I woke up in a bad mood this morning. It started yesterday, actually, when our daycare center called me at 4:00 to tell me Anne drank her last bottle at 2:45 and seemed hungry again. Knowing that my husband never gets there before 4:30 to pick her up, I was annoyed that they waited so long to tell me she was out of milk. Then when I got home it appeared from her daily report that while I sent 14 oz, they only recorded her drinking 12 and we were left wondering where the other 2 ounces went. Then while stuffing the inserts back in her freshly-laundered cloth diapers last night I discovered that one of the teachers has been readjusting the elastic bands in the legs. They have numbered settings so the diapers can be adjusted up to 35 lbs, and they were not on the settings I put them on. This was the last straw and I was so irritated I had a dream this morning about talking to the morning teacher about the diapers.
Add to the previous night's frustration lack of sleep because Anne is currently waking up three times a night to nurse, between the hours of 1:00 am and 4:00 am, and then the fact that Lansinoh's new breastmilk storage bag design is faulty and inaccurate (often .5 oz less than what the bag says) which meant I had to dig out a rock-hard bag of milk from the freezer to make sure Anne had enough for today, and I think it's safe to say my morning was full of fail.
But then after I laid Anne down on our bed so I could get dressed, she opened her eyes and looked across the room at me.
"Good morning!" I said.
And she grinned. Suddenly all of my irritation and frustration dissipated and all I felt was my intense love for my daughter.
I think it's virtually impossible to stay grumpy with a baby that smiles at you all the time. And then I watched as she found her toes this morning, and the world was good again.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Blowing Bubbles
Anne had her 4 month check-up on Saturday. She weighs 13 lbs 14 oz now, and she's 25" long. I tried nursing her while they gave her the vaccines because I had heard that it would make it so she barely noticed the shots...apparently that's not true for my kid. She still screamed bloody murder when they stuck her, and even after the nurse had left the room she kept pulling off and crying as if it still hurt. Poor thing. At least next time I think she only gets 2 shots instead of 3...
The pediatrician went over some developmental things and asked if Anne was blowing bubbles yet. I said no because I hadn't seen her do it. In church on Sunday she decided to prove otherwise, and there were the tiny little bubbles on her lips! It's so much fun watching her learn how to do new things. She can grab toys and hold onto them for short periods of time, including pulling them to her mouth to chew on them. Fingers are not safe from the nomming either; last night she grabbed Kristian's fingers and promptly pulled his knuckle into her mouth. She's started scooting around if I put her on her tummy; i.e., she'll start facing one direction and before I know it she's turned 90 degrees and is facing another way. She can hold herself up on her tummy with her arms out to her sides like she's pretending that she's flying. She laughs, which is the cutest sound in the world to me. And she's really started paying attention to her environment. I caught her looking at the pattern on the nursing cover the other day, and she was following the floral print with her eyes. It was neat.
We went with my mom to do some wedding shopping on Saturday and she commented on what a good baby Anne is. And it's true; Anne really only fusses if she's hungry, wet, or getting overly tired; she doesn't cry or fuss randomly like some kids do. And she smiles all the time; she's a very happy little girl. Of course, I attribute it to the fact that we bedshare and babywear and hold her every second we can; she gets lots and lots of attention. But it might just be her personality.
Speaking of babywearing...I get the most attention when I'm out with Anne in the Moby. People are fascinated with the wrap and I get questions about it everywhere I go. Also, because Anne's face isn't hidden like in an infant carrier, she gets lots of compliments on how pretty she is, too. It's fun, at least when I'm not in a hurry anyway. The funniest question I get frequently is along the lines of Anne's comfort. Anne loves the Moby and hates her carrier. As long as she's not wet or hungry, she will let me carry her in the Moby for hours, and will even fall asleep in it. I might get 10 minutes out of the carrier. I mean really, which would you rather be? Snuggled up next to Mommy or in a hard car seat? Because believe me when I say the padding in those things is lacking...
The next milestones we're working on is sitting up unassisted and crawling, although I won't be surprised if she walks first. She loves to stand and can do it for several minutes at a time. I'm not looking forward to her being more mobile though; babyproofing the house is going to be a lot of work. She's easy to take care of right now, she stays wherever I put her!
