I think more snow just keeps on falling and falling. Why? March is about here, and I am ready for the snow to be gone. Just last week I heard two birds chirping and had one fly in my house. (The fly, sad to say, has since died. It was really to premature for him to come out and think warm thoughts....) Dave reminds me every year, that once it starts getting a little warm or shows tiny bits of spring to not get excited, for this is Michigan. It can snow in April. And every year I tell him, yes I know, I have sorta gotten used to that fact out here, but I can help but be hopeful each spring season. I mean, the forecast for this week was in the high 30's to next week in the low 40's. I guess I am just a wishful girl longing for capris again.
In other news, James was super naughty at the library yesterday. I can't remember a time when he was this disobedient. Long story short, he kept running away from me when we were in the "Wiggler Room" (Where there is story/singing time that we go to each Wednesday which normally is a total blast, for him and me). He would jet out the door and run into the other parts of the library, and many times I had the frantic "I don't know where my child is" feeling. Also, it was my first outing with the two kids by myself, so I had to chase him down, all the while leaving Clara alone in the room with the other parents and wigglers, something I didn't like to do. Anyways, before going down a big venting trail, I was so sad, upset and just ugh! at him that I almost wanted to cry. I know the little guy has a lot happening in his heart right now, and I am trying to be sensitive and gracious to him. But sometimes I am just like, "Seriously?!?!" So to sum up, I had a naughty boy at the library and I wanted to cry. The end.
To make things better though, I had my book club meeting last night, which is always fun to go to. It was even more fun this time because I got to show off my sweet little girl. Now, to tackle two books for the next meeting, I'd better get started!
Let's hope for a good day today!
2.25.2010
2.22.2010
A Hocker Update
Things are going quite swimmingly at the Hocker household. It has almost been two weeks since we have brought Clara home and I have to be honest, I don't have much to complain about. She is a sweet little girl, who unlike her big brother when he was little, has grown quite accustomed to taking naps and doing them not in the constant hold of another human being. I remember when James was born (and for SIX months after that...), if you wanted him to nap, you might as well get comfy on the couch because you would have to hold him for the entire time. It was ri-diculous. Clara however will be set down for hours on end, which leaves me feeling like I only have one child still and not too. But as my sister in law pointed out, this might not last. For now though, I am enjoying it. She sleeps great in the night and has been a perfect nurser. She has gotten the little cough that both Dave and James have (but I don't! Ha!) and it sounds really awful on her, like she's been a chain smoker for years. It's sad to see her cough, but hopefully with all this sleeping she's doing, it will go away soon.
James, has been sick. And has a new sister. And is two. Suffice to say, he's been a little disobedient lately and taking more patience on my part to handle. Like, if I say no five times, I really mean no! I'm not kidding! He thinks I am, unfortunately. And, for being a predominantly not whiny boy, I am finding some whininess creep in. Like whining about having to eat dinner, or take a bath, or get in the car....etc. So I am being challenged as a parent with how to deal with it, and haven't really come to a conclusion yet. (Does anyone really, though?) Other than that, he is really a sweet boy. And loves his sister dearly. And I love him dearly, it's just a phase, I know.
Dave and I are doing well too, I think. I know that the hospital or any doctor or Child Protective Services would be in utter disbelief if they knew this, but Clara sleeps in bed with us, so we actually get a lot of sleep. I honestly don't know how I would survive if she didn't! She just nurses when she needs to, and I can mostly just sleep through all such events. It's a pretty sweet deal and I know some people might think me a irresponsible mom, but it works for us. We did it with James, and I think he turned out all right.
This is my last week off work before going back next week, so I am going to try and treasure every moment. But I have high hopes and (I think) a good attitude going back to work. Wish me luck!
More updates to come soon, as I want to try to post more often and hopefully more regularly. Cross your fingers!
