I didn't do the normal '30 Days of Thankfulness' on Facebook (which I normally do), so.... here's a simple list of 30 things that I am thankful for {most of which are in no particular order}. I wish there were more than 30 days in November, because this list could certainly go on and on (that's why I lumped a lot of the big, obvious ones together... see #1 - #3). Yes, I realize that a lot of them are very random. :-)
1. Faith
2. Family
3. Friends
4. Pups
5. The Farm
6. Coffee
7. Andrew's cooking
8. Modern appliances
9. "Crave" foods (cheese sticks, bacon, chocolate, Ramen noodles, etc.)
10. Freedom
11. Job & flexibility to work from home
12. A {somewhat} reliable car
13. Our awesome Church family/ACTS Community
14. Good insurance
15. Bacon (did I put that twice?)
16. Cozy bed
17. DVR
18. Nature
19. Texas A&M... Gig 'Em
20. Hand warmers
21. Venison and Weimar sausage
22. Flat and curling irons
23. Oxyclean
24. Chapstick
25. iPad (for Carson mostly)
26. Cameras/pictures... I love looking back and reliving fun memories.
27. Target
28. Good music
29. Our house
30. Comfy shoes
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thankful for Peace...
This year I'm especially thankful for something that I had hoped I'd never have to be thankful for.... peace after a miscarriage.
This Friday will be one month since we received the news that no expecting parent wants to hear. "No heartbeat." I have joined the club of "angel mommies" as one of my friends put it. I never got to hold that sweet baby or even hear its heartbeat, but that baby will be with me forever. I have faith that someday we will meet our little one in Heaven.
I debated whether or not to share our story, but it was because of one of my other friend's story of miscarriage that I felt an enormous sense of encouragement. I reached out to her, knowing she would understand the grief and sadness I was feeling, and she did. Thank you, Sarah, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you to the others {you know who you are} that also shared your personal experiences with me and offered encouragement. I love you all. I realized so quickly that I am not alone in this and that miscarriage is {sadly} an all too common occurrence.
Around mid-June, we {okay, I} decided it was time to stop “not trying”. Andrew knew. I wasn’t being sneaky or anything. Were we 100% sure we were ready to have two kids yet? No, of course not. I had the baby bug for a while, but he wasn’t quite sure yet. It’s funny because it was the other way around with Carson. He was ready and I wasn’t sure. Was I a little nervous that it would be harder the second time around because I was older? Yes. We figured it was as good a time as any to take the plunge and jump into the world of “not, not trying.” We were careful for two months like Dr. Bost said to be (to know my cycle) and then on Friday, September 14th, we found out we were expecting Baby #2.
We went in for our first "real" appointment with Dr. Bost really early (7:30am) on October 23rd. I was so excited to hear the heartbeat and feel comfortable telling people we were pregnant. Based on the original due date over the phone, I was one day shy of 10 weeks. I was prepared to get the good news so that we could make our official announcement very soon. Our families already knew, but I was so ready to tell the world.
The nurse first tried to get the heartbeat with the Doppler but warned us ahead of time not to be alarmed if she couldn't find it with that, as it was still a little early to pick up with the Doppler and that they'd do an ultrasound if she couldn't get it. Well, she couldn't find it. Deep down I felt that something might be wrong. I hadn't really felt that pregnant over the last week, which didn't occur to me until this moment. My boobs didn't feel the same. My tummy, which had been growing quite rapidly, seemed to have stopped. I was comfortably wearing jeans that day that weren't as comfortable the week before. Worst of all, I had a graphic nightmare several days before about miscarrying. I hadn't told anyone about that. It really freaked me out because I often have dreams that actually occur later. They are never an actual event though, just a moment in time where I know I've been there before because I've dreamt it. At the same time though,10 weeks isn't too far from the end of the 1st trimester mark. I hadn't had any bleeding or cramping, so I shouldn't have had any reason to be concerned.