The pediatrician went over some developmental things and asked if Anne was blowing bubbles yet. I said no because I hadn't seen her do it. In church on Sunday she decided to prove otherwise, and there were the tiny little bubbles on her lips! It's so much fun watching her learn how to do new things. She can grab toys and hold onto them for short periods of time, including pulling them to her mouth to chew on them. Fingers are not safe from the nomming either; last night she grabbed Kristian's fingers and promptly pulled his knuckle into her mouth. She's started scooting around if I put her on her tummy; i.e., she'll start facing one direction and before I know it she's turned 90 degrees and is facing another way. She can hold herself up on her tummy with her arms out to her sides like she's pretending that she's flying. She laughs, which is the cutest sound in the world to me. And she's really started paying attention to her environment. I caught her looking at the pattern on the nursing cover the other day, and she was following the floral print with her eyes. It was neat.
We went with my mom to do some wedding shopping on Saturday and she commented on what a good baby Anne is. And it's true; Anne really only fusses if she's hungry, wet, or getting overly tired; she doesn't cry or fuss randomly like some kids do. And she smiles all the time; she's a very happy little girl. Of course, I attribute it to the fact that we bedshare and babywear and hold her every second we can; she gets lots and lots of attention. But it might just be her personality.
Speaking of babywearing...I get the most attention when I'm out with Anne in the Moby. People are fascinated with the wrap and I get questions about it everywhere I go. Also, because Anne's face isn't hidden like in an infant carrier, she gets lots of compliments on how pretty she is, too. It's fun, at least when I'm not in a hurry anyway. The funniest question I get frequently is along the lines of Anne's comfort. Anne loves the Moby and hates her carrier. As long as she's not wet or hungry, she will let me carry her in the Moby for hours, and will even fall asleep in it. I might get 10 minutes out of the carrier. I mean really, which would you rather be? Snuggled up next to Mommy or in a hard car seat? Because believe me when I say the padding in those things is lacking...
The next milestones we're working on is sitting up unassisted and crawling, although I won't be surprised if she walks first. She loves to stand and can do it for several minutes at a time. I'm not looking forward to her being more mobile though; babyproofing the house is going to be a lot of work. She's easy to take care of right now, she stays wherever I put her!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Terror / Ladies, do your breast exams!!
I am terrified of getting lung cancer some day. I grew up with parents who smoked, in the car with the windows up and in our house. This was unfortunately before the huge push about how second-hand smoke is just as damaging as first-hand smoke. We lived with my husband's brother when he was diagnosed with lung cancer (not related to smoking) and I've seen first hand what it's like to live with this disease, go through chemo, and ultimately pass away in a few short months. It's horrible. Really horrible.
Finding a lump in my breast two nights ago while I was in the shower sent a cold wave of fear over me. Lung cancer I half expect some day, but breast cancer isn't really at the forethought of things I worry about. I'm really not even good at keeping up with breast exams, although I should (and will in the future) since my great-grandmother and an aunt have died of it. I've had lumps that were clogged ducts recently, but those are excruciatingly painful. This lump didn't hurt at all. I called out to Kristian and I know he could hear the fear in my voice when he came to see what was wrong. All I could think was "Please God, please...I have a four month old daughter...Kristian just lost his brother less than 2 years ago...his mom just lost her son...my family..."; a list of people this would affect. I looked in his eyes and told him I was really scared. He said he was too.
I got out of the shower and sat on the bed next to him as he held Anne. I wanted to take her from him but I felt like he was holding her half out of comfort. He's really good at crying "backward," but the red circles around his eyes and the sniffing gave him away. He looked at me and said "You can't leave me. I need you." Fighting back tears and waves of fear, I tried to reassure him that it would be okay, maybe it was just a clogged duct that doesn't hurt, or maybe it's benign like the lump they removed from my mom's breast a few years ago. I wasn't going anywhere. Then he handed me Anne and went to blow his nose, and as I held my beautiful tiny daughter in my arms the fear overwhelmed me and I broke down sobbing. I have so much to live for...the thought of having breast cancer, or any kind of cancer, right now was just too much.
I finally got ahold of myself and we went to bed, but I don't think either of us slept well. I didn't want to let Anne go when I dropped her off at daycare. I broke down sobbing in my car on the way to work, and again when I explained to my boss why I all of a sudden had a doctor's appointment that afternoon. He was very understanding, said he'd pray for me, and even gave me a hug when I left. I was torn between needing to talk to a friend or my mom about it, and not wanting to scare or worry them if it was nothing. I chose not to tell anyone.
