Saturday, August 29, 2009

... opposite of CONgress...

For a week now we've had some new friends hanging at the house during the day. They keep rigorous, tiring hours arriving no later than 10 am and leaving by 4 with approximately an hour and a half lunch break thrown in. They are the construction crew. I really can't complain though, they are doing a great job and say they're on schedule to be finished with the basement by Friday! They are courteous and occasionally take a lunch break at nap time (although Cannon slept through an entire hour of jackhammering in the floor on Saturday).



So, now that our dining room chairs (that I desperately want to reupholster...) adorn the fireplace, effectively blocking Cannon from climbing on top and Little People and cars constantly clutter the living room floor I am SO ready for this new basement to be finished! I am so excited for us to have more space to play that is kid friendly where we don't have to put gates all over the place or use our rarely sat in chairs as a force field.
Here's a look at the progress so far.

The Best part? In a week, our 'friends' will leave and we'll have a new basement!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Define 'grown-up'...

Last week a good friend from high school who is only 1 month younger than I am (you know, the kind of friend who even though you rarely talk and even more rarely see each other you know that when you do see each other it will feel exactly the same as it did in high school?) posted on Facebook (my number one social networking addiction) how much she enjoyed reading the blog and hearing about my 'grown up' life. I love hearing that people read the blog and love this new outlet to share stories, pictures, and philosophies.

Now, onto her calling me a 'grown-up'.

This is the second time in the last few months I've been referred to as a 'grown-up'. The first time was in music class with Cannon when they sang 'wave goodbye to grown-ups to grown-ups to grown-ups...' and I know for a fact I looked to a friend on my left and said, 'is she singing about us?'.

My parents are grown-ups. They drink tea. They read the New York Times. They enjoy classical music. They are perfectly content to sit in ABSOLUTE silence reading for hours. They most likely get their oil changed at exactly 3K miles and they have adult children (and a grandchild). They are for sure 'grown-ups'. But here's the thing, when I was a kid, they were 'grown-ups' then too. Crap.

So, when did we go from two crazy kids in love who stay out late and make bad decisions to 'grown-ups'? When we bought a house? Got a dog? Had a baby? (Those are in order of occurrence, not importance of course!). I just don't feel like a 'grown-up'.

Maybe it's because my part time job is similar to a college work environment where the eff word is tossed around like balls at a baseball game and gossip runs rampant. Or maybe it's because although we have responsibilities, we still joke about stupid stuff and drink too much (on occasion... don't send me the steps or anything). A lot of our friends are parents like we are and I don't think of them as 'grown-ups'. (The more I type it the more it sounds like a four letter word.)

I mean we both have careers. My friend who called me a 'grown-up' has a career too. We are in a committed relationship, so is my friend (in fact her relationship spans more than a decade now). We have a dog, so does my friend. We have a baby (almost a toddler, tear). There it is. When you have a baby, you must become a 'grown-up'. Huh. I wonder who of my parent or soon to be parent friends feel like 'grown-ups'.

Well here's the thing. I am flattered that my high school friend reads the blog and I guess she's calling a spade a spade. I just hope being classified as a 'grown-up' doesn't mean I'm no longer cool (unravel that double negative).

The Best part? Someday my friend will be a grown up too and then we can go to the cafeteria for dinner at 4:30 and play Bridge together.

Love you E.H.. :)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Not Me Monday

Following a fellow blogger I thought I'd make today "Not Me Monday". I can't make it a weekly thing but today there are definitely things I need to absolve myself from responsibility for... :)

It was NOT me who got fruit out of the fridge last night and didn't close the door all the way. Therefore it is NOT my fault all of our food is spoiled this morning.

And, it was not me who let Cannon walk around the entire house with two fist fulls and a mouth full of goldfish--modern day breadcrumbs-- letting Tucker, our out of shape, slightly overweight dog, clean up after him.

And, it was NOT me who spilled powder formula all the way up the steps last night and then asked Dan to vacuum it up this morning--it was either that or let Tucker lick it up all day and that would require the dog to 'play' on the stairs.

And it is NOT me who just realized that I put laundry in the washer yesterday afternoon and just now remembered that it's still in there... requiring it to be washed again.

The Best part? It happens.... life goes on. :)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Drunk Dials...