James, has been sick. And has a new sister. And is two. Suffice to say, he's been a little disobedient lately and taking more patience on my part to handle. Like, if I say no five times, I really mean no! I'm not kidding! He thinks I am, unfortunately. And, for being a predominantly not whiny boy, I am finding some whininess creep in. Like whining about having to eat dinner, or take a bath, or get in the car....etc. So I am being challenged as a parent with how to deal with it, and haven't really come to a conclusion yet. (Does anyone really, though?) Other than that, he is really a sweet boy. And loves his sister dearly. And I love him dearly, it's just a phase, I know.
Dave and I are doing well too, I think. I know that the hospital or any doctor or Child Protective Services would be in utter disbelief if they knew this, but Clara sleeps in bed with us, so we actually get a lot of sleep. I honestly don't know how I would survive if she didn't! She just nurses when she needs to, and I can mostly just sleep through all such events. It's a pretty sweet deal and I know some people might think me a irresponsible mom, but it works for us. We did it with James, and I think he turned out all right.
This is my last week off work before going back next week, so I am going to try and treasure every moment. But I have high hopes and (I think) a good attitude going back to work. Wish me luck!
More updates to come soon, as I want to try to post more often and hopefully more regularly. Cross your fingers!
2.17.2010
1.17.2010
one more month and the lame hippo.
And I'll finally get to meet my little girl! I am pretty excited. More exciting is I think I am about ready for her. I just need to wash her clothes and crib sheets and buy some more baby things (another car seat base and other boring things like that) and we'll be golden. I am ready to be done being pregnant, so it is good that it is only a month left!)
Also this past weekend has been adventurous, and not the weekend I was planning at all. Since Dave was going to be down in Kentucky doing manly things with his friend Nick, it was just going to be me and James which I was so excited for. I had some errands to run, wanted to do some things on the baby room, and wanted to do fun things with James like go out to lunch, take him to the Air Zoo, maybe stop by the train station, etc. However, enter Friday and everything changed. I slipped on ice and in trying to catch myself and not hurt my baby, I hurt myself. Pretty badly. I always considered myself to have a high pain tolerance (I survived a natural childbirth, to say the least..) and this hurt pretty bad. I pulled a muscle in my inner thigh (alright, alright, the groin, but I think that's an awful word and sounds like an injury that only boys should get) and was in a lot of pain. I couldn't walk unless I was leaning against something and even so, I would moan or cry with each step. It was bad, no position was comfortable! Luckily, I got myself some good medicine and after a weekend of icing and heating and resting and doing none of the things that I had originally planned, I am starting to feel better. I still walk with a limp and the only thing I can think of is that I look like a lame hippo. Literally lame with my limp and hippo because well, I'm hugely pregnant. So that all to say, I asked for your prayers for continued healing and that this doesn't affect any upcoming childbirthing that might be in my future.
James has been great though. He knows all his ABC's, numbers, and characters in Thomas the train. He talks alot and has gotten to be very polite. (When I bring him his tray of food for lunch he says, " Tank too Momma." Translation: Thank you Mama). He really says thank you all the time, at the appropriate times too. On the flip side, his other favorite thing to says is "Oh Trap." Translation: Oh Crap! when something bad happens. I don't know where he picked it up, but it is sorta cute and hard not to laugh when he says it. But I try to ignore it and hope that it just fades with time. He's super excited about his baby sister, knows that her name is Clara, and declares that she'll play trains with him when she's out of Momma's tummy. He also recently transitioned to his big boy bed which has gone perfectly well. I really thought it would be harder, but luckily there have been no wake ups at 3 am to him playing with his toys. If he does wake up, we just walk him back to bed and that's it. Thank you Lord!
So things are looking up in the Hocker household. I just really can't wait for my hubby to get home. not just because he has been doing bath time duty lately so I don't have to bend over, but because I miss him. Two year old hugs are good for the soul, but nothing beats a hug from my man. Amen.
(Also, James is going to be two in about three weeks! Gah!)