At the appointment, my midwife reassured me that some clogged milk ducts don't hurt, so that was a possibility, and that the kind of breast cancer that moves swiftly and is deadly has more visible signs besides just a lump. She told me to give it a week or two, or even a month, to see if it went away, and gave me the number for a diagnostics lab that could do an ultrasound. I knew I would go crazy worrying for a whole month, so I decided to try to make an appointment a little over a week away just to ease my mind, but the lab was closed when I called on my way home.
Since I had to leave work early to go to the appointment, I missed a pump session and needed to pump one more time when I got home. When I was done, I checked for the lump again. It was gone!! It was a clogged duct after all. I started crying again and just kept thanking God over and over that it turned out to be nothing. I must have felt for it for 10 minutes before I could believe it, though. And I kept checking throughout the night just to make sure I wasn't imagining things.
I'm extremely relieved, thankful for those who prayed for me yesterday, and still a little shaken up today. I've never been that scared before in my life. A few things I learned: for one, clogged ducts don't always hurt. Good to know. For two, I don't know anything about breast cancer past "if you have a lump, tell your doctor", that treatment includes everything from simply removing the lump to chemo to a full mastectomy, and that it can kill you. I'll be doing some research today/in the near future so I'm more educated on the subject.
I also want to encourage every woman I know to do breast exams as often as possible; getting a lump and then realizing you have no idea how long it might have been there is terrifying. I would like to think I would have noticed it, but I couldn't be sure, and it's important to know how long it's been there.
Finding a lump in my breast two nights ago while I was in the shower sent a cold wave of fear over me. Lung cancer I half expect some day, but breast cancer isn't really at the forethought of things I worry about. I'm really not even good at keeping up with breast exams, although I should (and will in the future) since my great-grandmother and an aunt have died of it. I've had lumps that were clogged ducts recently, but those are excruciatingly painful. This lump didn't hurt at all. I called out to Kristian and I know he could hear the fear in my voice when he came to see what was wrong. All I could think was "Please God, please...I have a four month old daughter...Kristian just lost his brother less than 2 years ago...his mom just lost her son...my family..."; a list of people this would affect. I looked in his eyes and told him I was really scared. He said he was too.
I got out of the shower and sat on the bed next to him as he held Anne. I wanted to take her from him but I felt like he was holding her half out of comfort. He's really good at crying "backward," but the red circles around his eyes and the sniffing gave him away. He looked at me and said "You can't leave me. I need you." Fighting back tears and waves of fear, I tried to reassure him that it would be okay, maybe it was just a clogged duct that doesn't hurt, or maybe it's benign like the lump they removed from my mom's breast a few years ago. I wasn't going anywhere. Then he handed me Anne and went to blow his nose, and as I held my beautiful tiny daughter in my arms the fear overwhelmed me and I broke down sobbing. I have so much to live for...the thought of having breast cancer, or any kind of cancer, right now was just too much.
I finally got ahold of myself and we went to bed, but I don't think either of us slept well. I didn't want to let Anne go when I dropped her off at daycare. I broke down sobbing in my car on the way to work, and again when I explained to my boss why I all of a sudden had a doctor's appointment that afternoon. He was very understanding, said he'd pray for me, and even gave me a hug when I left. I was torn between needing to talk to a friend or my mom about it, and not wanting to scare or worry them if it was nothing. I chose not to tell anyone.
At the appointment, my midwife reassured me that some clogged milk ducts don't hurt, so that was a possibility, and that the kind of breast cancer that moves swiftly and is deadly has more visible signs besides just a lump. She told me to give it a week or two, or even a month, to see if it went away, and gave me the number for a diagnostics lab that could do an ultrasound. I knew I would go crazy worrying for a whole month, so I decided to try to make an appointment a little over a week away just to ease my mind, but the lab was closed when I called on my way home.
Since I had to leave work early to go to the appointment, I missed a pump session and needed to pump one more time when I got home. When I was done, I checked for the lump again. It was gone!! It was a clogged duct after all. I started crying again and just kept thanking God over and over that it turned out to be nothing. I must have felt for it for 10 minutes before I could believe it, though. And I kept checking throughout the night just to make sure I wasn't imagining things.
I'm extremely relieved, thankful for those who prayed for me yesterday, and still a little shaken up today. I've never been that scared before in my life. A few things I learned: for one, clogged ducts don't always hurt. Good to know. For two, I don't know anything about breast cancer past "if you have a lump, tell your doctor", that treatment includes everything from simply removing the lump to chemo to a full mastectomy, and that it can kill you. I'll be doing some research today/in the near future so I'm more educated on the subject.
