Danny's First Sledding Adventure!

He was too stinking cute! He loved every minute of it. Attached are the pictures...look at those dimples.

Angela Grace

A woman I don't know, but is a friend of friend type of thing, lost a little girl, Angela Grace, after being full-term, she experienced delivery complications. The mother also had complications, and it is a blessing she is still here. Angela was delivered on Thanksgiving, and went back to God yesterday. My heart just aches for her. This was her first child. How do you get past this? How do you move forward? We had a lot of reasons to be hopeful for a healthy pregnancy after our Angela Felicity. Enough that we were able to stay positive. I had milestones to work with. Test results, ultrasounds, and even getting past the 22-week and 6-day mark. But how do you have hope when you've had a full-term pregnancy, and that despite being a complication free pregnancy, complications occur during delivery? I know God has his own plans, and that we have to trust Him and have faith. That is not going to be easy for Angela's parents, whose world just fell down around them.

Please pray for baby Angela, and her parents. For coming to peace with God over this experience, and for a healthy physical recovery for the mother, and an emotional recovery for both parents, and the family and friends who are also grieving.

Christmas Spirit...

In awe and wonder.

At night, when I'm putting Danny to bed, I am still fascinated by how much I love him. To the point that sometimes it physically hurts my heart, but in the best way possible. And I still get teary eyed when I sit and stare in complete awe at this little person in my arms.

Then I wonder how many times he has heard me say "I love you" or if it would even be possible to count the number of kisses I've given him.

Putting him to bed is such a nice quiet time. It is the only time he snuggles. He curls right in for his bedtime bottle, and then slowly falls asleep. I love listening to the change in his breathing. From the quickness of chasing him into pajamas and getting him ready for bed, to the utter and complete relaxation by the time I put him in his crib.

It is such a privilege to squeeze him everyday and just love something so completely and unconditionally.

Rants & Raves

I am behind on birthday gifts. My sisters in July (there's a good reason...), the twins in September, and Brendan's from early November. Fortunately, I have them all...they just need to be distributed...before I get behind again.

I don't talk to my friends enough on the phone. I live in a basement that does not have reception. This means, that the extent of my phone calls is limited mostly to my drives to and from work (about 15-min each way). Especially for those friends that are not local and I need my cellphone plan for the long distance.

I don't care who you are, do not, under any circumstance, talk to my son while he is in his highchair and remotely interested in food. I know I joke that he's my little chubster, but the kid does not eat. To the point that his daycare comments on it! And if he is mildly interested in his food, and you distract him, just know that in my head, you've been tackled and beaten to a pulp.

I love that Danny dances. He wiggles to his favorite Baby Einstein songs and gets so excited at some of the images. Baby Galileo is his favorite DVD.

For anyone out there that thought that Baby Einstein would make your kids smarter and are on the bandwagon of getting money back for your DVD's...you're an idiot. And while I don't think Baby Einstein will make Danny a candidate for Mensa, I do know that it captivates his attention and watching a video about words, numbers, and animals isn't going to make him any less intelligent.

One of my favorite routines with him is before and after his bath, we listen to music (Q104 of course). He really gets a kick out of this...and we dance, and I'm sure I look like a goofball, but his smiles are the best.

When I'm really tired, in the middle of the night, I have a horrible habit of waking Dave up. Either by sitting straight up like a rocket and talking to him, only to go "never mind" and fall back asleep, or last night, I grabbed his face. At least I said sorry. Good thing I did...because he seemed kind of mad about it! Of course, I never remember doing this until he tells me in the morning, and then I can't stop laughing. About two months ago, I woke up convinced there was a giant white boa constrictor on his dresser, and even though I realized I was dreaming and said "never mind", he still made me look under the bed with a flashlight. Have I ever mentioned how much he doesn't like snakes?

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Family, food and fun...that doesn't involve finding the "perfect gift".

I'm ready to sell my dog on eBay. I love him to death, but he is under our feet in the kitchen ALL THE TIME.

Dave's mom might be the smallest and most petite person on earth, but she sounds like an elephant when she goes up and down stairs or walks in the kitchen. This is especially noticeable at night. Thank goodness I can tease her about it :)

Lots of things annoy me.

I don't like poker. I don't get the hype and I just don't think it's fun.

I don't like the TV on while eating dinner. I think this is one of those rules my mom had that I thought was annoying, but I totally get it now.

I love my job. It stresses me out and makes me go all "banana hannah" sometimes, but I figure that's got to better then being bored and hating my job. Who knew Office Supplies and Copiers would be so fulfilling?

Sometimes I'm surprised I'm not on blood pressure medication. Counting my blessings that it's always good whenever it's checked. According to my husband, I can afford to "take it down a notch". If this isn't the pot calling the kettle black, then I don't know what is. Get in a car with him for 10-minutes and we'll see who needs to take a chill pill.

I'm still waiting for "Bridget" arms. Where are they? I've been lugging this little boy around for 14-months, and I still have flabby bat wings. If you don't know Bridget, she had Michelle Obama arms before you even knew who Michelle Obama was. And I'm jealous. "Bridget arms" define perfection.

More to come....

Flu Shots = Sleepless Nights = Unbelievable Love

Have I ever mentioned what a ROCK STAR my son is when it comes to getting ANY shots? He is so good. Most times, he barely makes a peep. Even at his 1-year appointment when he received 4-shots, only two big crocodile tears welled up in his eyes, and that was that.