I tried to listen to her advice, to not be alarmed, but something in me just was uneasy...mother's intuition, I guess. We were called back pretty quickly to go back to the ultrasound room and almost immediately I sensed something was wrong. The tech was silent with no expression. I saw our baby on the screen, but it didn't look very baby-like, which I was expecting at 10 weeks. I even think I said out loud that it still looks like a blob. I never heard anything. Normally, that heartbeat reads loud and clear. I knew something was wrong. That suspicion was confirmed when she asked if they still had a room for me. I remember telling her she was making me nervous, to which she responded, "No heartbeat." My heart just sank. Was this really happening?
I felt numb, but the tears just started flowing. They walked me around the back way (as to not alarm the other people in the waiting area) to an exam room. The tears just kept flowing. I don't even think I'd looked Andrew in the eyes yet, because all I could do was just stare at the floor and cry. All of the dreams you've already created for your family just seemed to vanish in an instant... from joy to grief in an instant. I may have gotten ahead of myself, but I thought it was a little girl because Carson said so. Every time you'd ask him 'boy' or 'girl', he'd answer girl (well, "grill" as he pronounces it) with such conviction... like he knew something we didn't. So naturally, all the cute little girl things started constantly flooding my mind.
Every email that came from What to Expect or The Bump was just so painful to even see sitting in my inbox. I don't think they could have unsubscribed me quick enough. I had pregnancy apps all over my iPad. That "Big Brother" shirt of Carson's was just sitting there staring at me in the drawer. The New Baby Berenstain Bears book I got for Carson just sitting on the nightstand broke my heart. All the maternity clothes had been washed and hung up because I was definitely needing them early on, way earlier than last time. I have seven detailed 'draft' blog posts that I was going to phase in after we'd made the big announcement from finding out I was pregnant to how we spilled the beans, to updates on how I was feeling, to what Carson's predictions were for our little one (pretty hilarious btw). What do I do with those... just let them sit there forever? The "goodie bag" from our pre-natal interview is still on the floor by my desk, filled with vitamins, formula coupons, and all kinds of pregnancy information. All of these things were just constant reminders of what we had lost.
I know that this is my body's way of taking care of something that just wasn't right. God's timing is perfect, and although it's devastating at the time, I know that He knows what He is doing. I also know that statistics show that this is very common (I think my doctor said 1 in 5, or 15-20% end in miscarriage until you hear the heartbeat, at which point the risk level drops dramatically), but of course, statistics don't makes it any easier when it's YOU. We still lost a child, even if that child was only the size of a prune. I still lost hopes and dreams for that child and for our family. As the title states, I am still thankful. I am thankful that He has brought me a sense of peace that I didn't think was possible in those first couple of days. Those first couple days were hard. Really hard.
We found out that our sweet baby only measured around 7 weeks 2 days when it was supposed to be nearly 10 weeks. They don't know if it stopped growing nearly 3 weeks earlier or if there had been reverse development (I don't know if that's the right term, but it sounds better than shrinking). The nurse confirmed that there definitely was a baby, it wasn't just an empty sac. It just stopped growing for whatever reason. After much thought, prayer, conversations with others that have been through this, I made the decision to schedule a D&C. I'd had no signs yet of the miscarriage, and the thought of waiting it out was just awful. Everything I'd read was awful. It seemed that unless you were only a few weeks in (maybe 5-6), the physical process seems very painful, but the emotional toll it would take on me is what I thought was the most horrible. If I had to go through this, the D&C seemed like the best option for me personally. Having that fresh start would allow me to start the healing process, both physically and emotionally. At the same time, it all became much more real that I would not be pregnant when I left that building.
