Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Day 29--My Baby's Daddy

I hijacked this blog from this guy I'm married to named Andrew. On day 2 of this month I posted that I was excited that he passed the bar. Today, I'm still thankful for that, but I am also thankful for the love and acceptance he has for me.

According to Andrew, when we first met I used the "tease and release" method. I liked to hang out with him but I wasn't sure I was ready to date him. It wasn't until I was in Moab with some friends from college and I trashed my knee mountain biking that I thought maybe I actually liked him. He was the first person I wanted to call to complain to about how awful mountain biking is and how much I could not understand why he enjoys it so much.

Once we actually started dating I was pretty sure we would get married and started growing my hair out for the wedding. I made a list in high school of all of the things I wanted in a husband, there were over 30 and Andrew fits every single one.

Now after nearly six and a half years of marriage, two dogs, a baby and several moves, I can't imagine sharing a life with any other person. Andrew gets me. He knows when I am mad. He tolerates the fact that I like to go to bed early and wake up even earlier, he knows when I am being crazy and will make me notice it, and he doesn't criticize my desire to wear sweatpants when I am home on rainy days.

One of the things I most appreciate about him is his support for my desire to run and stay fit. Without Andrew I wouldn't be able to do it. He has always helped me when I am training for a race through training runs, bringing me water, cooking me delicious meals, tolerated my weird appetite after long workouts, and most recently taking care of our little guy. He helps me stay reasonable in my fitness goals and brought back to reality after I tried to train for a 50 miler.

When Ben was born way back in January, my love for Andrew grew even more as I watched him become a dad.
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There isn't anything more special than to watch the person that you love more than anything hold the little miracle that is part of both of you. I love that Andrew is such a devoted father to Ben.

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He never complains about changing diapers (even cloth), loves making Ben laugh and will even get up with him in the middle of the night if I need a break. I love that Ben's face lights up when his daddy comes into the room and Andrew's smile widens when he sees his little boy. I can't wait to watch the two of them play sports together and ride bikes together. I know Andrew is counting down the days until Ben can lace up his first pair of hockey skates and later when we can take him to Deerfoot.
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So today, I am thankful for Andrew, the father of the cutest baby ever and the most loving husband a girl could ever hope for.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Day 28--Big Breakfasts

I wasn't always a fan of breakfast foods. In high school I would slurp down a smoothie and in college a bowl of cereal. I didn't really even like eggs. (I had an unfortunate incident on the bus in middle school involving my egg breakfast.) Andrew however, loves to eat a big breakfast. Before Ben was born and on mornings I did a hard workout he often made me a breakfast sandwich that I munched on in the car. Once I went back to work after Ben, Andrew consistently made me eggs and a side of meat everyday to eat for breakfast. I noticed a huge difference in the days that I had a big breakfast and the days I settled for just toast and juice. I wasn't hungry before lunch, I had plenty of food for Ben, and I snacked a lot less.

Now that I am staying home and Andrew is the one working it is up to me most days to fill our bellies with food. We eat eggs every day and go through two dozen a week. We either purchase them from a friend at church or the farmer's market when it is in season. Deerfoot style, we have meat with our breakfast every day and it is most often sausage or bacon. If I have extra time I'll make us an omelet or veggie scramble. I used to grab breakfast on my way out the door and not really think about it. Now we eat our big breakfast together as a family of three and it is a wonderful way to start our day.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Days 25, 26, 27--Family

You might call me a cheater for choosing the same thing to be thankful for three days in a row, but that is a risk I am willing to take because I am that thankful.

Before Andrew and I started dating, I spent Easter weekend with his family and his friend Mark. Andrew went to Georgia on a canoe trip and I went to his house. (Andrew might have signed up for the trip to spend time with me, the girl with whom he was madly in love, but I backed out at the last minute--we weren't dating after all.) My first night in Fredonia I met Joanna. She was a high school student and was stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce loaded with Italian sausage. Mark and I ate heartily and enjoyed a weekend in the B family hotel. I went for a run with Andrew's sister Hilary and his dad and learned that "old" men can run me into the ground.

