Thursday, December 31, 2009

2009-A Year In Review

Wow. It's the last day of 2009. We're ending a decade. Unbelievable. It seems like only yesterday I was sitting here writing my 2008 in review, and another year has passed.

Needless to say, God has blessed our family with so many AMAZING events this year! #1 on that list, the birth of my sweet Reilly Alexander. I'm so very thankful that I was given this little boy as the most precious gift of all.

2009 had other interesting and exciting events as well. Here are some of my most memorable, in no particular order.
  • Keely and Jeff's wedding-what a gift to see my sister beaming and so very happy on July 18th. Jeff is a great addition to our family!
  • Dave and I traveled, (with his sister, niece and mom) to West Virginia. Not only did we endure an 8 hour car ride with his family (one who requested we stop at least an hour for a smoke break!) with me being pregnant, but we also survived having to fix three flat tires on the way home. We had a great visit with his West Virginia family, many of whom I got to meet for the first time.
  • We welcomed a new baby cousin, Tyler, into our family.
  • Grandma kicked butt at her knee replacement surgery and is now walking better than she has in a long time.
  • Kim survived a freak accident falling off the step at Glenn's Grandma's house, broke her ankle in 5 places and underwent surgery.
  • Dave and I celebrated 2 years of marriage and are hoping for 40 more, at least!
  • Kim and Glenn celebrated 10 years of marriage.
  • Brady and I went on a "Bee Boy" hunt at the Longaberger Bee and were victorious, so much so, that Brady was nearly speechless!
  • Dave got a job at Puck Distributing, less than a week before Reilly was born.
  • He also took a stab at selling vacuums...while good at his job, they weren't good for him!
  • We welcomed 2009 in with Keely and Jeff, the same way we plan to welcome in 2010.

I could sit here all day and continue to put in some of our highlights. While there were many exciting things in our lives, there were some pretty interesting things going on around the world too...

  • The Jet Liner that landed in the Hudson River-I remember being at Dave's Dentist and watching this breaking news.
  • Michael Jackson went home to Heaven.
  • Tiger Woods-nuff said.
  • We swore in the first African American President...I sat in my classroom eating lunch with my kids watching this history making moment.
  • Our economy is one of worst recessions we've ever seen
  • President O'Bama came to speak at Notre Dame...never seen so many planes and protesters.
  • Charlie Weis was fired from Notre Dame and Brian Kelly was hired to take over.
  • St. Joe Medical Center moved 4.5 miles from South Bend to Mishawaka
  • The College Football Hall of Fame announced it was leaving South Bend.
  • There was a boy in a balloon...again, nuff' said.
  • One of our own soldiers went crazy at Ft. Hood
  • There was a huge outbreak of the Swine Flu which had many people sick and dying.

2009 has treated us well, we can only pray that 2010 is as good and even better!

Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

One of Many...

Again...a day of reflection! It's Christmas Eve and I am sitting here pondering Christmas Eves of the past, and one in particular comes to mind.

Sadly, I don't even remember how old I was, or the year that it happened. All I know is that we (my sisters and I) were around the age when getting everything Cabbage Patch Kids was a dream come true.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, Christmas Eve at the Moroni house meant that the kids had to sleep downstairs (even though our bedrooms were unoccupied upstairs!) I think Kim usually stayed in her own room (the only bedroom in the basement) and Keely and I always slept on the pull-out couch. The reason for this was then we wouldn't wake up when Santa came, because you know he never comes to houses where someone is awake!

For 364 nights a year, my bladder always treated me well. I NEVER had to get up in the middle of the night to go potty, EXCEPT ON CHRISTMAS EVE! It never failed. And it was so amazing that usually the "Potty Fairy" struck Keely at about the same time. During this particular Christmas Eve, I remember going upstairs with Keely to go to the bathroom and taking a sneaky peek at the tree to see if Santa had come yet.

Santa had come alright and he brought with him a CABBAGE PATCH WONDERLAND! It seemed like our entire living room was filled with Cabbage Patch Delights. I don't even remember what all we got, but it was a ton and it was amazing, simply amazing! I remember sneaking around with Keely (ok, she was always the better behaved sister so it was probably me more than her) and quickly taking a peek at all of the fun stuff. I don't know for sure, but it seems like we got a crib, playpen, stroller and other stuff. I do remember it was stuff that Santa had put together for us so we were ready to play with it right away!

I hope that in the near future, we can give Reilly some sort of Christmas Morning Delight like I remember getting all those years ago! I can't wait for him to learn about Santa and enjoy all his gifts!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

It's The Day Before, The Day Before Christmas!

Hooray! Christmas is almost here!

I'm not sure what it is about this Holiday Season, but for whatever reason, I've been thinking about different Christmases from the past a lot lately. I don't know if becoming a mommy has changed my outlook on things, or if it has made me think of and miss my mom more than in recent years.

I don't really remember when the real Christmas "activities" started around our house. I know it must have been the 23rd on some years though, because I can distinctly remember my Grandma saying, "Today is the day before, the day before Christmas!" I remember thinking this was as special a day as Christmas, just because she made it one. I don't know why, but it kinda stuck through the years.

Even this morning, when my almost 10 lb. alarm clock went off at 4:45, the first thing I said to him was, "Today is the day before, the day before Christmas, Little Man." He gave me a one eye open, sleepy little look that only spoke one thing..."Change my diaper, please." And so I did.

Looking back, I can't really recall any extra special traditions that we did in my family for Christmas. We never got to open any gifts on Christmas Eve, we never went anywhere special at a special time for a meal or anything, we just spent the day and those surrounding it, close with family!

I guess there were a few things that happened every year...
  • Grandma and Grandpa always came up to our house and it was the one night they stayed with us that they slept upstairs, not down.
  • Grandpa usually made some sort of concoction in the blender (I'm going to say Whiskey Sours) and we always got one little sip.
  • Grandma and Mom usually made dinner (well, there was this one year...which deserves it's own special entry!)
  • We had our own bedrooms, but on this one night during the year, we were forced to sleep in the basement. (Again, there is another blog going to be happening about this event!)
  • When we decorated the tree, (which wasn't usually until the middle of December) we had to wait patiently for dad to put on all the lights, make sure they worked and give us the go ahead to put on the ornaments, then we each took special care in putting on ornaments that we had made or had our names on them.

I'm really looking forward to the next couple of days and getting to cherish Reilly's first Christmas. His first ornament has been hung on our tree with special care and he's ready to celebrate in his many Christmas outfits! He even has one on today...after all...it is "The day before, the day before Christmas!"

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Happy Birthday Auntie Keely


Dear Auntie Keely,


Thanks for being one of the greatest Aunties in the world! I really love spending time with you and love when we get to snuggle together. Thanks for "riding a bike" with me when I have some gas bubblers in my belly that refuse to come out.


Mommy, Daddy and I hope you have a great birthday today and want you to know that we love you bunches.


Happy Birthday! Please come play soon!