Thursday the 25th we went in for pre-op paperwork and blood work. Of course, one of the questions in the paperwork was "Are you pregnant?" Reading that felt like a kick in the stomach. Even worse, I actually had to ask the nurse if I was supposed to check the box or not. The surgery was scheduled for Friday afternoon in the Outpatient Pavilion at St. Elizabeth's. I was amazed at how much more at peace I was with the whole situation just after having scheduled the D&C. Andrew called the church office on Thursday and set up a time to meet with Father Dan on Friday morning after Mass. We went to 9:00 Mass, at which point I lost it. I realized that I technically shouldn't take Communion because I was under strict "no food after midnight" instructions. I went up anyways to receive a blessing. When Father Dan (think sweet, old grandpa) placed his comforting hand on my forehead, I just broke out in tears. Forget babies crying in church, I was far worse. Andrew tried his best to comfort me, but I just couldn't stop crying. After the service was over, several of the older ladies that I am friends with came up to me and just were so sweet. Hugging me like crazy and offering their kind words and prayers. A lady I didn't even know came up to me and just said that she didn't know what I was going through, but just wrapped her arms around me right there and prayed with me. What was really surprising, but also so comforting, was that my Prayer Partner from one of the ACTS retreats (who is just a little older than me) was there with her youngest son, also named Carson. I had just told her the Sunday before that we were expecting and when she saw me on Friday, she just knew what I was upset about. Apparently, she'd been through the exact same thing. There aren't too many "young" people at the daily Mass because most are working or are at home with little ones. The fact that she was there that day was no coincidence in my mind.
Father Dan told me to take my time and was ready to talk when we were in the back Sacristy. He prayed with us and anointed my head with oil. I'm really glad we did this because it really did bring me peace. Something else that helped was that we had the nurses contact Spiritual Services at the hospital. The priest came and said a special blessing over the remains while I was still in recovery. To me, that small gesture recognized a human life lost and brought some sense of dignity to an unpleasant procedure. I can honestly say that I am at peace with what has happened, but I do still get sad. That's really the best adjective I can think of. I was never angry. I think about that baby every day and occasionally still shed some tears, but I know that it just wasn't meant to be right now.
I think one of the reasons I have really been able to find peace despite the sadness is simple. Carson. He is such a joy {most of the time!} and really has been the distraction I needed. Also, from a biological perspective I know that we were able to easily conceive one healthy baby, which is certainly encouragement that we will be able to do it again when His time is right for us. We got pregnant easily with this baby, something just wasn't right. I know it's cliche, but I'm sure it's a blessing in disguise. I am guilty of questioning why this would happen, which in turn does nothing but cause a little anxiety. (i.e. Will we have some big change in our life we don't know about? Will something bad happen to Carson (or one of us) that will require more attention and care?). I try so hard to not think like that (and have been getting much better), but wanting to question why things happen is just human nature. I think this experience (which is a continuous one) has made me more aware of the precious little gift He has already given me. I found myself tending to rush to do it all again and got so wrapped up in the idea of another baby and start missing out on the joys that our first child brings every day. It seems like we notice little things about him more than we used to. I'm really trying to just "stop and smell the roses", if you will.
This Friday will be one month since we received the news that no expecting parent wants to hear. "No heartbeat." I have joined the club of "angel mommies" as one of my friends put it. I never got to hold that sweet baby or even hear its heartbeat, but that baby will be with me forever. I have faith that someday we will meet our little one in Heaven.
I debated whether or not to share our story, but it was because of one of my other friend's story of miscarriage that I felt an enormous sense of encouragement. I reached out to her, knowing she would understand the grief and sadness I was feeling, and she did. Thank you, Sarah, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you to the others {you know who you are} that also shared your personal experiences with me and offered encouragement. I love you all. I realized so quickly that I am not alone in this and that miscarriage is {sadly} an all too common occurrence.
Around mid-June, we {okay, I} decided it was time to stop “not trying”. Andrew knew. I wasn’t being sneaky or anything. Were we 100% sure we were ready to have two kids yet? No, of course not. I had the baby bug for a while, but he wasn’t quite sure yet. It’s funny because it was the other way around with Carson. He was ready and I wasn’t sure. Was I a little nervous that it would be harder the second time around because I was older? Yes. We figured it was as good a time as any to take the plunge and jump into the world of “not, not trying.” We were careful for two months like Dr. Bost said to be (to know my cycle) and then on Friday, September 14th, we found out we were expecting Baby #2.
