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See Ya Blogger!

2005-07-15T21:33:00.000-05:00

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Blubbering Idiot

2005-07-15T09:43:00.000-05:00

BabyJuJu and I just spent about 25 uninterrupted moments staring at each other in the eye. Then she smiled, I melted and she promptly fell asleep (I just barely caught her as she began to roll out of my lap and onto the floor). It got me thinking. When do we start to become uncomfortable looking people in the eye?

I remember when LittleJuJu was a bit younger and we used to rock to sleep in the chair. He would stare into my eyes as he fell asleep. The older he got, the shorter the stare. Now, he fidgets when I try to kiss him on the cheek (he gave up kisses on the lips a long time ago). My little guy is getting so grown up. Kindergarten starts in August. I am dreading the first day I watch him roll away on the bus. I'm sure that I will be fighting back tears. I remember the first day I dropped him off at daycare when I was teaching preschool. I walked away from him, both of us fighting tears (one a bit less subtly than the other). First day of preschool was no easier but at least Mr. JuJu was with me. Can it be true that this new little baby will someday be old enough to go to school, and drive, and DATE? No way.

BabyJuJu found her hands yesterday. It's hilarious. She will hold (usually just one) up in the air in front of her face and just look at it like, "What the hell is this thing and when did it get here?" then she shoves it into her mouth like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth.

Please tell me that switching to WordPress is no big deal and I will not lose almost a year worth of posts and comments. Tell me this. I need a push because I am a big freaking wussy loser.

Calm Before the Storm?

2005-07-13T09:34:00.000-05:00

LittleJuJu slept until 9:30 a.m. and then he cleaned his room.

I'm afraid. I am so very afraid.

Always A Work in Progress

2005-07-12T11:51:00.000-05:00

I've been feeling like my site needs a change. I know I just changed it not too long ago, but I'd like to even change my platform. I've been playing around over at WordPress today and looking through the site to see if anything caught my eye. Anyone who has experience with WordPress, please fill me in on whether you like it and/or think that I might benefit from switching. The fact that it is free is a bonus...I'd love to switch to Movable Type at some point but right now FREE is my only option. A girl's gotta live, you know?

In other news? I'm really just trying to get back into some sort of a routine around here. Ever since the baby came, "routine" is not something I am familiar with. It's quite unfortunate as I thrive on routine. LittleJuJu does as well, so his trip to PA last week has him a little screwed up. My goal for the next two weeks is to get some sort of bedtime schedule down for the baby. I don't know how much longer Mr. JuJu and I are going to be able to function on the sore excuse for sleep that we get every night. After the two weeks we are off again to New York and Canada to visit family again...I hope that whatever progress is made between now and then is not lost. We'll see.

Looking over my blogroll, I cannot believe how many pregnant bloggers are out there! I swear half of the list is either pregnant, or new parents. Is ANYONE getting any sleep?!

Thanks for the anniversary wishes...Mr. JuJu and I finally got to sit down together with a glass of wine after 11 p.m. last night. Then the baby woke up. GOOD TIMES.

We Are Home

2005-07-10T20:42:00.000-05:00

This is BabyJuJu wearing Daddy's wedding ring. We have been married two years tomorrow.

Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

2005-06-30T08:51:00.000-05:00

I know that my site seems a little funny the last couple days, I am working on that. Ignore it. I will keep trudging through the {sarcasm} gazillions {/sarcasm} of questions you all have for me.

CHRIS asks: 1) Aside from being a mom (which is quite noble), what would your dream job be?

I love make-up. I wear make-up. I buy lots of make-up and get excited to go home and try it on. I look at other women's faces and decide what I would do differently to their make-up, had I been the one to put it there. I only had my make-up done professionally one time. On my wedding day. I hated it. Had to go home and redo it myself. The crazy make-up girl's hands were shaking as she tried to swipe mascara onto my blonde, almost nonexistent lashes. Then she giggles, "Hehehe, I'm on HydroxyCut and it makes me SOOO shaky!". Wrong thing to tell a woman on her wedding day as you struggle to steady your hand. She could have blinded me, but she got by with a shitty make over. Where was I? Oh yes. I'd love to do make-up, maybe for celebrities and travel all over the world charging exorbitant amounts of money for my time. Shallow? Maybe. Fun? You betcha.

2) What are your top three guiltiest pleasures?