Love,


Reilly

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Meeting Miss Betsy

Less than 3 weeks...that's all I have left of my leave, that's less than 21 days that Reilly and I can spend the majority of our days snuggling, cooing, playing and hangin out together. In less than 3 weeks, I have to make the dreaded trip to drop Rei off at Miss Betsy's house for daycare.

Tonight was our official "Meet and Greet" with Miss Betsy. I had the pleasure of getting to know her and her daughter (at least one of them) last year when I tutored Whitney. Miss Betsy comes very highly recommended by many people, so I trust that our lil man will be in the best hands possible, but I still have to make the trip and leave him there in less than 3 weeks. :(

Tonight was the first night that Dave and Reilly got to meet Miss Betsy, and Miss Betsy got to get her hands on Rei. She jumped right in as soon as he was out of his car seat so they could start to get to know one another. I think she already loves him as much as we do! Reilly just sat and stared up at her and then around the play room where we were sitting, plus, Miss Betsy has long hair, which is great for pulling, so I think Reilly was in love, too!

I'm excited for the experiences that Reilly is going to have at Miss Betsy's house, but I sure am sad that we're not super rich and I can't be a stay at home mommy!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Prune Juice = Barium Blowout!

On Friday, Reilly had to go to the Med Center for his second Upper G.I. in his short little life. Dr. Meier wanted to make sure nothing had changed from the first test and make up for some errors that were done during the original procedure. (They didn't keep him long enough to make sure everything in his belly traveled far enough down--needless to say, we almost had a Mama Bear moment when I found out we could have avoided this second test if the first one had been done correctly!)

For those that don't know the procedure with an Upper G.I., they make him drink a bottle of barium so that they can watch it travel down his pipes to make sure everything is working properly. Thank goodness he's not picky when he's hungry, because the stuff smells disgusting, but he happily drinks away. Imagine liquid chalk...that's what it looks like going in and that's what it looks like coming out, either the top or the bottom!

During both tests, Rei has "painted" the lead vest that I had to wear. The poor thing doesn't have any better luck keeping the barium down than he does the milk.

During the first test, the Radiologist told me there was a chance that the barium would make him constipated. Well...he didn't have any problem passing it that same day. Thankfully, Daddy had decided to change his diaper that time, and boy was he in for a surprise! We had to go straight from the changing table to the shower because it was just all over.

This time was a different story! Same amount of barium, same type of bottle, not the same results. He finished drinking his barium cocktail around 11:15 Friday morning. By Friday night, we'd been given no presents in his diapers and were getting concerned because he was very uncomfortable. His tummy was like a rock, but he was still willing and eager to eat.

We called Dr. Meier, who happened to be on call this weekend, for some tips. She suggested a suppository from the pharmacy (which we passed on!), taking his temperature rectally (to which his Daddy replied, "Be brave, buddy!-and even putting him through this got us no where!), or giving him an ounce of prune juice. Since we had no prune juice, we tried to put him in a warm shower, which again go us no where.

Saturday came and he was still not doing anything, and clearly uncomfortable. Aunt Keely did a lot of "bike riding" with him, along with tummy massages, but we only had noise, no product! We ended up going to Meijer last night for prune juice. Here's what happened:
Prune Juice=Barium BLOWOUT!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Sympathy Pain...

As everyone knows, Reilly has brought so much joy to our lives. He makes me smile EVERYDAY! I never imagined loving another person nearly as much as I love "My little man!"

I'm very thankful that God blessed me with a baby who loves to snuggle. It's one of our favorite things to do, and I try to take advantage of every minute he's up for it, because I know it's not going to last long.



This week, we've been spending our days out at Kim and Glenn's house. We're doing all that we can to help Aunt Kim feel better. She was at Glenn's grandparents house on Saturday, and fell down a step while carrying a cedar chest. She's now flat on her back, having undergone surgery on Sunday morning for her ankle which is broken in three places and a messed up ligament.

We've discovered that Reilly isn't only good for snuggles...he's also good at showing sympathy pains...He's even willing to put his foot up so Aunt Kim doesn't have to be the only one!

A Week Of Firsts!

Wow...it's been quite a week! Reilly has had so many new experiences and events in his life over the past 7 days, it's been a crazy week of firsts for him!

Thursday 11/26 was our little "turkey's" first Thanksgiving. We spent a wonderful day out at Kim and Glenn's house and enjoyed a huge turkey feast. Reilly loved being cuddled by Great Grandma (who didn't share him all that much!), Great Grandpa, Aunt Keely, Uncle Jeff, Aunt Kim, Uncle Glenn and Brady. He also met Father Cam and Father Wally as well as seeing Mr. and Mrs. Ornat again. We had a great time with everyone and this year was extra special because of being so thankful for our 8 pound little man.








Friday 11/27 was Reilly's first BLACK FRIDAY! Although he was up with me at 2:15 am, he didn't venture out with Kim and I at 3:20 when the party started! :) He and Daddy stayed in bed and met us at Menards (we were there for the second time) around 10:15 and then went to lunch with us! He did spend the rest of the day with us learning how to shop, shop, shop!
Monday 11/30-Tuesday 12/1 was the first night that my little "Sleeping Beauty" slept the entire night and didn't get up at all! He went to bed about 9:40 and didn't get up until Dave's alarm went off at 6:00. I woke up around 5 am in a complete panic that something was wrong, but he was happily in dream land! (He slept the entire night again on Wednesday night--I might really learn to like this!)









Wednesday 12/2 Reilly had his first "babysitter" experience. He and I have been spending most of our days out with Aunt Kim, who is recovering from her broken ankle and we were out there again yesterday. Glenn was out cutting wood and it was time for Brady to go to school. I got both boys all packed up and ready to go, (packing Rei went much quicker than Brady, actually!) and by the time we were ready to leave, my little snoozasaurus was zonked out in his car seat so he stayed with Aunt Kim while I took Brady to school! Aunt Kim and Uncle Glenn actually kept him for a much longer period on Thursday when I had a dentist appointment and some errands to run!



Wednesday 12/2 didn't end with the first babysitter. Reilly also got to experience his first Notre Dame event. The three of us went to the Notre Dame Women's Basketball game! Reilly did awesome. He stayed awake for the entire game and loved looking at all the lights! I think he is going to be quite the Irish fan...now if we could just get him a good football team that's worth cheering for!
It's been a big week in my little man's life. I thank my lucky stars that I get to be home with him everyday and experience these things with him.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

92 Years Young


92 years young is how old Gramma is today! For those unfortunate souls who have never met Gramma Moroni, she is the spunkiest, wildest lady I know!
I was just on the phone with her talking about her plans for Turkey Day and her Birthday. She said she was going to our cousins, and looking forward to getting out of the house. I reminded her not to eat much turkey so she would have plenty of room to enjoy cake and ice cream...her response..."Well, there's going to be ham to, so I'm just going to take multiple trips...even if it takes me all day!" Love it.
We also talked about turning 92 and all the fun and exciting things she's gotten to do in her life. I asked if she felt like she was 92...after she thought for a minute she said, "Well, most days I feel like I'm 45." You go girl!
Happy Birthday Gramma, we love you! Enjoy your cake and ice cream...even if it takes all day-you deserve it!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

My Second Mama Bear Moment

These "Mama Bear" moments seem to be coming more frequently these days. I'm quickly learning that there's nothing I won't do to take care of Reilly and his care, health and safety is forever going to come first from now on.