We went in for our first "real" appointment with Dr. Bost really early (7:30am) on October 23rd. I was so excited to hear the heartbeat and feel comfortable telling people we were pregnant. Based on the original due date over the phone, I was one day shy of 10 weeks. I was prepared to get the good news so that we could make our official announcement very soon. Our families already knew, but I was so ready to tell the world.
The nurse first tried to get the heartbeat with the Doppler but warned us ahead of time not to be alarmed if she couldn't find it with that, as it was still a little early to pick up with the Doppler and that they'd do an ultrasound if she couldn't get it. Well, she couldn't find it. Deep down I felt that something might be wrong. I hadn't really felt that pregnant over the last week, which didn't occur to me until this moment. My boobs didn't feel the same. My tummy, which had been growing quite rapidly, seemed to have stopped. I was comfortably wearing jeans that day that weren't as comfortable the week before. Worst of all, I had a graphic nightmare several days before about miscarrying. I hadn't told anyone about that. It really freaked me out because I often have dreams that actually occur later. They are never an actual event though, just a moment in time where I know I've been there before because I've dreamt it. At the same time though,10 weeks isn't too far from the end of the 1st trimester mark. I hadn't had any bleeding or cramping, so I shouldn't have had any reason to be concerned.
I tried to listen to her advice, to not be alarmed, but something in me just was uneasy...mother's intuition, I guess. We were called back pretty quickly to go back to the ultrasound room and almost immediately I sensed something was wrong. The tech was silent with no expression. I saw our baby on the screen, but it didn't look very baby-like, which I was expecting at 10 weeks. I even think I said out loud that it still looks like a blob. I never heard anything. Normally, that heartbeat reads loud and clear. I knew something was wrong. That suspicion was confirmed when she asked if they still had a room for me. I remember telling her she was making me nervous, to which she responded, "No heartbeat." My heart just sank. Was this really happening?
I felt numb, but the tears just started flowing. They walked me around the back way (as to not alarm the other people in the waiting area) to an exam room. The tears just kept flowing. I don't even think I'd looked Andrew in the eyes yet, because all I could do was just stare at the floor and cry. All of the dreams you've already created for your family just seemed to vanish in an instant... from joy to grief in an instant. I may have gotten ahead of myself, but I thought it was a little girl because Carson said so. Every time you'd ask him 'boy' or 'girl', he'd answer girl (well, "grill" as he pronounces it) with such conviction... like he knew something we didn't. So naturally, all the cute little girl things started constantly flooding my mind.
Every email that came from What to Expect or The Bump was just so painful to even see sitting in my inbox. I don't think they could have unsubscribed me quick enough. I had pregnancy apps all over my iPad. That "Big Brother" shirt of Carson's was just sitting there staring at me in the drawer. The New Baby Berenstain Bears book I got for Carson just sitting on the nightstand broke my heart. All the maternity clothes had been washed and hung up because I was definitely needing them early on, way earlier than last time. I have seven detailed 'draft' blog posts that I was going to phase in after we'd made the big announcement from finding out I was pregnant to how we spilled the beans, to updates on how I was feeling, to what Carson's predictions were for our little one (pretty hilarious btw). What do I do with those... just let them sit there forever? The "goodie bag" from our pre-natal interview is still on the floor by my desk, filled with vitamins, formula coupons, and all kinds of pregnancy information. All of these things were just constant reminders of what we had lost.
I know that this is my body's way of taking care of something that just wasn't right. God's timing is perfect, and although it's devastating at the time, I know that He knows what He is doing. I also know that statistics show that this is very common (I think my doctor said 1 in 5, or 15-20% end in miscarriage until you hear the heartbeat, at which point the risk level drops dramatically), but of course, statistics don't makes it any easier when it's YOU. We still lost a child, even if that child was only the size of a prune. I still lost hopes and dreams for that child and for our family. As the title states, I am still thankful. I am thankful that He has brought me a sense of peace that I didn't think was possible in those first couple of days. Those first couple days were hard. Really hard.
