Someone I used to work with (geez, like 10 years ago now!) is pregnant with baby #2 and due Dec. 12th.
Like, seriously.
I know I am hyper-sensitive to this all but ... really?
I mean, really.
If I could bottle my insane rage at this point I could power enough electricity to light up 140 homes for 1 month.
Its so hard to "let this all go," too, no matter how hard I try to keep this open mind in enjoying my life as it is... to stop trying... blah-blah. I am not seeking out these people's info, it just keeps coming up! Either I hear it from a friend, read it online, run into them at a store... what am I supposed to do, hide under the covers?
Hmmmm, I might be on to something.
If anyone needs me, I'll be under the covers.
I'll come out after December 2010.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
A new room for Evie
We are moving Evie over into our old master bedroom (since we have the new fancy-pants addition now).
Her current room is something like 10' x 8' and her new room will be something like 12' x 9'. So, she'll gain some space not to mention she will now be at the end of the hallway (closer to our bedroom) and she'll get a much larger closet (the girl LOVES SHOES). We then plan to move Rob's office down into her old room and turn Rob's old office (which is the room right off the living room) into a play room.... essentially, the living room and the play room would be like one large great room.
So, here's what I have achieved so far in all this.
I said I would have Evie's room done by June so I have actually STARTED this past early May in order to obtain that goal (when I was pregnant throughout April I didn't touch any activity in this house!).
I did some plaster work under a window that suffered water damage from a leaky window air conditioning unit. I also removed old curtain road systems and vinyl blinds (filled holes). I caulked all the windows (ugh, old wood windows really do look like shit up close despite their charm from far away). I painted the walls a light dusty lavender color called "Bad Lands". I created vector art butterfly graphics which I printed out, traced in pencil on the walls and painted white to create a airy cluster over where her bed will go ( I did sprinkle in a random butterfly on another wall, too).
I have curtains rods waiting in the wings to go up and limey green curtains on order.... I will give the trim a fresh coat of white paint before hanging the curtains and then we move her over! I'll update with final pics when I get them.
Oh, and did I mention the radiators??? Ugh, the radiators in the house (which we bought 6 years ago) were horribly flaky and chipped. The one in this bedroom was the 2nd worst in the house and I simply ignored it (till now). I take a hammer and "chisel away" centimeter by centimeter (can you picture tiny metallic-like chips of paint flying in your face, in your eyes, and up your nose for hours on end while you make very slow progress? Yes, you are picturing it correctly then...) until after a collective 7 hours I was finished. I then drape the walls in plastic and heavy tape everything around the feet of the radiator so as not to ruin the floors with paint. I spray the inside and back with white paint (I use high performance Rustoleum) and later paint the fronts with a can of the same paint. Its grueling and oh so f*cking messy. The paint goes everywhere and the house is so stinky. Honestly, its probably the stupidest thing a person can do and I will most likely suffer lung cancer in 10 years... but doesn't it look great?!.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
A Mother's Day Post
Dear self on Mother's Day one year from now,
I notice that sometimes you forget a few things and I'd like to take a moment to remind you... that you are awesome.
Sure, the house is not as clean as it used to be, but you also have a very active little girl, a husband, and an elderly dog. Sure, these three elements drive you crazy sometimes (Evie wipes her hands off on the couch cushions when eating cereal, Rob leaves socks everywhere in the house, the dog sheds half his weight annually) but keep in mind - these are the very things you always wanted. You simply must stop forward thinking to when Evie will stop making messes, Rob will organize his stuff better (and out of your line of vision!) and the dog won't be here to shed. All you are going to want at that time are all these gloriously awesome moments of today... you'll flip through photos of all the happy memories you are in the process of making right now wishing you could go back and enjoy it more. Sometimes you get so caught up on focusing on how things TODAY are not quite as PERFECT as YESTERDAY that you completely forget about all the things you have achieved along the way. You forget that you didn't have many of the things you have now. You forget that, even then, you still thought 5 years prior to that were easier... somehow better. Life does get more complicated. Those complications can be stressful. The "to do" list does keep growing... and it only will forever and ever, amen. You need to prioritize and reevaluate sometimes. You'll feel better.