In going through everything with Reilly's upper g.i. test, Dave and I have been thinking long and hard about how happy we were with the pediatrician that we had Reilly seeing. We've had some concerns with things in the past, and this past week, we've just come to the conclusion that we needed to explore other options.

I called a couple of new Dr.'s offices yesterday to see if we could get him in somewhere else. Everyone told me the same thing, they had to get his records from the old Dr. before they would see him. Okay, easy enough.

I called the old Dr. to get the records sent over, and was told I had to come in and sign a release of records form so they could send them. Great, I'm on my way. I get there, get the forms filled out and signed and take them back up to the window. I'm told there's a fee of $20.00 for them to transfer records. Okay, not happy, but I wrote the check.

Then, I'm told that the earliest that the records would be transferred is about a week and a half to two weeks. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I had provided all the information they needed, all they had to do was fax the records over to the new Dr. I was told that there was no way that could happen.

Evidently, Memorial "outsources" their medical records, and the only people that can transfer patient records is the people that they are outsourced too. Of course, the outsourced people aren't coming back to our particular office until Friday of this week. When I then asked if the records could be released to me, as his mother, they said no. UM...WHAT? I'M HIS MOTHER. I HAVE A RIGHT TO MY SON'S MEDICAL RECORDS. Nope. Another not nice lady, comes around the corner and in a very snotty tone tells me that Indiana state law states that Dr.s offices have up to 30 days to transfer records, and I should feel lucky that it only might be 2 weeks. Here go the claws.

Long story short, I fought with the Dr.s office and "outsourced" company for 4.5 hours yesterday over the phone trying to get a copy of my son's medical records. No one seemed to get that my son has a medical issue that we wanted a second opinion on and release the records to me. I couldn't get the nurses or ladies to understand that if they would just give me the records, they could be done dealing with me. They just kept telling me to look up Indiana state laws, they were well within their rights.

At one point, I was told that because I was being so disrespectful (this by the woman who hung up on me!) and if I didn't calm down, I would only be allowed to talk to their lawyer. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? It was the most frustrating day of my life.

It wasn't until our last phone call, that I had shared that I had indeed looked up some of the Indiana state laws (well...really, Aunt Keely did this and shared with me what she found!) that I finally got somewhere. We went from absolutely not being able to access the records before Friday to them suddenly being willing to fax them to the new Dr. today. Miracles of all miracles. It pays not to give up!

I'm not proud of how I acted and some of the things I said to these ladies yesterday...but seriously...don't mess with Reilly's health. You won't win.

My First Mama Bear Moment

I've always heard of those "crazy" parents that go all nuts when something doesn't go wrong with their child. Being a teacher, I've always understood that feeling to a certain degree. There wasn't much I wasn't willing to do for my kids at school...for the most part, I've always been willing to stand behind them 100% and believe in them.

On Tuesday morning, I officially had my first "Mama Bear" moment. A moment in which I wanted to hurt another human being for "messing" with my little man.

We had to go to the Navarre Place Tuesday morning for Reilly's upper g.i. test. He wasn't allowed to eat for 4 hours prior to the test. He had gotten up at 3:00 on Tuesday morning and I fed him. He didn't get up again, (although we tried at about 4:30 so he wouldn't be starving!) He woke up at 6:15 and of course he wanted to eat. He was hungry. That's what he does.

The poor thing had to endure me walking, rocking, singing, swinging, bouncing, everything I could think of to get his mind off of food. Nothing was working to well...he just wanted to eat. We finally left the house at about 8:00 and were on our way over to the Dr's office for the test. Thankfully Aunt Kim met us in the parking garage so we had some extra support.

We were called back to the room about 9:00 and he was stripped down, ready for his test. I was gowned up in the special x-ray gown so I could stay with him. He was still very hungry. Aunt Kim had to go to the hallway and wait for us.

By the time the nurses had him ready and had talked to me about what he would be doing, it was about 9:10. They told us to hang out, the Dr. would be right in to complete the test. We waited. And waited. And waited some more. At 9:25, I finally opened the door to at least let Kim know nothing was happening. The nurses continued to come in and check on us, (I'm sure it was because my son was SCREAMING from hunger and they were annoyed!)

Aunt Kim took her turn trying to calm our little hungry man down,(side note, at this point, I too was crying with frustration that my baby was having to go through this!) and as she was pacing the hallway, she stumbled upon a room where the Dr. was sitting. This was a conversation she overhead from the hallway.

Nurse: "Dr., we're ready when you are."
Dr. "What do you have?"
Nurse: "A baby-3 weeks old." (In a tone that showed even she was annoyed for making us wait at this point.
Dr. "Ok."

He continued to sit there, not moving. Kim continued to stand outside the door and let Reilly scream...point for Aunt Kim!!!!!!!!

It wasn't long after that, that the Dr. finally came into the room to see us. 50 minutes later than our original appointment, almost 7 hours since the last time my child had eaten. It wasn't pretty. It took all I had not to rip his hair off his head when he was all smiley and asked how we were doing. Seriously???

Needless to say, Reilly sucked down the nasty Barium at a high rate of speed...it could have been rat poison, he didn't care. Unfortunately, almost as soon as it went down, it started to come back up, so wasn't full for long.

Thankfully, with everything we had to endure, the test came back and showed that all Rei's insides are normal and we just have to get this acid reflux issue settled.

I know have a much better understanding of the protective feeling a mother feels for her children. There's nothing like the helpless feeling that you get when you can't fix them. I also think that Dr. should feel pretty blessed that I didn't go crazy, cuz I wanted to.

Here's hoping Reilly won't remember his week 3 birthday, it wasn't the greatest.

This Is What I Make...

WHAT TEACHERS MAKE
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?" Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?" (She paused for a second, then began...) "Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor. I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 minutes without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental." "You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.) ''I make kids wonder. I make them question. I make them apologize and mean it. I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions. I teach them to write and then I make them write." "Keyboarding isn't everything. I make them read, read, read. I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator." "I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity. I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe. I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in the United States of America."Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life." (Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.) "Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant.. You want to know what I make? I MAKE A DIFFERENCE" "What do you make Mr. CEO?" His jaw dropped, and he went silent.

Monday, November 16, 2009

A Helpless Feeling

Ugh. I was recently talking to one of my dear friends telling her about my experiences of being a mommy. She's an amazing person, friend, mother, co-worker and role model. Through the past years that I've known her, I've learned countless lessons from her and really look up to her. She has been amazing since I've had Reilly, calling nearly every day to see how we are doing and if we need anything.

The last time we were talking, it was the same day that I had found out that Reilly had to have an Upper G.I. test on Tuesday to see why he always gets sick when he is done eating. I was sharing my concerns with her, and I knew she could hear the tears in my voice. She let me vent about how unfair life is and ask over and over why he had to go through this test when he hasn't done anything to deserve it. She listened and sympathised with me. Her next comment really struck me and it's been on my mind ever since.

