Aug 26, 2013

Ta-Ta For Now

     Obviously, I’ve been taking a big ‘ole break from the blog.  It started unintentionally as James requires most of my time and attention and when he was napping or playing happily alone, I needed to eat or shower or launder or cook… just do the daily grind type things.  When free time did pop up, I really wasn’t feeling inspired to blog.  This summer has been full-wonderful, stressful, busy, heartbreaking, exciting all rolled into one.  For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel the need to blog.   I guess I had not realized how therapeutic this blog  was.  I started it when I was going through an early life career (or lack therof) crisis- so photography and blogging helped me to keep some perspective and distract me from the things that weren’t falling perfectly in my life.  I wrote more and shot less as time went on, a perfect outlet for those post-college, engaged, then newlywed days.  After James was born, I had many more words than time, and I really  prioritized getting those thoughts out.  The shortage of time thing has really helped me to analyze what I want to do and how to get it done. So for now, the blog is just taking a back seat.  Nothing too exciting has been replacing it- playing with James, subbing in some much needed prayer time, working on writing my book, learning to crochet & knit and still trying to overcome my un-craftyness. 


    My Grandmother passed away this summer.  She was just an incredible woman!  She was a DOER! She raised 5 kids, taught piano lessons, was a high school music teacher, wrote and directed stage variety shows, she painted, started her own dollhouse miniature company, translated books to braille, and was always working on her crossword puzzles or knitting projects. She’s really inspired me to do more of the things I want to do.  Blogging is not one of them right now!


    So my lack of time, my grandmother’s full life and just my love-hate (more often hate) with being on the computer, it just made sense to step away.  I want my son to be a doer, which means he needs to watch his mama doing.  I want him to see me reading, writing, taking pictures, learning new things, volunteering, playing games, dancing.  I don’t want him to remember me being on the computer.


     So, it’s not you blog, it’s me.  I’ve had so much fun here, but my minutes are precious and you are going on the backburner for now!


     And I’ll go out the way I came in October of 2009-with pictures :)

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Jun 20, 2013

Father’s Day Camping Trip!

   The pictures say it all.


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Wellllll, the pictures don’t really say it ALL.  I’ll give a re-cap:

My husband the snake wrangler. Baby’s first tick. Lessons in fire bundling. Mindy: “us adults have to pretend we also have not been waiting all day for these smores.” Chigger bites that I thought were bed bugs. Camping baby seat. dirt AND snot.  Cecilia and the toad.  Makeshift basketball hoops and dragonfly nets.


A good time was had by all :)

Jun 19, 2013

Kathleen Meghan

     Kap, Kapernoodle, Kate McCoy, the redhead, Meggy Peggy, the CEO, Katydid and whatever else  we called amongst the years…has graduated high school!

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Way to go, Kathleen!

Jun 17, 2013

The Father’s Day Reality

     I had a surprise camping trip planned, a homemade card ready to be crafted, a book from James to be ordered and all types of other Daddy friendly pampering.  I wanted to live up to the hallmark holiday because I do love myself a hallmark holiday.  I had one deserving dad on my hands- always serving, guiding, sacrificing and I wanted to give a big thank you.


    Fast forward to last Wednesday, when I called Marcus at 2 am, scream-sobbing, from the bathroom floor where James had just stopped breathing for a terrifying period of time & then projectile spit-up a extremely scary amount.  He literally left work right away and stayed on the phone with me as I tried to take care of a very sick James.  I was definitely shaken and crying, and even though he spoke calmly and was telling me what to do to keep his airway clear, I could hear the panic in his voice.  Over the past 5 days, we’ve spent nursing a pretty sick James back to health (he’s not quite there yet-boo) That meant we wouldn’t be camping overnight, I scrambled to make a card on Sunday morning, his book never got ordered and there was definitely no daddy-pampering.  The opposite went down- he slept sitting up in a chair holding the baby, got his fair share of baby bodily fluids all over, cooked for ME, and you get the pathetic looking picture.  I was bummed.  When we were stupid enough to take a hacking James to mass on Sunday, Marcus missed the Father’s Day blessing since he had to step out of the church after James had an explosive diaper alllllll over.


     Yes, that was our Father’s Day reality and I am figuring it is good God taught me this lesson at the beginning of my parenting days in hopes I can only get a better grasp on real life as I go on.  Marcus loved James long before he was born, he supported me in every way possible during my pregnancy and worked tirelessly through my labor and delivery with me.  He provides for our family financially and spiritually, leading us in prayer.  He was the my cheerleader during all the breastfeeding difficulties and such a servant and comfort during the whole postpartum period.  He had the tender touch to lull a fussy baby to sleep as well as all the rough and tumble play James loves.  Selfless with his time and comfort, Marcus is an inspiring parent and such a good example for me.  There is no card or no present or no celebratory weekend that can give back enough all that he has given.  And Thank goodness for that, since the snot trumped the celebration this weekend. Perhaps against our better judgment (but it was SO fun)  we fake camped during the day and headed home at night- to the luxury of the humidifier and the crib. It was kind of like last year but even better since I didn’t bring along the nagging morning sickness with me.  We all enjoyed our day camping, even the sicko and especially the man of honor.  Then he spent all of Sunday and today catching whatever James has.  Oh, Happy Father’s Day!


     Marcus, I love watching you be a daddy!

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James P and Daddy on Father’s Day 2013

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