I'm not telling you to stop trying to set and achieve goals (to stop moving ahead with breakneck speed like you famously are known to do!). Goals are great. You really are master at achieving the very things you set your mind out to accomplish. But, often, you forget that watching a show with Evie IS something. Eating an ice cream cone on the front porch after dinner. Splashing in the mud. Making a mess while eating a new food in a new dress. Skipping bath night to stay up late at an outdoor event. Skipping the healthy choices for convenience. Sitting at the table coloring while we wait for the water to boil. Evie grimmacing when you look back at her in the car (ok, you know you love that moment, I snuck that in to remind you of just how picture-perfect that moment is when it happens). Evie grabbing your face (ack! My make-up, her dirty hands!) to make your lips stick-out like a fish while she throws her head back in giggles. Sitting in a pile of newly drawn chalk drawings. Getting water thrown on you during bathtime. Wiping a butt in the middle of the night when (who poops in the middle of the night anyway??? Evie's strange) nature calls. Getting woken up at 6AM to a jingling moo-cow blankie, "Get out yer bed, mommy!" And, the famous, tshirt turned hankie moment.... this is it. This is what people look back on and MISS! This is the stuff that doesn't make it in the list of goals. It's these little stepping stones that happen daily that lead to the big stuff. And, yes, the big stuff is big but its these little unique mini-moments that become what you and Rob REALLY talk about and look back on fondly.
You look great. I mean that. You don't look like you did when you were a senior in high school (straighter teeth, no grays, tighter abs and a tan). But you hated how you looked then, too.... no shape, chubbier cheeks, too many freckles and smaller boobs. You don't look like you did when you were fresh out of college, either. You don't look as great as you did the day before you got pregnant at 29. Nope. But you look AWESOME for you, right now, at this very moment. Someday you'll look back on when you were in your early thirties and say, "Egads, I looked fine and I was so preoccupied with thinking I was fat, out-of-shape and too old to rock anything that showed off my figure. What was wrong with me? I looked great! I'd love to look like that now!" Yes, some women can rock a hard body their whole lives... but many more don't. So, enjoy what you have now and be comfortable with yourself, finally. Won't you? This body has seen many things, traveled many places and made a human... cut yourself some slack and finally enjoy what you have, please! Geez, if you need further proof, go and ask your husband right now what he thinks. Cause, as it stands right now, he thinks you do look just as awesome as you did 9 years ago and damned... are you ever lucky to have a love-blind husband. Now go enjoy that, too!
Lastly, stop beating yourself up for what you call "failures." You often wringe your hands over wondering if Evie should be eating something better for her. If she should be going to a better, expensive school. Should Evie be involved in sports? OR belong to some gym class? Should I sign Evie up for some programs? Should I be teaching her a foreign language? Should she be encouraged to do more crafts? More challenging risks? Should I take her to museums? Is she ready for going to bigger all-day events? Hikes?!. Ack. Stop. It. Repeat after me: You will never be all things at all times and Evie will not miss out if she misses some things. You have plenty of time and kids should be kids. Each day she learns more about herself and each day you learn more about what she likes. So stop questioning if you are not challenging her enough and whether or not there should be more, more, more! Just go to the fridge, make an ice cream cone and go sit on the porch while you watch chocolate fall on her lap and then offer your sleeve for her to wipe her face on. All will be right with the world.
Start loving yourself more, fretting the details less and take the time to enjoy life's imperfections.
Love,
yourself.
I notice that sometimes you forget a few things and I'd like to take a moment to remind you... that you are awesome.
