A couple days ago my 6 year old (Ireland) walks downstairs obviously upset and begins to protest what she is wearing. Getting her dressed in the mornings has always been a power struggle but today she was overly moody.
So my daughter looks at me and says, "but I hate this I am so fat". Now, my baby girl has never been fat a day in her life. She was only 5lbs and 11 oz. the day she was born.
While I am no longer a size zero I am not the type to go around talking about how fat I am or how unhappy I am with the way I look. I've always thought of it as a work in progress. At times the process may be rather slow but all the same I know I'm in charge.
To hear those words out of my daughter's mouth floored me. I looked at Sean who was looking at me and we immediately tried to find out why she was saying this. We pointed out how unfat she was and that what was important was to be healthy... eat healthy and to exercise. To which for the most part she does.
I mean this kid has stomach muscles that would make women in their 20's jealous. So this made me start wondering exactly where was my 6 year old getting this information. Why would she say this?
I have become increasingly upset with television because of the hidden comments in cartoons and the type of commercials that play during children's programing. Not to mention that some of the toys targeted towards girls are terrible. Take the Brat dolls for example. They wear very little clothing and carry around an even more upsetting attitude. For this reason they have been banned from my home.
Also, you shouldn't have a kids movie playing that will be filled with commercials about sexual lubricant or the latest horror film. Maybe this is just another sign that I am old, but I find it rather frightening how quickly we are forcing our children to grow up.
I hear about parents that allow their very young children to watch adult shows such as Dexter or movies such as Saw and then wonder why their children have anger issues or are depressed and scared.
Maybe it's time we parents took a step back and reminded ourselves that childhood may only last a short while but the impact during this time lasts the rest of their lives. Not only do we have to worry about what they watch but also how those commercials and toys shape our children's vision of the world.
It's a daily battle, one I know I don't always fight. However, I am hopeful that I can make good decisions for my children that will keep them healthy, safe, and allow them to enjoy their short childhood.
So what do you other parents or soon-to-be parents think? Should we think more about the television and toys we allow our children to be exposed to or is that being too protective?
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
filling in the missing branch
My girls tend to ask a lot of questions...a lot! They aren't all those annoying silly questions either. Some are very important questions about their family. They want to know why someone wanted to get married, why someone moves, even why one gets to see and talk to their godparents more than the other.
Occasionally the questions get rather difficult. "You know that man with the cows and the dog and cat? Why don't we see him? Why doesn't he call or visit us?
And while I'm never sure how to answer these questions because you can't tell a child that said person just doesn't make any effort to see them. One, they wouldn't understand and two, it could upset and hurt their feelings if they somehow did understand.
So I do my best to sidestep the answers and divert their attention to something else. However, I've come to realize how this can be damaging in it's own way.
Like my children I used to ask my dad lots of questions about his family. Like me, my dad never answered the questions. I asked about his dad and he would almost totally ignore my questions or reply with, "why are you asking me this?" to which he would then become busy and unable to talk.
When he would talk about family visiting he would talk to me like I had a clue about what was going on. Honestly, I don't know who anyone is in his family besides his mother, and his siblings...and even his brother I don't really know. I think I could count on my fingers the number of times I've seen him.
So I've made a decision. I may not truly know my father or his extended family, but that doesn't mean my children should grow up knowing nothing about them. The tricky part comes when they ask to see thier grandfather, which at this point wouldn't happen but they deserve to know who their family is and where they come from.
Given this new direction I opened an account with ancestry.com last night. Within minutes I had my mother's side of the family traced beyond my great-great grandparents. Granted it helped that I knew my great grandparents names, birthdays, and death dates...along with their children and their dates.
My dad's side, well that is proving to be a little difficult. The only information I had to go on was my grandfather's obituary which provided no birth date, no information on his wife, and only a state for his birth place.
I was able to find information about his parents but that caused more trouble. I was importing information that I wasn't very sure was correct. I was flying blind.
So I reached out to my aunt who is willing to help me fill in some gaps which might allow me to at least be able to tell my children the names of my dad's family. I may not have stories about them to share as I do for my mom's family but at least I can give them something. My search continues, and hopefully it will lead to some small revelations along the way. If nothing else it's an adventure.
Occasionally the questions get rather difficult. "You know that man with the cows and the dog and cat? Why don't we see him? Why doesn't he call or visit us?
And while I'm never sure how to answer these questions because you can't tell a child that said person just doesn't make any effort to see them. One, they wouldn't understand and two, it could upset and hurt their feelings if they somehow did understand.
So I do my best to sidestep the answers and divert their attention to something else. However, I've come to realize how this can be damaging in it's own way.
Like my children I used to ask my dad lots of questions about his family. Like me, my dad never answered the questions. I asked about his dad and he would almost totally ignore my questions or reply with, "why are you asking me this?" to which he would then become busy and unable to talk.
When he would talk about family visiting he would talk to me like I had a clue about what was going on. Honestly, I don't know who anyone is in his family besides his mother, and his siblings...and even his brother I don't really know. I think I could count on my fingers the number of times I've seen him.