It's 3:23 in the morning and the phone is ringing, downstairs. Dan runs into the office to check the computer to see who it is calling. It's my 23, almost 24, year old brother Ross. Something is wrong. Something must be wrong. We both run downstairs and miss his call. Never fear. Immediately Dan's cell phone starts ringing. I answer.

Before I can ask what's wrong, I hear noises from a crowded bar. I was going to answer with "are you ok? what's wrong?" and instead I answered with "Are you fucking kidding me?". "Coooorrrreeeeyyyyyy!!!!" he responds. "Are you really drunk dialing me right now?" I answer while I consider driving to St. Louis to kick his ass. "I am sitting next to a DePauw alum right now!" he exclaims. Ah, DePauw. It's a small liberal arts school. It's pretty well known in the midwest but not a familiar school on either coast. Roughly two thousand students attend and the school is well over 100 years old. Therefore, the number of alums that exist in the world is pretty large; especially in a city like St. Louis where DePauw is a popular choice for high school grads. He did not call us to tell us that he met President Obama or that he won the powerball. He called because he was sitting next to someone who attended the same university I did. This is no doubt a conversation he will not remember today. After I hung up on him, he proceeded to call back a few times. Knowing he wasn't dead or in jail, we ignored the calls. This morning, there is a voicemail. It's difficult to get the full effect in a text format so picture a 23 year old guy, most likely wearing a pink button down shirt and designer jeans, screaming into his blackberry in a crowded bar.

"Hey queerbo... I know you guys are married and got a fucking kid in a like a year and it's my fucking nephew but I don't give a shit dude. Pick your game up. It's fun to play. Let's plaaayyyyy."

We saved the message.

I am fairly certain it's been at least a couple years since my last middle of the night drunk dial. Sure, I may make a few calls after a bottle of wine on a weekend but most likely that call is placed around 9 pm, not 3am. In college these calls were frequent. Especially if we were all home on break like Thanksgiving or Christmas. I even recall some drunk emails being sent by myself or friends. One in particular ending in the phrase "this is painful...". I remember getting up in the morning and checking to see who I called the night before. Here's the thing, I didn't drunk dial Grandma. I drunk dialed my friends who were most likely drunk as well. So, while I'm flattered that Ross considers us 'not too old to drunk dial' I was compelled to send him an email this morning setting some parameters. Here's the email.

"Ross,
Please feel free to call us at 3:30 in the morning if you are:
a) on fire
b) in the back of a police cruiser
c) have won the lottery
Sitting next to a DePauw alum in a bar is not a reason to call the house phone and then various cell phones until someone answers. Here's why. BOTH Dan and I jumped out of bed when we saw it was you, ran downstairs, all the while trying to figure out how to wire money to the St. Louis County Jail to bail you out.
I am not sure if you remember your nephew Cannon. I know he is almost 1 and is basically self sufficient but we don't have the luxury of sleeping until noon which you will no doubt do today. Please save this email. That way the next time you're out and meet a DePauw alum, or a member of the Rolling Stones, or in your drunken haze, calling our house sounds like a good idea... you can refer to letters a, b, and c above.
OR maybe the best rule of thumb is to ask, 'would I call mom and dad right now?' if the answer is 'no', don't call us either.
Save your good stories for anytime after 7am (6am your time).
Thanks."

The Best part? Paybacks are hell.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Excuses... Excuses...

Dan always says "excuses are like assholes, everyone's got one". Think about it, it's true!

The guy who we hired to finish the basement called two days ago to tell us that our job would be delayed because he had to put his dog to sleep. I want to believe him. I really do. But, the skeptic in me (partially due to what I do for a living... or sort of a living) doesn't buy it. Not for one second. Guess I don't really see how putting a pet to sleep puts a job 3 days behind. At last check he was going to start on Monday. I'm not holding my breathe.

For nearly the last three years we have paid monthly to belong to the gym. Joining the gym was one of those things we had to do and we had to do immediately when we joined. We couldn't wait for the new fancy place to open, we had to join and we had to join now. I went regularly until after my first trimester (when as I've mentioned before, I basically gave up being active and healthy and decided on being fat) and then I jumped right back in after Cannon was born. I was cool with it when he could hang in daycare in his carseat until the woman working in the daycare (woman is stretching it, she was clearly younger than 20) shared with me the following information:
She had just had a baby a month before me but her baby was only 5 pounds when he was born.
She was worried she was pregnant again because she had sex with her boyfriend and the condom broke.

