Welcome, Baby Sebastian!

On Wednesday, February 21st at 11:02 a.m., Sebastian Raymond arrived to the great joy of his parents Kimba & Paul! He was 7 lbs., 2 oz. and is 18 1/2" long! CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Hubby is in Chocago on business...they gave him all of 1 day notice, or we could have driven and I could have gone up to see Kimba & her new baby. Oh well. I guess it just means we'll actually get a vacation this summer! HA!
In my own pregnancy news, my 'evening' sickness seems to have passed, and knock on wood, my face is clearing up as well. Hopefully it will stay this way. My wonderful family doctor has allayed my fears of my uterus exploding (I only had my last baby 9 months ago, my 2nd c-section), I was terrified of being pregnant again so soon. He told me that the only worry about my incisions opening would be if I went into labor, and otherwise I'll be OK. However, as I am still nursing the baby, he is worried about my body's nutrition. Guess I have to eat even more salads... At least this baby will be a Libra. I was scared there for a moment it may fall into the time for Scorpio~Gods help me! But if my calculations are correct (and I wasn't wrong before), I have nothing to fear in that department. Now if I could only be certain it's my girl...

Things I have learned this week...

~Your children are your greatest joy. Except when they're both screaming at the same time.
~You cannot help change a person, even those who profess they want to better their lives.
~Don't leave on the dome light in your car. It won't start the next day. :-(
~Sometimes you have to let go of the things that bring joy and fulfillment to your life.
~Replacing resentment with contentment isn't an easy process, but is worth the hard work.
~Babies grow up far too fast.
~I'm getting better at this technology thing.
~Miracles do happen.
~Clinging to the past won't change the future.
~Why when polled, women prefer to get sleep over having sex.
~Why women choose not to get pregnant while they are still nursing their last baby
and caring for a small child.
~Eliteism (spelling?) is still sadly alive and well in America.

Miracles DO Happen!

I GOT A CARD FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!
...and would have had a balloon, but it escaped from the car & floated away!!!
Wow.
Maybe it was all of the tears of the past week, or the fact I'm carrying his third child. Or maybe it was because the boy was so excited about it being Valentine's Day, and kept saying "Dad, it's Valen-times Day!" and showing him the things we were doing to celebrate. Whatever it was, I'm grateful. It took everything in me not to cry again!
I've got the urge to sew and create, and can't for the life of me find time to get to my sewing room! Is it just a given that after you have kids you an no longer have a hobby? Anybody have the name of a good babysitter?
Baby's up & crying~ TTFN.

Snow!

We get four inches and people act like it's the blizzard of the centry. Are people's recollections so short as to forget that we used to have snow like this on the ground all the winter long while I was growing up in the 80's? That it is normal to have snow in winter? And what really gets me are all the morons commenting that "See, global warming doesn't exist!" HELLO! The stupidity of the masses never ceases to amaze me... On the bright side, my son was absolutely enraptured to find so much of it on the ground, he HAD to go out in it as soon as he saw it. So even though he was still in his jammies, I bundled him up in snowsuit, mittens, hat & coat & sent him into the back yard. He stayed out there for a good twenty minutes, which suprised me. When the baby goes down for a nap this afternoon, I'm going to go out with him~ he really wants to have a snowball fight! What a boy, so grown up, where has the time gone?
We made red velvet cupcakes for Valentine's Day, and after I'm done here we're going to decorate them & package them up for family & neighbors. Then we're going to make some valentines to go with them~ it's hard to believe he's old enough to do stuff like this now. It's nice, because my husband "doesn't believe" in Valentine's Day,or Sweetest Day, for that matter. His reasoning is that "he doesn't need Hallmark to tell him when to buy me stuff". Even though we've been together about 7 years, it still kind of hurts my feelings. But now that I have the kids, I can actually look forward to it with some joy again. We have so much fun making things~ he is so very proud of his accomplishments when we finish something together. It is such a joy to see him so satisfied and happy! And so even though my day doesn't include any romance, I can take joy in the beauty of the SUNSHINE glinting off the newly fallen snow, the smiles of my boy, and the sloppy awkward "kisses" from my baby.

Tears

So much for consistency. I spent my entire shower last night in tears, sobbing sprawled out in the bottom of the tub. My serenity during the day about my foiled plans turned into sadness and frustration after my evening plans were shot as well. I was going to go to an SCA meeting, as I am entirely sick of the Michigan Renaissance Festival and still need to get my Elizabethan fix somewhere. I have never been to one of these events, and in truth my friends and I have held them in contempt in the past. But my husband has been urging me to find something to do for myself outside of the home, and so I contacted a group in Ann Arbor. I got quite excited when I found out they have costuming days where you bring your project to the EMU costume shop, and have access to the machinery there. AND the have an Equestrian team, and even if you are horseless, you can rent a horse and join the team! Truth be told, that last bit sold me. So I made the plans, contacted the person who helps the newbie, got my map printed up and even put on some makeup. But since the hubby's truck is STILL in the shop, and one of his freinds/workers for the day couldn't be responsible & drag his sorry butt down here on time to give him a lift, he had to take my car to work. The workshop was at 7 and the meeting at 8. Hubby got home at 7:45. My whole outlook turned a muddy kind of yucky gray. I don't even have anything I can rightfully complain for, though, as it was all unavoidable circumstance. My husband is the hardest working person I have EVER known, and I am eternally grateful to have him. He is literally always working, such an excellent provider/ husband/ father, though we never get time together alone, and I think this is my problem. The last time we had a "date" was to go and see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in the theater. *sigh* Maybe today will be better...

Today...

Okay, the screaming babe has been sated with with breastmilk and sweetly fallen asleep. The boy is watching Zoboomafoo (he LOVES animals), and so I have a moment. My day did not turn out like anything I planned. I was supposed to take the boys & my Grama to the Henry Ford museum today. They had a cool day of activities for kids centered around designing, and though the boy is only 4, they had stuff like playing with tops and flip books that I'm certain he'd have enjoyed. AND we would have had a chance to see the "With Liberty and Justice For All" display, which my husband helped to build from start to finish. He said it was a really awesome project to work on~they made a new display for the Lincoln chair, and also made one for the Rosa Parks bus. What a cool thing to know you contributed to a such an important project. ANYWAY, his truck was STILL not ready (it's been in the shop it seems like forever), so he had to take my car to work. So instead the boy and I did some pages in his preschool workbook, read a dinosaur book, and made some cinnamon rolls (from frozen bread dough~ super easy & less messy). I took some me time to get on the computer, and here we are. A while back I'd have stressed & spent the day peeved that my plans fell thru. But turning 30 really whacked me upside the head, and I've all of a sudden begun to look at things differently. Strange. Did anyone else have this happen to them? I'd be interested to hear of it...

Is This Thing On??

So, I've finally overcome my fear/ignorance of technology enough to start my own blog. My friend Kimba has asked me to create one several times, and as reading hers is mostly how I keep track of her, I decided what the H-E- double hockey sticks, why not? It may take me a while to figure out how to put in all the fancy stuff (and, being who I am, I HAVE to have the fancy stuff...) and my postings may be sporadic (due to the boys, one of whom is currently under the table screaming at my feet), but something is always better than nothing. Let the blogging begin...