Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving 2013

Our first Thanksgiving…I obviously have so much to be thankful for this year. I have realized this past year that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Life is ever so precious. I am ever so grateful for the most wonderful gift of all…my daughter!

I am not sure we will always do it this way, but this year we decided to visit both of our families on Thanksgiving. We first headed to Michael’s Aunt Pam’s house and had our first feast. Then we moved on to my Aunt Amy’s house for the second. It worked out fine, up until the point that Miss Brooke decided to have a blowout…on Daddy! Then we couldn't get her to calm down. She doesn't like to miss a beat, so she hadn't napped since before Pam’s house. Being passed around and seeing so many smiling new faces was possibly more than she could handle. Unfortunately for her, the commute between the two houses was not long enough for a nap, so that resulted in a tired and fussy baby. After multiple attempts at getting her take a nap, she wouldn't give up the crying. So before dessert (and the annual LCR game), we were out the door with a overly tired baby, not to mention the poop on the front of Michael’s pants.

I will never forget all of those carefree years celebrating holidays with the family, not having any concerns other than feeding my face and relaxing with a couple of glasses of wine. Having to run out of my family’s Thanksgiving celebration was abrupt and hard to do, but we did it without hesitation. Our daughter’s needs come first before anything else. It was great getting to see both of our families, and I know they all appreciated seeing the baby, but next year I think we are going to have to reevaluate. It would be more enjoyable to have more time to sit down and enjoy quality time with family, rather than scrambling around town to do both. Christmas Eve seems like it will be another day like Thanksgiving, but who knows what the day will bring. You live and learn…and with a new baby, the lessons keep coming.

I miss being able to catch up on the blog as often as I did before she arrived, but any new mom can attest to the lack of free time. I am now an avid coffee drinker – I have two cups every morning. Sleeping in? Well, if given the opportunity (and that means a LOT of things have to fall in place for that to happen), I probably wouldn't sleep past 7…or the very rare 8 am. Nonetheless, it is Thanksgiving and regardless of all the restless nights, dirty diapers, sweat and tears…I wouldn't change a thing. Because of Brooke, I am a better person. I have a healthy, happy baby and I am thankful for that!


Oh…and wouldn’t you know as soon as we got home, miss priss was all smiles!




Tuesday, November 19, 2013

November 19 - Stressed, yet Blessed

Here are a few facts I have acquired over the past two months:

I am not as disgusted with the poop. If there's a blowout, chances are I've already got my hands in it.

Long, relaxing showers are something of the past.

Fast, easy dinners are unfortunately not as extravagant, nor as nutritious, as we once used to enjoy. When we have a window of opportunity to eat, much less cook, we take what we can get.

I drink more water (and pee more) than I did when I was pregnant! How is that even possible?

Whoever said "It's no use crying over spilled milk" never spent 30 minutes expressing 5 ounces! We try not to waste a drop; my milk is liquid gold in our home (and better be in Grammy's too)!

Two working parents here, and juggling work/personal life is not easy. Michael having to travel, on top of raising a 2 month old, is even more difficult...on both of us! I don't know how single mothers do it.

Talking to fellow moms makes life a little easier. It brings comfort to know that I'm not the only person who is running on 6 hours of sleep and got spit up on immediately after scrambling to get ready.

Just when I think I have our baby figured out, she switches everything up on me.


So in these past 11 weeks, I have learned a lot, and learned to accept a LOT. Eating chili after cleaning up a blowout may not be pretty, but if chili is ready, you're going to eat it. Getting changed out of an outfit immediately after get dressed is going to happen often...for both baby and the parents. Crying when your baby is crying...is okay! Baby clothes are small, but the washing machine will be run more than you imagine. Pictures are priceless; babies grow up so fast and are changing constantly this early in life. The moments you hold in your hearts and on film are irreplaceable! 

You know I may complain a lot about all this trivial stuff, like sleeping, eating, showering, etc. However, I wouldn't change a thing. God trusted that we could raise another human being and so far, I think we are doing pretty darn good. We have one beautiful, healthy and happy baby girl. We are working our tails off to provide a roof over her head and clothes (some pretty cute clothes I might add) on her back. So as long as she is good, I am good. My mom told me a few weeks ago, when I asked her how she dealt with Jen's colic and constant crying, that everything is a stage and with each new stage one will pass. In the meantime, you just keep praying. So that is our plan. To pray. Because at this point, in Miss Brooke's world, there are no schedules, there are no rules. We are learning what works best for us, and until we figure it all out (if that ever really happens), we pray.