Carson at the farm after we told Wanda and Dan the good news... I ordered a big size, so hopefully he might be able to wear it some day again.
We found out that our sweet baby only measured around 7 weeks 2 days when it was supposed to be nearly 10 weeks. They don't know if it stopped growing nearly 3 weeks earlier or if there had been reverse development (I don't know if that's the right term, but it sounds better than shrinking). The nurse confirmed that there definitely was a baby, it wasn't just an empty sac. It just stopped growing for whatever reason. After much thought, prayer, conversations with others that have been through this, I made the decision to schedule a D&C. I'd had no signs yet of the miscarriage, and the thought of waiting it out was just awful. Everything I'd read was awful. It seemed that unless you were only a few weeks in (maybe 5-6), the physical process seems very painful, but the emotional toll it would take on me is what I thought was the most horrible. If I had to go through this, the D&C seemed like the best option for me personally. Having that fresh start would allow me to start the healing process, both physically and emotionally. At the same time, it all became much more real that I would not be pregnant when I left that building.
Thursday the 25th we went in for pre-op paperwork and blood work. Of course, one of the questions in the paperwork was "Are you pregnant?" Reading that felt like a kick in the stomach. Even worse, I actually had to ask the nurse if I was supposed to check the box or not. The surgery was scheduled for Friday afternoon in the Outpatient Pavilion at St. Elizabeth's. I was amazed at how much more at peace I was with the whole situation just after having scheduled the D&C. Andrew called the church office on Thursday and set up a time to meet with Father Dan on Friday morning after Mass. We went to 9:00 Mass, at which point I lost it. I realized that I technically shouldn't take Communion because I was under strict "no food after midnight" instructions. I went up anyways to receive a blessing. When Father Dan (think sweet, old grandpa) placed his comforting hand on my forehead, I just broke out in tears. Forget babies crying in church, I was far worse. Andrew tried his best to comfort me, but I just couldn't stop crying. After the service was over, several of the older ladies that I am friends with came up to me and just were so sweet. Hugging me like crazy and offering their kind words and prayers. A lady I didn't even know came up to me and just said that she didn't know what I was going through, but just wrapped her arms around me right there and prayed with me. What was really surprising, but also so comforting, was that my Prayer Partner from one of the ACTS retreats (who is just a little older than me) was there with her youngest son, also named Carson. I had just told her the Sunday before that we were expecting and when she saw me on Friday, she just knew what I was upset about. Apparently, she'd been through the exact same thing. There aren't too many "young" people at the daily Mass because most are working or are at home with little ones. The fact that she was there that day was no coincidence in my mind.
Father Dan told me to take my time and was ready to talk when we were in the back Sacristy. He prayed with us and anointed my head with oil. I'm really glad we did this because it really did bring me peace. Something else that helped was that we had the nurses contact Spiritual Services at the hospital. The priest came and said a special blessing over the remains while I was still in recovery. To me, that small gesture recognized a human life lost and brought some sense of dignity to an unpleasant procedure. I can honestly say that I am at peace with what has happened, but I do still get sad. That's really the best adjective I can think of. I was never angry. I think about that baby every day and occasionally still shed some tears, but I know that it just wasn't meant to be right now.