So I've made a decision. I may not truly know my father or his extended family, but that doesn't mean my children should grow up knowing nothing about them. The tricky part comes when they ask to see thier grandfather, which at this point wouldn't happen but they deserve to know who their family is and where they come from.
Given this new direction I opened an account with ancestry.com last night. Within minutes I had my mother's side of the family traced beyond my great-great grandparents. Granted it helped that I knew my great grandparents names, birthdays, and death dates...along with their children and their dates.
My dad's side, well that is proving to be a little difficult. The only information I had to go on was my grandfather's obituary which provided no birth date, no information on his wife, and only a state for his birth place.
I was able to find information about his parents but that caused more trouble. I was importing information that I wasn't very sure was correct. I was flying blind.
So I reached out to my aunt who is willing to help me fill in some gaps which might allow me to at least be able to tell my children the names of my dad's family. I may not have stories about them to share as I do for my mom's family but at least I can give them something. My search continues, and hopefully it will lead to some small revelations along the way. If nothing else it's an adventure.
Friday, November 13, 2009
my friend, shall we play doctor
It's midnight and you are awoken by a sick 7 month old. You find that your baby has a 102 fever and has green drainage coming from both eyes. Your cell phone has the pediatricians cell phone number. Do you use it?? What if the doctor was also a friend?
I hear stories all the time about parents calling on the doctor the minute anything goes wrong with their child and while this is understandable with first time parents it must become a difficult situation for the doctor, especially if that doctor is also a family friend.
We moved back to WV because it was an area we knew. Our children would be taught by teachers we knew and trusted, and thus came the possibility of having friends also be your doctor...your children's doctor.
Since living here I have had two different doctors, both of which I consider a friend, give me their personal cell phone number to use in case something came up.
I have also had phone calls from others requesting this information so that they could call upon these doctors late in the evening.
However, I have a strict policy. If it's an emergency, I go to the emergency room. If the ER is not necessary, I call the doctors office and go through the proper channels to have my children or myself seen and treated. And more importantly, I never give out a private number unless advised that it's okay to do so.
Trust me, there has been more than one time in which I wanted to use those numbers because it would have made things easier. But I reminded myself that these people are more than doctors, they are wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and friends. If every patient that they had called each time they had a question or concern I don't think they would get much family time.
Now I know that each family is different and each doctor is different. There are doctors that welcome this intrusion, expect it. I guess it's possible they all do. My kids doctor even said, "that's part of why I'm a doctor, I know it will happen".
For me, I just believe there is a fine line that can easily be crossed when your friend is also your doctor...and I would rather do what I can to respect each relationship and attempt to keep from crossing a line in which my friend is bothered by my phone calls or visits.
What do you think? Is calling your friend/doctor any different than calling a fellow mom for advice? Has there ever been a situation in which your doctor or your kids doctor called for parenting advice?
I hear stories all the time about parents calling on the doctor the minute anything goes wrong with their child and while this is understandable with first time parents it must become a difficult situation for the doctor, especially if that doctor is also a family friend.
We moved back to WV because it was an area we knew. Our children would be taught by teachers we knew and trusted, and thus came the possibility of having friends also be your doctor...your children's doctor.
Since living here I have had two different doctors, both of which I consider a friend, give me their personal cell phone number to use in case something came up.
I have also had phone calls from others requesting this information so that they could call upon these doctors late in the evening.
However, I have a strict policy. If it's an emergency, I go to the emergency room. If the ER is not necessary, I call the doctors office and go through the proper channels to have my children or myself seen and treated. And more importantly, I never give out a private number unless advised that it's okay to do so.
Trust me, there has been more than one time in which I wanted to use those numbers because it would have made things easier. But I reminded myself that these people are more than doctors, they are wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and friends. If every patient that they had called each time they had a question or concern I don't think they would get much family time.
Now I know that each family is different and each doctor is different. There are doctors that welcome this intrusion, expect it. I guess it's possible they all do. My kids doctor even said, "that's part of why I'm a doctor, I know it will happen".
For me, I just believe there is a fine line that can easily be crossed when your friend is also your doctor...and I would rather do what I can to respect each relationship and attempt to keep from crossing a line in which my friend is bothered by my phone calls or visits.
What do you think? Is calling your friend/doctor any different than calling a fellow mom for advice? Has there ever been a situation in which your doctor or your kids doctor called for parenting advice?
Friday, October 2, 2009
growing isn't just for children
Yesterday I'm laying on a table in PT with heat on my back when that little song begins to play over the speakers. Upon hearing such a sound anyone who has spent any time in the hospital knows a sweet little life has entered the world.
Up until now that sound was so sweet and full of promise. Granted, it still is...I'm just sad because no longer will I be found on the opposite end. Go ahead, gasp, you know you want to.
Why on earth would a busy mother of 4 desire any more children knowing full well she has her hands full? Just to clarify, I'm content with my 4. It's just sad to think that I will never again touch my belly noticing the sweet movements within that indicate a miracle is approaching.
I know I'm privileged. I've had 3 healthy pregnancies. Each may have provided a couple of hiccups that allowed for discomfort but all my children were healthy beautiful babies and momma was in the hands of skilled professionals. All was well in baby land.
