Then there was marriage...

Then there was marriage...

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Tiny socks in my laundry

I remember as a child/teenager going to my best friend Mandy's house. Mandy's mom would ask us (Mandy) to fold and put away the clothes before we disappeared for hours in play. I always laughed as I grabbed her little sisters clothes. Casey was always the little sister and her stuff was tiny. Tiny panties that looked like they would fit a doll, tiny socks that could fit my cabbage patch that were all by that time packed away in bags in the attic. Mandy would just shake her head at me and go on as I went on and on about how tiny Casey's stuff was. At my house, there was never anything tiny. Tiny was not how we were described and I was the youngest so everything just got bigger. Lots of men's socks stained by baseball dirt, lots of shorts stained by grass, lots of t-shirts that even after they were washed still smelled like boys. Laundry was no funny affair at my house.
It is only now that there are tiny things found in my laundry. Tiny baby boy socks, tiny shirts, pants and the best is those tiny shoes. Being a mom is one of the greatest joys of my life and finding the tiny stuff reminds me that the tantrums, sleepless nights and dirty diapers are not that bad cause I get to see tiny things in my laundry every day.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Losing It

Nothing is worse than losing something that is not only sentimental but not even yours.

I lost a photo card. It holds photos from the last year, photos from the last few months, photos of the last days and moments of my grandmother.

I borrowed it cause I wanted to upload a few photos my mom took of Blaine. A very festive and fun picture of our family and a very special one of Blaine in a new homemade shirt, his Big brother shirt.

I put it in my pocket and by the time I got home it was gone. I have checked everywhere and so had Bobby.

The worst part is I have to tell my mom and I just know it will break her heart to know the photos are no longer here. It breaks my heart and we are kinda kindred spirits. My mom means the world to me and to disappoint her is the worst part about it all. I love my parents,my mom is life my best friend she knows everything about me and I love that.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Sleeping boys

The sleep patterns of the males in this family have been strange since I entered via marriage almost three years ago. Bobby worked at Hammoc when we got married and loved mornings...weird. I hate mornings. Each work day he was up and out the door by 4 am. He never seemed to struggle walking, no snoozed alarm or just laying there, he simply popped out of bed each morning.
When he went to work for EMSA a year later it was nights. He worked all night and slept during the day. The change was not a huge drag for him. He was even able to watch our newborn for the first six months and keep him on a day schedule.
Now Bobby works at Hammco again and him and Blaine both go to bed at 8. Blaine currently awakes at least three times a night and refuses to self sooth. I on the other hand find it difficult to go to bed before 9 and surely don't want to awake before 7am. 
Not sure what to do right now to survive...praying Blaine joins my.dark side and decides to sleep like mamma or it may get ugly over the next few years.