I'm back! (Hopefully...!)

Ahhhhh. It's very comforting to see the Blogger interface again... =)

I didn't mean to take a break from blogging... it just kind of happened. Didn't have anything to say... then didn't have time... then didn't have the energy... then it's been so long, so it better be good... then no time... then BAM! It's been months since my last post! (A post which has been described to me as NOT an okay post to end on. The contents of a dog's vomit does not equal closure.)

So here I am. Slowly coming out of the fog of sleep deprivation. Isaac is many wonderful things. I can't even explain how much I not only love him, but ENJOY him. Every day I get to wake up and be his mommy all over again. Still can't get over that.

However. Our little one is not a good sleeper. Never has been. First it was the newborn thing. You expect not to sleep, so it's hard, but manageable. Then it was the reflux. That really, really sucked. I'm really only beginning to understand now just how traumatic it was. Then... I don't know. Just plain no sleep.

Finally, I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Don't get me wrong! I haven't been living in despair these past 8 months. Quite the opposite. They've been the happiest 8 months of my life. But, I'm finding that happy and fully functioning don't always go together. Blogging was one of the many things that I let slide because I was in survival mode.

If all goes well and I continue to get more sleep and can keep more than one or two things in my mind at a time, I will be posting again. For now, I will leave you with a few pictures of the love(s) of my life.

Oh Cody.

What do baby socks and a ten dollar bill have in common?

They have both been spotted in Cody's puke during the past week.

(Just in case you're curious, we rescued the ten dollar bill but cut our losses with the socks)

It Wasn't So Bad

Guess where I went today? Work! Yep. For eight whole hours!

And it wasn't that bad. =)

I was lucky to have almost three months home with Isaac. It was like nothing I've ever experienced before. Sweet, difficult, nerve-wracking, cozy, cabin fever-y, frustrating, exhausting, dreamy. Would you believe me if I said it's already almost one big blur?!

The anticipation of going back to work was much worse than actually going back. In reality, it was... comfortable. The substitute teacher and my teaching assistants did a SUPERB job while I was gone! Although I thought about Isaac throughout the day, I did not worry about him one little bit. He will be spending the days with one of his doting grandmas and I can't even describe the peace of mind this gives me.

Plus I know that each day I get to come home to my smiley (or screaming. I'm sure we'll have those days too) little boy, spastic dog, and husband who's the greatest partner I could ever ask for. Life is good.

Because It's Been Awhile

Here are a few quick pictures from the past couple weeks.


Isaac and his great grandma. Isaac's cousin calls her "G.G." I think we'll do that too... it's adorable!


Isaac, Cousin Shay, and G.G.


Isaac wearing big boy pants


Sleeping at the apple orchard


Too cute for words


At the dog park with my two boys


Fall day

The Moment We Knew

Obviously life has changed. I haven't slept for more than three hours in a row (and that only happened once. A blissful flukey nap) since July 20th. When I curl my hair I smell burning formula. I feel everything more intensely than ever before. It blows my mind that Jonathan and I are in charge of helping Isaac become a strong, compassionate, intelligent and (most importantly) happy person.

But with all of that said, I don't think it had really sunk in until this past Sunday night. Isaac was sleeping and Jonathan and I were watching the movie Hangover. We'd seen it before... pre-Isaac. Both of us thought it was funny, entertaining, etc, etc. Still do. But we noticed something completely different this time around, through the parent lens.

If you've seen it, do you remember the baby they find in a closet? And the baby waited until morning to cry? Remember how they carry the baby around in a front carrier all day and she's blissfully happy? Never needing to change positions or nap? And how they never feed her? And she's happy? And then they put an adult seat belt on her with no car seat? And leave her in the car alone with the windows cracked? And she watches bad guys bash their car in? I KNOW it's just a stupid movie, but I kept going back and forth between rolling my eyes ("Yeah right. THAT would never fly.") and wanting to reach into the tv and take care of this fake baby. And I wasn't the only one. Jonathan kept exclaiming over the way they were treating her. Realizing how different our movie experience was this time around, Jonathan said "Wow, it really is different when you have a kid!"

I guess you know it's for real when you watch a movie that's supposed to be about binge drinking, bachelor parties, and debauchery and all you can say is "But that poor baby!"