Good question. Ask anybody who knows me and they would tell you that I. Love. My. Showers. This has got to be a guilty pleasure. I don't know why I feel guilty being in there so long because honestly, the time I have in there is the only alone time I have ALL DAY LONG. True, I have always taken very long showers, even before I had children and no time to myself, but now the showers serve a purpose for me. They are my quiet time. I do my best thinking there. I also brush my teeth, apply face masks, give my hair deep treatments, exfoliate, shave, wash, moisturize...you can see why I take so long. My second guilty pleasure would be alcohol. I love wine and for some reason I feel guilty when I have a glass. I shouldn't. I will work on that. Third? Hmn. I am having trouble with a third one here. It might be sleep. I would kill someone for a full night of uninterrupted sleep right now.

3) What's the least talked about, most unpublicized secret with respect to being a parent? What do none of the books tell you?

If I told you, it certainly wouldn't be a secret now would it? You'll see soon enough...I will share one with you. Parents don't like to talk about it. Somehow if they do, it's as though they are admitting defeat, or they feel like it makes them less of a parent. The secret is this:

Sometimes you will wonder why in the hell you decided to have a child.

This is true of every parent. I challenge any parent to come to me and say that you have never felt this way, not even once. We all have these fleeting, and not so fleeting moments when the phone is ringing, the baby is screaming, your five year old is whining, the dog is barking, the doorbell is ringing and the water is boiling over on the stove and you just want to crawl into a corner and cry. You will want your old life back. You will curse the day you decided to have the sex that created these beings. You will feel this way and it is ok. You are human. The moment will pass and you will fall madly back into love with your children again. That is the secret. You will think that you hate your children at times. Obviously you don't, but it will feel that way. In the next instant, it's gone. Don't feel guilty about this. It comes with the job.

More later, I have SOOO much laundry to do, and the packing. My god with the packing.

Where I Actually Answer Your Questions As Opposed to Last Time, When I Did Not

2005-06-29T09:27:00.000-05:00

I asked for questions in my last post. Apparently noone really gives a shit, but I did get a few!! Let me address some of them while I have an extra minute or two here...

My MOM asks: Here's my question- Who is driving (the car, you know, that BIG shiny object that goes fast) on Friday? I'm not making fun of you, I just think maybe PaPa might like to drive Looking forward to sleeping late at our house?

Well Mom, chances are that I will be driving to your place since Mr. JuJu will be driving most if not all of the way to Philly. Since I am distracted easily by big shiny objects, we might have to pull over and switch, but maybe we can make a game of it! Like seeing how long I can stare at the shiny objects before the car starts pulling off of the road (mental note to get the alignment checked before Friday). To the second question? To quote my dear husband, "Does a bear shit in the woods?"...."Does the pope wear a funny hat?". OF COURSE I would look forward to sleeping in but I don't think we will have the opportunity as we will have to get up and get moving.

Chef asks: Write an essay 50 words or less on one of the following subjects.1) Darth Vader's Helmet in The Empire Strikes Back2) How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop.3) What you would rather be? A grasshopper or an ant and why?

Well Chef, I didn't like writing essays in school, and I'll be damned if I am going to write one here on my personal website, but I will pick one of your questions and give it a thought or two. I'm going to have to go with #2. My thoughts on the Tootsie Roll Question For the Ages can be summed up in three words. No fucking way. I'd like to meet the person who has the time and or patience to actually sit and count each separate lick until the very end. There is no answer. If there is? I don't care. I'm too busy shoving those lollipops into my son's mouth so that I can have 3 minutes of silence to make an important phone call. (By the way? WAY more than 50 words there)

Ok then. I have, WOW, one more question (three parts) that I will get to later in the day. Keep them coming!

Staring At the Keyboard

2005-06-28T07:43:00.000-05:00

I've got nothing right now. At some point, lack of sleep really begins to take it's toll on your brain function. Mine is performing at the borderline retarded level these days. Not quite Paris Hilton retarded, but getting there.

Oh lookey! Something shiny!

Oh sorry. I am just going to go ahead and flat out steal Chris's idea and ask you all for some questions. I've got a lot to do throughout this week to ready ourselves for travel with a new baby, and I also have to lose ten pounds and get LittleJuJu registered for kindergarten (shutup, I know it's almost July) so you ask questions, I answer. Maybe even truthfully. You can also request a photo of something. I might be able to operate small hunks of metal.

