Just Peachy

Life has been busy as ever... so sorry for the lack of posts. These past few weeks I have been working more then the usual 2-3 days a week, it's been 4-5 (and they are 10 hour days minimum). The good news is that I am love, love, loving work, but bad news is I am missing my kiddo's/husband like crazy, so on my days off I am just soaking them in.
 The other week I FINALLY got around to picking the peaches from the tree... I got 9 full bags! 2 I took to work to share, 2 I froze, 2 mom froze and 3 we used to make 84 jars of jam and jelly! That's right, 84!!!!! It was fun.... took about 6 hours, but fun and yummy. Guess what people are getting for Christmas?!?!?! Oh Angie, do you want some for the Africa trip fundraiser (just thought of it)?

 

 

 

Also, remember that sweater I made for Klein baby #1, yeah the baby that I KNEW was going to be a boy? I finally got to use it (the sweater, not the baby). Looking at Wesley in it, I feel like he should be just getting off a Nordic fishing trip.... the sweater, the pale skin the stunning indigo blue eyes. Any way, fun to finally see the sweater on a baby instead of hanging in the closet. 

Another First

Yet again another Motherhood first... Mallory had been given a supper cute birthday card with little colored decorative cotton balls on it and she loved playing with it. The other day she came up to me with her head held funny and was  saying 'aaahhhhhhhh, aaahhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh '  and was on the verge of freaking out. Since she it typically very articulate I knew there had to be something wrong since she was using grunts and groans instead of explaining the meaning of life to me in the queens english. Now to only figure out what the problem was. A split second later her finger started to creep inside her right nostril as she continued to 'aaaaaahhhhhhh' at me. I had her lean her head back and I could see just a sliver of bright yellow fluff.

I just about died laughing. Poor girl is almost in full blown panic mode and there her mom is laughing it her (probably not the best thing for her little psyche). I tried closing off her left nostril and having her blow it out... but it was too jammed up in there. So I told her we would have to do surgery (she is WAY into having to do surgery on EVERYTHING) so she was excited about it. She was a trooper, she tilted her head back, held very still and let me gently 'cram' my eyebrow twister up her nostril and grab that little yellow fluff ball. (I figured if that didn't work the next stop was my hospital and I could use the long, skinny alligator forceps that I use to get foxtails out of dogs ears).

Half a Year

I can't believe how time flies. Wesley has already been here a half a year already! Wow! He really is perfect in every way. He is a happy, content, babbling, smiley, ticklish little man. He is starting to flirt with ladies when they coo over him... it's adorable. He still has just a touch of reddish blond hair, but his indigo blue eyes make up for the bald-ness factor. He puts everything in his mouth (though we still don't see or feel any teeth), and if we are eating/drinking something, he wants it too. He loves, I mean LOVES to eat! Milk, solids, mashed, pured, cubed, cooked, raw... whatever, just let him but it in his mouth and he's happy. Hes a big fan of sleeping and takes 3 naps in the day and sleeps all night (8-10 hours straight)... his eyebrows get red when he's tiered, it's his 'tell'... it's so cute. He LOVES the water (we are in the middle of swim lessons with both of them right now). He's sitting up unsupported, but will topple over after a few minutes, which doesn't seem to phase him one bit, he just carries on playing and laughing. He loves to be up high, and if you sit when you're holding him, he'll let you know that that is not tolerated. He had his 6 month check up/shots today. He is now weighting in at a whooping 17 pounds 6.5 oz (48%). Can you believe he's gained 11 pounds since he was born! He's 26.25 inches long (44%) and his peanut head is 42 cm (9%). I am in love, love, love with this little man!

Just a Little Run

Yesterday Carrie and I did yet another 1/2 marathon. It was my third total but my first since having Wesley. It was AWESOME! It was here in beautiful Healdsburg, through the vineyards, with my family and friends waiting at the finish line. What could be better? Uhhhh, shaving 13 minutes from my previous time, that's what could be better! I was shocked how well I did. I wasn't really racing, nor did I really train for it... but I guess when my daily jog includes pushing around 50 pounds of kids and 20 pounds of stroller, when I get a chance to run alone it means I am now lighter.... and apparently faster! I made it through 13.1 mile in 2 hours and 49 seconds!!!! Man, just 50 seconds less and I could have said I ran it in under 2 hours!!!!! Next time. (October 14). But I feel really great about it all. I was 12th in my age group (though I don't know how many there were.... probably 13) ;) Besides feeling stiff and my knees hurting a little I am feeling great. Supper happy I was able to complete it and do better then I had even hoped for! Anyone want to join me in 8 weeks?

The Good Ol' Days

Matthew is an incredible father and husband and has been working so hard (at work, at home, and in the yard) that I thought I would thank him for all that he does for us. For those of you who know Matthew, you know that he thinks with only one part of his body… his stomach (gross, what were you thinking?).  So I thought I would make him a fancy dinner, just like I used to do (before kids). I wanted him to see how much I appreciate and ‘see’ all that he is doing for us (even if I forget to comment on it). So I took the kids grocery shopping and utilized their nap time to prep for this beautiful dinner.

The table was set with our wedding china; a fancy zin filled our wedding crystal wine glasses, the cloth napkins were folded perfectly inside the mother-of-pearl napkin rings we had picked out together. (There were even different sized of forks and a salad plate). You get the picture… a beautiful fancy perfect diner.  I prepared a spring salad with heirloom tomatoes form the garden, fresh steamed spinach and veal saltimbocca with sautéed mushrooms! Then I made a flourless dark chocolate cake with fresh peach sauce for dessert. All looked, smelled and tasted perfect. I had visions of getting all dolled up, getting the kids in their Sunday clothes, and the house spick and span and really blowing his socks off.

What he got was; me still in my sweaty runny clothes (hair in shambles), the kids in the same clothes they had been in all day (I didn’t even get a chance to wash their faces) and the house looked… lived in. The food was wonderful though (if I do say so myself), Mallory sat in her seat and ate for all of 5 minutes then asked to be excused and chased Sonny with a plastic rake and tried to brush him (he was her pet lamb apparently) and Wesley grunted and whimpered because I couldn’t shovel his dinner of bananas and peas in his mouth quick enough. Pretty sure I wasn’t able to make eye contact with Matthew for more than a few seconds before having to attend to someone about something.

But in the end Matthew took me in his arms, kissed me hard, and squeezed me tight and I knew he KNEW what I was trying to do for him. Our life isn’t like the good ol’ days… it’s different… it’s better.

Friends

Mallory just did THE sweetest thing. It was my night to put her to bed (Matthew and I rotate every other night), after saying her prayers and talking about the day, she reached up with both hands and held my face and said, "I love you momma, you are my friend." I instantly burst into tears... but sometimes that all I really want to hear... Sigh. I feel as though my heart is about to explode!

One of THOSE Days

Yeah, I'm having one of THOSE days! You know the kind of day where you just wake up and EVERYTHING is wrong, dirty, whiny, cluttered, frustrating... The kind of day where I just want to play hooky and run away from ALL my responsibility. The kid of day where I'm pretty sure it's taking more effort to remain sane then simply allowing myself to go crazy. Yeah, one of those days. Wish me luck.