, every day, I read about how to raise better children, and then go home and mess with my own. You know, it's all fun and games until the therapy bill arrives! In full acknowledgment of how little my advice will help any parent out there, I've decided to stick to letting the wonderful experts on this site tell you what to do, and give you this handy picture guide on what to DON'T:
1. DON'T ask, "Why did you do that?" Why did you bite that boy? Why did you hit your sister? Why is there spaghetti in your ear? Why am I asking you a question you can't possibly answer in any way that will make me feel better? Oh yes, because it's easier than accepting the idea that I am in charge of a tiny lunatic.
2. DON'T be surprised by the number of things that can end up in your toilet. This includes shoes, spatulas, cell phones, small animals, keys, and a whole eggplant that looks an awful lot like a human head to your middle-of-the-night eyes.
3. DON'T be surprised by the number of things that can NOT end up in your toilet. Number two, for example, can occasionally end up in your purse.
4. DON'T assume that repeating directions increases their likelihood of being followed. DON'T assume that repeating directions increases their likelihood of being followed
5. DON'T over-explain adult situations. "Sorry, honey. Mommy is just in a bad mood because she doesn't understand why she chose to make a living on the Internets. And taking out a second mortgage to fund your preschool appears not to have been the prudent thing to do. And wow, your sitter is expensive! That noise? Oh, that's just Daddy weeping through the wall."
6. DON'T say, "Let's wash your hair!" This is akin to saying, "Let's put this large needle in your eyeball." If you really feel like you have to warn your toddler about the upcoming sudsing, consider something relatively benign and tangentially related, like, "Let's put this large needle in your eyeball."
7. DON'T wear a short skirt to a toddler birthday party. You know that fantasy you have about being unintentionally violated by giddy elves? Yeah, me neither.
8. DON'T let a boy shorter than the toilet try to pee standing up. Too late for that? Try not yelling helpful tips like, "Point your penis up!" Too late for that? Wipe your chin.
9. DON'T ask if your toddler if he wants to do something you need him to do. This includes Do You Want To Wear A Jacket? Do You Want To Eat Something? Do You Want To Hug Grandma? Do You Want To Wash Your Hair? and Do You Want to Keep Me From Running Out The Door To Jamaica?
10. DON'T try to catch vomit in your hands. A) It doesn't work. B) You don't get points for trying. C) You get vomit in your hands.
- Mira Jacob
...a tiny lunatic indeed! :)
(I still haven't found my cell phone. Thanks, sweetie.)
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Ten Ways NOT to Raise a Toddler
-Mira Jacob
I am a parenting editor and a mom. This means that all day, every day, I read about how to raise better children, and then go home and mess with my own. You know, it's all fun and games until the therapy bill arrives! In full acknowledgment of how little my advice will help any parent out there, I've decided to stick to letting the wonderful experts on this site tell you what to do, and give you this handy picture guide on what to DON'T:
1. DON'T ask, "Why did you do that?" Why did you bite that boy? Why did you hit your sister? Why is there spaghetti in your ear? Why am I asking you a question you can't possibly answer in any way that will make me feel better? Oh yes, because it's easier than accepting the idea that I am in charge of a tiny lunatic.
2. DON'T be surprised by the number of things that can end up in your toilet. This includes shoes, spatulas, cell phones, small animals, keys, and a whole eggplant that looks an awful lot like a human head to your middle-of-the-night eyes.
3. DON'T be surprised by the number of things that can NOT end up in your toilet. Number two, for example, can occasionally end up in your purse.
4. DON'T assume that repeating directions increases their likelihood of being followed. DON'T assume that repeating directions increases their likelihood of being followed
5. DON'T over-explain adult situations. "Sorry, honey. Mommy is just in a bad mood because she doesn't understand why she chose to make a living on the Internets. And taking out a second mortgage to fund your preschool appears not to have been the prudent thing to do. And wow, your sitter is expensive! That noise? Oh, that's just Daddy weeping through the wall."
6. DON'T say, "Let's wash your hair!" This is akin to saying, "Let's put this large needle in your eyeball." If you really feel like you have to warn your toddler about the upcoming sudsing, consider something relatively benign and tangentially related, like, "Let's put this large needle in your eyeball."
7. DON'T wear a short skirt to a toddler birthday party. You know that fantasy you have about being unintentionally violated by giddy elves? Yeah, me neither.
8. DON'T let a boy shorter than the toilet try to pee standing up. Too late for that? Try not yelling helpful tips like, "Point your penis up!" Too late for that? Wipe your chin.
9. DON'T ask if your toddler if he wants to do something you need him to do. This includes Do You Want To Wear A Jacket? Do You Want To Eat Something? Do You Want To Hug Grandma? Do You Want To Wash Your Hair? and Do You Want to Keep Me From Running Out The Door To Jamaica?
10. DON'T try to catch vomit in your hands. A) It doesn't work. B) You don't get points for trying. C) You get vomit in your hands.
- Mira Jacob
...a tiny lunatic indeed! :)
(I still haven't found my cell phone. Thanks, sweetie.)
Friday, November 4, 2011
Regrouping...and still unsure
Ever since the dreaded BFN, I've found myself wondering whether two kids is truly doable for me. Still not sure. REALLY not sure. Enough so that I know it's a good move to wait on trying again until I have a better grasp on what I want to do next. Seriously, I really have NO idea. I don't know whether I can handle the additional stress that a second child would bring into my life.