Here's what she said. "Kori, welcome to motherhood. All of those times that people told you that you could never imagine loving anyone as much as you would love your son suddenly seems so true. You are officially a mommy because you now know what it feels like to be helpless to a situation no matter how hard you try or what you do. Unfortunately, this will be the first of many times like these."

I've thought about what she said a lot since then. Here's my conclusions...this part of motherhood stinks! There is nothing I would love more than to fix Reilly's tummy so that he doesn't spit up each time he eats. I want to fix his belly so that he's not in pain, I want to wave a wand and make him better. I just can't. And it STINKS! This helpless feeling STINKS!

I have realized in the past 20 days that there is no greater joy than being this little man's mama. He is the most precious gift I've ever been given and I am so blessed to call him mine. It's true, you don't know your heart's capacity to love until you see your child for the very first time. I just wish my love for him could fix his belly!

Our Plentiful Harvest

For those of you reading this that know me well, you probably know that I've pretty much had a lifetime goal of growing pumpkins.

I remember asking my mom and dad (mostly my dad) each year if this was the year that I would get to plant pumpkins in the backyard. Each year, the answer remained the same..."NO!" I even presented it in different ways each year, hoping my persuasive powers would do the trick. They (again, mostly dad) never wavered though, he always stuck with the same answer. Each year, when Halloween was over, I used to sneak back to the big field in the back of our house and throw my pumpkin down as hard as I could in hopes that it would break open, the seeds would spread and the next year, there would be "magical" pumpkin plants that popped up. That didn't even work.

Well, now that I'm married, and have my own backyard, I brought up the idea to Dave this year. He jumped right on board. (Just another reason I love him!) So, let me set this up for you...we went to the friendly Menards store back in June and bought three kinds of pumpkin seeds. We bought seeds to grown mini pumpkins (you know, like the gourd kind), seeds to grow regular sized pumpkins and seeds to grow giant jack-o-lanterns.

Dave went out back in early July to plant our harvest. We carefully dug up the grass and he popped in the seeds. He figured that it was a good idea to plant all three packets because they certainly wouldn't all grow. Much to our amazement, in just a few short weeks, we had a gazillion and a half pumpkin plants growing and taking over our backyard.

We tended our pumpkins with love and care all summer long. We watered, fertilized, talked to and visited them each day. They grew and grew and grew. They were green and lovely. We were proud pumpkin growers.

One problem--the leaves were bountiful, the fruit was not. We soon began to worry because there weren't to many actual pumpkins growing on the vines. We had a couple, but nothing to write home about. It seemed the mini-pumpkins were doing the best, but how were we ever going to carve those?!?!?!?

Well-our plentiful harvest turned out to be two tiny pumpkins (they were full grown, but the mini gourd kind!) My first year of growing pumpkins, and we get two small pumpkins. Oh well, at least I got to grow pumpkins. Maybe next year's harvest will be more plentiful.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Scoop On Poop...

So here's a blog I never imagined writing...all about poop.

I've had quite a bit of experience with it lately...nearly 5 times a day as a matter of fact. I guess you could say I've even come to appreciate it a little more than I used to. I've gotten used to checking it out, noticing the color and textures...things I'd never thought I'd be doing or interested in. But, here I am..writing about the scoop on poop.

Here are some things I've learned about poop that comes out of a little man.
  • It's often interesting that one little person can produce so much.
  • If the diaper is at a slight angle on the little person's body, there is a greater chance of a blow out, creating a need for a change of clothes, from the onesie, to the outfit to the socks.
  • Little people like to swing their feet, often using their socks as wipes if you aren't quick enough to anchor them down or get the wipe there first.
  • Little men don't poop quietly, everyone in the house knows when the job is done.
  • Little people don't really care if there is a diaper in place or not, if they have to go, they have to go, and they're willing to do the job anywhere...on their mom's chest, in her bed, on the changing table and even on the living room couch.

Just a few more lessons that Reilly teaches me everyday. I wouldn't trade this job for the world!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

One Week Later...

It was almost exactly one week ago that I was walking down the hall at Memorial Hospital, on the way to the Operating Room to welcome Reilly into the world. Yep, that's right, I had to walk down there, looking somewhat like superman, with a blanket cape and all! Dave didn't get to walk with me, he had to come later, after I had been given the epidural.


When we got down to the operating room, I remember the anesteologist talking to me briefly before he began the epidural. Jackie, one of my nurses was standing right in front of me (she could have used a mint) so that I had someone to hold onto as the Doc was doing his thing. I was pretty nervous about the epidural, but it wasn't all that bad. We actually had to do two of them, as he couldn't get the first one to work. The worst part was the numbing shot, just as they said it was going to be.


As soon as he had the epidural in, they had me lay back flat on my back right away. During this time, the other nurse, Chrissy and another one were going through and counting and inventorying all the tools that would be used. I thought that was pretty funny and couldn't quite figure out exactly how we were going to lose anything during the surgery.


Dr. Shah was in there by now, talking to me and getting my belly ready. Dr. Brady, a 4th year resident, was also in there to assist. Dr. Shah went to put up the curtain, so that I couldn't' see anything and warned me that it smelled like a new shower curtain. The anesteologist said that he thought it smelled more like new cheap crayons when you first open the box. These comments got quite the conversation going. We (me included) were then discussing which one the blue sheet smelled more like. I agreed with the crayons, and we eventually convinced Dr. Shah of the same thing. He finally agreed because he said between his two kids and large dog, they had to buy new crayons often because the dog really favored the flavor. Our conversation then went to to how his backyard must be very colorful.


During this time, I heard one of the nurses ask if she should "Go get Daddy?" and Dr. Shah said yes. I think he had already started the process of bringing Reilly into the world. Dave came right in and sat right up by my head. It wasn't to much longer that Dr. Shah told us that Rei's head was out, but I was nervous because there was no crying. Dr. Brady then told me there would be some pressure and my son was born. Again, no crying. I was getting worried, but the nurses and Dave assured me that everything was okay, and at last, we heard a whimper. Not a cry, but a whimper.


During this time, there was a rockin' 80's station on the radio, which started a whole new conversation about good vs. bad 80's music and a small game of "Name that tune", in which Dave participated, but I just listened.


It was about 10-15 minutes later that the nurses finally gave Reilly to Dave and he was able to bring him over to my side of the sheet so that I could get the first glimpse of my son. I was instantly in love.


The Doctors finished their business and we were wheeled into recovery. In recovery, they did what they needed to do, I was finally given some ice chips and then I got to hold my son for the first time! We spent about 25 minutes skin to skin before Dave was able to go tell my family that Reilly had arrived. They came into see us right away.


I didn't get to leave recovery until I was able to move my legs, and my nausea had passed. It wasn't to long before we were wheeled up to room 434, which was to be our home for the next 3 days.


I can't believe it's only been a week that Reilly has been in our lives. I've learned so many lessons in the past 7 days. Just since last Tuesday, I've learned that:



  • It's true what they say, you feel a whole different kind of love when you look at your child for the first time.