Also this past weekend has been adventurous, and not the weekend I was planning at all. Since Dave was going to be down in Kentucky doing manly things with his friend Nick, it was just going to be me and James which I was so excited for. I had some errands to run, wanted to do some things on the baby room, and wanted to do fun things with James like go out to lunch, take him to the Air Zoo, maybe stop by the train station, etc. However, enter Friday and everything changed. I slipped on ice and in trying to catch myself and not hurt my baby, I hurt myself. Pretty badly. I always considered myself to have a high pain tolerance (I survived a natural childbirth, to say the least..) and this hurt pretty bad. I pulled a muscle in my inner thigh (alright, alright, the groin, but I think that's an awful word and sounds like an injury that only boys should get) and was in a lot of pain. I couldn't walk unless I was leaning against something and even so, I would moan or cry with each step. It was bad, no position was comfortable! Luckily, I got myself some good medicine and after a weekend of icing and heating and resting and doing none of the things that I had originally planned, I am starting to feel better. I still walk with a limp and the only thing I can think of is that I look like a lame hippo. Literally lame with my limp and hippo because well, I'm hugely pregnant. So that all to say, I asked for your prayers for continued healing and that this doesn't affect any upcoming childbirthing that might be in my future.
James has been great though. He knows all his ABC's, numbers, and characters in Thomas the train. He talks alot and has gotten to be very polite. (When I bring him his tray of food for lunch he says, " Tank too Momma." Translation: Thank you Mama). He really says thank you all the time, at the appropriate times too. On the flip side, his other favorite thing to says is "Oh Trap." Translation: Oh Crap! when something bad happens. I don't know where he picked it up, but it is sorta cute and hard not to laugh when he says it. But I try to ignore it and hope that it just fades with time. He's super excited about his baby sister, knows that her name is Clara, and declares that she'll play trains with him when she's out of Momma's tummy. He also recently transitioned to his big boy bed which has gone perfectly well. I really thought it would be harder, but luckily there have been no wake ups at 3 am to him playing with his toys. If he does wake up, we just walk him back to bed and that's it. Thank you Lord!
So things are looking up in the Hocker household. I just really can't wait for my hubby to get home. not just because he has been doing bath time duty lately so I don't have to bend over, but because I miss him. Two year old hugs are good for the soul, but nothing beats a hug from my man. Amen.
(Also, James is going to be two in about three weeks! Gah!)
11.21.2009
new moon and other ponderings...
I saw New Moon a Friday at midnight and loved it. Now, some of you might send me scorn and disbelief with your thoughts, and some might give me a pat on the back. But I liked it. And I want to see it again. I have no shame in saying that! It just seems that everyone has such strong opinions on this whole franchise it's ridiculous. The books were a fun read. The movies are progressively getting better. And that's what I think! But I have read comments that people have left on the movie and they are pretty intense and hateful or over the top in love with this. I don't get it, why such the argument? People get pretty fired up it seems! Well, my stance is I like this series and and the movies. And I will continue to. So judge me as you may!
In other news, life has been great. Last weekend Dave and I, for the first time in 21 months, had two night sans a child. We went away to Ludington, Michigan, a cute little beach town up north. We stayed a the Candelight Inn, a bed and breakfast right in downtown. It was so nice to get away, and not have to worry about much of anything. We even watched three whole movies in the weekend! I don't know the last time that has happened! It was by this pretty sweet state park as well, so we went on some hikes, which is so good for the soul. This Californian girl definitely misses her mountains!
James is of course, growing quite handsomely. He's speaking alot, and making a lot of sentences. One of my favorite is , "Oh No! Yellow lid fall ground!" when of course, he dropped the yellow lid to his marker. So fun. He's currently loving trains, and more specifically, Thomas the Train Engine. Me, I can take or leave that character. Not so with James. We mostly have to take one or all of his trains in the car with us whenever we go somewhere. He's starting to make little friends, and asks about them when they are not around. ("Eba sick! Kiss...." "Dabid go??" translation: "Eva's sick, I should go kiss her!" "Where'd David go? I still want to play with him...) He's just all around great. I feel so blessed to have him. He makes me smile all the time. And though it was nice getting away this past weekend, I felt I wasn't getting away from him, just the responsibilities of him, if that makes sense. (Washing trays, changing diapers, wiping boog).