Sure, the house is not as clean as it used to be, but you also have a very active little girl, a husband, and an elderly dog. Sure, these three elements drive you crazy sometimes (Evie wipes her hands off on the couch cushions when eating cereal, Rob leaves socks everywhere in the house, the dog sheds half his weight annually) but keep in mind - these are the very things you always wanted. You simply must stop forward thinking to when Evie will stop making messes, Rob will organize his stuff better (and out of your line of vision!) and the dog won't be here to shed. All you are going to want at that time are all these gloriously awesome moments of today... you'll flip through photos of all the happy memories you are in the process of making right now wishing you could go back and enjoy it more. Sometimes you get so caught up on focusing on how things TODAY are not quite as PERFECT as YESTERDAY that you completely forget about all the things you have achieved along the way. You forget that you didn't have many of the things you have now. You forget that, even then, you still thought 5 years prior to that were easier... somehow better. Life does get more complicated. Those complications can be stressful. The "to do" list does keep growing... and it only will forever and ever, amen. You need to prioritize and reevaluate sometimes. You'll feel better.
I'm not telling you to stop trying to set and achieve goals (to stop moving ahead with breakneck speed like you famously are known to do!). Goals are great. You really are master at achieving the very things you set your mind out to accomplish. But, often, you forget that watching a show with Evie IS something. Eating an ice cream cone on the front porch after dinner. Splashing in the mud. Making a mess while eating a new food in a new dress. Skipping bath night to stay up late at an outdoor event. Skipping the healthy choices for convenience. Sitting at the table coloring while we wait for the water to boil. Evie grimmacing when you look back at her in the car (ok, you know you love that moment, I snuck that in to remind you of just how picture-perfect that moment is when it happens). Evie grabbing your face (ack! My make-up, her dirty hands!) to make your lips stick-out like a fish while she throws her head back in giggles. Sitting in a pile of newly drawn chalk drawings. Getting water thrown on you during bathtime. Wiping a butt in the middle of the night when (who poops in the middle of the night anyway??? Evie's strange) nature calls. Getting woken up at 6AM to a jingling moo-cow blankie, "Get out yer bed, mommy!" And, the famous, tshirt turned hankie moment.... this is it. This is what people look back on and MISS! This is the stuff that doesn't make it in the list of goals. It's these little stepping stones that happen daily that lead to the big stuff. And, yes, the big stuff is big but its these little unique mini-moments that become what you and Rob REALLY talk about and look back on fondly.
You look great. I mean that. You don't look like you did when you were a senior in high school (straighter teeth, no grays, tighter abs and a tan). But you hated how you looked then, too.... no shape, chubbier cheeks, too many freckles and smaller boobs. You don't look like you did when you were fresh out of college, either. You don't look as great as you did the day before you got pregnant at 29. Nope. But you look AWESOME for you, right now, at this very moment. Someday you'll look back on when you were in your early thirties and say, "Egads, I looked fine and I was so preoccupied with thinking I was fat, out-of-shape and too old to rock anything that showed off my figure. What was wrong with me? I looked great! I'd love to look like that now!" Yes, some women can rock a hard body their whole lives... but many more don't. So, enjoy what you have now and be comfortable with yourself, finally. Won't you? This body has seen many things, traveled many places and made a human... cut yourself some slack and finally enjoy what you have, please! Geez, if you need further proof, go and ask your husband right now what he thinks. Cause, as it stands right now, he thinks you do look just as awesome as you did 9 years ago and damned... are you ever lucky to have a love-blind husband. Now go enjoy that, too!
Lastly, stop beating yourself up for what you call "failures." You often wringe your hands over wondering if Evie should be eating something better for her. If she should be going to a better, expensive school. Should Evie be involved in sports? OR belong to some gym class? Should I sign Evie up for some programs? Should I be teaching her a foreign language? Should she be encouraged to do more crafts? More challenging risks? Should I take her to museums? Is she ready for going to bigger all-day events? Hikes?!. Ack. Stop. It. Repeat after me: You will never be all things at all times and Evie will not miss out if she misses some things. You have plenty of time and kids should be kids. Each day she learns more about herself and each day you learn more about what she likes. So stop questioning if you are not challenging her enough and whether or not there should be more, more, more! Just go to the fridge, make an ice cream cone and go sit on the porch while you watch chocolate fall on her lap and then offer your sleeve for her to wipe her face on. All will be right with the world.