When I gave birth to my first son I knew immediately that I would want to try for one more. While also knowing before I gave birth to Conor that he would be my last. At the time I didn't think much of that decision other than it was the right decision for my family and I. I wasn't prepared for the emptiness that has followed.
Upon getting married I was pregnant before the year was out with twins no less. Since that moment I have been more mother than anything else. Each day began with children and usually ended as such. For the past 7 years I have either been pregnant or caring for children as my main profession.
Conor however seems to be on a mission to remind me that my baby days are numbered and sooner rather than later I will be in need of other day to day activities. I'm trying very hard to hold on to every moment with Conor, but with every moment I'm also reminded that this too shall pass.
And while I know that growth and change are good for my kids I would gladly freeze time to squeeze just a couple extra years at the current stages. The thought of the girls becoming teenagers, the thought of Michael becoming a child rather than my toddler, the thought of Conor continuing his quest for movement seems to be bringing more and more tears to my eyes.
There is a parenting philosophy that shares that at the end of parenting it isn't only the child that is transformed but the parent as well. So onward I travel since I have no other choice. I guess the saying is true,
"It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't".
Up until now that sound was so sweet and full of promise. Granted, it still is...I'm just sad because no longer will I be found on the opposite end. Go ahead, gasp, you know you want to.
Why on earth would a busy mother of 4 desire any more children knowing full well she has her hands full? Just to clarify, I'm content with my 4. It's just sad to think that I will never again touch my belly noticing the sweet movements within that indicate a miracle is approaching.
I know I'm privileged. I've had 3 healthy pregnancies. Each may have provided a couple of hiccups that allowed for discomfort but all my children were healthy beautiful babies and momma was in the hands of skilled professionals. All was well in baby land.
When I gave birth to my first son I knew immediately that I would want to try for one more. While also knowing before I gave birth to Conor that he would be my last. At the time I didn't think much of that decision other than it was the right decision for my family and I. I wasn't prepared for the emptiness that has followed.
Upon getting married I was pregnant before the year was out with twins no less. Since that moment I have been more mother than anything else. Each day began with children and usually ended as such. For the past 7 years I have either been pregnant or caring for children as my main profession.
Conor however seems to be on a mission to remind me that my baby days are numbered and sooner rather than later I will be in need of other day to day activities. I'm trying very hard to hold on to every moment with Conor, but with every moment I'm also reminded that this too shall pass.
And while I know that growth and change are good for my kids I would gladly freeze time to squeeze just a couple extra years at the current stages. The thought of the girls becoming teenagers, the thought of Michael becoming a child rather than my toddler, the thought of Conor continuing his quest for movement seems to be bringing more and more tears to my eyes.
There is a parenting philosophy that shares that at the end of parenting it isn't only the child that is transformed but the parent as well. So onward I travel since I have no other choice. I guess the saying is true,
"It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't".
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
whirlwind of 4
So much seems to be happening in my household. With 4 little ones running around someone is always needing something or needing to go somewhere. There is barely enough time to shower and brush my teeth on a daily basis.
Currently, the girls are extra busy with soccer and school. Reading has become much easier for Ireland while Erin continues to excel. Soccer is a hit or miss as far as how excited the girls are to play.
Ireland seems to have a natural talent for it but too often seems to be unprepared for the physical contact. Granted I suppose she does have some reason to complain as with each practice she seems to take a ball from midfield to the abdomen. That combined with a boy who seems to think that pushing and shoving girls to the ground is fun I can see how some days she would rather cry than deal.
Erin tries with soccer but would much rather be elsewhere. She wants to try tennis but I think we might have to wait a while on that one. I'm caught between being the supportive mom who lets them explore and keeping my sanity through simplifying the schedule as much as possible.
Michael continues to make us all smile while pulling at our heartstrings. He is still adjusting to daycare as drop offs in the morning are full of tears and pleas. Usually I leave him crying as I begin to cry myself. I know he has fun once I've left but leaving him is so difficult.
And Conor....oh Conor. My baby, what am I going to do with you? The moment he was placed in my arms he seemed to already know what he wanted. He seems the be the happiest and most well adjusted of us all. He also seems to be on a mission to prove he isn't just the "baby".
Tomorrow he will be a mere 6 months old and already he is crawling, sitting up, and attempting to pull himself up. I so wanted him to stay small.
Knowing he would be my last I wanted to bottle as much "baby" time as I could. Soak it in and make memories that would help me make it through the coming years.
Once again I'm reminded that my children are only mine for a short while and have their own lives to live. Time will not slow just because I desire more baby moments or sanity. I have a job to do, and raise these kids I shall do...but I can't guarantee I won't have lots of fun along the way.
Currently, the girls are extra busy with soccer and school. Reading has become much easier for Ireland while Erin continues to excel. Soccer is a hit or miss as far as how excited the girls are to play.
Ireland seems to have a natural talent for it but too often seems to be unprepared for the physical contact. Granted I suppose she does have some reason to complain as with each practice she seems to take a ball from midfield to the abdomen. That combined with a boy who seems to think that pushing and shoving girls to the ground is fun I can see how some days she would rather cry than deal.