Here is our Sweet Pea practicing those praying hands...



Speaking of praying hands, our angel celebrated her Baptism this past Saturday. She had on a 4' gown that has been in our family for over 100 years. I, of course, had to add some color to the family heirloom; I had a headband custom made just for Brooke's special day. Birdie Baby Boutique knows me personally, and Brooke just LOVES all of her stuff!

Family and friends joined us at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Catholic Church for the ceremony on Saturday, November 16th. The celebrant was Fr. Paul Lockey, and the reception following was at The Egg and I Restaurant. Father Lockey is a very dear friend of the family (and is eagerly waiting to marry us!).

Here are a few pictures of Brooke's Baptism day. We are beyond blessed. God is good!


"Entering into the Chapel"
Blessing Brooke
Blessing her Mother
Blessing her Father
With the Godparents (Auntie & Grumpy)
Jaime's Family
Michael's Family
Our friends, Ashley & Eric


The Godfather
The Godmother
The reception


Friday, November 15, 2013

November 15 - Ten True Things About the First Year of Parenthood

A fellow mommy recently shared this with me and I couldn't keep it to myself. I also couldn't have said it better myself. It's hard not to do so much research and reading when you're a new mom and have no idea what you're doing. Michael is always telling me to get off the internet and stop reading so much. I should be learning my own baby, not reading about others. Every new mom must keep in mind that all babies are different. They are not programmed to be just like everyone else; if they were they would come with owner manuals. Luckily God had faith in us to become parents, and I trust in Him too. We can do it, and we must continue to repeat that to ourselves. We are going to make mistakes, and that's okay. We are all learning!

So thank you Girl of Cardigan for letting me share your blog.

1. You are going to suck at this parenting gig and be awesome at it at the same time, all the time.  You will be a different parent every morning to a child who will also be different, sometimes changing in just hours, or minutes, or before your eyes.  There will be good days and bad days, good minutes and bad minutes, good choices and not so good ones.  You will do some things, probably a lot of things, wrong.  Be gentle with yourself, because you are wildly loved and incredibly needed.  You are climbing Mt. Everest with basically zero conditioning – expect to be kind of terrible at it for awhile.  You are beautiful.  We are for you.

2. Post-partum bodies are squashy and wobbly and dimpled and stretched and foreign and embarrassing and difficult and painful and gorgeously imperfect, and they tend to stay that way for quite awhile.  You made a human.  Now make your peace.  Eat good food.  Walk around when you’re well enough. Listen to the people who tell you you’re beautiful.  Take them at their word. Remember where your worth comes from.

3. Your baby is not like the other babies.  Your baby is the only one of herself who has ever been, and you and your partner are the only experts on her. Your baby will not behave like the books say, won’t like what she’s supposed to like, won’t do what she’s supposed to do when she’s supposed to do it, and that’s normal and great and perfectly okay.  The best thing you can do is put down your literature and get to know your baby.  What does she like?  What makes her laugh?  How does she best fall asleep?  What does hungry sound like?  The discovery of these things will serve you so much more than any stranger’s care instructions ever will.  You don’t have to make your life or your family look like any particular model – you don’t have to follow the rules.  You just have to create a life that works for you and fosters love and security and a whole lot of laughter.  If that looks like 2am pancake parties, I’m not going to tell on you.  I might actually admire you and be just a little bit jealous.

4. We have got to stop telling people that things should be easy and painless.  We live in a culture that equates ease with value – the easier it is, the better it is, if it hurts you, something is wrong.  Reality check: sometimes things that are hard and painful are also really, really good.  Every once in a while as a parent, one of the things that you thought would be really difficult turns out to be incredibly easy and drama-free.  This is called a miracle, and though it might be somehow related to some book you read and the alignment of the stars and a magic way you pat the soles of your baby’s feet and the tea you drink on Thursdays, it’s still mostly a miracle, and the odds of that same miracle happening to EVERY OTHER PARENT EVERYWHERE are pretty slim, even with books and stars and tea and so much foot-patting.  We get excited in our victories, and want to share them, but it’s important to remember that we are all struggling with different issues.  One daddy’s easy is some mama’s nightmare.  And just because your baby doesn’t sleep through the night at five weeks or eat with a fork by her first birthday or cries a lot or your boobs get sore from breastfeeding (even though her latch is perfect) – just because it isn’t EASY and PAINLESS – it isn’t necessarily wrong.  Sometimes hard is okay, sometimes, often, it’s even good.  Hard is how we grow.  And guess what, kiddo – parenting is hard.  Any book that tells you otherwise deserves the big fat sticker of bullshit.