Start loving yourself more, fretting the details less and take the time to enjoy life's imperfections.
Love,
yourself.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Gearing up for summer...
Fill 'er up!
Charlie takes it in the face.
And now we water the sidewalk.
A girl could get used to this!
Yum! First cone of the season...
Charlie takes it in the face.
And now we water the sidewalk.
A girl could get used to this!
Yum! First cone of the season...
Monday, May 03, 2010
*** Post Surgery update
This will, hopefully, be last depressing post regarding this miscarriage. This is, after, Evie's website and was designed to be more of a "fun & sarcastic" look at being a mom.... its not me to dwell on big things for too long. Today was the surgery so I shall press on.
We dropped off Eve at T's house and got to the doctor's office slightly early.
Paperwork signed and a small wait later, I'm weighed and led to my section behind the curtain. Strip down and put your stuff in a bag, don a gown and a hairnet, and suddenly I feel like a little girl who doesn't have a clue of what to do next.Is it weird I felt more naked when I had to leave my wedding band at home this morning? I never take it off for anything...
I get on my bed and am wrapped in oven-toasty blankets. I feel better.
The nurse, Ann, asks a lot of questions including, "So how far along were you?" I think to myself, thank God I'm like a rock in these situations... an emotional woman would not handle this so well. And yet I start to cry each and every time a different nurse asks the question, "Why are you here?"
"I'm having a D&C."
Mark, the anesthesiologist, is incredible nice and slightly goofy - I welcomed that.
Another nurse stops by to hit me with a drug to keep me from getting sick to my stomach.
Two more nurses, Stacy and another Ann, tell me they'll be in during the procedure.
Everyone is super accommodating and nice. The clock has, thankfully, zoomed to 11:50AM.
Here's the doctor!
He seems scattered, God I hope he ate lunch.
Things go quick and off I am wheeled.
I never noticed when they slipped me something but as I am being wheeled into the room, my eye roll in my head and I cannot keep my eyes focused on anyone thing. Its like having the spins. I mention this and my words sounds worse than being completely drunk. My mental faculties kind of fight this, someone tells me its to be expected, and then I am in a warm bed looking at a nurses station. I see a clock - its 1:10PM.
I try to fight of the groggies thinking we need to go pick-up Evie soon. I loose the battle and zonk out for another 15minutes.
The nurse who gave me the stomach meds offers a sprite... my mouth feels like a desert.
Someone gets Rob. I wonder what I may have said to him during that time... Its a little fuzzy. I wanted to go home.
Rob helps me get dressed (I manage just fine) and a wheelchair pulls up.
Rob leaves to pull the car around and we wheel down while the nurse and I talk about shoes (Danskos!)... ah, nervous chatter.
Rob drops me off at home and leaves to go get Evie. I finish off leftovers for lunch and zonk out for another hour and a half. Thank goodness Evie took a nap, too... down time for everyone.
This afternoon has been rather simple. No cramping at all. I was prescribed meds but haven't even looked at them yet (me not being one to take meds unless its a near death experience). I've had very light bleeding (hardly any at all - its bleeding like from a cut, not a period). I've eaten a big dinner and I feel... just fine.
Tomorrow, work from home and, soon thereafter, continue life where I left it just over a month ago.
We dropped off Eve at T's house and got to the doctor's office slightly early.
Paperwork signed and a small wait later, I'm weighed and led to my section behind the curtain. Strip down and put your stuff in a bag, don a gown and a hairnet, and suddenly I feel like a little girl who doesn't have a clue of what to do next.Is it weird I felt more naked when I had to leave my wedding band at home this morning? I never take it off for anything...