Erin tries with soccer but would much rather be elsewhere. She wants to try tennis but I think we might have to wait a while on that one. I'm caught between being the supportive mom who lets them explore and keeping my sanity through simplifying the schedule as much as possible.
Michael continues to make us all smile while pulling at our heartstrings. He is still adjusting to daycare as drop offs in the morning are full of tears and pleas. Usually I leave him crying as I begin to cry myself. I know he has fun once I've left but leaving him is so difficult.
And Conor....oh Conor. My baby, what am I going to do with you? The moment he was placed in my arms he seemed to already know what he wanted. He seems the be the happiest and most well adjusted of us all. He also seems to be on a mission to prove he isn't just the "baby".
Tomorrow he will be a mere 6 months old and already he is crawling, sitting up, and attempting to pull himself up. I so wanted him to stay small.
Knowing he would be my last I wanted to bottle as much "baby" time as I could. Soak it in and make memories that would help me make it through the coming years.
Once again I'm reminded that my children are only mine for a short while and have their own lives to live. Time will not slow just because I desire more baby moments or sanity. I have a job to do, and raise these kids I shall do...but I can't guarantee I won't have lots of fun along the way.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
saying goodbye is never easy
Today was a very sad day for me and since I don't really know what else to do I'm taking the time to write because in the past that is what I've done. It's how I deal I guess.
I venture to say that everyone has at least one teacher that they can say changed their life. Helped them see their potential or simply saw them as more than just another student. Somehow they touched your life and you look back fondly on them.
I'm very lucky. Right off the bat I can think of 4 teachers that do and have meant a great deal to me. They each have allowed me to become a better person and I am very grateful.
Today however I had to say goodbye to one of them. This one in particular was a large reason I survived the latter part of my childhood. She seemed to see something in me that I was yet to see. She pushed me in my studies, found ways to include and encourage me when she knew I was having difficulty, and seemed to never question bringing me into her home to comfort and guide me when I needed it most.
Even as I type I find it very difficult to put into words what she meant/means to me. I just know that the world seems to have lost some of its glimmer and hope now that she is gone.
With her passing I am filled with regret. The last time I physically saw her was the day of my wedding. We occasionally wrote a letter filling the other in on the lives we lived and sending a picture or two but we more or less lost touch.
When I first heard she had cancer I knew I wanted to go and see her I just didn't realize how little time I had to do so. I let the opportunities slip through my fingers and am now left hoping she knew how I felt and what she meant to me. I feel as if I've let us both down, she deserved better from me and I didn't come through.
I found myself watching her daughter today. A mere 7 years old not able to understand all she has lost. I remember holding this girl in my arms when she was weeks old. Joni and I spoke of marriage, children, religion as I held this sweet tiny baby. Joni continuing to guide while allowing plenty of room for my own thoughts and decisions.
I shed tears for the mother this child no longer has, the events she will go through knowing her mom should be there with her. I do however take comfort in that no one could love her anymore than her dad and how amazingly wonderful her life will be because he is in it.
I also shed tears for the son she leaves behind. This boy I've thought of as a little brother has grown into a wonderful man with a wife and life all his own. I always knew he would do wonderful things with his life and let me just say he does not disappoint.
I had held it together through the service rather well until after all was done and we all turned to leave this boy no more leaned down to give me a hug and we both just fell into weeping. I know his shoulders are heavy now with a sister who will need him more than ever and the void left from no longer having his mom around.
It's just all very sad and the tears fall so freely now that they have become expected, accepted. So with a sad and heavy heart I say:
Thank you Joni, for everything. It meant more than you would ever know or I could express. Thanks for the car rides, the attitude adjustments, the words of encouragement, the reality checks, the hugs, the gentle pushes in the right direction, the feeling that you were always in my corner and willing to show up...and for the shower, band-aids, clothes, and motherly love that night.
I venture to say that everyone has at least one teacher that they can say changed their life. Helped them see their potential or simply saw them as more than just another student. Somehow they touched your life and you look back fondly on them.
I'm very lucky. Right off the bat I can think of 4 teachers that do and have meant a great deal to me. They each have allowed me to become a better person and I am very grateful.
Today however I had to say goodbye to one of them. This one in particular was a large reason I survived the latter part of my childhood. She seemed to see something in me that I was yet to see. She pushed me in my studies, found ways to include and encourage me when she knew I was having difficulty, and seemed to never question bringing me into her home to comfort and guide me when I needed it most.
Even as I type I find it very difficult to put into words what she meant/means to me. I just know that the world seems to have lost some of its glimmer and hope now that she is gone.
With her passing I am filled with regret. The last time I physically saw her was the day of my wedding. We occasionally wrote a letter filling the other in on the lives we lived and sending a picture or two but we more or less lost touch.
When I first heard she had cancer I knew I wanted to go and see her I just didn't realize how little time I had to do so. I let the opportunities slip through my fingers and am now left hoping she knew how I felt and what she meant to me. I feel as if I've let us both down, she deserved better from me and I didn't come through.
I found myself watching her daughter today. A mere 7 years old not able to understand all she has lost. I remember holding this girl in my arms when she was weeks old. Joni and I spoke of marriage, children, religion as I held this sweet tiny baby. Joni continuing to guide while allowing plenty of room for my own thoughts and decisions.