They are shiny!

I'm Thrilled

2005-06-27T13:54:00.000-05:00

You can upload images with Blogger now!

Whoa, Stick With A Topic, Woman

2005-06-24T15:09:00.000-05:00

It's Friday, and around our house as of late, this means....company. The grandparents have been taking turns coming to visit the new baby (and the boy) almost every weekend, with the exception of a couple. We have another friend visiting on Sunday. Then I have the week to prepare for a) LittleJuJu's week+ vacation in Pennsylvania with my parents and b) Mr. JuJu, BabyJuJu and my trip to Philly for a conference and c) a wedding in Cincinnati. We'll be busy, so you see. Any one up for guest blogging in my absence from 4th of July weekend on? Lemme know.

BabyJuJu was 2 months old this week! She had a great check-up and is putting on weight like a champ. I cannot get enough of the chubby rolls on her thighs and her big cheeks. She went from 5th percentile to 50th in one month. I am happy with this, as she was 3 weeks early. Must be all of those Twinkees and beer.

I leave you with another one of LittleJuJu's quips:

"Can I say 'balls' ?"
"Well, it depends. What sort of balls are you talking about?"
"..... points to crotch...."
"Ah, no you may not."
"Oh alright. I'll call them testics then."

Yes, he calls his testicles "testics". Don't ask me why. I do not know.

Do You Likey?

2005-06-23T12:47:00.000-05:00

Big thanks to Emily at Ciao! My Bella for the revamp of my site. If you are tired of your look go over and check out their portfolio...thanks so much, Emily!

Hold on to Your Hats

2005-06-21T12:08:00.000-05:00

My little girl laughed at me this morning. I know, I know...she is amazing. You don't have to tell me. I suppose it wasn't exactly a laugh, more like she was smiling REALLY HARD and some noise came out that faintly resembled a laugh, so in my world: she laughed. Shut up.

I wanted to call Mr. JuJu at his office to share the big news, but guess what? That's right. HE'S GOLFING TODAY. You snooze, you lose I guess.

(Not on the) Green With Envy

2005-06-17T07:39:00.000-05:00

My dear husband is playing golf today. Enjoying the gorgeous sunshine, with adults. I've no comprehension of what it is like to spend hours with adults having fun without children. I've made him suffer enough, dropping subtle hints of, "NO FAIR!" and "BULLSHIT!"...but he went anyway. Nevermind that (for now) this post is not about what irks me about my husband (how dare he have FUN without me?!) but rather what makes him the man I fell in love with and who stole my son's heart as well as mine.

He's always been unsure and a bit nervous about being a dad. Not in a way that you would ever notice, as he seems as comfortable with his kids as he does sleeping in our new soft as clouds recliner. He is unsure in a way that causes him to ask himself if he is doing a good job. Unsure in a way that makes you realize that, maybe that is what makes a good dad after all. A father who is constantly wondering if he is doing the best for his children. A father who agonizes over each interaction hoping that his child is getting the most from it. He sincerely wants what is best for them at all times.

I remember when we first started dating and we were at the mall doing some Christmas shopping with LittleJuJu, he was not yet 2 years old. It was one of our first outings as a "threesome" and can I just say that I have never seen someone carry a child as proudly as my husband was carrying my son? He radiated pride just by holding that child. I knew he would be fine with the new role he was accepting. I told him that if he ever felt overwhelmed, I would understand. He could run at any time...I knew it was hard. He never ran. I know now that he would never run.

Now I see him with our daughter. He stares at her and wonders aloud at her beauty. He came to find his own way of settling her when she is upset and you would think that he held the secret formula for cold fusion in his hands...he did it! He got it! He is a daddy who knows what to do! I'm so proud of him and so proud to call him my husband, but even more proud to call him the father of my children.

Happy (early) Father's Day, Sweetie...you enjoy your day on the course (and the one next week...CHRIST, is that all you do?!) you deserve it.

How About Another Picture!

2005-06-14T09:51:00.000-05:00

Typing with one hand is fun! Or not so much. BabyJuJu is taking all of my attention today and what she is not hoarding, I have to save for cleaning out my closet. Maternity clothes BE GONE!

