Holidays

I thought for sure I would update my blog at some point during the holidays.  Truth be told: I was enjoying Miles and Dustin so much, I didn't even think to sit down at the computer and write.  

We did, in fact, put up a real Christmas tree with large multicolored "old-school" lights.

Snow on Christmas day was magnificent!  Miles loved every minute of time with his big families.  

I am just wrapping up an unexpected entire week at home with him due to snow.  I didn't get sad when we went back to school after the holidays, but I am getting sad, now, knowing I won't have a Spring break to look forward to.  Ah...it is what it is!    

This semester, I face the challenge of putting together my portfolio for the State of NC to pass for masters level teaching licensure.  I feel prepared and stressed at the same time.  I did not expect to me a mom and graduate student at the same time, but God knows what He's doing.  

Christmas Tree

I had a friend ask me if THIS year I would actually put up a Christmas tree (for baby Miles).

We took my parents with us when shopping for a new house.  The 1st question from the realtor was, "Where will you put the Christmas tree?"  My mother responded, "I think we overdid it with her as a child."

I don't know where it stems from, but I don't enjoy decorating a tree.  Our "fixins" are in the basement of Dustin's brother's house and haven't been seen for over 5 years.

No decision has been made, but we have discussed a small artificial tree for Miles' room and/or a real tree with lights on the porch.

I am actually excited about Christmas this year, but is a tree really necessary?

HOWEVER, I am going to send out one of those really cheesy Christmas cards with Miles front and center (just no Christmas letter; we're not that desperate for attention!).

Enjoy your Christmas...here it comes : )

Last Christmas

2 weeks ago...time flies!!!

Poor Baby

Miles had surgery this week.  I was prepared to boo hoo when I saw my screaming child after surgery, but it was just the opposite.  They took me to a small quiet room with a rocking chair.  I greeted a groggy baby who cuddled up immediately to nurse and go back to sleep.  I had also geared myself up to go back into newborn mode: sleep when the baby sleeps, etc., but he slid right back into his routine.  He is such a trooper!  The worst part has been strapping him into the car seat 48 hours later and hearing whimpers and seeing him grab at the buckle near his incisions.  Poor little buddy!  I was fine to go back home with him, even though my errands weren't done.  Actually, I'd be happy to stay home with him EVERY day.  I am amazed at how much I get done and how happy I am being home with the little man.  I am a different person.  I like this person and this life much better.  Oh, well.  

Jealousy

I hate mini-vans, and I always feel bad for the dad who has been de-masculated by driving one; however, yesterday I found myself jealous.  I wasn't jealous of the mini-van itself.  I was jealous of those moms I was passing.  They had their car full of kids shuttling them from place to place, and that was their only responsibility.
Dustin and I are house shopping, and I can't help but look at all the empty bedrooms and think how wonderful it would be to fill them up.  You see, I am definitely in a honeymoon phase of parenthood.  I have recovered from  delivery, but Miles isn't walking and talking.  I want a hundred more just like him!

Full Moon

I used to laugh at a 1st grade teacher-friend who would mark her calendar when the full moon would be, so she could be prepared for crazy students.  Today, I had one of those teaching days when you feel like a complete failure.  There was at least one child in each class that was so "off" it affected the entire group.  I attempted to teach lessons I know are successful, but it just wasn't happening today.  I jokingly asked another teacher if it was a full moon, and, of course, she said today was it.  That is combined with the local fair going on, where my students stay out late and consume large amounts of sugar.  Dear Lord, please let the craziness subside SOON.  Amen.

7 months

Miles will be 7 months old this week. He eats like a champ, sleeps like a champ, and is generally a content little man. I have a feeling I'm going to look back on this time and think how good life was. I cried at work for the first time this week. I just wanted to go home and spend some time with Miles. I am always so busy I don't have time to think about it, but, for some reason, I could think of nothing else yesterday. I hope those days are few and far between.

Doom doom doom doom

I get this impending doom feeling every Sunday knowing I have to go to work the next day.  I'm really a "take things as they are and deal with it" kind of person, so it surprises me every week when it happens.  I like my job.  I feel comfortable leaving Miles with my parents.  I wonder what it is?  At least this Monday is Labor Day!