I also want to encourage every woman I know to do breast exams as often as possible; getting a lump and then realizing you have no idea how long it might have been there is terrifying. I would like to think I would have noticed it, but I couldn't be sure, and it's important to know how long it's been there.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Flogging Molly
3.5 hours of sleep is a small price to pay for having an amazing evening with the man I love, complete with our good friends, Dan and Whitney. Going to the concert with them wasn't planned, but was a nice last minute suprise when we discovered that we all had tickets. We went together last year, too, and if I remember correctly I think it was for Valentine's Day then as well. Flogging Molly puts on a fantastic show; I've seen them 4 or 5 times now. I can definitely tell I'm getting older though because I didn't jump as much as I usually do. But they played my favorite songs, so I was a happy girl; Devil's Dance Floor (LOVE the tin whistle in this one), Float, and If I Ever Leave This World Alive. I also really like any of the songs that feature the violin. Bridget Regan is extremely talented and she makes the band for me. They had great backdrops this year, too, and I always enjoy the visual element of the show.
Leaving Anne with the grandparents was hard because leaving her is always hard, but Kristian's mom is practically a baby whisperer so I knew she was in good hands, and that Anne would have fun hanging out with them. The second the door closed behind us I told Kristian I missed her already, though, and he said he did too. I can't help but laugh at myself for having that mental breakdown a couple of weeks ago over worrying that she would think the daycare teacher was her mom instead of me; it's so obvious that she knows I'm her mom. Maybe she just seems more aware lately, or maybe I'm more aware, but I can see it in her eyes. I love the way I can calm her down like no one else can (even without nursing...last Friday she screamed for Kristian for over half an hour but the second I walked in the door and she saw me, she stopped). And she's taken to wrapping her little arms around me when I hold her and it's the best feeling in the world. I'm loving this age; 4 months rocks because she's still needy and snuggly, and she's starting to play with toys and laugh, but she can't crawl or walk so I don't have to chase her around yet, and she can't talk so I don't have to hear the word "no" over and over again yet. Not saying those stages will be bad, just a lot more work and right now is pretty awesome.
Leaving Anne with the grandparents was hard because leaving her is always hard, but Kristian's mom is practically a baby whisperer so I knew she was in good hands, and that Anne would have fun hanging out with them. The second the door closed behind us I told Kristian I missed her already, though, and he said he did too. I can't help but laugh at myself for having that mental breakdown a couple of weeks ago over worrying that she would think the daycare teacher was her mom instead of me; it's so obvious that she knows I'm her mom. Maybe she just seems more aware lately, or maybe I'm more aware, but I can see it in her eyes. I love the way I can calm her down like no one else can (even without nursing...last Friday she screamed for Kristian for over half an hour but the second I walked in the door and she saw me, she stopped). And she's taken to wrapping her little arms around me when I hold her and it's the best feeling in the world. I'm loving this age; 4 months rocks because she's still needy and snuggly, and she's starting to play with toys and laugh, but she can't crawl or walk so I don't have to chase her around yet, and she can't talk so I don't have to hear the word "no" over and over again yet. Not saying those stages will be bad, just a lot more work and right now is pretty awesome.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
This Strange World We Live In
There was snow on the ground today. Again. In Georgia. For the third time this winter... did I somehow fall asleep and wake up in bizzaro world? At least it didn't cause mass chaos...I mean, stick to the roads this time. Driving to work this morning was beautiful with everything covered in white. It was amazing how much more of the surrounding area I noticed with the extra contrast. When the sunrise turned pastel the snow turned pink. It was pretty neat.
Along with the crazy weather, I have a cold. No fun at all, but Anne seems to be avoiding it (go go antibodies in breastmilk!). I just keep hoping it's not gestating like crouching tiger hidden dragon and intends to show its ugly claws over the weekend. Seriously, I have decided Anne is never allowed to have a cold or sinus infection. I can do puke. I can do poop. Snot, on the other hand? Makes me gag and want to run for the hills. I've already had my fair share of using the sucker bulb to get boogers out and that's bad enough...I'm dreading the onslaught of snot that comes with sickness. Just...eww.