I get on my bed and am wrapped in oven-toasty blankets. I feel better.
The nurse, Ann, asks a lot of questions including, "So how far along were you?" I think to myself, thank God I'm like a rock in these situations... an emotional woman would not handle this so well. And yet I start to cry each and every time a different nurse asks the question, "Why are you here?"
"I'm having a D&C."
Mark, the anesthesiologist, is incredible nice and slightly goofy - I welcomed that.
Another nurse stops by to hit me with a drug to keep me from getting sick to my stomach.
Two more nurses, Stacy and another Ann, tell me they'll be in during the procedure.
Everyone is super accommodating and nice. The clock has, thankfully, zoomed to 11:50AM.
Here's the doctor!
He seems scattered, God I hope he ate lunch.
Things go quick and off I am wheeled.
I never noticed when they slipped me something but as I am being wheeled into the room, my eye roll in my head and I cannot keep my eyes focused on anyone thing. Its like having the spins. I mention this and my words sounds worse than being completely drunk. My mental faculties kind of fight this, someone tells me its to be expected, and then I am in a warm bed looking at a nurses station. I see a clock - its 1:10PM.
I try to fight of the groggies thinking we need to go pick-up Evie soon. I loose the battle and zonk out for another 15minutes.
The nurse who gave me the stomach meds offers a sprite... my mouth feels like a desert.
Someone gets Rob. I wonder what I may have said to him during that time... Its a little fuzzy. I wanted to go home.
Rob helps me get dressed (I manage just fine) and a wheelchair pulls up.
Rob leaves to pull the car around and we wheel down while the nurse and I talk about shoes (Danskos!)... ah, nervous chatter.
Rob drops me off at home and leaves to go get Evie. I finish off leftovers for lunch and zonk out for another hour and a half. Thank goodness Evie took a nap, too... down time for everyone.
This afternoon has been rather simple. No cramping at all. I was prescribed meds but haven't even looked at them yet (me not being one to take meds unless its a near death experience). I've had very light bleeding (hardly any at all - its bleeding like from a cut, not a period). I've eaten a big dinner and I feel... just fine.
Tomorrow, work from home and, soon thereafter, continue life where I left it just over a month ago.
*** DNC - Doesn't mean Democratic National Convention
Today's appt: 11:45AM.
Must get there: 10:15AM.
Must leave home: 9:45AM.
And Evie? Well, either Rob didn't know, somebody forgot to mention/ask, or the sitter never told us - she is out all day today.
Oh great, I can only imagine being a fly on the wall with Evie stuck in a waiting from for upwards for 4hrs. The "procedure" takes up to 30minutes and the "recovery time" can also take upwards of 30minutes.... What's one to do.
Thank God T offered to take/watch Evie while we endure this event.
Hopefully, Evie who is notoriously scared/nervous of any break in her routine, will embrace this day as a fun way to break from going to the Sitter's House.... and see this as a chance to play with a friend.
I'm starving. I can't eat anything before surgery and am only supposed to have clear liquids.
I cheated and had camomile tea... hopefully it counts as being clear enough.
I have 45minutes to kill and I don't know where to begin with killing the time.
Do I watch a show with Evie? Do I surf the web? Do I sit here and wringe my hands like my mother would do?
Must get there: 10:15AM.
Must leave home: 9:45AM.
And Evie? Well, either Rob didn't know, somebody forgot to mention/ask, or the sitter never told us - she is out all day today.
Oh great, I can only imagine being a fly on the wall with Evie stuck in a waiting from for upwards for 4hrs. The "procedure" takes up to 30minutes and the "recovery time" can also take upwards of 30minutes.... What's one to do.
Thank God T offered to take/watch Evie while we endure this event.
Hopefully, Evie who is notoriously scared/nervous of any break in her routine, will embrace this day as a fun way to break from going to the Sitter's House.... and see this as a chance to play with a friend.
I'm starving. I can't eat anything before surgery and am only supposed to have clear liquids.