5. Speaking of bullshit, oh mylanta, the poop.  They warn you.  They tell you.  And despite every warning, it is still baffling and alarming and downright awe-inspiring how much of your next year is going to be spent dealing with, assessing, smelling for, washing off, evaluating, discussing, logging, and transporting poop.  Get good and comfy with poop, friends.  The poop cometh. For whom the poop tolls.  The hunt for poop-tober – you get the idea.

6. The sooner you can figure out how to accept unwanted advice gracefully, the easier your year is going to be.  For whatever reason, people love to weigh in on babies – everyone has an opinion, and everyone wants to share.  I believe that most of this advice is pretty well-intended – most of it falls into the “it worked for me and I am so happy and I want to share my joy joy joy with you because you look very tired” category, which is at least only mildly offensive and really very sincere.

Here’s the thing – you can stumble through this crazy first 12 months in defense mode, snapping witty comebacks at judgey old ladies or know-it-all childless people, or you can decide to give everybody the benefit of the doubt, smile and say thank you, and become very zen and confident about knowing what’s best for your child and not giving one ounce of your abundance of poop about what anyone else says.

If I were you, I’d aim for zen.

Nobody is out to get you.  Everyone wants you to succeed.  And screw them all anyway, because you are raising a child, and that is awesome.  Did your kid eat something today?  Is she relatively hygienically sound?  Smiles occasionally?  You win all the things.  You are awesome enough to absorb any and all commentary, keep the bits you like, and toss the bits you don’t.  How sweet of them to care.

7. Start stretching, because it’s time to get flexible.  I’m not a big fan of general statements like “All babies like swaddling” or “Co-sleeping is best for everybody,” but there is one I can get behind – babies are really inconvenient.

Your schedule, your sleep, your stellar punctuality record, your deadlines, your best shirts, your relationships – everything is about to get messy and complicated.  You have two choices – become a weepinghungrytiredmess of doom, or swallow every ounce of pride you have and become flexible.  Ask for help.  Admit failure.  Be late.  Stay in your pajamas.  Ignore the dishes.  Let slide what can slide and rejoice when you make it through with all your bare necessities intact.  You are going to miss a few parties and a lot of snoozes and probably many other important things, and it will be okay.  It will be better than okay.  It will be amazing.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be one of those parents who gets a magic baby who responds to the methods in whatever book you read or is just naturally benevolent and fits like a glove into your fabulous and organized life.  Again, this is called a miracle.  We love you and are happy for you.  Now please, shut up.

8. The most important thing to get for your baby is not a Rock n’ Play, nor a good set of swaddling blankets, nor a high-end stroller.  The most important thing to get for your baby is a village.  Your village will keep you afloat.  They will carry you when you are tired, feed you when you are starving, forgive you when you are unkempt and hours late and a neglectful friend who can’t remember to wear socks let alone whose birthday it is.  They will love your baby when you are too tired or frustrated to hold her at the moment, because you are imperfect and human and have imperfect and human failings.  They will remind you who you are when you start to think your whole life is only about poop.  They will lift you up.

9. We have to lift each other up.  Raising babies is the hardest thing many of us have ever done.  We can tear each other to bits, criticize choices, and turn up noses, or we can love each other, admire adorable babies, offer a hand, and celebrate victories.  This is not a difficult choice, people.  Nobody cares that your way is better.  Everyone cares that your kid is gorgeous and let’s chat over coffee and what have you been doing with your hair lately because, girlfriend, you look fabulous.  Don’t be horrible. It isn’t really that hard.


10. Success is found in being willing to grow.   Here’s the truth: you don’t know much of anything.  A year from now, after your fantastic kid turns one, you won’t know much of anything still.  Gather wisdom around you.  Learn from your mistakes.  Stay humble.  Stay open.  When you know better, do better.  Be a better parent tomorrow than you were today, always, everyday, as often as you can.  Try things out and leave them behind shamelessly if they don’t work out.  Life isn’t a contest or a game – it’s simply only beautifully life. Live the minutes instead of scoring them.  Love that incredible baby.