Kristian's job is thoroughly ticking me off right now. Along with the freeze on raises for the past 3 years, now it seems our health insurance is effectively doubling. He was supposed to get a "5 year employee" discount this month which should have cut the price nearly in half. Instead, the rate increase is making the discounted rate $10 more a week than what we pay *now*. It's just ridiculous. I feel really bad for people who weren't about to get a long term discount; I can't even imagine how much they're supposed to pay...on the flip side, at least Kristian still has a job. For now, anyway, since they've been laying people off again. At least it's making him more determined than ever to go back to school finally. Grateful for the employment, frustrated that our budget is stretched past what we can afford...time to trim some things again, not that there's much there to trim.
My job fortunately seems to be going well. There's always a bright side to things. We'll make it. Just have to trust that God will take us where we're supposed to go, and keep putting our feet forward to get there.
Along with the crazy weather, I have a cold. No fun at all, but Anne seems to be avoiding it (go go antibodies in breastmilk!). I just keep hoping it's not gestating like crouching tiger hidden dragon and intends to show its ugly claws over the weekend. Seriously, I have decided Anne is never allowed to have a cold or sinus infection. I can do puke. I can do poop. Snot, on the other hand? Makes me gag and want to run for the hills. I've already had my fair share of using the sucker bulb to get boogers out and that's bad enough...I'm dreading the onslaught of snot that comes with sickness. Just...eww.
Kristian's job is thoroughly ticking me off right now. Along with the freeze on raises for the past 3 years, now it seems our health insurance is effectively doubling. He was supposed to get a "5 year employee" discount this month which should have cut the price nearly in half. Instead, the rate increase is making the discounted rate $10 more a week than what we pay *now*. It's just ridiculous. I feel really bad for people who weren't about to get a long term discount; I can't even imagine how much they're supposed to pay...on the flip side, at least Kristian still has a job. For now, anyway, since they've been laying people off again. At least it's making him more determined than ever to go back to school finally. Grateful for the employment, frustrated that our budget is stretched past what we can afford...time to trim some things again, not that there's much there to trim.
My job fortunately seems to be going well. There's always a bright side to things. We'll make it. Just have to trust that God will take us where we're supposed to go, and keep putting our feet forward to get there.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Valentine's Day
The day full of hearts and roses and mushy cards is right around the corner. I, for one, will be celebrating by taking the day off work and spending time with Anne until that evening, when Kristian and I will be going to see Flogging Molly at the Tabernacle. Yep, no fancy dinners for us. We'd rather spend our time together dancing our butts off to some kicka$$ Irish punk music.
When I dropped Anne off at daycare this morning, the director mentioned to her teacher that they were planning on handing out Valentines to the kids. I immediately remembered my own elementary school Valentine's Days and that usual twinge of guilt came over me. As a kid, probably like most kids do, I always selected my favorite cards in the box for the kids in my class that I liked, and the "ugly" cards for the kids I didn't. Of course, those kids never knew they were getting the "ugly" cards, but looking back on it makes me feel like a crappy person. But no one told me I shouldn't do it that way.
I think when Anne gets old enough to hand out cards, I'm going to teach her to give her very favorite card to her best friend (after all, your best friend does deserve the best), and then give the rest of her favorite cards to the kids she's not as fond of. I will teach her that Jesus loves everyone, not just the popular or cool kids, and she should follow suit. Maybe the kids she doesn't like as much need the "pretty" cards more; a little compassion goes a long way. You just never know, that Valentine could make a huge difference in that boy or girl's life. Or perhaps even just in Anne's as she learns to be more empathetic and compassionate toward her peers. Seems like a good lesson to me.
When I dropped Anne off at daycare this morning, the director mentioned to her teacher that they were planning on handing out Valentines to the kids. I immediately remembered my own elementary school Valentine's Days and that usual twinge of guilt came over me. As a kid, probably like most kids do, I always selected my favorite cards in the box for the kids in my class that I liked, and the "ugly" cards for the kids I didn't. Of course, those kids never knew they were getting the "ugly" cards, but looking back on it makes me feel like a crappy person. But no one told me I shouldn't do it that way.
I think when Anne gets old enough to hand out cards, I'm going to teach her to give her very favorite card to her best friend (after all, your best friend does deserve the best), and then give the rest of her favorite cards to the kids she's not as fond of. I will teach her that Jesus loves everyone, not just the popular or cool kids, and she should follow suit. Maybe the kids she doesn't like as much need the "pretty" cards more; a little compassion goes a long way. You just never know, that Valentine could make a huge difference in that boy or girl's life. Or perhaps even just in Anne's as she learns to be more empathetic and compassionate toward her peers. Seems like a good lesson to me.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Well, hello.
