Happy Birthday, Best Friend

01.3.2005 | 8:30 am | Uncategorized, Breastfeeding, Natural Pregnancy & Birthing, Breast Cancer, Infertility/Miscarriage, Writings, Philip

Today is my husband’s birthday. He was born January 3, 1973 and was adopted by his loving parents around two months later. I’m so glad he was given life and that he ended up where he did, so that our lives crossed so early on. He is an amazing man, and I love him dearly. I want him to know how much, so here I’ve compiled a short list of….

101 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT PHILIP:
(I hope you’ll take time to read them all because it took me terribly long to write them all out! LOL! And hey, I added pictures to make it even more fun!)

1 • He’s the kindest, sweetest, and most genuine person I’ve ever known.
2 • He has the utmost dedication to me and to our family.
3 • He thinks I’m beautiful, and while I’ll never believe I am, I believe that he thinks so.
4 • His aversion to most things mainstream. He’s my fellow non-conformist.
5 • He doesn’t ever judge me for my failures, however miserable they may be.
6 • He is the most honest person alive. I trust him, period. People have said to me, “aw, of course he tells you ________….do you think he’d really tell you the truth?” and it makes me so sad for them that they don’t know the beauty and simplicity of a transparent relationship. It also makes me wary of ever believing a word they say! Ha!
7 • He is very intelligent. I’d always hoped to marry a man who was smarter than me, and he fits the bill. LOL!
8 • He’s just darn cute. I’ve thought that ever since the 9th grade.
10 • He went with me to all but two of my prenatal visits, and I had around 35 of them! Yes, 35. Believe it.
11 • ….and he always went with a smile, and plenty of support for me.
12 • Speaking of support, he has been my “rock” for over 10 years now. Dunno where I’d be today without him in my life. Mighty lonely, I’m sure.
13 • He’s been my best friend for 14 years.
14 • He always sees the best in me, even when I’m just an awful person to be around.
15 • He rarely gets mad, and when he does, it’s usually not at me.
16 • He has never yelled at me. Not even once.
17 • He’s never said or done anything to deliberately hurt me.
18 • When he has said or done something that hurt me, though not intentional, he’s always apologized anyway.
19 • Did I mention he’s the most easy-going person on the planet?
20 • And patient. He’s the most gentle, patient man I’ve ever known.
21 • He gets a great 5 o’clock shadow, and he even gets it before 5 o’clock!
22 • While he used to curse here & there, he hasn’t done so in years.
23 • And he gently scolds me when I let one slip every now & then.
24 • He is a GREAT dad.
25 • He loves me in that beautiful 1 Corinthians 13 kind of way.
26 • He inspires me to do the same for him (though I fail miserably every day).
27 • He knows the REAL me, and yet, he loves me anyway.
28 • He can draw anything you ask him to, and very quickly too!
29 • He’s creative like me (much more so actually), and we love to do artistic projects together.
30 • He never complains about changing diapers.
31 • He’s changed more diapers than I have!
32 • He’s had some pretty cool hairstyles. Here are examples of the Skater (circa 1988) and the Freshman Grunge (circa 1991)