Let me be very clear, this person was not a friend. I had never met her before. I walked in, said hello, and this is the conversation we had. Enter excuse not to go to the gym.
Well, I went on Friday and the woman in daycare was delightful and loved playing with Cannon. No excuse anymore.

I really think that having a baby gives you a constant excuse.

"I can't come to work, Cannon's sick." "The baby's sleeping, don't want to wake him up so I'm not going to vaccum." "Nope, didn't get a shower, too busy with the baby." (you know, the baby who naps twice a day). Here's the problem, the construction guy doesn't have a baby so he blamed the dog. I wonder how many dogs he has.

The Best part? Regardless of when it gets finished, it will be a wonderful place for us to play and it will lower the number of hazards on the living room floor.

Friday, August 21, 2009

This S*#t is Bananas

Every morning. An entire banana. Devoured.

Smotherhood

So a friend lent me a book in October. Yes, nearly a year ago. I started reading it on maternity leave and then stopped. No reason just no time or too much time devoted to American Idol, Intervention, and Desperate Housewives. Anyway, I picked it up yesterday and started reading again.

The book is called Smotherhood and it's written by a working mother who happens to work as a television news reporter! I am far from a book reviewer (my friend Meggie is an expert) but I love the way this woman writes and tells stories. She's witty, clever, funny and relatable.

I returned to the gym after a long hiatus due to their childcare situation (and my own general distaste for the gym we belong to, damn contracts) and took the book with me. The chapter called 'No Guilt No Glory' made me laugh out loud.

So, without further adieu...

"Sure, there are those perfect mothers who never raise their voices or allow their children to eat sugar, but they're not my friends, so I don't really care what they think of me. For those women who think they are perfect, I have some advice. Let loose, go ahead, try it, you might like it. Throw the kids some chicken nuggets, let them stay up until ten, watch a PG movie with them. Let them wear cowboy boots to church. I promise they'll survive and so will you."

I know women like this. Notice, I said, 'know' them... not 'like' them. They are the same women who tell you that the only way to get a baby on a schedule is to do Babywise or to live your life by the clock. The same women who believe 'breast is best' and anyone who believes otherwise is wrong. They're the same women who offer unsolicited advice that only serves to boil my blood and make me want to stoop to that level. You know who they are. I come across them everyday but like Amanda Lamb (author of Smotherhood), I am not friends with them and don't really care what they think about me.

The Best part? I think I may actually finish this book!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Saturday night fever...

There was a time, not all that long ago when Saturday nights consisted of copious amounts of alcohol, perhaps a few cigarettes, and possibly even a need to piece things together the next morning or afternoon, whenever we got out of bed.

This was the scene at the Best house this Saturday night.
Eight 'grown ups'. Two two year olds. Two one year olds. A 3 month old. A golden retriever. 752 Little People (the toys, not the Roloffs). Half a dozen bottles of wine. Several beers and some whiskey. As soon as the clock hit 8:00 every child in the room started crying. Hilarious.

The Best part? It was a blast!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Counting the days...

Cannon will be 1 in less than a month.
There are a lot of things I'm looking forward to about this birthday.
Is it bad that in the top 10 are the following?:
  • Gaining back the counter space we've lost for the last year to a very hip, very useful bottle drying rack.
  • Saving about 100$ a month on formula!

Of course celebrating him and a year of his life is what we're most looking forward to but the two things listed above are pretty exciting too! :)
The Best part? Milk is cheap.

Friday, August 14, 2009

New ears!

Surgery was a breeze this morning. Cincinnati's Children's Hospital Liberty campus is gorgeous, brand new, and everyone was wonderful. There were plenty of toys to play with and Cannon did great despite not eating anything all morning. By far, the hardest part was holding him while they put him under. Tough to describe watching your baby go to sleep in your arms like that and then being wheeled away so that drew a few tears from me. But, literally 5 minutes after they took him away the doctor came in, told us it went great and that he was in recovery!

Cannon and Daddy are napping now. He's teething something fierce right now too so sleep has been hard to come by.

The Best part? Hopefully no more ear infections and surgery was cake! We are so blessed.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

More than 8 hours is overrated... seriously.