I keep trying to envision my little family with just K and me. And some days, I can easily envision us as just a family of two. Other days it's a *lot* harder. A lot harder to accept that possibility. Especially when my cousin just gave birth to her second child two weeks ago, and they live only an hour away, and right now I am NOT in a good enough frame of mind to actually look forward to visiting. We are supposed to travel to a birthday party for the new baby's cousin, my cousin Will who is turning six, on Sunday. I think I'm secretly glad that K has the sniffles, which is enough to cancel this plan since she can't really be around a newborn or my 88 year old grandmother (who is on oxygen) right now. I know we'll meet the little guy, named Miles (Dean is his middle name), at some point, but right now in my mind there is absolutely no hurry. At least not until I'm in a better frame of mind. It's been a very rough week.
(...and you know what's really been ticking me off lately? Thinking about women like my cousin--whom I love dearly, don't get me wrong--who haven't really had to work hard at much at all. Things just seem to fall easily into her lap. Great husband? Check. Gorgeous house? Check. Lawyer husband with an income that allows her to stay at home and also work part-time from home and not have to pay for daycare? Check. Two beautiful kids? Check. Peaceful home VBAC birth in a birthing tub? Check. Close enough to restaurants, shops and any other destination one might need that they can just walk or ride a bike around town? Check. Yeah, it does make me vaguely nauseous. Happy for her, yes, but still vaguely nauseous. A charmed life for sure.)
One thing I do know is that my emotions are very raw right now for a variety of reasons, not just the BFN. I know for sure that I very much WANT a second child...but I am just not sure whether I can handle it, both emotionally and financially.
I am on the hunt for another (better) daycare for K. Which does break my heart somewhat because I do feel quite comfortable with her current daycare. Sadly, my wallet does not. It's a lot more expensive than other smaller daycares (home daycares, mainly) in my area, and quite honestly, even though I feel very comfortable with it, I don't feel like I'm getting the bang for my buck that I should be getting, considering how much I'm currently paying. I have a few phone numbers of home daycares that friends of mine have been raving about, so I know it's worth a look. Plus (and this is not the main reason, but it's still on my mind) K's current daycare now has two 21-ish men on their payroll, and I do NOT like the idea of either of these two very young men changing K's diaper. Ever. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. They only fill in around pick-up time, so it's entirely possible they've never had to change her diaper, but I still don't like it at all. And one day when I picked her up and one of the men was the only one in her classroom, her shoes were on backwards. Not confusing shoes, either. I know, such a little thing, but hey, if you're working with new walkers, you have no business putting on their shoes backwards. To me it's such an obvious thing. Just sayin'.
So needless to say I have a lot on my plate and a lot on my mind these days. I'm just praying for a little clarity...in a lot of different areas. Wish me luck.
I keep trying to envision my little family with just K and me. And some days, I can easily envision us as just a family of two. Other days it's a *lot* harder. A lot harder to accept that possibility. Especially when my cousin just gave birth to her second child two weeks ago, and they live only an hour away, and right now I am NOT in a good enough frame of mind to actually look forward to visiting. We are supposed to travel to a birthday party for the new baby's cousin, my cousin Will who is turning six, on Sunday. I think I'm secretly glad that K has the sniffles, which is enough to cancel this plan since she can't really be around a newborn or my 88 year old grandmother (who is on oxygen) right now. I know we'll meet the little guy, named Miles (Dean is his middle name), at some point, but right now in my mind there is absolutely no hurry. At least not until I'm in a better frame of mind. It's been a very rough week.
(...and you know what's really been ticking me off lately? Thinking about women like my cousin--whom I love dearly, don't get me wrong--who haven't really had to work hard at much at all. Things just seem to fall easily into her lap. Great husband? Check. Gorgeous house? Check. Lawyer husband with an income that allows her to stay at home and also work part-time from home and not have to pay for daycare? Check. Two beautiful kids? Check. Peaceful home VBAC birth in a birthing tub? Check. Close enough to restaurants, shops and any other destination one might need that they can just walk or ride a bike around town? Check. Yeah, it does make me vaguely nauseous. Happy for her, yes, but still vaguely nauseous. A charmed life for sure.)
One thing I do know is that my emotions are very raw right now for a variety of reasons, not just the BFN. I know for sure that I very much WANT a second child...but I am just not sure whether I can handle it, both emotionally and financially.
I am on the hunt for another (better) daycare for K. Which does break my heart somewhat because I do feel quite comfortable with her current daycare. Sadly, my wallet does not. It's a lot more expensive than other smaller daycares (home daycares, mainly) in my area, and quite honestly, even though I feel very comfortable with it, I don't feel like I'm getting the bang for my buck that I should be getting, considering how much I'm currently paying. I have a few phone numbers of home daycares that friends of mine have been raving about, so I know it's worth a look. Plus (and this is not the main reason, but it's still on my mind) K's current daycare now has two 21-ish men on their payroll, and I do NOT like the idea of either of these two very young men changing K's diaper. Ever. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. They only fill in around pick-up time, so it's entirely possible they've never had to change her diaper, but I still don't like it at all. And one day when I picked her up and one of the men was the only one in her classroom, her shoes were on backwards. Not confusing shoes, either. I know, such a little thing, but hey, if you're working with new walkers, you have no business putting on their shoes backwards. To me it's such an obvious thing. Just sayin'.
So needless to say I have a lot on my plate and a lot on my mind these days. I'm just praying for a little clarity...in a lot of different areas. Wish me luck.
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