November 15 - Returning to work

It's Friday and my first week back to work is over! Thank God. Now I get some good quality time with my sweet angel. I knew it would be hard to return to work, but once again I was not prepared for the emotions that were to come along with it. Being at home every day with a newborn is much different than getting up and going to work for 8+ hours. Being away from her made me appreciate the past two months even more. It surely went by too fast, but I am grateful to have a job to return to. I thought being a stay-at-home mom was hard, but being a working mommy is tough too! 

Of course, Sunday night I was having maternity leave withdraws and crying saying I never wanted to work again! Fortunately, Michael had the day off, so it wasn't too bad to get up and get ready. It was just really difficult saying good bye. No doubt there were tears. It was hardest to accept the fact that my 2 month maternity leave was over and that our little baby would only keep getting older from this point on. I wasn't worried about her being with daddy all day, or even her being with my parents; I am worried about me being away from her all day, all week. 

Tuesday, Michael and I both had to get up and go to work. I am so glad Michael was in town this week (his out-of-town job got delayed); it made the transition for me so much easier! I planned to leave the apartment at 7...that didn't quite happen. I woke up at 5:45, but didn't get to work until 8:45. Not exactly the way I saw that happening, but I loved Michael and I working together to leave at the same time. Traffic seemed worse than Monday; bumper to bumper is something I am not used to being at home for the past 10 weeks. 

Wednesday, Michael and I got up a little earlier. I also took my shower the night before, thinking that would help with time in the morning. I got to work at 7:45, a little better but still not 7 am like I had it planned out in my mind. Everyone keeps telling me that it will get easier, but this morning seemed like the hardest one yet. I thought by waking up at 5 and leaving the apartment sooner, she wouldn't be hungry yet. I was wrong; she cried almost the whole car ride to my parents' house. I didn't get my morning coffee or breakfast either. I was cranky too! It was especially saying tough saying goodbye to my baby when she was awake and hungry. I cried the rest of the way into work...

Thursday, it started to get better. Michael was a huge help this morning and I made it to work by 7:15! We are slowly, but surely getting better each day. I am still not yet sure what is the best schedule for us. However, I think the more we do this routine, it will get better for all of us. She hasn't slept through the night all week. I think she is totally confused about what we are doing with her, that she has woke up every night for a feeding about 2 am. I miss her sleeping 8-11 hours, like she had been doing for the last two weeks. It will come back again I know; we will continue to work on our napping/bedtime schedule. 

Today, I worked from home for a few hours, as I had longer days all week and even an event that I had Wednesday afternoon. Getting back into the groove of things at work was easier than I thought. The hard part is adjusting to my new routine at home. Getting home in the evening is hardest, as there are things I need to get done but I want to spend the most and best quality time with my little one as possible. I felt horrible the first time I put her down when I got home, but I needed to wash bottles, pump, eat dinner, shower, etc. I also cried Monday night when I got home and Brooke wouldn't take her eyes off the fan when I came in the door. I said picked her up, said hello, gave her hugs and kisses...still wouldn't take her eyes off the fan. I felt like she forgot who I was in that first day away! I know I am ridiculous. It was a hard day for me, but not so much for her. She was in daddy's care and they had a good day! She was happy, and that makes me happy.

I am so grateful to have today with her and am looking forward to this weekend as a family. Tomorrow is her baptism and I can't wait for our family and friends to help us celebrate this special day. It will also be the first time some of family to meet her! I hope to get caught up on her baby book and finish the shadow box with stuff from her birth day. Daddy and I have a date tonight; Grammy and Grumpy will be babysitting. I think they are having withdraws from daycare with Brooke, since they had the day off! Michael and I feel so blessed to have family watching her while we work. It is a great bonding experience for them and it is so comforting that she won't be with strangers all day! Yesterday, they had their first outing...to Carter's, of course. Cold front meant a trip to the store for some warm jackets.

It is hard to keep up to speed on the blog these days. If I have a free minute, my priority is to spend it with her! I still can't believe I'm a mother some days. She is the best blessing I have ever received. It's indescribable how amazing she makes my life so complete. Every thought, every decision, every move I make...I think of her first. Her needs come before mine, no matter how big or small. I love the person that I have become, and everyday I become a more positive, selfless, happier person. I am the happiest and strongest I have ever been. Thank you God for giving me the precious gift of life! Brooke is an angel among us.