(Edit: It's been said that she looks "grumpy" and "intense" in this picture...for the record, she ALWAYS looks grumpy and ALWAYS is frowning at me. She hates me, I know it)

You Can Skip This One

2005-06-13T09:09:00.000-05:00

I seem to be having a mundane sort of a day. Actually, to be quite honest, everyday seems mundane lately. I was so looking forward to the weekend, so Mr. JuJu could be home with us for two days, then we ended up fighting. Blah, blah. Oh! We did get alot done around the house, organizing closets and the basement and readying for a garage sale...are you as bored as I am with this post?

Enough, ok, gathering the kids and getting out of here! Maybe more later, how about a picture for now? BabyJuJu doing what she does best...stretching in her sleep.

Let Me Bend Over Here

2005-06-09T12:10:00.001-05:00

I'd like to take a moment to share with you a few of the charges listed in the itemized hospital bill that I received after BabyJuJu's birth. Those of you with children will not be surprised and those of you without, can you fucking believe this?! Bullet form, of course...

*Heel Hugger Warmer (basically a piece of warm padded velcro that fits snugly around the baby's heel to warm it prior to a needle-stick test) $15.00

*Generic Baby Wipes $5.00

*Oops! yet another Heel Hugger Warmer $15.00

*Diaper Rash Ointment (I don't recall them using any of that...) 5 mg. $4.54

*Private Room $2771.00

*Pharmacy $491.00 (the Percocet wasn't that good)

*Labor and Delivery $4666.00

*Emergency Room (I actually went in thinking I had a bladder infection with severe back pain) $242.00

*Laboratory/Pathological (huh?) $133.00

*All Inclusive Ancillaries $206.00

*Nursery $1466.00

*Pharmacy (?) $21.14

*Audiology $137.00

*More Ancillary Crap $7.00 (what is the point?)

*More Lab Crap $201.00

*More Nursery $1100.00 (Sale that day? Maybe Maddie used some Marriott points)

*More Lab Crap $56.50

*Take Home Supplies and Drugs $65.00 (for what? some motrin?)

*More Lab Crap $745.75

*Newborn Initial Care (visit from our pediatrician) $217.00

*More Lab Crap $237.00

*More Lab Crap $91.40

*Anesthesia (the epidural, I assume...the one I didn't want in the first place but was pushed into getting, the one that made me puke in front of my husband for the first time, or rather ON my husband) $1520.00

*Shitty shampoo and conditioner $1234.000

*Band-Aids that leave yucky goo behind for weeks $5678.000

*Flat Diet Sprite $9000.00 times 6

*Industrial Stop-a-flood-in-it's-tracks sized feminine napkins (I don't think I have ever wrote "feminine napkins" before) $5 gazillion dollars

I'll stop there, you get the point. To take the cake? They submitted all of the claims before Maddie was added to the insurance, so now I need to call 5 thousand people to resubmit claims now that she is insured. Otherwise, as you can see...we would need to sell our next child to pay this bill. (Did I say "next child"? Ha! That lack of sleep is really getting to me!)

(edit: why does Blogger refuse to publish my bullets?!)

(edit 2: all are accurate charges with the exception of the last four, I know it is hard to see the difference between my made-up charges and the actuals)

"W" is for Weary

2005-06-08T07:55:00.000-05:00

Dear BabyJuJu,

Do pray tell why on earth you have so much hatred for your beautiful bassinet? I'm not sure how much longer you will be able to sleep each night in your much loved Papasan. I suppose I must come to the difficult decision of which is better: actual sleep for the family, resulting in a more productive and cheery day, or having you utilize the expensive bed that will only accommodate your little body for a short time (thus resulting in a tired, grumpy, extremely unproductive day). Oh the trials and tribulations of parenthood.

I must say that having Daddy sleep downstairs at night, in order to get some sleep for work just plain sucks. The kitty seems to think that his absence in our bed is some sort of invitation for her to come take his place and sleep with her ass extremely too close to my face. I do not like this. Things need to change around here.

Please take some time today to think things over about the sleeping arrangements. A speedy decision on your part would be much appreciated. Just remember one thing...if Mommy isn't happy, nobody is happy. Sleep makes Mommy happy.

I Love you!

Want to Know What's Attractive?

2005-06-06T14:54:00.000-05:00

I'll tell you what's attractive. Nothin screams "Hot Mama" more than when the front of your body is sunburn-beet red and the back of your body is ghost white. Rawr!

