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rain or shine…

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…so glad you’re mine.

That’s the name given to this beautiful piece of hand-crafted, custom jewelry.  I told the hubs not to get me anything for Mother’s Day until after the baby was born less than a week later because I wanted something with both of my babies’ names on it.  Since we didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, he could hardly order the gift ahead of time.  I showed him several designs that I loved and this is the one he chose.  Turns out the sentiment behind it is absolutely and perfectly fitting.

I love everything about it.

It really is true, isn’t it?  Rain or shine.  Sickness and health.  Rich or poor.  I love my babies more than anything in the world. While the fun times are what I look forward to, nothing makes me feel more like a mom than the times when I am nurturing my sick child.  The times when he wants me and only me, as frustrating as that can be.  When you make the decision to bring a child into the world, you sign up for the best and the worst of times.  
You may fantasize about smelling that baby powder fresh head and forget about smelling like curdled milk because your baby threw up on every shirt that fits and you haven’t had time to do laundry.  You may envision strangers coming up to you in the store and complimenting you on how well-behaved and adorable your toddler is, meanwhile not realizing that at some point, he will throw every single thing you feed him 10 feet from his high chair for a week straight.  But only after rubbing it in his hair.  You may picture slowly rocking him in that plush glider from Babies R Us and softly humming “Rock-a-Bye Baby,” oblivious to the fact that, before long, the most annoying cartoon theme songs on the planet will be stuck in your head for days at a time.  

Rain or shine, I love my kids and I’m so glad they’re mine.

hoping for sun,
~C~

organ donation

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All the news stations here have been covering the life and death of a courageous police officer who was slain in the line of duty.  During his funeral, it was mentioned that through his death, 9 others have new life because he was an organ donor.  I have always said that I wanted to donate my organs and have always, always been surprised to find out that some people think that is gross or creepy.

Seriously.  What are you going to do with your organs once your brain is dead and there is no hope for recovery?  It would be my dying gift and my dying wish to donate my viable organs to those on a waiting list, those not knowing if they will see another day or week or month.  Do I care if I am buried (or cremated) with no eyeballs?  No.  I’m not sure anyone would want my eyeballs because my vision is terrible, but hey – they’re better than nothing.  (I don’t even know how much your corneas have to do with actual vision…I may be a little bit dumb on this subject).

Anyway, this whole thing where the officer donated organs to 9 people has really got me thinking so I registered online to become an organ donor.  This is a conversation that we all need to have with our loved ones.  There should be no mistake about what you want done with your body should you be too incapacitated before your death to make it known.  I don’t have the little heart on my driver’s license but do you need that?  If your spouse knows that you want to be an organ donor in the unfortunate event of an untimely death, do you have to have the heart on your license?  That’s what I need to know.  No worries, people… I don’t feel a looming sense of doom or anything.  I just want to make sure that my dying (and someone else’s living) wish is fulfilled, should I leave this earth too soon. 

Have you had the conversation?
~C~

what i’m loving

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I’m loving that The Bachelor is back on.  What is this, the 83rd season?  And yes, I realize that only like 2 of the couples have stayed together.  My husband rags on me constantly for watching this show.  I can’t help it.  I don’t watch it for the love story, I don’t watch it because it gives me pleasure to see another happy couple engaged after 6 weeks of dating.  I watch it for the DRAMA!  Because it’s fun.  Because the “characters” get drunk and make fools of themselves.  And Chris Harrison is so darn lovable in a dorky kind of way.
You had to know there would be some food in here.  These things are amazing.  And addictive.  I love ’em.  Need I say more?
Oh, Annie, whoever you are…wherever you are, I thank you for these honey bunny grahams, a.k.a. little bites of bunny heaven.  They were purchased for Theo, who eats 3-4 for dessert after dinner most nights (but guess who ends up eating a whole lot more than that?).  They are quite tasty.  
I’m loving all the cute, handmade baby girl (and boy) shoes at the Pitter Patter Shop on Etsy.  You can find lots of different styles and colors, all for $14-16, starting in the tiniest of tiny newborn sizes.  My little baby numero dos will have at least one pair of Pitter Patters to wear this summer.  Would it be wrong of me to say I hope it’s a girl because the baby shoes are cuter?
photo by em.
I’m totally loving that in less than a week I will be in Colorado, visiting my BFF of 17+ years (gasp…can that be right?)  I’m not loving that I will be leaving my two loves for 4 days, but I trust that they will survive without me.  I’m not sure at this point whether I will survive without them, but I trust that there will be more than enough side-splitting laughter and marvelous scenery to distract me.  

We were slow to get on the Netflix bandwagon.  I actually received a gift subscription to use during my maternity leave last year.  The instant streaming is amazing and so convenient.  Theo and I fired up Babies last weekend when he woke up at 11pm and refused to go back down before 1am.  We both loved it.  The kid never sits still and he snuggled up right next to me and stared intently at those other little people like him from all over the world.  Eh, maybe it was the boobs.  >>FLASHBACK<<  There was a lot of breastfeeding going on.
Have a fabulous weekend,
~C~