  • Boys tend to pee when cold air hits them...even if it's 4:00 am and you are trying to be tricky and change their diaper while laying in bed.

  • Right after cold air makes boys pee, sometimes they poop and it shoots like a fountain, and then you get to change your sheets in the middle of the night.

  • It's just a good idea to get yourself out of bed and change diapers on the changing table to avoid situations as stated above.

  • Housework can wait. Snuggling MUST come first.

  • Doctors can be wrong on predicted weight so you really should have some newborn size clothes around so your son doesn't look like a gangster in every outfit in his closet.

  • My family and friends are the best in the world.

  • Spending the first night in the hospital after a C-section stinks. The nurses are only doing their jobs, but ugh, why can't they just let people sleep?

  • A 7lb being can completely take over your life.

  • Epidurals make your ENTIRE body itch....so much so that running through a car wash and being hit by those coarse brushes seems like paradise.

  • Your entire attitude towards most things changes...as long as your baby is okay, you're okay.

  • I didn't know my heart could expand to love anyone this much.

It's 8:38-and my baby is ONE WEEK OLD! Happy 1 week birthday, Reilly Alexander!

Monday, November 2, 2009

What Does Family Mean?

What exactly does family mean? I've had some time to reflect on that question the past week. As everyone knows by now, Reilly Alexander joined our family last Tuesday morning. Life changed and I wouldn't go back to the way things were for a million dollars. My family became bigger, a teeny tiny person joined my family that changed my life.
My family has changed in other ways. My two sisters became Aunts (one for the first time, one for the second.) My two brother in laws became Uncles (again, one for the first time, the other one for the second.) My dad became a grandpa again, my stepmom-a grandma. My grandparents became great grandparents...my family has changed.
My family has always been close. My sisters are two of my best friends. They are both people that I know I can count on for ANYTHING, they don't ask questions, they don't hesitate, they just help. This has never been more true then the past 7 days.
It all started last Monday, my last without being a mommy, when they both cleared their schedules to take me to lunch. It continued on Tuesday when they both came to the hospital to be with us before I went in for the C-section (and that was at 7:00 am!). It went on when both of them came to the hospital everyday to sit with Reilly and I when Dave was at work, they helped me learn how to be a mommy, they assured me I was doing the right thing, they supported me when I was unsure about what I was doing. They are always there.
I don't know what I would do without Kim and Keely. They have both been priceless in this process of welcoming my son into the world. They've been there with me from the beginning, taking pictures, holding Reilly, changing diapers, soothing cries, and supporting me. They've brought food, love and care everyday since we've been home.
I can't wait for Reilly to get older and realize what special Aunties he has in his life. I know I count my blessings each day for having such amazing sisters in my life. Thanks for always being there, Kim and Keely. I love you.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Hello World!




Reilly Alexander Woods


Born October 27th, 8:38 A.M.


7lbs 15 oz 21" long


Monday, October 26, 2009

12 Hours...42 Minutes...

And I'm going to be a mom. Ok, that might be give or take a few minutes, but I CAN'T WAIT!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Bittersweet

Such a bittersweet day. I couldn't possible be any more excited that in just over 3 days, I'm going to get to hug, cuddle, kiss and snuggle with Reilly. It has seemed like forever ago since the day that Dave and I found out that we were going to be parents. In many ways, it also seems like yesterday.

As time draws near, it's made me a bit reflective. Today is one of those days that are truly bittersweet. For the past 7.5 years, I've come to work each day to be with "my kids." My students have always been my kids. There's not a lot I wouldn't do for them. Even on the bad days, they've still been my kids. I've still loved them.

Don't get me wrong, come about the end of May, I'm ready to send those kiddos home for the summer...but it's only October 23, and the realization hit me this morning that I'm going home for the summer it seems, and they're still going to be here. Bittersweet. I have the most amazing sub coming in to be with my kids for the next 7 weeks, but she gets them, and I don't.

I'm fairly certain saying goodbye this afternoon, even for such a short time, is going to be a hard task. I hope I don't cry. I know they are in awesome hands. I know I'll be in to check on them. I know that my sub is going to keep me informed. I know I'll be busy with MY REILLY, but I'm still going to miss my 24 other ones!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

So Much On My Mind...

I don't even know where to begin with just what is swirling like a tornado around my head. The Dr.'s office called to confirm that Tuesday, 10/27 will be my son's BIRTHDAY. My son. My baby. Hard to believe that I'm going to be a mom.

There have been so very many positive, amazing mother role models in my life, I pray each and every night that I can be half the mom to Reilly that these wonderful ladies have been to me. It seems like an appropriate time to recognize these amazing women, even though most don't read my blog.

My mom-simply one of the most magnificent people I've ever had the opportunity of knowing. It's hard to wrap my mind around the person that she was, putting all others before herself, feeling sick more than half of my life, yet never letting her illness get in the way of her love for her family. Without a doubt, I know that my mom would have done any one thing that I could of ever asked from her. She is my greatest role model and there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of her and smile and wish she was here. I miss her more than I could ever say. It breaks my heart that Reilly will only know Grandma Debbie through pictures and memories.

My Grandma Milner-Another pillar in my life. Grandma and Grandpa have done so MUCH for us throughout my life. I don't know why I deserve to be a granddaughter to one of the most amazing ladies I've ever known. Grandma doesn't know the meaning of selfish and would lay down in a busy street if she thought she would be helping one of us.

My Sisters-Kim and Keely-although one isn't even a mom, she's cared for me more times that I can count. I've learned compassion, love, patience, kindness and generosity from both of them. I don't know what I would do without both Kim and Keely who continue to believe in my and support me in everything I do. (On a side note, it was so exciting to have Aunt Keely with Dave and I for her first (and second) ultra sound yesterday!) My sisters are my rocks, and I know that I can call them in the middle of the night with a problem and they would both be on my doorstep as soon as they could get here if they thought it would help. Reilly is one lucky nephew to call these two amazing girls aunties.

My Step-Mom Diane-I'll be the first to admit, I didn't make her marriage to my dad those first few months (OK, maybe first year) easy. It was a hard transition for me, and I let everyone know. Diane never gave up on me and because of that, she means a lot to me now. I see her parent her three kids, and grandparent her grand kids with love and patience. She makes my dad happy and I couldn't ask for anything else. I value her opinion and hope that Reilly realizes how lucky he is to have Grandma Diane in his life.

There are so many people that I look up to for advice, love, understanding and help. Even those I didn't mention here...there are so many more. I'm such a blessed soul to be surrounded by such awesome ladies each day. I hope that Reilly can look back on his childhood and know that his mommy did her very best each and every day to make him happy, healthy and loved.

Monday, October 12, 2009

One Thing Missing!

Crib--CHECK
Bassinet--CHECK
Diapers--CHECK
Clothes (and lots of em!)--CHECK
Play Pen--CHECK
Rocking Chair--CHECK
Bouncy Seat--CHECK
Swing--CHECK
Exersaucer--CHECK
High Chair--CHECK
Bumbo Seat--CHECK
Stroller--CHECK
Car Seat--CHECK
Monitor--CHECK
Baby--MISSING--But we're pretty dang close!