Hugging Alittle Tighter Today

2005-06-05T21:26:00.000-05:00

A good friend of mine lost his little brother yesterday. He'd just turned 23 in April, three days before my Maddie was born. He died in a car crash. I come from a very small town, so when things such as these happen, they are felt pretty strongly by everyone. Even if you haven't ever sat down and talked with this boy (I was always think of him as a boy and was shocked to read that he was 23, when did he grow up!?) you still knew who he was, or have heard his name, or at the very least you knew one of his brothers or father or mother.

I've been thinking about life a lot today. About just how precious and fragile we actually are. We tend to think that we are invincible. We treat our bodies badly, we drink too much, or smoke too much or drive to fast, thinking that we would never be that one who would die as a result of our everyday carelessness. I wonder where he was going in that car and if he had told his mom that he loved her that day.

If you do one important thing today, do this: tell someone you love them and hug them tight. You really never know what the day may bring. Don't ever take for granted that your life is precious and the people around you would be devastated to see you go. Take care of yourselves.

We'll miss you Little Cory.

Just Playing with Flickr

2005-06-01T15:50:00.000-05:00

Boring
Originally uploaded by JuJuBeeJenny.

You wanted BabyJuJu Pictures...you got 'em.

Click on her for more.

Yeah, yeah...two posts in one day. Shut up.

I Fear That A Beehive is Forthcoming

2005-06-01T10:13:00.000-05:00

I just had one of those Oprah LightBulb Moments (TM).

I was ironing (gasp, I know...) but not only was I ironing, I was ironing with the baby on my hip.

Who in the hell am I?

Overheard

2005-05-29T11:43:00.000-05:00

LittleJuJu has a new love for volcanos. Ok well, not so much a "love" for volcanos, since he is deathly afraid that one will erupt in our neighborhood, so maybe more of an "interest". Every once in awhile he will start an hour long Q and A about the weather and will we be killed in a volcano eruption that particular day or will we, you know, have sunny skies.

Yesterday, the sky turned that intense shade of periwinkle and gray that you see right before a rainstorm. Of course he was convinced that a volcano or a tornado was eminent. I was listening to him talk to Daddy about the forecast...I don't know when the word, "VAGINA" came into play (Mr. JuJu?) but this IS what I heard, come from my 5 year old's mouth:

Vaginas are NOT volcanos. They are girl's penises.

OK then. We'll have to iron out a few anatomically correct details, no big deal. Later he was sitting at the computer with Daddy, checking the forecast on weatherbug ( I think when Daddy said there would be no tornado or volcano eruption resulting in our untimely death, LittleJuJu asked him to "prove it") and he said:

If the weatherman is wrong, I'll shoot my eye out.

Do you think he is getting enough attention?

What She'd Say if Only She Could

2005-05-26T21:52:00.000-05:00

I've taken over Mommy's computer (ok...really it's DADDY'S, see how I have already begun to side with my father?) to announce that I am now officially one month old. I know that you are impressed with my mad spelling skills. It's amazing what you can learn in a few short weeks sitting on Mommy's lap in front of her (his) computer.

The past month has been quite a trying time for my family. Mommy has had to deal with her body and her hormones struggling to get back to normal (as if her hormones were ever what you would consider "normal" in the first place) and my daddy has had to learn what it is like to be a father from the "start". You may or may not know that he became a father to my big brother during his 18th month of life, which was well past sleepless nights and little, teeny, tiny helplessness. I was born at 6 pounds 1 ounce...then I lost some weight, and now I am back up to almost 7 pounds. You can imagine that my family might be afraid of breaking me. Now multiply that times one million and THAT is how afraid my Daddy is of breaking me. Isn't he cute!?

My big brother might be having the hardest time of all, though he hides it extremely well. My parents think he has adjusted amazingly though I sense that he might be feeling threatened by me. I see they way he sulks when ANOTHER present shows up for ME at the door. He pretends to love me and will even give me hugs and kisses when the big people are looking, but I know the truth. I am afraid...that kid is smart. Oh, and he is LOUD. I think his plan is to demolish any remote chance of my ever hearing completely well. He's crafty like that. He's got these people so fooled.