Before Cannon was born everyone, I mean EVERYONE said 'rest now, you'll need it later' or 'enjoy your sleep while you can cause you won't for the next 18 years'. Maybe we're lucky or maybe we're dilusional (it's probably a combination of the 2) but I never really felt exhausted in the weeks after he was born. I mean sure, there were days where a nap would have been nice but I think the newness of a new baby made the exhaustion go away. But, I also think that habits we got into when he was younger (cause he's practically a teenager now) need to be broken.

I really think that waking up before the alarm clock is one of the most awful feelings ever. If it's just minutes before the alarm you just lay there, waiting. If it's an hour you have to decide what to do. I lay there and think "I should get up and get on the treadmill" or "what's going on today" or "Cannon needs diapers at school, how will I remember that in an hour when I get up?". Every morning last week Dan and I both woke up well before the alarm and it got me thinking. We are usually in bed by 10 so maybe, just maybe, waking up before the alarm is our bodies' way of saying 'umm, hello? you're not 60, 7 or 8 hours of sleep is just fine... consider pushing the bed time back just a tad.' Of course, this later bed time is going to bite us in the ass today and tomorrow because Cannon's sick so he slept terribly last night and tonight we have to wake him up twice to feed him before six so he's not starving by surgery time.

The surgery. It's tomorrow. It's minor, just tubes in the ears. I'm nervous but I think that's normal. 10 minutes in and out and hopefully no more earaches. We'll take a few small positive thoughts and prayers. Now if only they could pull his poor teeth in while they're doing it!

The Best part? By tomorrow at this time, we'll all be home and napping :)

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Weekend Wanderings...

Weekend started with Cannon's pre-op physical. He's getting tubes in his ears to help with the seemingly perpetual ear infections we've been battling since January (since he went into daycare... a whole other host of mommy guilt associated with that). He finally broke the 20 pound mark (20lbs, 5oz) but I am sure he's not going to be the normal baby who triples his birth weight by a year (he would have to gain 4 pounds in a month!). Doc said all looks good and he's ready for surgery. It's on Friday so I have all week to worry about that. Everyone says it's super fast and that it helps so much but that doesn't make holding your baby while they put him to sleep any easier. The benefits will be huge in the long run. I hate that we've had to put him on antibiotics once a month since January.

Summer temperatures came back so we were able to take Cannon to the pool without his little lips turning blue! The city of Florence has a fabulous family swim center where most of the pool is only 2 feet deep! There's a lazy river and a water fountain area, it's way cool for the kiddos.


Saturday night we went to the Florence Freedom game with two other families. It's our local frotnier league baseball team. The games are cheap. The beer is cheap. There is TONS for the kids to do and baseball to boot! They have a lawn area where you just bring a blanket and pay five bucks a ticket and just hang out. They only have one more Saturday night game this season so we're planning on being there!


We decided this weekend to fininsh the basement! We got 5 bids and think we've found the perfect fit. We're going to just finish it into a big rec room/ playroom and a half bath. One half of the basement will remain storage and the other part will be kid central! Dan and I moved ALL of our stuff to the one side yesterday which was quite the undertaking and we picked out the bathroom fixtures and carpet today. The guy we are hiring says he can do it in 2 weeks so maybe, just maybe by Cannon's birthday it will be done! So exciting!



The Best part? This time next week we'll be ear infection worry free! (Hopefully!)



Friday, August 7, 2009

Process This....

For the second time in 4 years, I used the food processor. The first time was in 2005 when we were living in Madisonville, got a wild hair, and decided to make salsa. I forgot how cool this thing is! This time, I decided to make pesto. This was not an impulse decision. Another blogger posted a recipe I thought sounded yum and so I decided to give it a shot (recipe to follow). Here's the thing about pesto, if you like it you can eat it on almost anything! Chicken... tuna steaks... pasta...

So, this was the second time with the food processor (took me 20 minutes to figure out that I had the lid on backwards... doesn't work if the lid's on backwards) and the first time with (gasp) canned chicken. I don't know why I'd never used it before... probably because my mom never used it so it was unfamiliar territory. I think I was nervous because I don't do tuna fish in the can. I can't stand the smell and have never gotten past it. I was a bit scheeved out by the selections at Walmart so elected for Sam's brand and was pleasantly surprised. It's definitely much easier than baking or grilling a bunch of chicken and then shredding it. And, it tastes pretty good too! I will for sure start using it to make chicken salad and stuff like that.