I think one of the reasons I have really been able to find peace despite the sadness is simple. Carson. He is such a joy {most of the time!} and really has been the distraction I needed. Also, from a biological perspective I know that we were able to easily conceive one healthy baby, which is certainly encouragement that we will be able to do it again when His time is right for us. We got pregnant easily with this baby, something just wasn't right. I know it's cliche, but I'm sure it's a blessing in disguise. I am guilty of questioning why this would happen, which in turn does nothing but cause a little anxiety. (i.e. Will we have some big change in our life we don't know about? Will something bad happen to Carson (or one of us) that will require more attention and care?). I try so hard to not think like that (and have been getting much better), but wanting to question why things happen is just human nature. I think this experience (which is a continuous one) has made me more aware of the precious little gift He has already given me. I found myself tending to rush to do it all again and got so wrapped up in the idea of another baby and start missing out on the joys that our first child brings every day. It seems like we notice little things about him more than we used to. I'm really trying to just "stop and smell the roses", if you will.
The afternoon that we found out, we took Carson to the pumpkin patch. I needed to enjoy the little life we did have more than I needed to stay home and cry about the one we didn't... I don't think there were many tears left to cry by that point in the day anyway.
As I wrote in my blog post the next day, "Joy on a little one's face is good for the soul. I know it was for me yesterday."
Something else that I am thankful for is that all of this happened when it did. My original appointment wasn't supposed to be until the following week, but I needed to go into Houston for work, so they bumped me up a week. I realize now that by having my appointment moved, God either kept me from being in "pregnancy la-la land" any longer than I needed to be or kept me from miscarrying naturally, which I was absolutely terrified of. Either way, I am thankful that I was able to find out sooner rather than later.
One last thing... I have to say that Carson did something pretty profound, although I'm sure he didn't intend it to be. He used to kiss my tummy every night and surprisingly hasn't tried to do it since I told him there wasn't a baby inside Mommy's tummy anymore. One night, my shirt rode up a little while I was laying on his bed reading with him and he leaned down and kissed my tummy, pulled my shirt back down and "close the door, Mommy." Wow... a 2-year old letting me know it was okay to close one door so that God can open another. Wow. He didn't know how much that meant to me...
I've always liked the following quote....
"Sometimes God calms the storm, sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms His child."
In my case, this miscarriage was my "storm" , and He has certainly brought me the peace I desperately prayed for.... and for that, I am eternally thankful.
I hope you all have a blessed Thanksgiving with family or friends.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Mr. Schumann's Farm & the BEST game EVER!!!
Last weekend (the same one that A&M BTHO #1 'Bama!!!! Whoop!!!) we went to Andrew's deer lease ("Mr. Schumann's Farm" as Carson calls it) in Stonewall (near Fredericksburg). I hadn't been in probably 4 years, 3 at the very least. It is a beautiful piece of property and it's more a place we go to shoot deer for meat than it is a place where we go to hopefully shoot a big buck. In the spring, the turkey hunting and fishing is also great. Given that I have had very little time to deer hunt since Carson was born, I was more than happy to go sit in a little wooden box in complete silence (minus the CRAZY wind gusts). I brought a book to read... again, when was the last time I could sit and read uninterrupted (btw... I'm reading Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand.... it was hard to put down, especially if you like historical/non-fiction/military stuff). Andrew gives me crap about bring a book to the blind, but I'm pretty sure he plays on his phone. We're not bow hunting here (which I love too... I really 'take it all in' when I'm sitting up in a tree and have to be super quiet and still)... I was "for meat" hunting, so a little reading is allowed during breaks in the deer action. We desperately needed to shoot two deer to replenish our venison stash. I think Andrew shot 5 deer last year at various places throughout the season and we have eaten just about all the meat. Anyhoo...
As expected, Carson was perfectly happy being outside...
He found poop... big surprise.
Running!
We tested Carson's tracking skills (even though Mommy dropped the doe in her tracks and we knew exactly where she was! Boom!). He's not very good...
There it is! I think he said "That's a deer, Mommy. Right there!" a LOT.
Yes, my child it petting a dead deer. (And that's the exit wound people... she was quartering away...It was a beautiful shot!)
Still trying to figure out what's going on here...
My handsome Peters boys!
Watchin' football on the porch... that's how we roll...
Cutest little Aggie!