I shed tears for the mother this child no longer has, the events she will go through knowing her mom should be there with her. I do however take comfort in that no one could love her anymore than her dad and how amazingly wonderful her life will be because he is in it.
I also shed tears for the son she leaves behind. This boy I've thought of as a little brother has grown into a wonderful man with a wife and life all his own. I always knew he would do wonderful things with his life and let me just say he does not disappoint.
I had held it together through the service rather well until after all was done and we all turned to leave this boy no more leaned down to give me a hug and we both just fell into weeping. I know his shoulders are heavy now with a sister who will need him more than ever and the void left from no longer having his mom around.
It's just all very sad and the tears fall so freely now that they have become expected, accepted. So with a sad and heavy heart I say:
Thank you Joni, for everything. It meant more than you would ever know or I could express. Thanks for the car rides, the attitude adjustments, the words of encouragement, the reality checks, the hugs, the gentle pushes in the right direction, the feeling that you were always in my corner and willing to show up...and for the shower, band-aids, clothes, and motherly love that night.
Monday, June 1, 2009
trying to find those 5 needed minutes
Needless to say having 4 kids is totally kicking my rear. I am finding it difficult to get everything completed during the day. So, my writing has taken a back seat which really bothers me because not only do I enjoy writing but it is also my sounding board and release of the happenings.
We have managed to make it through the wedding with very little drama and only a few tears. It was a beautiful event and I'm rather sad my friend isn't close anymore but I'm hoping to plan a trip to see her before summer is over.
The dress I wore...holy good god....my breasts look like they are coming out of it at all angles which I suppose they were. My advice for those in the future don't wear a strapless dress when you are breastfeeding and your breasts are the size of small blimps.
Since the wedding we have seen little of Sean as he is traveling as much as possible to be with his dad in Charleston. With a little luck his dad may be home the end of this week and Sean won't have to travel as far to help out.
We also have the yard sale coming up this Saturday. I have so many kids clothes and maternity clothes that I have filled 4 racks and still have at least 2 trash bags full. I'm hoping that we can make a good amount of spending cash for the beach.
Also, our first trip back to the beach since we've had Conor. His first beach trip...so sad because the other 3 where on the beach before they were a month old. I hope we are able to still make him a beach baby.
Sorry for the deconstructed posts...I'm forcing myself to at least type a few thoughts down when I find a minute. I'm truly trying to get back into writing but it's always the first thing to give up when the day is busy which seems to be a daily event.
For example, today I took both boys to the doctor's office. They each had to have 3 shots and get checked out. Let me just say, you try to take a 2 year old and a 2 month old by yourself and see how you survive.
It went well enough but it wore me out trying to keep Michael from screaming and escaping the entire time as Conor was getting hungry and we still had the shots to survive. Luckily, after shots I was able to feed Conor and get home just in time to put both boys down for a nap.
The house is quiet now thus the reason I have 5 minutes to type..but my time is up and I have to get back to getting things ready for the yard sale, working on my lists of things to get ready for the beach, and laundry/housework.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I'll get there...eventually.
I'm crazed at the moment. Not only am I trying to run a house with 4 screaming kids I'm trying to prep 3 of us to be in a wedding while 2 others are attending, leaving needed childcare for the remaining O'Sullivan.
On top of wedding craziness my father in law is recovering from a stroke. Luckily, it is much better than it could have been. He can talk and move so we are very thankful. Not much to tell currently other than he will start rehab soon so we are all just playing the waiting game.
Also, my favorite book has now been made into a movie and is currently playing. I'm so excited. So I have all kinds of blogs to write if I can find a moment to write them. Here is hoping tomorrow I find a moment because I'm really excited about writing right now.
I promise longer and better posts are coming. I promise!
On top of wedding craziness my father in law is recovering from a stroke. Luckily, it is much better than it could have been. He can talk and move so we are very thankful. Not much to tell currently other than he will start rehab soon so we are all just playing the waiting game.
Also, my favorite book has now been made into a movie and is currently playing. I'm so excited. So I have all kinds of blogs to write if I can find a moment to write them. Here is hoping tomorrow I find a moment because I'm really excited about writing right now.
I promise longer and better posts are coming. I promise!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
busy bee still at work
I had so hoped to make a constant return to blogging....well it's still a little difficult.
FYI: My father-in-law is back in the hospital so please say a prayer. My girls are still playing soccer, I'm trying to get my girls and I ready to be in my dear lil sis' (Ash) wedding in less than two weeks. Which is another post...can we say nursing mom trying to fit into a strapless dress just 8 weeks after giving birth. lol Tune back in for a laugh later. Plus, I'm trying to hang out with some momma friends and keep from locking myself into the house.
Now, I'm going to return to my guilty pleasure of Housewives of NYC and hope to write more tomorrow.
FYI: My father-in-law is back in the hospital so please say a prayer. My girls are still playing soccer, I'm trying to get my girls and I ready to be in my dear lil sis' (Ash) wedding in less than two weeks. Which is another post...can we say nursing mom trying to fit into a strapless dress just 8 weeks after giving birth. lol Tune back in for a laugh later. Plus, I'm trying to hang out with some momma friends and keep from locking myself into the house.