So, first the pesto recipe.
2 cups of fresh basil leaves (packed)
1/3 cup of pine nuts or walnuts (optional)
1 tablespoon of minced garlic (or 3 cloves)
1/2 (or a little less) cup of olive oil
1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese
salt and pepper to taste.

Put the basil leaves and pine nuts in the processor and pulse a few times. Add the garlic, pulse again. While pulsing, pour olive oil into the processor (stop to scrape sides of the bowl). Add cheese, pulse again until it's all well blended. Add salt and pepper to taste.
Pesto Chicken Pockets
10 ounces of shredded chicken
1/2 cup of sour cream (I used reduced fat, tasted fine)
Pesto
Crescent Rolls (I used reduced fat, tasted fine)

Mix chicken, sour cream, and pesto (depending on how strong you want it). Take the crescent roll triangle and make them into a square by putting two triangles together and mash the seam together. Place a scoop of the pesto chicken mixture in the middle and bring opposite corners of the crescent rolls together at the top. Bake according to directions on the crescent rolls. They were delish!



I have some left over pesto and I froze some (squeezed it into an ice cube tray and will take cubes out and put in a zip lock once they're frozen).


The Best part? Dan liked it a lot and I think even Cannon would have eaten it!

Chatterbox

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Days like this...

Before we had a baby I could not possibly imagine filling a day with things other than work. Now that I work three days a week, I find that I cram so much into the two days during the week that I don't work that by 8 at night I am exhausted! Here's what today looked like (you'll notice at no point did I get a shower):

Got up, made Cannon a bottle, changed his diaper, fed him the bottle in bed while watching the mornings headlines.
Came downstairs, fed him breakfast, sucked down some coffee.
Took Cannon to Walmart for groceries.
Got home in time to put Cannon down for his morning nap.
During the nap I put groceries away, cleaned the baseboards, vacuumed, dusted the bedroom and put laundry away.
After the nap we went to Sams, Meijer, and the liquor store.
Came home, had lunch with Dan.
Went to the car wash.
Home to feed Cannon a bottle and put him down.
During this nap I mowed the lawn and started making pesto.
Got him up and while he played I made pesto and worked on dinner.
We took a 3 mile walk (on the walk I mentally planned some big weekends we have coming up while holding a 'babbling conversation' with Cannon).
Came home, another bottle and more play.
Late afternoon naps don't come very often but one did today so I took it! While he slept I prepared dinner, then he got up, the guy came to give us an estimate on the basement. We had dinner, played for a bit then it was bath time and time for a bottle.

So I write all of that and then think of all my friends who will read it and roll their eyes (rightfully so) because they're juggling not one but TWO or THREE kids during a day!

And, what's even more interesting is that I was able to check my email and facebook page several times during the day... so I guess there's always room for more :)

The Best part? I am pretty sure I could juggle all of this with another baby or two and now that I was so productive, we can relax and enjoy the weekend!!!!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

random thoughts for a tuesday I wish was wednesday...

Cannon's fascination with the bathroom, in particular the toilet, is endearing. Hopefully it will come in handy when we're potty training. Right now, it usually involves Dan trying to use the restroom and Cannon fighting to get in to stand between his legs. I find it hilarious.

The more I read blogs the more I find people with cute nicknames for their family members. I guess it's to protect identities and be more private. Now I'm brainstorming. Mommy Reporter (however my job security hangs in the balance... so HR Guy's Wife might become more appropriate)... Mr. HR... MaGoots... I'm open to suggestions...

We have tomatoes this year. They're 'volunteers' or that's what Dan calls them. We grew them from seeds. And, by 'we grew them' I mean Dan threw some tomatoes on the side of the house.




When they started growing, I assumed they were weeds. They're not.


Which brings me to my favorite summer recipe. Paula Deen's Tomato Pie. I usually make it as a dip instead of a pie but it is amazing either way.