After Easter weekend, I visited the family again for Hilary's graduation party. One thing led to another, Andrew and I started dating, got engaged and married. When I married into the family I not only gained two amazing sisters-in-law but also an extended family that has welcomed me with open arms. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents have all made me feel incredibly loved and accepted. We all look forward to family weddings because the "kids" table is often made of adult cousins where the conversation never stops and people simply enjoy being together.

Over the last few days I was reminded again of how blessed I am by having family close by. On Friday night seventeen adults and eight children ages five and under gathered at Andrew's childhood home for a Mexican feast prepared by Andrew's mom. We all crammed into the living room and it was so loud that by the time we went home my ears hurt! We didn't need a TV, electronics or a game but instead enjoyed catching up with cousins that have been in Scotland, new babies and life. Laughter rang out and it was so much fun just to watch family just hanging out with one another without any conflict.

Andrew's family has never treated me like an outsider. I am just one of the bunch. His grandmothers send me birthday cards, his sisters call me and his parents have always made me feel so welcome. Occasionally people will ask how I get along with my in-laws and I can only respond with "great." I truly gained a second family when I married in and it is a family that is filled with so much love that my heart feels full when I am around them.

Not only was Friday night a lot of fun but over the past three days we spent a lot of time with Andrew's sisters, our brother-in-law and Andrew's parents. We shared meals, played with the cutest baby ever and just enjoyed being with them. Ben enjoyed thousands of kisses and Andrew and I enjoyed a few moments to ourselves while the aunts spoiled their nephew.

On Saturday night we had everyone down to our house for a pizza dinner and as Andrew and I fell into bed last night we both felt so thankful and overwhelmed with love for our family. When they left today we were both a little sad that everyone doesn't live closer, but it makes the time that we do have together that much more special. It is such a gift to have a family that we want to spend time with. We can't wait for Christmas when everyone will be together again!

In two weeks we get to fly to Georgia to see my family and we can't wait for Ben to meet one of his uncles, hang out with his aunt who is getting married and to see my parents. We are so fortunate to have two families that love us so much that being thankful for three days of family isn't cheating--it's the truth!

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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Day 24--Thanksgiving

Today I am thankful for Thanksgiving. Every Thanksgiving since we started dating we have spent together. I'm not really sure what Thanksgiving looks like without Andrew. As a married couple we have spent Thanksgiving in three different states: New York, Wisconsin, and Georgia.
Eight years ago I spent my first Thanksgiving with the Brautigam family and our friend Mark. We started our morning like any good turkey eater should and ran ten miles. The ten mile run, Cable Hill, was a run started by Andrew's dad and a couple of friends twenty nine years ago today. Over the years the run has had roller skiers, mountain bikers, and even a participant that ran part of the hill backwards--actually the same person did all of those things in different years.  Leaving from the Brautigam's house the journey takes you up hill until the base of Cable Hill Road--a 0.9 mile road that goes straight up hill. The run is fun until the base of the hill. At the base it turns into a race that has bragging rights that last for the year. On my first Thanksgiving with the Brautigam's I started the women's division.

Today much like my first Brautigam Thanksgiving, we started our morning with Cable Hill. We had seven participants and I am proud to say that Andrew won.

After our run we relaxed with family, watched the cutest baby ever and ate entirely too much food. In addition to our traditional dinner favorites we had four pies and a cheesecake to split between six people. It was a quieter Thanksgiving than in past years but it was fun to spend time with very dear people.

As this Thanksgiving draws to a close I am thankful for a day that is set aside to reflect on all of that which is wonderful in life. We are so blessed!

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Day 23--Really "Bad" Books

I will give the credit for this blog post to my dear husband Andrew.

I used to be a literary snob. Unless a book was on a list important books to read I would not give it a chance. In high school I prided myself on reading through the classics. I never touched a mystery, a romance, adolescent books, etc. I only wanted to read books that had a purpose and a place in the literary cannon. I was hooked on classics and my shelves were filled with books such as Camus's The Stranger, Hugo's Les Miserables, Bronte's Jane Eyre. Guilty pleasures included Austen, Plath, Zora Neale Hurston and later Barbara Kingsolver.

Then I met Andrew. I continued to read my way through my snobbish book collection--it wasn't any surprise that I was an English major--while he rapidly turned pages in crime novels. The summer after we got married I had a lot of time on my hands and a lot of books at my fingertips. Andrew and his sisters were all reading Harry Potter and I decided since it was required reading for a class I took in college, I could work my way through the rest of the series.