Now, I'm going to return to my guilty pleasure of Housewives of NYC and hope to write more tomorrow.
Monday, May 4, 2009
busy busy bee
Ok, so it has been a very long time sine I've typed a word. Granted, I have been a little busy. Don't believe me....let me catch you up.
Well, I spent a good couple weeks with a terrible rash the last part of my pregnancy which had me up all hours of the night because I couldn't sleep so I spent my time pacing and scratching. Turns out I need gallbladder surgery, yippie! On a good note though, I don't have to have the surgery right away since delivering the baby made most of the symptoms go almost unnoticeable.
Of course I also gave birth to my 4th kid, that's right I am now the momma to 4 rugrats. Conor Reed O'Sullivan was born March 24, 2009 weighing in at an even 8 lbs. He graced us with some red hair and a very serious personality.
Since then I have been adjusting to having 5 year old twins, a 2 year old toddler (oh yeah, had his second birthday a few weeks ago), and an infant. Needless to say I don't have enough spare time to visit the bathroom much less head to the basement to write.
I'm hoping however that I am beginning to get the hang of having 4 kids and will be able to start writing at least twice a week if not every other day.
So for now, enjoy some pictures of what has been keeping us so busy.
Well, I spent a good couple weeks with a terrible rash the last part of my pregnancy which had me up all hours of the night because I couldn't sleep so I spent my time pacing and scratching. Turns out I need gallbladder surgery, yippie! On a good note though, I don't have to have the surgery right away since delivering the baby made most of the symptoms go almost unnoticeable.
Of course I also gave birth to my 4th kid, that's right I am now the momma to 4 rugrats. Conor Reed O'Sullivan was born March 24, 2009 weighing in at an even 8 lbs. He graced us with some red hair and a very serious personality.
Since then I have been adjusting to having 5 year old twins, a 2 year old toddler (oh yeah, had his second birthday a few weeks ago), and an infant. Needless to say I don't have enough spare time to visit the bathroom much less head to the basement to write.
I'm hoping however that I am beginning to get the hang of having 4 kids and will be able to start writing at least twice a week if not every other day.
So for now, enjoy some pictures of what has been keeping us so busy.
Monday, January 26, 2009
7 years and counting
Today Sean and I celebrate 7 years of marriage. We have known each other for 11 years. Our dating life was rather difficult which is mainly my fault. Granted I'm not sure we would be doing so well had those first few years been easy. The phrase, "We've come a long way baby" comes to mind and is very true.
Within 7 years of marriage we have moved 6 times, had 3 children and our fourth to arrive in March, and survived two periods were work required us to live in different cities and different states.
Looking back it's easier to say it was a piece of cake because we see how far we have come and and much we still love and enjoy each other...yet....marriage is full of ups and downs, easy and hard times.
I believe the difference between marriages working and falling apart is the desire and effort put into those marriages. I was lucky enough to marry my best friend. He is the one I talk to about everything, the one who knows me better than I even know myself sometimes. And from what I know....the same is true in reverse.
We truly work as a team even if one must pull a little more weight than the other at times. We try very hard to not allow outside influences to cause us issue by discussing situations and realizing that first and foremost our relationship must always be at the top of the list.
We are far from perfect and far from having marriage figured out but we have realized that some things work better than others. We know that it takes work and you get into trouble when you are unwilling to do the work.
Some couples aren't so lucky. The quickly jump from relationship to relationship often times from marriage to marriage looking for something to fill a void which makes building a lasting relationship difficult.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm truly blessed to have the husband I have and even though I might want to strangle him from time to time (as I'm sure he would love to do to me as well) I know I'm exactly where I am suppose to be.
Sean, I love you. Here's hoping the next 7 are as crazy and wonderful as the first 7.
Within 7 years of marriage we have moved 6 times, had 3 children and our fourth to arrive in March, and survived two periods were work required us to live in different cities and different states.
Looking back it's easier to say it was a piece of cake because we see how far we have come and and much we still love and enjoy each other...yet....marriage is full of ups and downs, easy and hard times.
I believe the difference between marriages working and falling apart is the desire and effort put into those marriages. I was lucky enough to marry my best friend. He is the one I talk to about everything, the one who knows me better than I even know myself sometimes. And from what I know....the same is true in reverse.
We truly work as a team even if one must pull a little more weight than the other at times. We try very hard to not allow outside influences to cause us issue by discussing situations and realizing that first and foremost our relationship must always be at the top of the list.
We are far from perfect and far from having marriage figured out but we have realized that some things work better than others. We know that it takes work and you get into trouble when you are unwilling to do the work.
Some couples aren't so lucky. The quickly jump from relationship to relationship often times from marriage to marriage looking for something to fill a void which makes building a lasting relationship difficult.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm truly blessed to have the husband I have and even though I might want to strangle him from time to time (as I'm sure he would love to do to me as well) I know I'm exactly where I am suppose to be.
Sean, I love you. Here's hoping the next 7 are as crazy and wonderful as the first 7.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
so when does the whole "it gets easier" kick in?
Since I gave birth to twins I have been told, "It gets easier as they get older". Now while I'm sure that in some form that is true I am beginning to believe that from my perspective that statement is full of shit.
