TGIF

It's been a long week, and for the first time in at least a month or two, I'm REALLY glad it's Friday.  I asked Sara if she would sleep in until 8:00 tomorrow, and she nodded her head.  I'm holding her to that (you know, since I have a say in the matter and all).

Speaking of Sara, and in addition to my last "milestones" post, we've got another first to add to the list.  On Wednesday night, Sara went poo-poo in the bathtub.  She'd been taking a longer-than-normal bath, but was so enjoying splashing and playing that I felt no reason to rush her out of the tub.  I guess she just got too comfortable.  In her defense, she did give me a warning (albeit a 1/2 second warning): she stopped playing, looked me in the eye, and said, "Poo-poo, poo-poo."  Unfortunately, in the time it took me to snap into action in an attempt to pluck her from the tub, she squatted and went.  Needless to say, there ended that night's bath.  It was pretty gross.  And really funny.

I've let myself fall into some really poor eating habits lately.  Not anything in particular ... just too much of this or that on a very routine basis.  It's not good.  You can relate when I say that I have good intentions at the start of the day, but when I - for example - blow it at lunch, I use that as an excuse to let myself slide for the rest of the day.  Anyway, the results are not good.  I was able to really feel good about what I was eating and what my body looked like during the year before I got pregnant; I was going to the gym everyday and diligently counting my calories.  It wasn't over-the-top, and it did work.  A daily gym visit doesn't fit into my life right now, but there are still a lot things I can do to not lose control of my body.  I guess the point of putting this all here is hopefully just to create some sort of accountability for myself.  Time to start being smart again.

Tomorrow my college girlfriends are hosting a group shower in Des Moines for Rachel (pregnant with #2), Mandy (pregnant with #2 and #3), Brooke (pregnant with #1), and the other Brooke (pregnant with #1).  I can't be there, but plan to Skype into the party for a bit.  I guess the upside of not being there is that I won't partake of all of the desserts being served, which is at least a step in the right direction regarding my previous paragraph.  Still, truth be told, finding an upside of not being in attendance with so many of my very favorite people isn't the easiest.

Are the rest of you in as much shock as I am about the fact that July has come and gone?  I'm used to relaxing summers, losing track of what day it is, having plenty of time to schedule appointments, oil changes, lunch dates, etc.  While most weeks this summer I still managed to lose track of the day (which I blame on all of the attention my brain was having to pay to work), I now have missed my opportunity to do some of the things I'd typically have accomplished.  Even though it sort of sounds like it, however, I'm not complaining.  Most everything about my job is going brilliantly.  I'm not stupid enough to believe it will continue to feel that way every single day, but I certainly couldn't have asked for a better start to this chapter. 

This afternoon my principal and I went over to cheer camp for a bit to watch our girls compete with their end-of-week routines.  Our squad has 28 girls on it, they did SO well, and even walked away with the spirit award (not really sure what that means, but that's not the point).  It made me so proud that a group of girls coming from different schools could come together in a week and stand out amongst all the other squads to represent a school they haven't even set foot in yet.  At this point, I'm so ready for the construction crews to say their final goodbyes and for the students to arrive.

That's about all for now.  No big plans this weekend (except for eating right and Skyping, of course).  Hope you all enjoy yours.  Welcome, August!

Milestones

My main purpose in starting this blog a  couple of years ago was to have a way to record our family's milestones.  Some are profound and life-changing.  Others aren't perhaps as important in the great, big world, but they are important in ours.  I'll let you determine the significance of today's milestone...

Sara's First Pigtails!

Couldn't you just die?

She looks like such a big girl!

I never could have predicted my strong feelings regarding pigtails, but seriously, I'm in heaven looking at Sara's sweet head today!

Sara Says Relax

When we were at Lake Ida, Sara started creating nests for herself using beach towels.  She'd pull them from the big basket, take them to the living room, and create a perfectly cozy spot on which to relax.  Since we've been home, she's been doing the same thing in her playroom (using blankets, though, since we don't have a large basket full of beach towels).  She just loves to pile them, and then roll around until she finds the most comfy spot to unwind and watch cartoons.  My cousins and I used to always make nests under a shady tree or in front of a nighttime movie, and it makes my heart happy to see Sara also enjoy something so very simple and delightful.

Sad to Leave, Glad to Be Home

We're back.  We're exhausted.  We had the very best time.  Since pictures are worth a thousand words, this post will be mostly pictures and very few words.  To see all of the pictures from our week, click here.  I promise you'll find more than you're probably hoping to see, but feel free to browse.  The few pictures below give a glimpse, but hardly do justice.

Asher is a regular on the train at the Lincoln Park Zoo.  He took Sara along for a ride and she loved every minute of it. 

Sara and Samara found themselves eye-level with the fish.

Though we couldn't swim due to bacteria in the water (?), we dipped our feet in Lake Michigan.

We snuck away for a bit to explore and managed to find ourselves in a beer garden on Navy Pier.

We all enjoyed the Bean at Millennium Park.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't have fun house mirror tendencies.

Mom, Grandma Lou, and Todd near the splash area at Millennium Park.  Steve was chasing Sara around somewhere in the background.

Italian beef.  We came, we ate, we conquered. 

Our fabulous hosts: Dan, Caroline, Asher, and Samara.

Trip Part #2: Lake Ida.  The perfectly peaceful remedy after our event-filled-whirlwind Chicago trip. 

Enjoying, relaxing with Grandma.

Freshly paved roads + Grandpa Todd at the helm + just enough wind to make your hair blow back = unbeatable wagon rides.

This view just never gets old.