Potter was simply a gateway drug. After devouring books 1-6, I started thinking about lowering some of my literary standards. On a road trip we listened to a Sue Grafton novel and I decided I needed to get to know Kinsey Millhone.
After reading my way through her mystery alphabet I continued to gorge myself on mystery after mystery with a few works of Christian fiction, some humor and even a few adolescent lit. novels on the side.

Like an addict, I couldn't stop reading. Andrew and his dad began introducing me to their favorites.

I took a Skinny Dip with Carl Hiassen, solved crimes with Steve Martini's Madriani and fell in love with John Sandford's handsome Lucas Davenport. His sisters and mom unknowingly persuaded me to read my way through Lori Wick's body of work as well as several of Georgette Heyer's historical romances.

On my own I discovered Meg Cabot's Airhead, Heather Wells and Princess Mia. I laughed through The Nannie Diaries, shopped with Rebecca Bloomwood in EVERY Shopaholic book, and traveled with The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.

Even with all of the fluff, I have taken some time to read "good" books that top bestseller lists and have gained recent literary acclaim. I read Stieg Larson's Girl ... series, Tana French's In the Woods, The Likeness and Faithful Place. I've enjoyed Water for Elephants, The Help, Memoirs of a Geisha, Life of Pi, and other recent classics but haven't found myself tied down to my narrow literary ways. Even though I always enjoyed reading, once I let myself go down the road of popcorn fiction I learned how to zoom through books.

So today I am thankful that there are hundreds of authors out there that have taught me not to take reading and myself so seriously. There are still some books that cause my nose to turn up, but I've tried to have a more open relationship with the books on the shelves at the local library. There is a place for classics but now I see that there is a place for just plain fun. At the end of the day I would rather journey with Paul Madriani on a journey to find Liquida than hang out with Herman Melville and tonight that is just what I am going to do.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Day 22--The Most Wonderful Place in the World (Deerfoot)

When I first met Andrew in 2001 nearly every t-shirt he wore had the words Deerfoot Lodge somewhere on them-- the majority were red and had the numbers 3000-12 on the left hand side. In any conversation with Andrew that lasted more than two minutes, "Deerfoot" would come up.
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Many times things went like this...

"Hey we went hiking over the weekend and I made spaghetti on the trail." I would say.

"Oh yeah? At Deerfoot on the trail we would make bread and our own pasta with fresh grated parmesean and steaks." Andrew would chime in.

"I climbed Mount Marcy," I would proudly boast.

"At Deerfoot we climb Mt. Marcy but then we bushwack all the way to Lake Colden," he would retort.

On and on and on. Whatever I did in the outdoors Andrew would always have a Deerfoot story that would make my camping/hiking fun sound lame.

The summer that Andrew and started dating he was working at Deerfoot and I was leading trips in the same county as the camp. We saw each other on his days off and he would have stories about the amazing things he was doing. The second summer we were dating he was back at Deerfoot and I continued to hear about all of his adventures. I even got to visit.

Visiting Deerfoot was more intimidating than meeting Andrew's family for the first time. A camp of all boys with only a few camp ladies in the shadows, I stood out like a sore thumb. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the location, the delicious food, and all of the loud boys running around. I watched boys play a game where they tried to pull each other off of logs (hunker houser?), play intense games of tether ball and witnessed nine year-olds running around in full camo awaiting the start of a naval battle--a game with rules so complex that I still don't really understand it.

During the summer between real life and the beginning of law school Andrew and I were given the opportunity to work at Deerfoot together (although I can't really say that I worked that much.) He was given the job as tripping director and I helped run the camp store. Basically he worked all day and I worked for about two hours, took naps, did push-ups and hung out with the other camp ladies--it was arduous. We would wake up in the morning, exercise, listen for the cannon to go off to start the campers day (yes, a cannon) and join all of the other support staff for breakfast (every Sunday we had incredible cinnamon rolls.) I hung out with the camp ladies and was treated like a princess all summer long. We lived in a tiny one room cabin without electricity, though we did have running water and gas lamps.