We always make his well check appointments for late Friday afternoons or first thing Saturday mornings. This keeps him from being fussy at daycare the following day. I love the girls that take care of him, and even though he's generally good after shots, you just never know.

Back in October he received his regular flu shot on a Saturday. He was fine the rest of the day, and then OK Saturday night. But Sunday night into Monday, he was awful. He went down just fine, and then he woke up in the middle of the night. He would only sleep if I held him, and he would not go back into his crib.

I've never been an advocate for letting Danny cry it out. I just couldn't do it. As he's gotten older, and I know his signals, there are times when I'll let him cry for 5-minutes, and then he'll be sound asleep. If he's still crying, I'll go in and get him. Some people might call me a sucker. I'm inclined to believe that among the worst pains in my life, hearing Danny cry for us, hurts my heart above all else.

Well, back in October, if I would have let him go for 5-minutes, the WHOLE house would have been up. Let's not forget we live with Dave's parents, and that his grandma lives here too...so there are a lot of other people to consider.

We made it through the night, but on the condition that I held him mostly by walking around. He would snore. But at the first attempt to sit, he would start to cry. I couldn't even think of putting him back to bed. Needless to say, I stopped and got myself a HUGE Diet Coke on my way into work.

Danny received the H1N1 shot on Thursday after work. His pediatrician had the shot, and that was when they could get us in. So, we jumped at the chance.

Thursday night he was good. Friday during the day he was OK at school. Last night, not so much. He woke up around 12:30, and it was an immediate holler. After a diaper change (he was wet), and a warm bottle, I thought we would be good to go. I had forgotten about October's flu shot sleeping fiasco.

Until it replayed last night.

I sat with him for 30-minutes in my arms while he snored. Only to put him back into his crib and have him MELT DOWN. We did this all night. We moved from the glider in his room, to the couch, to the floor of his room, to my bed, back to the glider, and to the couch again. He would sleep laying on me. And snore. But the few times I attempted to put him back into his bed, MELT DOWN CITY.

Dave tried to help. At one point I handed Danny to him, and he was all but apoplectic. If Danny was going to sleep, it was going to be ON ME. And that meant we were walking, laying, sitting, or swaying...we were trying our best.

And even though he was in a deep sleep, if he heard Dave coming to check on us, he woke up and freaked out. When I was able to get him to sleep ON ME in my bed, I thought I was in heaven...until he stretched his arm, hit Dave and MELTED again.

This is so out of character. And it has only happened twice. Both times, it was the second night after a flu shot. I'm really looking forward to his second dose in December. Yes, the week of Christmas.

Finally, at 7:15, I threw the towel in and gave him to Dave so I could jump in the shower before the day started. By the time I got out, the lights in the basement were on. Danny was running around with a giant smile and gave me huge hugs like the marathon sleeping event had never happened. Part of me wanted to scream, "SERIOUSLY???!!!". But this time, I melted. So cheesy, I know...but have you seen those dimples?

He is the light of our lives. And even though I'm really tired (and going to bed right after I finish this), there is no better feeling in the world then knowing that when all he really wanted was to be held so he could sleep, we were there to hold him. Those opportunities are going to be gone someday, so I am grabbing at every chance I can.

Life doesn't get better then that.

Now, say a prayer that we don't have a repeat tonight....

Babies...Babies...Babies...

The past few weeks have been a flurry of good news. Two of my cousins have had babies. Welcome to the world Abigail Rose and Ryker Joseph. We are so happy that you have joined our goofy family. This year, there will be four, yes I said 4 babies, under the age of 6-months at the Annual Cousin Christmas Party. What a blessing.

Several of my friends are due to have babies as well. Jen, my coworker, at this point, I am just waiting for the call. Every day I pull in and I'm looking to find her car. She is due in less then two-weeks. I can hardly stand it. She is quite possibly the cutest pregnant person I have ever met.

Karen, well, she is equally adorable and is due to have her Christmas miracle...well, on Christmas. Karen is a friend that I met online after we lost Angela. Coincidentally, she lives in Cleveland, and we work for the same company. Karen had been pregnant with "hyphen", but miscarried. She was due to have a baby on July 17, 2007. Same day as Angela's birthday. Our friendship was meant to be. Last year, Karen lost another pregnancy right around Christmas. This year, she is due to have a little girl on Christmas. That's why she is a Christmas miracle.

Gretchen is due with baby number two in April. She is such a dear friend of mine, there are just no words to describe the happiness I felt when I found out her good news.

Megan just announced she is due to have a baby in June. How awesome to have two in two!

And I have a secret friend out there who is also due....but I don't know when. She's still a secret.

All of these babies. All of these blessings. There is nothing that brings a bigger smile to my face then the announcement of a new pregnancy. Honestly, I usually cry because I am just so over joyed with happiness for my friend and their husband.

So here I have this growing list of friends and babies to pray for. Please keep them all in your thoughts for safe and healthy pregnancies, deliveries, and a lifetime of good health and happiness. Nothing has become more important to me that this.

And of course, people ask me CONSTANTLY about our next little one. We definitely plan to expand our family. Just not yet. Let me move into our new place for a while...and settle...before I shake it all up again!