I cheated and had camomile tea... hopefully it counts as being clear enough.
I have 45minutes to kill and I don't know where to begin with killing the time.
Do I watch a show with Evie? Do I surf the web? Do I sit here and wringe my hands like my mother would do?
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Clean, clean, clean.
I've been cleaning the hell out of this house this weekend. I had let things "go" in order to remain stress-free during my touch-and-go pregnancy but since it went I decided to make up for lost time. I vacuumed all the rooms, we changed the beds, dusted, cleaned up outside, etc, etc.
I think I was really impacted by "The Velveteen Rabbit" when I was a kid because recovering from any sickness can only be kicked-off by cleaning EVERYTHING. And this past month - feels like a long..., overstayed... sickness.
I think I was really impacted by "The Velveteen Rabbit" when I was a kid because recovering from any sickness can only be kicked-off by cleaning EVERYTHING. And this past month - feels like a long..., overstayed... sickness.
*** Diary of a miscarriage: day 2 after finding out the news
I found out on Friday, April 30th that our pregnancy had failed. Any post that begins with the "***" is part of that storyline. You can choose to read back to the beginning on April 1st or choose to skip those entries.
By the end of the day Friday I was pouring out blood every time I pee'd. OK, maybe its not quite "pouring out" if it sorta ceased when I stood but it really did look like floodgates to me. Maybe its just floodgates when you are psychologically trained to know that being pregnant and blood don't (or shouldn't) go together. Retraining my brain is challenging: This, is what happens when the baby isn't alive.
I'm sort of stuck in limbo. I have too much work to do (deadlines! deadlines!) so I resumed working from home until 5PM the day I found out. It helps to focus on a task and yet it's so eff'ing lame when some co-workers nag me about some shit I am finding trivial in comparison to my current ordeal.
I don't want to eat. I want what's in there to just die off completely, dry up and go away. I'm mad at it.
Friday night, friends offer to come over for a drink. Its been awhile since I've had a glass of wine... I send Rob to the store to pick-up a bottle of red that I like. Two girlfriends join my on the patio after I put Evie down. I feel normal again... no hidden thoughts about "I wonder how pregnant I am? I wonder if the baby's ok? I wonder, I wonder..." All that wasted time I spent thinking about shit I have no control over. That thought later spills over into a soap box lecture I have with Rob the next day after we go to the Chesterfield Berry Farm. I just let a lot of what I had been bottling up spill all over Rob as he lay there trying to take a nap. Just an "open mouth, pour thoughts" kind of rant. I was pissed. I am pissed. This whole situation goes back farther than just this past month. It goes back to when we started trying one year ago this month. How the f*ck could I be so stupid as to put everything on hold WAITING to get pregnant? I put off planning a weekend away with the girls cause "What if I got pregnant?" I put off buying new clothes cause "What if I spend $200 and then get pregnant?" I put off really planning that trip to Europe cause "Well, we were going to try and get pregnant and I'd hate to waste the time only to be in Europe unable to drink or possibly nauseated the whole time."
So, here I am. One year later. Still, fucking, waiting. And you know what? It goes back to when I had Evie. I got back in shape pretty quickly and then just as quickly I noticed this tummy on me. At first I didn't care figuring I looked good for my age but when it began to spill over my pants... when it began to bounce when I walked, when I started to TUCK MY FLAB into my pants while sitting in a meeting at work I thought, "This is freaking unreal." I looks like shit. So here I am, lookin' like shit, feeling like shit and all this cause I put everything on hold cause I was "going to get pregnant again."
Rob listened to my outpouring in a very sympathetic fashion and simply added: "You tend to try to control the things you can't." And, its true.
By the end of the day Friday I was pouring out blood every time I pee'd. OK, maybe its not quite "pouring out" if it sorta ceased when I stood but it really did look like floodgates to me. Maybe its just floodgates when you are psychologically trained to know that being pregnant and blood don't (or shouldn't) go together. Retraining my brain is challenging: This, is what happens when the baby isn't alive.