As each day went by I began to discover why Deerfoot held such a huge chunk of Andrew's heart. The songs the campers sung, the activities in which they participated, and the glorious location made everything special. On top of all of that, the food is incredible, the games are over-the-top and the staff is made of young men who are truly seeking God and who are incredible role models to their young campers. Every two week session was run smoothly and I watched the joy on campers' faces as boys just got to be boys. From the woodsmen (9 year olds) to the Indians (teenagers) each camper walked around with a smile.

I loved that middle Friday was pizza night and campers would line up at the camp store knowing that if they didn't have their letter to go home, they would have to wait on dinner. I loved that middle Saturday was also mandatory change your clothes day and the little guys would get rid of the grubby t-shirt they'd been wearing for a week. I loved the complex games that had medics, flags, and a trench for dodgeball. I loved that if it was a staff member's birthday he got tossed in the lake. I loved 3000-12, which was a challenge each session for campers to complete 3000 push-ups and memorize 12 verses. The challenge meant that at almost any given moment you could see someone doing push-ups. (I, myself participated in the challenge that summer and earned my own red t-shirts.)

Our summer at Deerfoot was one of the most memorable in our entire married lives. Andrew completed a series of awards which enabled him to join the Lone Eagle Fellowship which means he will have a connection to Deerfoot for life.
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At Andrew's Lone Eagle Ceremony

After growing up in a family of girls and surrounded by girl cousins, Deerfoot was pivotal in shaping Andrew into the man he is today. I am thankful every day that he had such an amazing place to learn about God, himself and the world around him as well as to develop friendships that he will have for the rest of his life.

So this morning while I was picking up and putting Andrew's red Deerfoot hat in the closet, folding his much loved navy Deerfoot sweatshirt on a shelf and putting a 3000-12 shirt in his dresser, I began to wonder if Chief Ron would accept our early registration for Ben for the summer of 2020.

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Monday, November 21, 2011

Day 21--My Small Town

I grew up in the parking lot that is suburban Atlanta sprawl. Within a ten mile radius of my childhood home there are three grocery stores, a Wal-mart, Target, every chain restaurant you can think of (including 3 Waffle Houses), an outdoor shopping mall plaza, two huge movie theaters, a hundred churches and every other modern convenience you can think of. Within an hour's drive there are at least 10 shopping malls and a half hour's drive will bring you into Atlanta itself. In high school living so close to Atlanta was a blast. My friends and I would go downtown on the weekends and try out delicious restaurants. I went to a few Braves games, The World of Coca-Cola, The High Museum of Art and performances at the Fox theater. Entertainment was easy to come by.

When I decided on where to go to college, I decided on Houghton College in Houghton, New York--a hamlet that doesn't even have a traffic light (but they do have a Subway and Chinese restaurant.) The nearest Wal-mart if forty minutes away. While at Houghton my interests shifted from continuous shopping to things outside. I started backpacking and rock climbing. I loved just hanging out on the weekends and found enjoyment in time with friends. I didn't miss all of the modern "conveniences" of home.

As a married couple we've lived in the suburbs of Buffalo and then Morgantown which was a frustrating tangle of traffic lights and college students. Moving to Fredonia meant moving to a picturesque small town. There are sidewalks everywhere. Lake Erie is a few miles away and if you drive into the hills you can see its vastness. All around the town there are gorgeous grape orchards that give off the sweet aroma of concord grapes in the late summer. There is a village square with fountains and a gazebo. On the weekends in the summer the square is home to countless festivals and the farmer's market which has a booth that gives out free popcorn. The square is surrounded by the opera house, several churches, the post office, the library and several adorable shops. There are seasonal ice-cream shops, a creek that runs through the village and a central school that houses grades K-12.

Not only is the location of our town unique but the people who live here make everyday special. I love that when I walk down the street with Ben I almost always see someone that I know. I enjoy going through the same line at the one grocery store in town with a friendly cashier. Each time I go to a small store where I buy meat I will encounter a cashier who either attends my church, went to high school with Andrew or whose child went to high school with Andrew. Even though Ben and I have only lived here a short time, we see familiar faces everywhere. Faces of people who take a genuine interest in who we are and how we are doing. Faces of people who were excited when Ben was born, when Andrew passed the bar and when we moved back. Fredonia has just enough stuff to keep us entertained and happy but not so much that we are overwhelmed.