Monday, November 4, 2013

November 4 - 2 months


2 month appointment was this morning. Brooke is now 13 lbs, 14 oz and 23.25 inches long. Our little girl is growing up before our eyes! Sometimes I still can't believe she's mine. I never knew I could love something so much. She is absolutely a gift from above!

She got her 2 month vaccinations today. I definitely teared up this time, as she got one in each leg and an oral vaccine as well. She screamed after the shots, but slowly calmed down as I held/hugged her tightly telling her it was going to be okay. I hate nothing more than to hear her cry and see her in distress, especially since she can't tell me what's wrong. Obviously this time I know she was in pain from the needles pricking her, but the cries that I don't know hurt more so much. 

We attempted to give our little one rice cereal (and then oatmeal cereal), 1 Tbsp in her nighttime bottle for about a week. Then decided to stop. We thought it was making her constipated. However, after stopping, we have still noticed that her dirty diapers are fewer and further between. Although even though there are less, the amount in the diapers is much, much more! This may be too much information for those of you who aren't parents, but let's just say a bath usually follows these blowouts!! Being pooped on is not as icky as I once thought. It's a fact of life when it comes to a newborn, and I know she feels ever so much better after she gets one of these. Whenever she is unusually quiet for an extended period of time and it's been a couple days, I know what's coming! Although there are surprises, no doubt. Michael has gone to pick her up out of her bouncer (and swing) and gotten his hands completely soiled...just from picking her up! Poor thing. 

Aside from our angel's dirty diapers, she is a complete joy! Her smiles melt our hearts, she talks to us more and more (coos, laughs, grunts, etc) and she loves to kick. Anyone that knows her has seen that finger of hers; she is always pointing her index finger out. I love it! She tries to suck her thumb, but any time I catch her, I pull it out. She does take her pacifier too, but not all the time. Her hands and fingers are very soothing to her still. Last week she had red marks all over one hand, like she sucked on it all night. Doctor said it's okay at this stage; again, it's very self-soothing for a newborn. In the womb, that's what comforted her. 

She loves to be rocked/swayed to sleep. I don't think it's habit-forming at this point. She just likes to be cuddled and held before bedtime. I miss the days of her being swaddled and sleeping on mommy's chest. She can't stand being swaddled anymore...not for the past month or so!

We finally gave in and bought a carrier, the kind that goes up to 33 lbs. She can be carried on front (facing in or out) or back. She is heavier than you think, after you walk a mile with her on the front of you. I felt like I was pregnant all over again...just with a bigger baby!! She usually falls asleep, but I love her "hugging" me as I carry her. The closeness is so sweet! We went on our first family grocery run, and a lady asked me "Is she 3 or 4 months?" I laughed and replied 2. Our sweet girl is so healthy - I love it!

I ended up taking off an extra week after my allotted 8 week maternity leave. With two deaths in the family and juggling everything else, I just was not ready. My job was okay with it and I am very grateful for their support during my maternity and bereavement periods.

Here are a few more pictures of Miss Brooke...




Friday, November 1, 2013

November 1 - Adjusting

Brooke is now just over 8 weeks old, and we are still adjusting to our new lives. I know it is not a fast or easy process, but I definitely am looking forward to her getting on a schedule. I am such as structured person and these past few weeks have taught me more patience than anything else the last 28 years of my life! I have never possessed that virtue, but I surely am learning it now.

Along with that, I am learning many other things. Our little peanut has a mind of her own; I just love watching her grow. And growing she is! A week ago, our scale showed she weighed in at 14 pounds. Monday we go to her 2-month check up, so we shall see just how much more she has grown. She is definitely bigger than average, and we love every ounce of our little sweet pea! She is "talking" more and more everyday and kicking up a storm. Grumpy thinks she is teething, going to roll over any day, and will be crawling by Christmas. You think he is a proud Grandpa!? I am also very proud of myself to say that I am still providing milk for out little one. It is the most rewarding feeling to know that I can selflessly provide that much-needed nourishment for our baby. It is definitely a struggle at times, but so far it is working out well. Hopefully when I return to work, I can still manage to juggle it all. Unfortunately my milk supply came in so late, that I do not have much saved up. However, slowly but surely the extra supply is multiplying in the freezer. It is hard to keep up though, as Brooke eats about 25 ounces in a day. I don't always produce much more than that. Fenugreek is an herbal supplement that my OB-GYN recommended, along with many good reviews I read on the internet, and it immediately helped me increase my supply. I wish I would have started taking that sooner. Only downside...it makes me and my urine smell like maple syrup. Definitely weird, but well worth smelling like a Waffle House to get my baby some milk!