33• His incredible sense of humor….dark, silly, and often misunderstood. In other words, perfect.
34 • When Gray was a newborn and waking up every 2 hours at night, he would get him, change him, bring him to me to nurse, and then put him back to sleep for me. Every time. And if Gray wouldn’t go back to sleep, he would stay up with him and let me sleep.
35 • During those early weeks, when everyone around me was pressuring me to give in at night and use a bottle/formula, he was the one who, knowing I wanted to succeed at breastfeeding with all my heart, encouraged me to stick it out and not give in, no matter how tired I was.
36 • He reads to Gray and plays one-on-one with him every night.
37 • He’s always playing some sort of joke on me, scaring me, or just making life altogether FUN!
38 • He’s a good substitute for a girlfriend! I can chat with him all night about clothes, hairstyles, music, decorating, even makeup….and he listens eagerly and even participates with his own thoughts and observations!
39 • But he’s not gay ! Haha!
40 • He loves the movie Spinal Tap (as do I).  How could I not love a man who has such discerning taste in humor?
41 • When God spoke to my heart repeatedly in 2002 that I would have a child within the following year, he believed me and he put his faith alongside mine, that it would happen.
42 • When I found out I was pregnant for the first time (Jan.2003), he got misty-eyed along with me.
43 • When I had the miscarriage 6 days later, he pulled me onto his lap and let me cry the most bitter tears I’ve ever shed.
44 • He continued to believe for me that I would have a child that year, just as God had said–even when my faith was shattered and I couldn’t believe anymore.
45 • He rejoiced when I found out I was pregnant again two and a half months later.
46 • He understood when I told him I was too scared to rejoice with him.
47 • He held me together during the roller-coaster first trimester, when there was a terrifying new episode of bleeding every week or so.
48 • Every time miscarriage threatened, he would fast and pray, beseeching God to protect our tiny, helpless baby.
49 • He would often get on his knees at my bedside, praying as I slept, for the threat to pass. And it always did.
50 • When the preterm contractions began at 20 weeks, he began doing #48 & 49 again.
51 • When I was put on bedrest for the next 2 1/2 months, he did every single bit of the housework and cooking, and he never complained.
52 • He cheered me up & kept me company during that time, because I felt so isolated and hurt by the surprising lack of support I received.
53 • When I got huge and terribly uncomfortable, he began sleeping on a mat on the floor by the bed, so I could have the bed to myself and my mountains of pillows.
54 • When I began snoring because I was so huge, he didn’t complain…he just moved his mat into the adjoining bedroom and slept there.
55 • He loves the movie Sling Blade, and loves to recite word for word scenes with me.
56 • He & I share the mysterious belief that “strange things are afoot at the Circle K”
57 • He never thought of me as “used” or “bad” because I’d been married & divorced.
58 • He’s a great writer.
59 • He never doubted that I could handle labor & childbirth without medical intervention.
60 • He reminded me not to listen when people gasped in horror at the idea and/or told me I would never be able to do it.
61 • He was the best labor partner I could’ve asked for.
62 • He made me laugh out loud when I was 9 centimeters dilated.
63 • He held my head up for me when I was pushing!
64 • I was able to do it all natural and nonmedicated, thanks to his help & support.
65 • He told me afterward how proud he was of me. I don’t think he realizes how much that statement meant to me (hope he does now!).
66 • He works so hard to provide for me and Grayson.
67 • He is a man of integrity.
68 • When I complain that I’ve lost my size 3 body, he says, “I don’t see a thing on you that I don’t like!”
69 • He fluffs my pillow every night for me before I get into bed.
70 • I saw a pair of soft, luxurious black lounge socks at Target and loved them, but I wouldn’t buy them because I knew we couldn’t afford something that wasn’t a necessity. He bought them for me for Christmas. **sniff**
71 • He doesn’t practice the legalism that many Christians are steeped in.
72 • He’s a great Scrabble partner. We get very serious about our Scrabble games.
73 • When he clips his toenails, he does it over a garbage can so as not to make a mess.
74 • He cleans the hair out of the shower drain for me (I’m loose-hair-phobic).
75 • He was stunned with me when I was told I had breast cancer when I was 28.
76 • Then he helped me to be strong, and to have faith and courage!
77 • He never blinked when we found out I needed to have a mastectomy.
78 • He helped me to find the best surgical team in the country to do the job.
79 • He was by my side for every surgery and every grueling recovery.
80 • He emptied my drain tubes that were inserted into various spots on my body, and he said it wasn’t gross.
81 • He loves me just the way I am, post-surgery!
82 • He thought the crazy hallucinations I had while on Morphine & Percocet were hilarious (they were!).
83 • He’s the best road-trip partner I’ve ever had. We’ve travelled many, many exciting miles together.
84 • He took me to Niagara Falls. Twice.
85 • He hated living in New York, just like I did.
86 • Yet, he’s glad for the experiences we shared and the friendships we forged while there. Just like I am.
87 • He (honestly) defends me when others attack me.
88 • He does dead-on impersonations of nearly everyone we know, and many that we don’t.
89 • He makes up hilarious quirky characters and entertains me (and anyone else who’ll listen) for hours.
90 • He often plays “20 questions” with me when we go on walks.
91 • He’s a die-hard cynic, just like me.
92 • He showed me that not all men look at women inappropriately.
93 • He’s a dedicated husband, both outwardly as well as in his heart.
94 • He loves politics and debate.
95 • He lets me listen to Rick Springfield and silly 80’s hair bands like Poison without too many teasing comments.
96 • I honestly think one of his foremost goals in life is to see me completely happy and to make me feel loved.
97 • He loves God with his whole being, and he has a secure and close relationship with him.
98 • I believe that he strives daily to be the man, the husband, and the father that God has called him to be.
99 • He’s brilliantly talented. If only he could have a salary to match his talent, we’d never want for anything again!
100 • He is everything I dreamed of in a husband and friend!
101 • I’m just REALLY glad he doesn’t go around looking like THIS anymore!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHILIP!