Have Suitcase, Will Travel

This is just to inform you all that I'll be taking a little blogging break as we spend some time traveling to see family.  Today we are flying to Chicago (sadly, Leigh is out of town this weekend) to visit my cousin, Dan, his beautiful wife, Caroline, and their little ones, Asher, who is four, and Samara, who was born just a few months after Sara.  Grandma Lou will be there, along with my parents, and Melissa & Adam.  We're looking forward to a weekend full of laughter, adventure, and memories.  On Monday, Steve will fly back to Dallas because he has to return to work (which isn't so hard to swallow when I think about this time last year when he was without employment).  Sara and I will pack our things into Mom and Todd's car, drive back from Chicago to Minneapolis with them, and then spend the rest of the week hanging around MN.  There's no telling what fun the week will hold!  Until then, stay cool and dry (I think that's a pretty fair blanket statement for most of the country right now, right?!). xoxo

Jackpot!

Fireworks & the Works

We had the best 4th of July weekend!  It started Friday when both Steve and I were home from work.  His team got a "freebie" day because they'd met their weekly sales goal by Thursday, and I opted to stay home, too.  Sara went to school for just a little bit to participate in the school-wide parade.  It was super cute, and there were lots of parents there.  I was glad we were able to go, too.

All of the toddlers and babies rode in wagons, but apparently Sara refused.  She beats to her own drum, which we already knew.  The older kids waved banners and flags, sang, and recited the Pledge of Allegiance.  The younger ones wore the t-shirts their teachers made and just generally looked cute.  The whole thing was over in about 15 minutes, but it was worth it to be in attendance!

I'm not going to talk for long about our current weather situation here, but you'll notice that I had no choice but to embrace the humidity/my curly hair for most of the weekend.  We're getting hurricane rain and humidity - big time - but that's all the complaining I'll do about that because at least we're far enough north that the only part of the hurricane we feel is the rain.

Saturday we hung around the house for most of the day while it rained and rained.  We got the floors mopped and did lots of laundry, read books and colored.  The rain cleared enough by fireworks time (about half of the cities around here do fireworks on the 3rd, and the other half on the 4th.  Not sure why, but it just means more fireworks for us!), so we headed to the Wylie High School parking lot for the show.  Since it'd been raining so much, we opted not to sit on the grass and watched from the bed of the truck instead, which turned out to be perfect. 

Here's Sara waiting for the show!

Sara was mesmerized!  She snuggled up with some blankets and sat in awe of the display.  She cheered and "ooh-ed" and "aah-ed" throughout the show, and clapped enthusiastically at the end.  It was so fun to watch Sara enjoy the fireworks.  Steve and I have always loved watching the fireworks together, and it feels so complete to have her in on the tradition, too.

On Sunday morning we got up and headed to the Fort Worth Zoo.  Sara enjoyed seeing all of the animals and imitating their sounds.  Her favorite part, though, was looking at the aquariums filled with fish ("ish") and turtles.  It is such a joy to watch her discover and interact on these types of trips.  I just love to look at the world through her little eyes ... everything is a wonder.

After the zoo, we headed to Joe T. Garcia's for margaritas and famous fajitas on the patio, and we were not disappointed!  We ended our day yesterday at a pool party at G & G B's neighbor's house, and then watched fireworks on that side of town.  For the third night in a row, Sara was up past 10:00, so for the third morning in a row, she really slept in!  Today was spent lounging, playing, swimming, and grilling.  Completeness.

Hope you all had a wonderful 4th with family, friends, fireworks, and - of course - plenty of fine food! 

Perspective

I opened my e-mail this morning to multiple e-mails from people I actually know, as opposed to the 20+ spam e-mails I typically find.  It was exciting for only a moment.  The first e-mail I read was sent to inform me that a high school friend's dad passed away.  The second e-mail I read (which turned into a series of e-mails) was sent to inform me that a sorority sister passed away.  Both Tuesday night.  I'm finding myself swallowed in grief tonight.

My high school friend texted me over the weekend to let me know that her dad wasn't doing well, and that he had probably just a few days to live.  I can't say I was surprised about his passing, though that doesn't make the pain that I know she's feeling any less. 

My sorority sister dealt with an illness her entire life.  I remember in college she'd have to occasionally spend a couple of weeks at the hospital in Iowa City, but she always came back happy and seemingly healthy.  As I talked to Leigh on the phone this evening, I made a statement about the fact that we knew during college that her life expectancy was shorter than average ... but during college, 30 seemed so far away and the reality of her illness was never my reality.  She was one of those beautiful people, inside and out, with whom you couldn't help but be friends.  She was always in the center of the fun.  She and I lost touch after college, and I haven't seen her in years.  I think what makes me most sad today are my thoughts of her son - about Sara's age - who is left without her and who, sadly, won't remember much of her.  I simply cannot fathom.  For those who did remain close friends with her over the years, I know their grief far outweighs mine ... and even mine is heavy. 

I decided that I needed to pick up Sara early from school today, around 2:00.  We hit Target (detergent for me, shoes, dress, and pj's for her (all clearance, you know me)), and then Sonic's happy hour.  As we were walking from the car to the house, Sara managed to spill her entire cherry slush all over the garage floor.  She cried and cried out of pure devastation.  So we got back in the car, drove back to Sonic, and got a new cherry slush.  She'll never remember (or appreciate) the gesture, but it felt important to me in that moment to mend her broken heart (all it took this time was a 50 cent slush). 

Today was a day of perspective for me, as days like this -- fortunately and unfortunately -- always are.  Any tantrum-filled, tearful, unnecessarily dramatic moment with Sara will always be better than any moment without her.  I didn't need today's e-mails to make me aware of this fact, but they certainly gave me some perspective that I didn't have, or  perhaps simply chose to ignore, before I read them.