Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Fun in ATL

Last weekend, I visited Atlanta. It was time to show off Michael Perry to the family and a few friends. Michael put on his biggest smiles and was the hit of the trip (or at least that's what I'm telling myself). He met his Great Papa, Aunt Marie, all the cousins and some GT friends, too. My grandfather (Michael's Great Papa) lives in a senior community. You should have seen all the older ladies flocking around Michael and my grandfather. It was just too cute.

I was planning on traveling with just Michael, but at the last minute my mom decided to visit the family, too. Thank God she did. She was a huge help in the car. I had forgotten just how long a trip can be with a crying baby in the back. She kept him fed, entertained, and generally happy while we cruised I-85.

While we were gone, the girls and Scott manned the roost . From the sounds of their tales, there was much fun to be had. That was their warm up for this weekend. Mimi and Poppa are on their way into town for Easter. There will be plenty of spoiling to go around, or as Sarah told me yesterday "Mimi is better than the Easter Bunny."

Now that I'm back home again, a couple of notes of special thanks much be shared. To my Aunt Marie for inviting us to her home and for hosting such a nice weekend. To my dear friend, Priti, who planned a great evening out with friends and who played personal shopper for me at the mall.

That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Irish Eyes A Smilin' - 6 Months Old

Happy Saint Patrick's Day! My little Irishman is 6-months old today. He is busy as ever. He has definitely learned how nice an opposable thumb really is. He grabs anything and everything. This week alone while holding him, he has pulled out a clump of my hair, pulled down my shirt in front of the neighbors, and pulled my dinner plate to the floor. I need to hone my reflects, because Michael Perry is much too quick for me.

Beyond Michael's milestone of the half year mark, all else is good. The girls are gearing up for Easter. They have been staging practice Easter egg hunts around the house, so that their hunting skills are top notch when it really counts.

Recently, I have been a Cisco widow. Scott has been working non-stop. He was on the road 3 of the last 5 weeks, and now that he is home he is playing catch up for all the work that piled up while he was traveling for work. We are all hoping that it slows down a bit, but until then, I'm enjoying not cooking. The girls and I are quite happy with cereal for dinner. Speaking of which I better go get the milk and bowls ready - it's dinner time.

That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of Love.

Monday, March 8, 2010

I Feel Good


Those three words sum it up. After two years of pain, three surgeries, one mega-challenging pregnancy, and appointments with just about every specialist in the tri-county area - saying "I feel good" feels absolutely fantastic.

After a couple of hopeful diagnoses and procedures in the past, I have been very tentative in pronouncing myself cured. As of today, I'm three months post-op and the sun is shining. I have been pain free since mid-January. Advil which was once one of my four major food groups has vanished. It is now a dusty bottle in the back of the medicine cabinet.

There are a million reasons why it is so great to feel well, but the best one of all is picking up the kids. It is so wonderful to just lift them up to hug them, hold them, and swing them whenever I want. It isn't a thing I would usually put in the luxury category, but it sure does feel luxurious right now.

If you are wondering what was exactly wrong with me, the truth is the doctors still aren't all that sure. The pathology report after my hysterectomy showed several different problems, but not a clear cut "oh, there was your problem" answer. The hope is that two-months pain-free continues into forever. That sounds good with me.

Thanks again to everyone for their love, support, help, and prayers. It made all the difference.

That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of Love.