I love my kids...each and every one of them. Even if I can never seem to get their names right. I couldn't imagine my life without them, spend my days with them as my main concern and job.
However, since my girls turned 14 months old my life has been extremely interesting...even if only to me. Granted the craziness began the moment they were born. How to breastfeed two? How do change two? How to keep from going insane with two?
After Sean and I finally managed to find a way that allowed each of us to get some sleep and get the girls fed we were off and running...and rather smoothly I might add. That is until...
dun dun dun
They began to walk/run/climb. My girls became huge fans of hiding and even bigger fans of getting into any and everything that would make a mess.
Some of these rather scary yet fond memories include Finding and covering themselves and every inch of the floor in baby powder at 14 months, the girls climbing upon each others back to get over the baby gates at the young age of 17 months, at age 2 they began to team up on me.
This consisted of following me to the bathroom and while I'm attempting to pee one would run off and go straight for the door. While one entertained me the other would run outside and hide. Then they both began running outside and hiding. They of course did this naked on several occasions because for some reason I am still yet to understand they hated having to wear clothing, and took every opportunity to undress.
From this point they began to venture into the road on these escape adventures leading to a neighbor having to return them inside. How embarrassing to have to run for the door as your pulling your pants up because you just know that it's over the girls. And yet again, they were naked.
After this moment I installed alarms on all the doors so at least I was capable of keeping up. This alerted me immediately but amazingly 2 year olds are fast. They would take out the door running and I would find them hiding in a house that was still under construction across the street.
I spent many a day during their "toddler" stage crying. I just couldn't keep up and at every turn they were working together, against me.
This gave way to potty training which needless to say is one of the most difficult things I've ever done. There are days in which I still believe one of my daughters will be in middle school before she finally gets the full hang of it.
Now the girls spend their days trying to get into anything and everything they know they are not suppose to touch. Still playing in baby powder, still putting toothpaste on the floor and attempting to use it as glue (or at least that is what I'm guessing was the motive). They still climb cabinets to get into food they know they are forbidden to have and still hiding anything that might get them into trouble underneath anything they can find.
So if you spill your drink, the only logically answer is to cover it with dirty clothes and pray that mom doesn't find out....or if you find yourself unable to get to the bathroom in time to pee you should shove your stinky underwear underneath your brother's crib because mom would never look under there. My favorite thus far has been been the let's just throw it behind the tv.
At age 5 my girls on well on their way as kids. Yet it is more exhausting than when they were 4 days old and wanted nothing but to eat all the time and never sleep. I honestly believe it's getting harder and harder as they are getting older.
While so many seem to find the infant stage to be the craziest and most exhausting I have preferred it with all 3 of my kids. My little boy is still so loving and will just cuddle with me when it becomes bedtime yet, I still miss those days when he would just smile and wiggle vs. running and screaming.
It is amazing to watch them grow and become little people instead of these little helpless babies and yet there are days when the thought of them continuing to grow and become more independent is enough to send me searching for the nearest closet and a stiff drink which neither are possible currently.
Easier???? Not a chance, easy parenting is in the beginning when you do nothing but feed, change, and love. This whole allowing and teaching children to become self sufficient productive adults is exhausting....and my oldest kids are 5. The only thought I am left with is "God help me when they become teenagers."
I love my kids...each and every one of them. Even if I can never seem to get their names right. I couldn't imagine my life without them, spend my days with them as my main concern and job.
However, since my girls turned 14 months old my life has been extremely interesting...even if only to me. Granted the craziness began the moment they were born. How to breastfeed two? How do change two? How to keep from going insane with two?
After Sean and I finally managed to find a way that allowed each of us to get some sleep and get the girls fed we were off and running...and rather smoothly I might add. That is until...
dun dun dun
They began to walk/run/climb. My girls became huge fans of hiding and even bigger fans of getting into any and everything that would make a mess.
Some of these rather scary yet fond memories include Finding and covering themselves and every inch of the floor in baby powder at 14 months, the girls climbing upon each others back to get over the baby gates at the young age of 17 months, at age 2 they began to team up on me.
This consisted of following me to the bathroom and while I'm attempting to pee one would run off and go straight for the door. While one entertained me the other would run outside and hide. Then they both began running outside and hiding. They of course did this naked on several occasions because for some reason I am still yet to understand they hated having to wear clothing, and took every opportunity to undress.
From this point they began to venture into the road on these escape adventures leading to a neighbor having to return them inside. How embarrassing to have to run for the door as your pulling your pants up because you just know that it's over the girls. And yet again, they were naked.
After this moment I installed alarms on all the doors so at least I was capable of keeping up. This alerted me immediately but amazingly 2 year olds are fast. They would take out the door running and I would find them hiding in a house that was still under construction across the street.
I spent many a day during their "toddler" stage crying. I just couldn't keep up and at every turn they were working together, against me.
This gave way to potty training which needless to say is one of the most difficult things I've ever done. There are days in which I still believe one of my daughters will be in middle school before she finally gets the full hang of it.