Monday, September 21, 2009

It's Fitting!

I just got done taking a personality test...here's my results...I agree with most of them. (I'm not real sure about the rap/hip-hop music though!) What do you think?
Warm
You have a genuine interest in other people. You're a natural host, and are always thinking about how you can increase the happiness of those around you. When friends have problems or are in trouble, you're usually the first person they turn to for aid and comfort. Scoring high on the "warm" trait suggests that you are among those who enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.

You don't always say exactly what you're thinking; you don't like the idea of causing anyone pain because of your criticism.

Empathetic

You are in touch with your own feelings, which helps put you in touch with the feelings of others.

You don't buy the logic that your happiness comes ahead of everyone else's because unless you're happy you're incapable of making anyone else happy.

Sympathetic

You have a knack for knowing what's going on in the hearts and minds of those around you, without their having to tell you explicitly. People tend to turn to you with their problems because they know you care, and that you will likely offer good advice and a helping hand.

You do not feel that people with sad stories are just looking for attention, or have brought their problems upon themselves.

Friendly

You would rather hang out with others than spend time alone, and you'd far rather be doing something with your friends than just sitting around. You're happy in a crowded room, club, stadium, or auditorium.

You're not a private person who is ill at ease in a group; you don't view excessive socializing as a waste of time.

Accessible

You're comfortable expressing yourself in words and actions, with no self-censorship. You believe that if someone doesn't like what they see it's not your problem, but theirs. A high score on the "accessible" trait suggests that you have a lot of friends, socialize often, and enjoy rap/hip-hop music.

You don't see the need to keep your thoughts to yourself, or to have a zone of privacy that encompasses only yourself and a small circle of friends and relatives.

Poised

You tend to feel at home wherever you find yourself, even in unfamiliar settings, with new people. It takes a lot to rattle you, and when rattled you recover quickly and gracefully.

You are usually not self-conscious or nervous when you're in an unfamiliar environment or with people you don't know.

Understanding

You are willing to take the time to find out what's going on with other people, especially if they're in distress. You're a good listener, you don't criticize, and you offer unbiased, respectful, honest advice when it's requested. With a high score on the "understanding" trait, it is likely that you are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.

You don't feel the need to impose your standards on others or say things that, even though true, cause pain.

Tender

You are gentle with others, both physically and emotionally. You are careful not to upset people and go out of your way to find the nicest way to say something. You naturally focus on the fact that the world is full of wonderful people, places, and things. More often than not, people with a high score on the "tender" trait enjoy spending time with children, love romantic movies, and are enthusiastic about making the world a better place.

You don't think of yourself as tough-minded or gruff, nor do you need to be seen as some kind of objective source of truth and rationality.

Outspoken

You like to talk. Luckily, you always have something to say, you tell a good story, and people generally enjoy listening to you. It's no wonder that you're often the center of attention.

You don't tend to keep your thoughts to yourself, and you don't feel you're imposing on others when you share your thoughts and opinions with them.

Scrupulous

You are an honest, fair person. You don't lie or cheat to get ahead. You treat others with respect and hope for the same in return.

You do not feel that you are above the rules that everyone else follows; you are definitely not willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Pictures From My REJECT Friends....(Finally!)

This is the super cute wash cloth bouquet that I was given.
Who doesn't love all these little goodies?

I'm a big fan of the frogs on the left and the puppies on the toes to the right!



Cute lil' giraffe and more frogs! I love it!



Wednesday, September 9, 2009

9/9/09

It's the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth year (after the millennium, that is!)

Here are nine things on my mind today...
  • We have 8 weeks (give or take a few days hopefully) until I get to hold Reilly in my arms and kiss his face!
  • I have 7 hours until I'm probably getting the news that I will have to start taking insulin because of my gestational diabetes.
  • I really hope my sister and brother-in-law's garage sale goes well this weekend...and all our stuff sells! The more money we make, the more diapers we can buy!
  • Dave and I go to birthing class on Saturday...will we survive?
  • Kids really need to be more accountable...and parents need to stop giving in to them!
  • I'm so very blessed in life, sometimes it's a hard thing to wrap my mind around.
  • I have the best family and friends ever!
  • My sister made asparagus for dinner the other night, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
  • I wonder when I will ever sleep the entire night through again, and not just take a series of short naps for 7 hours?
There's a gazoodle of other things flying around in my brain on this ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth year, but I'll stop there.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Is It Really Worth It?

It's September 8th. Just an ordinary day in September. No big deal. Nothing even that outstanding happened on this day in history. It's just another day.

Only it's not. Today is the day that the President of the United States is going to address school aged children across the nation. Big deal. People are in an uproar. Are ya kiddin' me? Good grief people, get a grip. It's been an issue that I've been trying to wrap my head around since we first found out about it last week. I just can't figure out why people are going nuts-o about this.

President Obama, the leader of our nation, the one that was voted to make decisions for us, is going to address school aged children. Radio stations are advising parents not to allow their children to watch, news programs are warning parents it may become a political issue. HE'S JUST GOING TO TALK TO THE KIDS ABOUT RESPONSIBILITY! Seriously!

For the life of me, I can't think of a single child that couldn't and won't benefit from a reminder about being responsible. It'll be good for them. Besides, this is a man that is an authority figure in our country. Even if you didn't vote for him, the majority did, and therefore he deserves our attention for 20 minutes. Isn't one of the greatest lessons we can teach our children to respect authority. Even if we don't' agree with it, even if we have other views? Shouldn't they be taught to respect authority? Won't that lesson take them further in life? It's certainly a lesson I want my son to learn.

The speech is over, and I don't think any of our kids are going to suffer any long term ill effects from it. Just in case you're wondering what was said...here it is!

(Just for the record...I still think it's just another ordinary day in September...)