Enjoying his prize from Wannie
As a side note, we drove into Austin Saturday afternoon to see one of my oldest friends in the world, Josh Houston, get married. It was fun to see a lot of the old "Wilshire" crowd. It wasn't fun that the wedding was during the middle of the biggest game of the year though. We listened to the 1st Quarter on the radio in the car which wasn't bad since we were able to pick up the exciting A&M announcer, but it's still not quite as exciting as on TV. My brother was a groomsman, and one of the other Aggie groomsman gave him strict instructions to tell me to give them hand signals during the wedding. My bro and I made up signs for Aggie TD, Aggie fieldgoal (what's that? our kicker is terrible!), and if Alabama scored. I felt a little guilty, but not too much... if I was the one getting married, I woudn't have cared as long as it was subtle. I didn't check during Communion, that would have been wrong. :-) Anyways, the 4th quarter was kicking off right as the wedding was over, so we did something totally tacky (but TOTALLY worth it), we wandered two blocks to 6th Street with another old friend of mine, Evan, to the first place we saw with a TV. It was pretty incredible to watch the #15 Aggies BEAT THE HELL OUTTA #1 Alabama IN Tuscaloosa surrounded by quite a few t-sips that certainly didn't want to see it happen. "A&M can't compete in the SEC," they all said... HA. There were quite a few Ags or at least Aggie fans there too. It was ELECTRIC in there!!! I was going crazy.... I think every Aggie was! Even though we didn't get to see the whole thing on TV, it was SO worth it to watch that last quarter in such a fun environment (We don't get out much!). Once the game was over, we headed back to the reception where people were just then starting to eat. Perfect timing! Josh knew we went, and as expected, he didn't care... he's an Aggie too... so he shouldn't have! :-)
Anways, next morning I did a little more hunting...
Deer #2 for Mommy and Carson still in PJs and sucking on his blanket (typical). A great lung shot, she didn't go far!
Heading to check out the big tower! This kid was OBSESSED with the huge cell phone tower at the top of the hill.
Tractor! There were also a bunch of horses there. Carson thinks "Mr. Schumann feeds the horsies" all day.
Carson did so sit in the blind with Papi. They saw several deer, corn, and the TOWER. That was what he was still looking at, not the deer. Silly boy.
MESMERIZED by his first campfire.
Roasting marshmallows (kind of).
Watch out! Someone now has a sword!
He was so funny with the headlamp... he couldn't figure out where the light was coming from.
Fun weekend all around!!!
Friday, November 16, 2012
Happy Halloween! (Better late than never!)
Ready for his Halloween Party at school! Is that face not hilarious?? He'll love this (or not) in high high school slide show!
My sweet little "Halloween Cow"
We kept Halloween evening pretty simple and just went over to Boston Avenue (Nederland's "Main Street" with shops, etc.) for their Trunk or Treat. We got there right as it opened at 5:00pm based on the advise of a seasoned Nederland mom. It wasn't crowded yet, but we drove by later and it was crazy packed. He was completely content just chilling in his wagon, which really surprised me... I thought he'd be running all over the place. (Turns out when we got home that night and were getting him ready for bed, he was running a 103/104 fever. Nice. Explains a lot. It ended up being a sinus infection vs. the flu or strep. He was fine the next day after we got some antibiotics in him.)
He told us he wanted to go to another party (he does love a party...watch out world!), so we did go over to Holy Cross's Trunk or Treat also for just a little bit to meet up with a friend. They had popcorn, one of C's FAVES... he was pretty happy about that. He just walked around shoving it in his mouth... he could care less abut the candy. Mommy wanted it though. :-)
He even shared with Daddy...
Adios, Halloween....I'm over you now.
I have to say I wasn't sure if C would dig the costume thing. He wasn't always the easiest to convince to put it on, but once he had it on, he was fine. He even wore the head part most of the time. He really did pick this one out at Target. We went down the whole aisle (or three), and I'd give him 2-3 choices at a time until we narrowed it down between the cow, Elmo, and a plane. It was the cow without a doubt!
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