I now plan on returning to work on November 11th, giving me an extra week off. Michael has received a wonderful career opportunity to work a job in Ennes for two months. He will be traveling during the week, but home on the weekends. It is going to be tough on all three of us, but it will be okay. Brooke has slept for 8 hours straight the past two nights, and her nightly fussy spells seems to be getting better too. Daddy returned last night to us and we were so happy to see him and celebrate our first Halloween together as a family. We weren't planning on her dressing up, as she already had so many Halloween outfits, but Grammy insisted on making her a costume. It turned out so cute - we love it! Our little "B" is a such a blessing!







So originally I was planning on getting Brooke and I on a better schedule to return to work on Tuesday, however, my precious Grandmere passed away just over a week ago. Talk about adjusting - my life has been an emotional roller coaster. God has definitely been testing me and let's just say my prayer life is stronger now than ever! Getting ready to go back to work, Michael leaving town...and then losing a loved one! Whew... It was hard saying goodbye, but I know she is no longer in pain and has been joyfully reunited with her beloved husband and oldest son. I am most appreciative that Grandmere was able to meet her great-granddaughter. She thought Brooke was the most beautiful thing she ever did see, even after she swore up and down that my baby was going to be a boy...that we should name Peter!!! When we first told Grandmere we were going to have a baby, she already had the beginning stages of dementia, but she was so very excited to hear the news! We were out to lunch with my parents and we wrote "Great Grandmere" in front of her. She started bouncing up & down and clapping! She was over the moon anticipating the birth of our little baby. 


Grandmere's first and only visit to our home,
the day we told her the news.

Sharing our 8 week ultrasound with Grandmere,
2 days after she moved in to my parents' house.


Gender Reveal - she was predicting a boy!


My baby shower July 13, 2013.

Her health slowly digressed and she was in and out of a nursing home. I visited her often, always bringing her a dessert! No matter what her appetite, she never had a problem getting down a cookie or cupcake! Her spirits were always high through it all. She moved in with my parents in April and they took care of her during her last months. It was a tough job for all of them, but they gracefully made it work and my parents are ever so grateful for that time with her. It was a time of bonding and memories, and I think what my parents did for her, without a doubt, earned them a first-class ticket to the pearly gates. There is nothing more beautiful as caring for a loved one, especially during a difficult time. It's crazy the way things happen. A year ago Grandmere was living on her own and doing just fine. In the last year, I got pregnant, Grandmere got sick and she moved in with my parents. I was to be returning to work next week and my parents were going to be taking care of both her and Brooke. Now Grandmere has moved on and little Brooke is our shining light to help us get through this tough time. We are blessed that Grandmere not only got to meet our little one, but got to spend the last two months loving her. If it weren't for Brooke this past week, I am not sure I would have made it. God works wonders.





Anyone that knew Grandmere knew she had a sweet tooth! In her last days with us, she slowly stopped eating. I went to visit her as she was lying in bed in my old room. She lacked the energy to get up and had only eaten half a banana all day. I told her I had some cookies for her, but then we got to talking. As I was leaving, she shouted back to me, "I'll still take those cookies!" Even after our conversation, she still didn't forget about the dessert I brought. I went and got them and she laid there with her eyes closed munching on my peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. Those would be the last words Grandmere said to me, as her speech was next to go. I will always wonder what else Grandmere would have said in her last couple days with us. However, the things she did say during our time together will always be remembered. I will forever cherish and appreciate those memories. Next Thursday, Grandmere would have been 99! We still plan on celebrating her birthday, just as she wanted...with an assortment of desserts. She expressed her interest in going on a cruise before her 99th birthday. Although she didn't get that list trip, I know she had quite the journey and is now resting in paradise. She is looking down on us from above and will be remembered everyday until we are reunited once again.



Always "chipper"


Grandmere's 98th Birthday


Meeting her Great-Granddaughter, Brooke

With the loss of a loved one and the birth of another, it isn't easy, but we all must make adjustments. It makes you realize just how precious everyday is. "As we go on, we remember all the times we spent together." Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Cherish every moment. Don't hold grudges. Tell your family you love them. Laugh often. Pray daily. Give thanks. And never take life for granted.


"I'll see you when I see you."