Prepared Remarks of President Barack Obama
Back to School Event

Arlington, Virginia
September 8, 2009

The President: Hello everyone – how’s everybody doing today? I’m here with students at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia. And we’ve got students tuning in from all across America, kindergarten through twelfth grade. I’m glad you all could join us today.
I know that for many of you, today is the first day of school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school, it’s your first day in a new school, so it’s understandable if you’re a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now, with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you’re in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer, and you could’ve stayed in bed just a little longer this morning.
I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived in Indonesia for a few years, and my mother didn’t have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday – at 4:30 in the morning.
Now I wasn’t too happy about getting up that early. A lot of times, I’d fall asleep right there at the kitchen table. But whenever I’d complain, my mother would just give me one of those looks and say, "This is no picnic for me either, buster."
So I know some of you are still adjusting to being back at school. But I’m here today because I have something important to discuss with you. I’m here because I want to talk with you about your education and what’s expected of all of you in this new school year.
Now I’ve given a lot of speeches about education. And I’ve talked a lot about responsibility.
I’ve talked about your teachers’ responsibility for inspiring you, and pushing you to learn.
I’ve talked about your parents’ responsibility for making sure you stay on track, and get your homework done, and don’t spend every waking hour in front of the TV or with that Xbox.
I’ve talked a lot about your government’s responsibility for setting high standards, supporting teachers and principals, and turning around schools that aren’t working where students aren’t getting the opportunities they deserve.
But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world – and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities. Unless you show up to those schools; pay attention to those teachers; listen to your parents, grandparents and other adults; and put in the hard work it takes to succeed.
And that’s what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education. I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself.
Every single one of you has something you’re good at. Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That’s the opportunity an education can provide.
Maybe you could be a good writer – maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper – but you might not know it until you write a paper for your English class. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor – maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or a new medicine or vaccine – but you might not know it until you do a project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a Senator or a Supreme Court Justice, but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.
And no matter what you want to do with your life – I guarantee that you’ll need an education to do it. You want to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a police officer? You want to be a nurse or an architect, a lawyer or a member of our military? You’re going to need a good education for every single one of those careers. You can’t drop out of school and just drop into a good job. You’ve got to work for it and train for it and learn for it.
And this isn’t just important for your own life and your own future. What you make of your education will decide nothing less than the future of this country. What you’re learning in school today will determine whether we as a nation can meet our greatest challenges in the future.
You’ll need the knowledge and problem-solving skills you learn in science and math to cure diseases like cancer and AIDS, and to develop new energy technologies and protect our environment. You’ll need the insights and critical thinking skills you gain in history and social studies to fight poverty and homelessness, crime and discrimination, and make our nation more fair and more free. You’ll need the creativity and ingenuity you develop in all your classes to build new companies that will create new jobs and boost our economy.
We need every single one of you to develop your talents, skills and intellect so you can help solve our most difficult problems. If you don’t do that – if you quit on school – you’re not just quitting on yourself, you’re quitting on your country.
Now I know it’s not always easy to do well in school. I know a lot of you have challenges in your lives right now that can make it hard to focus on your schoolwork.
I get it. I know what that’s like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mother who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn’t always able to give us things the other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and felt like I didn’t fit in.
So I wasn’t always as focused as I should have been. I did some things I’m not proud of, and got in more trouble than I should have. And my life could have easily taken a turn for the worse.
But I was fortunate. I got a lot of second chances and had the opportunity to go to college, and law school, and follow my dreams. My wife, our First Lady Michelle Obama, has a similar story. Neither of her parents had gone to college, and they didn’t have much. But they worked hard, and she worked hard, so that she could go to the best schools in this country.
Some of you might not have those advantages. Maybe you don’t have adults in your life who give you the support that you need. Maybe someone in your family has lost their job, and there’s not enough money to go around. Maybe you live in a neighborhood where you don’t feel safe, or have friends who are pressuring you to do things you know aren’t right.
But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life – what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you’ve got going on at home – that’s no excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude. That’s no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. That’s no excuse for not trying.
Where you are right now doesn’t have to determine where you’ll end up. No one’s written your destiny for you. Here in America, you write your own destiny. You make your own future.
That’s what young people like you are doing every day, all across America.
Young people like Jazmin Perez, from Roma, Texas. Jazmin didn’t speak English when she first started school. Hardly anyone in her hometown went to college, and neither of her parents had gone either. But she worked hard, earned good grades, got a scholarship to Brown University, and is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to being Dr. Jazmin Perez.
I’m thinking about Andoni Schultz, from Los Altos, California, who’s fought brain cancer since he was three. He’s endured all sorts of treatments and surgeries, one of which affected his memory, so it took him much longer – hundreds of extra hours – to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind, and he’s headed to college this fall.
And then there’s Shantell Steve, from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Even when bouncing from foster home to foster home in the toughest neighborhoods, she managed to get a job at a local health center; start a program to keep young people out of gangs; and she’s on track to graduate high school with honors and go on to college.
Jazmin, Andoni and Shantell aren’t any different from any of you. They faced challenges in their lives just like you do. But they refused to give up. They chose to take responsibility for their education and set goals for themselves. And I expect all of you to do the same.
That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending time each day reading a book. Maybe you’ll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you’ll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all kids deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you’ll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn. And along those lines, I hope you’ll all wash your hands a lot, and stay home from school when you don’t feel well, so we can keep people from getting the flu this fall and winter.
Whatever you resolve to do, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it.
I know that sometimes, you get the sense from TV that you can be rich and successful without any hard work -- that your ticket to success is through rapping or basketball or being a reality TV star, when chances are, you’re not going to be any of those things.
But the truth is, being successful is hard. You won’t love every subject you study. You won’t click with every teacher. Not every homework assignment will seem completely relevant to your life right this minute. And you won’t necessarily succeed at everything the first time you try.
That’s OK. Some of the most successful people in the world are the ones who’ve had the most failures. JK Rowling’s first Harry Potter book was rejected twelve times before it was finally published. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team, and he lost hundreds of games and missed thousands of shots during his career. But he once said, "I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."
These people succeeded because they understand that you can’t let your failures define you – you have to let them teach you. You have to let them show you what to do differently next time. If you get in trouble, that doesn’t mean you’re a troublemaker, it means you need to try harder to behave. If you get a bad grade, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it just means you need to spend more time studying.
No one’s born being good at things, you become good at things through hard work. You’re not a varsity athlete the first time you play a new sport. You don’t hit every note the first time you sing a song. You’ve got to practice. It’s the same with your schoolwork. You might have to do a math problem a few times before you get it right, or read something a few times before you understand it, or do a few drafts of a paper before it’s good enough to hand in.
Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I do that every day. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. It shows you have the courage to admit when you don’t know something, and to learn something new. So find an adult you trust – a parent, grandparent or teacher; a coach or counselor – and ask them to help you stay on track to meet your goals.
And even when you’re struggling, even when you’re discouraged, and you feel like other people have given up on you – don’t ever give up on yourself. Because when you give up on yourself, you give up on your country.
The story of America isn’t about people who quit when things got tough. It’s about people who kept going, who tried harder, who loved their country too much to do anything less than their best.
It’s the story of students who sat where you sit 250 years ago, and went on to wage a revolution and found this nation. Students who sat where you sit 75 years ago who overcame a Depression and won a world war; who fought for civil rights and put a man on the moon. Students who sat where you sit 20 years ago who founded Google, Twitter and Facebook and changed the way we communicate with each other.
So today, I want to ask you, what’s your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country?
Your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I’m working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books, equipment and computers you need to learn. But you’ve got to do your part too. So I expect you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don’t let us down – don’t let your family or your country or yourself down. Make us all proud. I know you can do it.
Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

My Reject Friends

I have a group of friends that are all "rejects." Before anyone gets their boxers in a bunch...these friends all know they are rejects...they all know I call them rejects...they are okay with it. I'm a reject too!

You see, the reason we are all rejects is because we have either all resigned or been asked to leave the Camp Fire Council. Again...we're okay with that. It's no longer a place we want to be. However, when we were all there, we got to become good friends. Although we're no longer associated with the council, we still hang out once a month!