I am also so excited to have it be Christmas. I really could have my house decorated right now if it weren't for Thanksgiving, though I am anticipating eating a lot of food come Thursday. I got all my Christmas money so I can go Christmas shopping, I want to decorate cookies and I want to see sugar plum fairies in my dream. Oh, to see the world through red and green glasses. Only one more week!
We've also been feeling our baby girl alot, which is so sweet. Last night, Dave and I were watching the Proposal (another good one!) and his hand was on my tummy, and literally, I thought she was trying to find another way out. It was real sweet for Dave though, a good connection for him and his daughter! I forget how many weeks I am, 28? 26? Who knows... (Lauren?? I bet she does...) but I am starting to feel big. Realizing that I have about 12+ weeks to go only makes me feel bigger! We've also been blessed with a lot of clothes for her from different people, which I am so grateful for. About 2 months ago, we only had two little outfits! But now, I think we can survive the first couple months. Thank you all! That's the one downside of having a different sexed (?) baby the next time around, you can't just pass on the same clothes. I won't have my girl wearing a Lightning McQueen shirt, thank you very much. Bring on the ballet slippers!
In other news, life has been great. Last weekend Dave and I, for the first time in 21 months, had two night sans a child. We went away to Ludington, Michigan, a cute little beach town up north. We stayed a the Candelight Inn, a bed and breakfast right in downtown. It was so nice to get away, and not have to worry about much of anything. We even watched three whole movies in the weekend! I don't know the last time that has happened! It was by this pretty sweet state park as well, so we went on some hikes, which is so good for the soul. This Californian girl definitely misses her mountains!
James is of course, growing quite handsomely. He's speaking alot, and making a lot of sentences. One of my favorite is , "Oh No! Yellow lid fall ground!" when of course, he dropped the yellow lid to his marker. So fun. He's currently loving trains, and more specifically, Thomas the Train Engine. Me, I can take or leave that character. Not so with James. We mostly have to take one or all of his trains in the car with us whenever we go somewhere. He's starting to make little friends, and asks about them when they are not around. ("Eba sick! Kiss...." "Dabid go??" translation: "Eva's sick, I should go kiss her!" "Where'd David go? I still want to play with him...) He's just all around great. I feel so blessed to have him. He makes me smile all the time. And though it was nice getting away this past weekend, I felt I wasn't getting away from him, just the responsibilities of him, if that makes sense. (Washing trays, changing diapers, wiping boog).
I am also so excited to have it be Christmas. I really could have my house decorated right now if it weren't for Thanksgiving, though I am anticipating eating a lot of food come Thursday. I got all my Christmas money so I can go Christmas shopping, I want to decorate cookies and I want to see sugar plum fairies in my dream. Oh, to see the world through red and green glasses. Only one more week!
We've also been feeling our baby girl alot, which is so sweet. Last night, Dave and I were watching the Proposal (another good one!) and his hand was on my tummy, and literally, I thought she was trying to find another way out. It was real sweet for Dave though, a good connection for him and his daughter! I forget how many weeks I am, 28? 26? Who knows... (Lauren?? I bet she does...) but I am starting to feel big. Realizing that I have about 12+ weeks to go only makes me feel bigger! We've also been blessed with a lot of clothes for her from different people, which I am so grateful for. About 2 months ago, we only had two little outfits! But now, I think we can survive the first couple months. Thank you all! That's the one downside of having a different sexed (?) baby the next time around, you can't just pass on the same clothes. I won't have my girl wearing a Lightning McQueen shirt, thank you very much. Bring on the ballet slippers!
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