Scenes of Fredonia from our walk today...

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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Day 20--Weekends

It might seem silly to be thankful for the weekend when I get to stay at home every day but as this weekend draws to a close, I feel incredibly blessed.

For our little family of three a weekend means a lot of time with Andrew. We try to sleep in, make delicious breakfasts, hang out, go for walks, visit the grandparents and enjoy life together. At least one weekend night we spend with friends and most weekends share at least one meal with Andrew's parents.

Weekends mean I get to go for long runs, go to the store baby free and have hands free while Andrew is hanging out with the little guy.

This weekend was full but fun. We made deep dish pizza Friday night, spent the day in Houghton for the marathon yesterday and then enjoyed a delicious meal at Daryl and Sharon's as we welcomed home Joanna for Thanksgiving break. Today we went to church, relaxed around the house, went for a walk and enjoyed dinner with Heather and Kevin. Though the weekend is coming to a close I am really looking forward to the week ahead as Andrew has off two and a half days which means an extended weekend. Now that he is working full-time and no longer a student the days we have to hang out are even more special.

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Day 19--Running Friends

Today I ran a marathon. It wasn't at any well-known location and I didn't even have a race number or packet but it was a marathon nonetheless. Racing purists might not "count" it but I ran the distance and if anything it was harder than a real marathon because there weren't any crowds, cushy water stops every mile, or medic tents to stop at if you started feeling lousy.

Back before Ben, I voiced to Andrew the goal of wanting to run a marathon before each child we have turns one. Ben was born in January and with the craziness of our summer I didn't have as much time as I thought I would to put in a lot of long training miles. Add to that a nursing baby that likes his milk, trying to find a marathon late enough in the fall but close enough that we wouldn't have to drive forever became a logistical nightmare.

As the summer heat faded to fall glory, I started running more. I woke up early in the morning while Ben and Andrew were sleeping and joined my dear friend Cat for many miles. She was flexible enough to not be upset if I had to cancel because Ben was awake a lot at night and didn't mind if I was running late because the little guy wanted a last minute snack. Slowly I felt myself getting back into running shape and I started looking forward to the miles rather than dreading them.

Still, I could not find a marathon that would work. My dearest friend Jaynie (click on her name to read more about our running friendship) and I were talking one day and I'm not sure who came up with the idea but somehow we decided that rather than travelling we would put on our own marathon on the roads of Allegheny County where we trained for our very first marathon together eight years ago.

November 19th was the date we set and Cat and I started upping my long run miles. Today was beautiful. The sun was shining, it was warm for November as we all happily started our 26.2 mile journey. Not only did Jaynie run the entire thing with me but our friend Eileen cheerfully journeyed along. Cat joined us for 20 miles and another good friend Beth met us for 10. Jaynie dropped off water and snacks along the course, a family from her church had oranges, bananas and water at mile 16.5 and together we ran.

It was a beautiful, hilly marathon. Jaynie chattered along as we ran, we saw a lot of hunters out on their first day of rifle season and even noticed a bald eagle soaring overhead. Today wasn't so much about running a marathon as it was about friendship. Each of the women that ran with me today have been such wonderful friends to me over the years. We didn't care how fast we went but instead just enjoyed one another's company and worked together to finish each mile. Nearly every road we ran on held a previous running memory for me (most of them with Jaynie) and it was incredibly special to have so many friends support me as I met a personal goal. For some running is an individual sport but for me, the running is secondary to the friendships that have grown over every mile.

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Friday, November 18, 2011

Day 18--Hockey Night

I grew up near Atlanta where hockey fans--real hockey fans are few and far between. I remember going to a Georgia Cyclones game with my church youth group when I was in middle school and sitting high in the stands. I did more talking than actually watching the game. When I married into my husband's family I didn't realize that I was also marrying a sport. The year that Andrew and I were engaged was the year of the NHL lockout. Andrew would mention the Buffalo Sabres in passing as my eyes glazed over and I nodded half listening.