Now the girls spend their days trying to get into anything and everything they know they are not suppose to touch. Still playing in baby powder, still putting toothpaste on the floor and attempting to use it as glue (or at least that is what I'm guessing was the motive). They still climb cabinets to get into food they know they are forbidden to have and still hiding anything that might get them into trouble underneath anything they can find.
So if you spill your drink, the only logically answer is to cover it with dirty clothes and pray that mom doesn't find out....or if you find yourself unable to get to the bathroom in time to pee you should shove your stinky underwear underneath your brother's crib because mom would never look under there. My favorite thus far has been been the let's just throw it behind the tv.
At age 5 my girls on well on their way as kids. Yet it is more exhausting than when they were 4 days old and wanted nothing but to eat all the time and never sleep. I honestly believe it's getting harder and harder as they are getting older.
While so many seem to find the infant stage to be the craziest and most exhausting I have preferred it with all 3 of my kids. My little boy is still so loving and will just cuddle with me when it becomes bedtime yet, I still miss those days when he would just smile and wiggle vs. running and screaming.
It is amazing to watch them grow and become little people instead of these little helpless babies and yet there are days when the thought of them continuing to grow and become more independent is enough to send me searching for the nearest closet and a stiff drink which neither are possible currently.
Easier???? Not a chance, easy parenting is in the beginning when you do nothing but feed, change, and love. This whole allowing and teaching children to become self sufficient productive adults is exhausting....and my oldest kids are 5. The only thought I am left with is "God help me when they become teenagers."
Monday, January 5, 2009
back to the norm
Today the girls returned to school after almost 2 weeks off. So to some degree life is returning to our norm. Mornings are busy with the girls rushing around getting ready for school and husband getting ready for work.
However, I'm surprised to say I miss my girls. I was very anxious with such a long break. Michael and I had worked out our routine while the girls were in school so to have that interrupted left me feeling somewhat out of control.
To my surprise the break was rather nice. No rushing in the evenings to get every thing in...no rush to stick to a strict bedtime. It was, shall we say, relaxed. While there were some hiccups along the way it was enjoyable.
So today, the house is much calmer, quieter, and lonelier.
While on the break I finished the baby's room. I painted it and then Sean and I put the crib together. Still several items needed and more decorating needed but if something should happen that baby boy arrives early...we are ready. That is if you don't count we are still in need of a name for our little guy.
It felt good to get the room ready and yet strange to think another little life will be entering our home before too long.
With each pregnancy I've been nervous. Constantly concerned that something might not be exactly right. How would we handle the change? The first, twins, I was mortified. How could I possibly care for two lives at once with no previous experience and no help. We lived 7 hours away from family and Sean was starting a new job.
With Michael I was just worried about how adding another life would change the family dynamic. We had perfected the family of 4 thing and while I was so excited to have my little boy I was worried about how I would deal with twins plus an infant.
This time, more than any other time, I'm worried about health. Thus far, we have been given no reason for concern other than extra heart tests which turned out fine. Still I have this nagging feeling that this one might prove to be more than I can handle. What if something goes wrong?
I should point out that I've worried about the health of the baby with each pregnancy so maybe the "more than any other time" is simply that I'm currently in the midst.
The next several months should prove to be very interesting with my ever growing belly/baby, girls full time in school and starting the soccer season soon, Michael a constant toddler, and momma trying to prep the house for another little life.
It's hectic, crazy, full of energy. So, yes, it's life back to normal for us which even though I miss my girls is nice because it means we are moving forward.
However, I'm surprised to say I miss my girls. I was very anxious with such a long break. Michael and I had worked out our routine while the girls were in school so to have that interrupted left me feeling somewhat out of control.
To my surprise the break was rather nice. No rushing in the evenings to get every thing in...no rush to stick to a strict bedtime. It was, shall we say, relaxed. While there were some hiccups along the way it was enjoyable.
So today, the house is much calmer, quieter, and lonelier.
While on the break I finished the baby's room. I painted it and then Sean and I put the crib together. Still several items needed and more decorating needed but if something should happen that baby boy arrives early...we are ready. That is if you don't count we are still in need of a name for our little guy.
It felt good to get the room ready and yet strange to think another little life will be entering our home before too long.
With each pregnancy I've been nervous. Constantly concerned that something might not be exactly right. How would we handle the change? The first, twins, I was mortified. How could I possibly care for two lives at once with no previous experience and no help. We lived 7 hours away from family and Sean was starting a new job.
With Michael I was just worried about how adding another life would change the family dynamic. We had perfected the family of 4 thing and while I was so excited to have my little boy I was worried about how I would deal with twins plus an infant.
This time, more than any other time, I'm worried about health. Thus far, we have been given no reason for concern other than extra heart tests which turned out fine. Still I have this nagging feeling that this one might prove to be more than I can handle. What if something goes wrong?
I should point out that I've worried about the health of the baby with each pregnancy so maybe the "more than any other time" is simply that I'm currently in the midst.
The next several months should prove to be very interesting with my ever growing belly/baby, girls full time in school and starting the soccer season soon, Michael a constant toddler, and momma trying to prep the house for another little life.
It's hectic, crazy, full of energy. So, yes, it's life back to normal for us which even though I miss my girls is nice because it means we are moving forward.
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