Last night was our monthly "reject dinner." We went to Reggios in Mishawaka for the yummy salad...(ok, we had regular food too!) Little did I know...my reject friends planned a little party in my honor. I didn't know a thing about it, they keep good secrets! Imagine my surprise when one of them told me that we were having a little celebration...and I was the one being celebrated! Ok...well not only me, but Mr. Reilly too!

They all brought awesome gifts for our new little bundle...we got 2 giraffe outfits, 2 frog outfits, pacifers, bibs, snack cups, a frog blanket, a laundry basket, a "bouquet of washcloths", money, onesies, a travel bath set, a doggie outfit and a teether. I couldn't believe it! I was so overwhelmed by their kindness...and sneakiness!

I have an amazing group of reject friends! And I love them! I will post pics of our new goodies soon!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Just Call Me Caddy Kori...

When I do a job, I try to do the job well. Most of the time.

Today, my job was to be a golf caddy. I had the task of carrying the "clubs" for my golfing trio that I was accompanying around 18 "holes."

Ok, who am I kidding, I carried a bag with Frisbees and powerade in it. But I still think I did a pretty darn good job of it.

Dave, Jeff, Keely and I went for a Frisbee golf adventure today at Ferrettie Baugo. We had blast. This was Keely and Jeff's first go round at Frisbee Golf. They did a great job...not as great as Dave, who played his best game ever...but it was their first time after all!
Even though Jeff managed to hit about 90% of the trees along the course (not an easy task) and Keely managed to get her Frisbee stuck in not one, but two different trees...and she wasn't even aiming for them, they both would have kicked my butt had I been playing instead of supervising and score keeping! I'd say they had a pretty successful day!

I hope Keely and Jeff had as much fun as Dave and I did. It was a great afternoon spent with super siblings!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

10 Weeks And Counting...

Holy Smokes, Batman! I can't believe that Dave and I have 10 weeks, (maybe give or take a few days) until we get to welcome our new son into the world! I'M SO EXCITED! I can't wait to see his little face, his 10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes, how big he will be, how long he will measure...there's just so much to think about.

I might be EVEN more excited to get his foot and arm (or whatever it may be) out of my left rib. Not that I don't absolutely love feeling him squirm all around my innerds, but really... I forget what that feeling is like...to be able to read aloud to kids, or even just carry on a 60 second conversation without stopping to catch my breath. It's a hard thing to do when there are things in ribs that just don't belong.

Here's our latest vegetable update...he's now about the weight of head of cabbage. That's right...a head of cabbage...just about 3 lbs. (In my opinion, that's to much cabbage, but oh well!)




Here's what our site said this week:

"Your baby is 30 weeks old. Your baby continues to grow and develop inside of you. Measuring 15.7 inches long, he weighs 3 lbs. He now almost fills up your entire uterine cavity and his arms and legs have grown much plumper, thanks to the continued growth of subcutaneous fat.
By 30 weeks, his eyelids open and close. He'll keep his eyes closed for most of the day though. When his eyes are open, he will be able to track light inside of your womb, though his vision isn't "perfect" or 20/20."
Just 10 more weeks and I get to say hello to my cabbage. I CAN'T WAIT!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

4 hours, 44 minutes...

And summer break 2009 is over.

It's back to school time tomorrow, bright and early, and I'm just not sure how I feel about that.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Simply Amazing!

I consider myself to have a lot of friends in my life. When I really think about it, I guess I have friends, and then I have FRIENDS.

Friends are the people that you know, maybe you've been to dinner with once or twice, have a little something common with and can call when things are really bad. I have quite a few of them in my life and they mean a lot to me.

On the other hand, there are FRIENDS that I wouldn't trade for the world. These people are the ones that I hold closest to my heart at all times. They are the ones that make a point to call you, actually make dinner plans (not let you get by with "let's get together sometime..."), know when you need a hug and put you before themselves.

Tonight, I got to see a true friend. One that I never want to lose, one that is close to my heart, one that means the world to me, one that is so unselfish she makes me cry, one that I want to be just like. She has an amazing spirit, a heart full of God and an amazing giving attitude.

I know that if she is reading this, she will know who she is, and she deserves to know just how thankful I am that she is in my life.

Tonight, she proved to me that really great people exist in the world, that there are people who care about others more than they care about themselves and that there will never be words to express my gratitude towards her actions and friendship.

Friend...what you did tonight for our family was so much more than we deserve. We love you and are so thankful you are in our lives. I only hope that one day, I can be the friend to you that you have been to me.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Good-Bye Office, Hello Nursery, Part II

Dave has officially completed the nursery make-over by completing all the painting. Within in about the first hour of the paint being dry, I had the curtain hung (I know, it still needs to be ironed) because I was so excited to see it all start to come together. Since then, we've had Grandma Moroni (my step-mom) over with her decorator eye to help us visualize where things will go and where to hang shelves and decos. Here's another picture update of what it looks like...
The super cute curtain
The shelf that is hanging by the closet
Crib with mobile
Wall hangings above crib
Shelves that will be over a dresser (hopefully!)
Another angle of the crib

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Good-Bye Office, Hello Nursery!

Dave and I started stage one of preparing the nursery this afternoon! It's so exciting to start this new step...it means we are getting closer and closer to bringing home our new baby boy! There's a bit of background to our getting here though...
The day of the ultrasound, Dave and I went to Babies-R-Us to start to "shop" for baby stuff. We weren't overly impressed with the nursery decoration selection...considering my heart was set on frogs. There was one that caught our eye, that we agreed we could settle on, although it wasn't exactly what I had in mind. It had frogs, among other jungle animals...it was going to have to do.
Then...to what should our wandering eyes appear...but the PERFECT FROG GEAR...in the clearance aisle. Argh! Although it was on clearance, it was still out of our price range. Realizing that since it was on clearance, we didn't have a hope for registering for it, so we continued to visit frown town and made our way out of the store.
Kim, Keely and I were out (supposed to be finishing up wedding stuff for the bride!) but found ourselves in Once Upon A Child on Friday afternoon. There was another frog nursery set there that I liked. When we were asking the clerk about it, she pointed out another one they had in the front of the store that they were going to put up on display...and...IT WAS THE PERFECT FROG GEAR FROM BABIES-R-US! I was pretty much sold from the get go, but went through the motions of looking over everything and pretending like I had to think things over. Needless to say, it's now in my living room!
One of our other stops on Friday (again, not really helping Keely to much :(...) was going to Menards to look for paint that would match. We came home with about 10 examples so Dave would get some sort of say. We've decided up Cascading Water as our main color, with touches of a pale yellow for trim and closet doors.
So, Dave and I made our Menards voyage today to get the paint. We came home, got things taped up and my amazing husband (per his request to get those words in here somewhere) Dave started rolling. He was originally going to only do a small square so we could really get a good look and then fully decide. I think the roller got the best of him! The first two walls are done and look great. (They will need another coat...but I know it's going to be perfect!)

Enjoy the transformation!

This is the before...looking in from the door.




From the window...looking towards the hall.
Dave is just getting started.
Working on the first wall.
First two walls...done with the first coat!

We're going to continue tomorrow...the other two walls will be getting their first coat, and these two will be getting their second! Stay tuned for more updates!