The first year that we were married my wonderful in-laws bought us tickets to go see a game. We went to dinner first at Fat Bob's Smokehouse where I inhaled delicious pulled pork and I opened a few presents. Around us in the restaurant were a few people dressed in the Sabres gold and blue. After parking our cars I innocently asked which way the stadium was and was corrected and told it was an arena. I then wondered when it would be time for the "puck off." Apparently that was not the correct term for the start of the game and everyone laughed a little too enthusiastically. I don't think they remembered that I am a Georgia girl. Corrected again they told me the puck would drop at 7:00.

We watched the game and the Sabres were behind. They nearly tied it in the third period and I was hooked. I loved watching the players zoom back and forth across the ice. After the game I started listening to games on the radio (we didn't have cable) and since I didn't know the names of all of the Sabres players I only knew when they scored by listening to the tone of the announcer's voice. Andrew would patiently explain things like "icing," "offsides," "penalties," "face-offs" and the say scoring worked. That year the Sabres went to the Eastern Conference Finals and I was officially a fan. I jumped on the bandwagon and never hopped off.

The following year they made it to the finals again and in the evenings if Andrew was at work I would go next door to the gym and run through the first two periods of the game. I ran as far as 16 miles just to watch my beloved blue jerseyed boys skate back and forth across the ice. I listened faithfully to sports radio on my way to work. I knew when trade deadlines were and started studying stat pages. We went to several games while we lived in Buffalo but then we moved to Morgantown where our friends were Penguins "fans." (We often knew more about their team than they did.)

We still listened to the games and one year subscribed to NHL center ice so we could watch them whenever we wanted. A perk of moving back to Fredonia was knowing that the Sabres would be a part of life. I love that people decorate their cars on game day to cheer on their team. I love that they sell Sabres gear in the grocery store. I love hearing the sounds of Rick Jeanneret as he calls the games.

Tonight is hockey night in Fredonia. We are hanging out, listening to the game and enjoying our team.

Ben was a Sabres fan before he could even smile.

Day 17--Snow

I thought I posted this yesterday but I guess I never got around to it. I was busy painting my hallway, hanging out with the baby and giving the ornery dogs baths. In the midst of all of that excitement we had our first sticking snow of the year. Off and on all afternoon huge flakes fell from the sky. The snow yesterday almost seemed fake it was so fat. The dogs loved licking it and doing their business in it and I liked that it gave me an excuse to curl up with a book and stare out the window while Ben was napping. I know by March I will be ready for spring but with winter quickly approaching I am excited for snow covered branches and roads. Winter is my favorite time of year to run and I look forward to many miles around Fredonia this year.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Day 16--Staying at Home

Before Ben was born I couldn't imagine not working. I loved my job as a special education teacher and enjoyed my students and co-workers. I liked helping students build reading skills and especially enjoyed my time working with students with autism. I wasn't sure how I felt about staying at home with a baby.

Before Ben I didn't really want to stay home. I thought I would get bored, feel lonely, and get tired of mundane household tasks. It all changed the moment I held my precious baby boy in my arms on January 23, 2011.

On that cold winter day I was given the gift of a precious little one and suddenly all I wanted to do was hold him, snuggle him, feed him and make his world as wonderful as it could be.

I took eight weeks of maternity leave from teaching and when I had to go back I was heartbroken. The first week was the worst. I was tired. My body wanted to nurse. I missed my little man. My students did their best to welcome me back but I hated leaving to go to work every morning. As the end of the day I would come home tired from working, from late night feedings and from trying to keep our lives in order. Suddenly household tasks were not important. Laundry waited until the weekends, dinners were simple and I relied heavily on Andrew to help get things done.

The weeks went on and on as my little guy hung out with his dad. When the bell rang at the end of the day I couldn't get to my car fast enough to head home. The end of the school year was bittersweet as it meant leaving Morgantown but also the beginning of my new job: being Ben's mom ALL the time.

It is the best job in the world.
I don't find myself bored but instead wonder how the hours pass so quickly. We take walks, go to the library, visit Andrew and the grandparents at work, run errands, read books, do puzzles, play,go to the playground, climb up and down the stairs, hang out in the kitchen and visit the hardware store. When he naps I paint, nap, read,blog, and cook.

Stay-at-home-mommyhood is treating us well so far. There are days here and there when Ben decides he is too big for a nap that I feel tired and crave adult interaction but those days are few and far between. I love hanging out with his smiling face and chubby cheeks and thanks to my hardworking husband it is something I get to do all day everyday!