Friday, June 29, 2012


Just for my personal record- Carson is almost 21 months old and has both of his top 2 year molars and the bottom ones are pushing through.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Hard Stuff

It seems like my emotional world has come crashing down since we returned from the wedding. Ok- that may be a little dramatic, so let me explain. It all has to do with death, dog bites and best friends moving away.

About an hour before my brother's rehearsal dinner, I got word that a childhood friend had died. I had known him since we moved to Victoria when I was 8. That's almost 20 years. He had been my on and off jr-high/high school boyfriend. I helped him through lots of stuff when his mom passed away suddenly in college. She taught me how to make some excellent key lime pie. Oh- and there's this....He asked me to marry him about a month before our wedding. Um....yah. Talk about awkward. Talk about random! He had a whole life planned for us. He had been saving for a ring since high school...did I mention that we had not dated since freshman year? It threw me (and Ross) for a total loop. Needless to say, we hadn't been very close since that incident, although I thought about him often (in a totally platonic way) and really wished the best for him. He was just one of those friends. A real special guy with a soft spot in my heart. I pushed all of those thoughts and tears out of my mind until we were done with wedding stuff. Then I got home from the excitement and things started to calm down...this is when I usually get depressed. The few days after an exciting weekend with family are always the hardest. Add onto that the death of a friend and I was sunk. Just sad. Way sad. And I feel like I shouldn't mourn the loss because of the relationship that we had. So there's this I'm-sad-but-I-shouldn't-be-sad thing going on, too. Plus, I've mentioned before that we had an epidemic of suicides/deaths when I was in high school, so losing someone from that time brings up all sorts of feelings that I work to overcome.

A few days after we returned from the wedding, Carson was at a friend's house so that I could go run some errands. Well, I got a frantic phone call about an hour into it and all that I heard was "Crying...Dog...Eye...Blood....Come back!" I put the pedal to the metal and hauled some serious tail to get to her house. This was when the mommy adrenaline kicked in because I was calm as calm could be. I called the pediatrician on my way to her house and told them we'd be coming in. I called Ross and my family to fill them in. I prayed. I rehearsed what to tell the cops when I got pulled over for speeding, which luckily I didn't need. So, I run into her house. Baby boy is screaming hysterically. She is holding him and his shirt is covered in blood. His eye had been scratched by their dog. No one knows exactly what happened, but he had a big scratch over his left eye and red, bloody tissue floating on his eye ball. I hurried him to the dr and she sent us to the pediatric ophthalmologist. She even called and got us an emergency appointment with the dr at the children's hospital. Again, we hauled booty to get there. The diagnosis was this: the INSIDE of his eyelid had been scratched. The doctor removed the tissue and cleaned up the wounds. He prescribed a cream that healed it up within a few days. Long story short- we are super blessed that God protected his eye. We are super grateful that his vision was not impaired. We are super blessed that it wasn't worse than it was. By the end of that day, Ross and I were totally drained as parents. It felt like I had run a marathon...but then it continues.

That Sunday we were at a friend's house for a birthday party. Carson was playing with the other kiddos and their miniature Pinscher was in the action, too. C decided to try to hug the dog and before I could even react, the dog bit his face. Geesh! Are you kidding me???? Are you freakin' kidding me???? TWICE IN ONE WEEK? It broke the skin but was more of a big ol' scratch than anything. You could see the teeth marks going down his entire cheek, but it wasn't a serious injury for him. For Ross and I, it was a different story. We left the party and came home to sulk. We felt like horrible parents. We felt like we couldn't protect him. We felt HORRIBLE that he had been hurt once, let alone twice! It just shakes you all up....makes you feel incapable...makes you want to lock up your child in a protective bubble and never let him out until he's 40!

*Side note: We will be working on animal safety with Carson. Obviously, we don't condone kissing strange dogs, etc.*

Moving on- A few days later, of course it was the day before we were heading out of state, C came down with a fever. Usually I don't rush him straight to the dr for this. I treat him at home with the meds that we already have been prescribed. That was my plan so we headed to Louisiana for a (super rare) family reunion. Baby boy wasn't getting better so we decided to take him to the ER on Saturday night. Turns out the poor guy has bronchialitis. (I'd never heard of it...Apparently it's similar to bronchitis.) Another strike on the parenting meter. I'm feeling like I am super sucking it up on this right now! We have been home for a few days now resting and watching lots of tv, which again makes me feel guilty. I don't like him to watch a lot of tv, but when he is sick, I have to learn to be ok with it. I have to change my mind. I have to understand that his brain isn't going to turn to mush because he watches choo-choo for 2 days straight, because that is the only way he will sit still and recover. Oh- this parenting thing is so confusing.

And now, the grand finale...the straw that broke the camel's back...the piece de resistance....Our best friends are moving away. The movers come tomorrow. We had our last play date today. I can't really write any more about it because it hurts. Bad.

Soooooooooo----Add it all up and my emotional tank is pretty much on E. Now, please, please tell me some good news from your end of the world!

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


On June 2, 2012 we got a new sister. Well, at least it was finally and legally official. It had been emotionally official for a long time now. The day was flawless...The bride and groom are happy little lovebirds...And, possibly best of all, Carson actually made it down the aisle as the ring bearer!!!!!! I don't have the professional pictures yet, but here's what I have so far. Oh and yes. In true Stephen style, my brother changed into a camo vest and bow tie for the reception since my mom banned it from the ceremony!

The sign that sealed the deal on the church awesome!

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It is 6:30 PM and we are still snuggling in jammies watching tv. That's what happens when baby boy has bronchitis and mommy decides that he's the #1 priority of the day. Everything else can just wait....and boy- I am soaking up these rare sweet moments!

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