Wait, I was wrong. It's not my brother that has the hardest adjustment to me...it is the cat. First she gets confused because Mommy and Daddy call her by my name and me by hers (don't deny it, Daddy, I heard you call me "Allie") and she is just plain old ignored these days. My presence has her completely confused. Lets face it, she is a cat. She has no idea what the hell I am or why I am here but she knows that since I came, her family has forgotten her. Poor thing. She better just accept that I am the baby now. Mwahaha.

I've heard them say that I am a good baby. I suppose I would have to agree. I sleep all day and only wake a couple of times each night to eat, usually falling right back to sleep. I have started to fuss and get on my parents nerves a little more these past few days, but I think they had it too easy there for a few weeks. Need to keep them on their toes, you know? Just wait until I am a teenager.

If you are reading this, Mommy? I'm thinking that if I don't grow into my clothes soon, we are going to have to go shopping again for more preemie clothes...I am really getting tired of the same old pajamas. Also, Internet? Thanks for all of your kind words and pretty presents for my family. I can't wait to have my own website and embarrass my mommy the way she will inevitably embarrass me here. Looking forward to month 2!

Posting on 2 Hours of Sleep is Challenging, At Best

2005-05-19T10:18:00.000-05:00

I can't wait until all of those pregnant bloggers catch up and have their babies so I don't feel like the only one with nothing to talk about but ALL BABY ALL THE TIME! Also wanted to thank Jazzy for sending the baby a beautiful gift...please go and visit her. She has some crazy news to share! Thanks also to Beth and Chris for sending a gift...You guys are the bestest ever.

So the little one turned 3 weeks old yesterday. Coincidentally she was also DUE yesterday...so you do the math. It seems like the 3 weeks that she was to still be floating around in my belly, she spent sleeping. Since her due date is upon us, things have woken up a bit. She's all like, "Wha? Huh? I'm DUE now? So I have to wake up? Ohhhh, noone told me...damn....ok, I'm up. I'm up." (I like to think she has a bit of a trucker mouth on her, it gives her character) And believe me, she is UP. Mostly between 2 and 5 a.m. but whatever. My mom is coming this evening and staying through the weekend, maybe we'll have to schedule some quality Nana/BabyJuJu bonding time. Preferably between the hours of 2 and 5 a.m.

Pictures...I know everyone keeps asking for pictures. I'm trying to but everytime she does something cute we are nowhere near the camera and you all know babies who are 3 weeks old don't do a whole lot of "cute" so my photo-ops are few and far between. Now if you want a whole bunch of pictures of sleeping? That I can do. Except that Mr. JuJu took the digital camera on a business trip with him today and won't be back until Saturday night. So, send him hate mail if you like.

Thanks For Sticking Around

2005-05-16T12:59:00.000-05:00

It happens, you know? It happens even to the best of friends. Something happens in your life, something big. I don't mean something like you had a date with the guy you have had your eye on for two months, or that you finally finished that book you have been struggling through for a year. I mean big things...marriage, moving, birth, death. You don't mean for it to happen but eventually the visits stop, the phone calls shorten until they trail off altogether. Birthdays go unnoticed, emails are few and far between. It's ok. This is part of life. People intertwine themselves into your world for either long or short periods, you never can tell which it will be. If you are lucky, you can still run into each other a year or two down the road and be able to embrace one another and ask how things are going, rather then averting your eyes and pretending not to notice.

So this blog was my friend, one of my best friends. Then something BIG happened. Something HUGE (if you can call 6 pounds 1 ounce "huge") and I fell back. I ignored it, hoping a post might write itself and publish without my fingers being present. I hovered over the keyboard willing an idea to come to me. There is so much to write about, so much involving this HUGE part of my life but I have no idea where to start. Do I start at the beginning, with the torturous pain and long hours of labor? Do I start when the pain was over and the beautiful baby became a very real part of our lives? Do I begin where we thought we were home-free only to realize that we were not allowed to bring our little angel home, that the doctors were not quite done with her yet? I don't know. I've decided to just leave that all in the past. Leave that extremely difficult and scary journey in my mind and concentrate now on the present.

The present is glorious. Our angel is home and healthy and beautiful and we have begun our lives as four instead of three. She sleeps, she eats, she poops. Just as she is supposed to. She is perfect and for now at least, life is perfect. Forgive me friend, for my absence. I'm back and I am stronger having gone through what I (we) have. I've missed you!!