I'm sort of stuck in limbo. I have too much work to do (deadlines! deadlines!) so I resumed working from home until 5PM the day I found out. It helps to focus on a task and yet it's so eff'ing lame when some co-workers nag me about some shit I am finding trivial in comparison to my current ordeal.
I don't want to eat. I want what's in there to just die off completely, dry up and go away. I'm mad at it.
Friday night, friends offer to come over for a drink. Its been awhile since I've had a glass of wine... I send Rob to the store to pick-up a bottle of red that I like. Two girlfriends join my on the patio after I put Evie down. I feel normal again... no hidden thoughts about "I wonder how pregnant I am? I wonder if the baby's ok? I wonder, I wonder..." All that wasted time I spent thinking about shit I have no control over. That thought later spills over into a soap box lecture I have with Rob the next day after we go to the Chesterfield Berry Farm. I just let a lot of what I had been bottling up spill all over Rob as he lay there trying to take a nap. Just an "open mouth, pour thoughts" kind of rant. I was pissed. I am pissed. This whole situation goes back farther than just this past month. It goes back to when we started trying one year ago this month. How the f*ck could I be so stupid as to put everything on hold WAITING to get pregnant? I put off planning a weekend away with the girls cause "What if I got pregnant?" I put off buying new clothes cause "What if I spend $200 and then get pregnant?" I put off really planning that trip to Europe cause "Well, we were going to try and get pregnant and I'd hate to waste the time only to be in Europe unable to drink or possibly nauseated the whole time."
So, here I am. One year later. Still, fucking, waiting. And you know what? It goes back to when I had Evie. I got back in shape pretty quickly and then just as quickly I noticed this tummy on me. At first I didn't care figuring I looked good for my age but when it began to spill over my pants... when it began to bounce when I walked, when I started to TUCK MY FLAB into my pants while sitting in a meeting at work I thought, "This is freaking unreal." I looks like shit. So here I am, lookin' like shit, feeling like shit and all this cause I put everything on hold cause I was "going to get pregnant again."
Rob listened to my outpouring in a very sympathetic fashion and simply added: "You tend to try to control the things you can't." And, its true.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Chesterfield Berry Farm - Strawberry Fest!
T took her kid to this when he was 1 year old and it looked awesome (minus the fact that he was maybe too young to really help "pick" strawberries... maybe "mush them on the vine" is more like it). We waited till Evie was a bit bigger to get the concept and this year was perfect!
For $5 each (kids under 2 are free and they let Evie scoot on in for free!) we got a tractor ride to the fields, the opportunity to collect berries all on our own, chance to see farm animals (goats! chickens! bunnies! cows!), and we decided to skip the chance at jumping on large bails of hay (there's been enough pollen in this family's nose!). We picked just over 7lbs of berries in mere minutes ($2 a lb!). We got 2 freshly made strawberry milkshakes on our way out 2 hours later and enjoyed a nice, quiet ride home.
Reconnecting with family over the basics is seriously a weekend well spent.
Evie says to me while waiting for daddy to get the car, "Mommy? I had a good day." She then promptly took over my strawberry milkshake and announced, "Hey! I like dis!"
For $5 each (kids under 2 are free and they let Evie scoot on in for free!) we got a tractor ride to the fields, the opportunity to collect berries all on our own, chance to see farm animals (goats! chickens! bunnies! cows!), and we decided to skip the chance at jumping on large bails of hay (there's been enough pollen in this family's nose!). We picked just over 7lbs of berries in mere minutes ($2 a lb!). We got 2 freshly made strawberry milkshakes on our way out 2 hours later and enjoyed a nice, quiet ride home.
Reconnecting with family over the basics is seriously a weekend well spent.
Evie says to me while waiting for daddy to get the car, "Mommy? I had a good day." She then promptly took over my strawberry milkshake and announced, "Hey! I like dis!"
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