My best friend of 23 years or so, Kat Elliott, keeps telling me I should start a blog. So, here we go. Journaling is not an unfamiliar past time for me, I've just previously written in a slightly less public forum called LiveJournal. You have to have your own account and be friended to me to read it, though, and that doesn't work so well for people who have no interest in having an LJ account. I also write "Notes" on Facebook, again with a friends locked account, but I don't think you can add pictures to the notes and well, this just seems like a more interesting format.
I guess I'll open with a brief introduction since this is a public blog. And I do mean brief, because I really don't care to relate my whole life story in the first post. I'm Nicole, my amazing husband is Kristian, and our beautiful almost-4-months-old daughter is Anne. I'm 30 years old going on 30 because I refuse to have any more birthdays and my husband is the same age. I've had various hobbies throughout my life including marching band, larping, and now a healthy obsession with my daughter. I'm not afraid to admit I'm a huge dork or that I'm a "crunchy" mom. Our little family lives in Suwanee, Georgia, in our first house that we bought in the summer of 2010. I'm a legal assistant/receptionist/secretary/office manager for 5 attorneys in Decatur, Georgia and I've been doing this job since 2002 when I graduated from UGA. We attend Cornerstone Church of Christ in Duluth and I was baptized (again) in the summer of 2009. That pretty much covers the bullet list of important stuff, I think.
Round-Robin : "Colloquially, however, 'round-robin' is frequently given an opposite meaning, being used to describe a letter with an author copied and sent to multiple recipients, like the sending of family news at Christmas. This is more correctly termed a circular, or informally, a 'brag & gag'.[1]" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Round-robin)
Today, I am grateful for my husband who is one of those rare men that actually understands he needs to help with the housework now that we have an infant to care for. I woke up this morning to discover he had unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher last night when I went to bed. It's such a small thing but I can't tell you how much better it makes my morning when I stumble down to the kitchen at 5 am to find the mess has magically disappeared.
I am also grateful that I like the morning teacher at our daycare center. I hate leaving my daughter in daycare, but at least when she grins at Meghan I know she's happy there. And if Anne is happy, then Mommy is happy.
So, that's a start. How frequently I update will depend entirely on how busy I am at work; I rarely get online at home. Spending time with my husband and daughter trumps surfing the net. Spending time with my husband and daughter trumps pretty much everything, actually...you will find in my blog posts that family means more to me than anything else in the world.
I guess I'll open with a brief introduction since this is a public blog. And I do mean brief, because I really don't care to relate my whole life story in the first post. I'm Nicole, my amazing husband is Kristian, and our beautiful almost-4-months-old daughter is Anne. I'm 30 years old going on 30 because I refuse to have any more birthdays and my husband is the same age. I've had various hobbies throughout my life including marching band, larping, and now a healthy obsession with my daughter. I'm not afraid to admit I'm a huge dork or that I'm a "crunchy" mom. Our little family lives in Suwanee, Georgia, in our first house that we bought in the summer of 2010. I'm a legal assistant/receptionist/secretary/office manager for 5 attorneys in Decatur, Georgia and I've been doing this job since 2002 when I graduated from UGA. We attend Cornerstone Church of Christ in Duluth and I was baptized (again) in the summer of 2009. That pretty much covers the bullet list of important stuff, I think.
Round-Robin : "Colloquially, however, 'round-robin' is frequently given an opposite meaning, being used to describe a letter with an author copied and sent to multiple recipients, like the sending of family news at Christmas. This is more correctly termed a circular, or informally, a 'brag & gag'.[1]" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Round-robin)
Today, I am grateful for my husband who is one of those rare men that actually understands he needs to help with the housework now that we have an infant to care for. I woke up this morning to discover he had unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher last night when I went to bed. It's such a small thing but I can't tell you how much better it makes my morning when I stumble down to the kitchen at 5 am to find the mess has magically disappeared.
I am also grateful that I like the morning teacher at our daycare center. I hate leaving my daughter in daycare, but at least when she grins at Meghan I know she's happy there. And if Anne is happy, then Mommy is happy.
So, that's a start. How frequently I update will depend entirely on how busy I am at work; I rarely get online at home. Spending time with my husband and daughter trumps surfing the net. Spending time with my husband and daughter trumps pretty much everything, actually...you will find in my blog posts that family means more to me than anything else in the world.
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