The Adventures of Honk-n-Poop

01.2.2005 | 10:33 am | Uncategorized, Daily Life, Gray Matters

We went out of town yesterday to enjoy the New Year’s Day meal with Philip’s parents and his sister, plus we had yet to exchange Christmas gifts. We ate spare ribs (yummy), along with black-eyed peas for good luck. Philip hates black-eyed peas, but we all made him eat one pea, so that he wouldn’t be jinxed for the year. Ch’yah! So far that good luck has eluded us…LOL…
We stayed the afternoon and left around 6PM, which is usually Gray’s dinnertime. The drive home is an hour long, so we decided I’d drive and Philip would sit in the back with Gray and feed him. I was paranoid about driving that long stretch of two-lane highway at night (people are always passing and I’m also terrified of drunk drivers when Gray’s in the car), so we decided to take the interstate for the bulk of the trip; it’s only a few miles out of the way.
Gray went through 2 jars of food and was just finishing up a container of yogurt when I exited the interstate (for my local readers, we exited at SR 87 which connects to US 90). I was just pulling onto the highway that would lead us into town (US 90), when Philip says, “OH NO!“, and then I could hear Gray throwing up. He puked all over himself and his carseat, and then he started screaming. There was nowhere to pull over for a while since we were still in the middle of nowhere, but we finally came to a convenience store, where I parked and we attempted to clean the bulk of the puke off of him. He was totally back to his happy self at this point! The car smelled really gross, though. He’s not sick, so we figure it was the combo of eating a ton, and getting bounced around so much while we were on the bumpy interstate.
We finally made it home and took him straight to the kitchen sink to be bathed. I’d had him in the water for only a minute when I started smelling a poopy smell. I passed it off as gas and kept bathing him, but I just kept smelling it. Then I noticed the water was looking really c l o u d y. I thought, “NO WAY has he done a BTP!” He’s NEVER done one before! “BTP” is a term my mom’s group coined: “Bath Tub Poop”. Several of our babies have done it–but not Grayson–er, well, up until now. I reached into the cloudy water and my hand felt…a piece of poo. Floating. BTP!!! Only in our case, it was “KSP”–Kitchen Sink Poop! LOL
We let the water out and several little poos settled into the drain strainer. Philip kept them in the strainer and tossed ‘em out the back door (I’m sure Reagan has eaten them all by now).
So we’ve now had our first BTP. And add to it our first Car Seat Puke (”CSP”?)! Little Gray had two firsts in one night!
I guess he wanted to start the New Year off with a bang. Philip called it a “honk-n-poop”. Hahaha.
After he went to bed, I got to stay up & clean the carseat. It wasn’t too bad. The first thing we did when we got home was call our friend Amy to ask how she cleans hers (she’s had some experience with CSP! LOL). I can say the Evenflo Triumph carseat cleans up pretty easily! The only hard part was getting the thick yogurty-puke-paste out of that round latch; I had to use a toothbrush, but it came clean.
I hate that Gray had to experience the actual puking part, because it makes him cry. But other than that, the whole crazy night was really quite funny! We were worn out from laughing at all the grossities (is that a word?). Having Gray in our life might be exhausting at times, but boy does he make everything–even puke and poop–so much more enjoyable!
He fits so perfectly with us.

Today’s mood: cheerful


New Year’s Gripe

01.1.2005 | 10:43 am | Daily Life, Ranting

It’s 2005…seems like I was just here…
I’m so miserably tired. Gray was asleep by 9:00 last night, and I planned to hit the sack at around 10pm, right after I finished my last entry.
But the drunken rednecks nearby thought it would be a lovely time to start their end-of-the-year fireworks extravaganza. Woohoo.
It’s official: I hate fireworks. I will never again voluntarily view them or listen to them.
Thanks to the Sheriff’s department’s speedy response, the fireworks ended just before midnight. Yes, I am a fireworks-fun-spoiler. But do these people not realize there are hundreds (thousands?) of people around them who are not interested in hearing explosions all night long?
Luckily Grayson slept through it all, with only a little blip where he blinked awake & stood, but I laid him back down and he sailed on back to sleep. He went on to sleep 11 hrs, until 8AM. I however, woke promptly before 6AM and couldn’t go back to sleep for anything. It was too warm and stuffy in the house, but still to cool to run the a/c.
So this morning, I’m about 4 hrs short on sleep, I’m horribly cranky, and I have a headache that’s as bad as if I’d spent the night out partying.
I have a fireworks hangover.
And I’m off to take my nap.
Bah Humbug!