Ingredients:

4 tomatoes, peeled and sliced
10 fresh basil leaves, chopped
1/2 cup chopped green onion
1 (9-inch) prebaked deep dish pie shell
1 cup grated mozzarella
1 cup grated cheddar
1 cup mayonnaise
Salt and pepper

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Place the tomatoes in a colander in the sink in 1 layer. Sprinkle with salt and allow to drain for 10 minutes. (drying them with paper towels helps too)
Layer the tomato slices, basil, and onion in pie shell. Season with salt and pepper. Combine the grated cheeses and mayonnaise together. Spread mixture on top of the tomatoes and bake for 30 minutes or until lightly browned.
To serve, cut into slices and serve warm.

I make it as a dip in an 8 x 8 dish. Do NOT alter the amounts of cheese or mayo, it can get way greasy if you do.

They took pictures at school last week. It was a beach themed school picture session. You know, the drop canvas and a bucket set up... not my style. Yesterday when I dropped Cannon off they showed me the pictures. They're cute. However, everyone else remembered it was picture day and had their kiddos in beach gear. Cannon was in a polo and jeans at the beach. So here are the options to purchase pictures. The cheapest option gets you 8 4x6 prints (that they've already printed for you to check out) and a CD of the pictures. It's $50! We are in the wrong business. The prints can't have cost more than 50 cents and a cd about the same. The most expensive package? $500! Surely they can't be serious. I guess this is only the beginning of 'school pictures'. At least right now we don't feel obligated to purchase them. I used to make some killer sheet signs in college, maybe I could create a 'beach theme' canvas and take this show on the road.


We celebrated Mr. HR's (hate that nickname... ) 31st birthday last night. It was anti-climactic at best. Over the weekend I gave him a digital picture frame for his desk (but he wants to keep it at home cause he's never in the office) and made a cake (from scratch). The cake was ok. It can't even be classified as 'good'. I even made the icing. Again, it was ok. If the cake you make from scratch is not as good as the cake out of the box, it's not worth it. We had a late dinner, drank some wine and were in bed by 10:05. I hate that birthdays get less exciting as you get older. I blame my parents for making a huge deal out of birthdays. Now, I expect the same... guess that's Dan's problem :)

And if you think Cannon isn't getting this for his birthday... you'd be wrong...



The Best part? It's Tuesday which is really my Wednesday which is actually my Thursday because Wednesday is my Friday.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Something in the Water...

Maybe it's the social networking connections, or re-connections I've made thanks to Facebook and blogging (let's be serious... no one actually reads the blog other than my husband and a couple close friends... but it's early still) or maybe it's in the water.

It seems like every time I turn around I have an email, phone call or an instant message with a friend telling me they're going to have a baby! I think a dozen people in the last few weeks have broken the exciting news. It's all caused me to be reminiscent of when we were there, 12 weeks pregnant with Cannon (who had no name until the minutes after his birth) and figuring out creative ways to tell people we were expecting.


With my parents, we went home to see my Mom before she started chemotherapy. We took her a basket of goodies and each sported a new "Save the Ta Ta's" t-shirt. In the basket was an ultrasound picture and a "Save the Ta Ta's" onesie (which Cannon never wore, who knows where it is). I was so worried about telling my parents we were pregnant and in hindsight, I don't know why. I think it's that they were 32 before they had me and I wasn't interested in the 'you're too young' lecture. I remember that night, we went to dinner at the club and my Dad told everyone he saw he was going to be a grandfather. I cried every time. Now he calls himself Cannon's Doobie (our name for Grandpa because that's what I call my Dad).

We told Dan's parents by giving them a framed ultrasound picture. They were excited, granted the level wasn't quite as high as my parents because my in-laws had heard this same news twice already. Nonetheless they were excited for us!

Before we had Cannon, our excitement for people who told us they were expecting was different from the excitement now when someone shares the news of a baby on the way. I think it's because now we know the amazing adventure they are about to embark on; the likes of which you can only imagine when you are pregnant for the first time. For 9 months--it's really 10--this complete stranger lives inside of you. You nurture it and prepare for it but you don't actually know it. You are basically caring for a stranger, a stranger you love, but a stranger. Then, blame some of it on hormones, once that baby is born you expereince love like you never imagined possible.

After Cannon was born I fell in love with him, a love like I had never imagined, but more than that, I fell in love with Dan all over again. I didn't think I could love Dan anymore than I already did, but Cannon's birth took that love to a whole new level. Watching your husband, best friend, partner, and father of your child become a Dad is magical.
My mom used to say, "I love you, but I love your Dad more. Your Dad comes first.". I thought I understood. I didn't. I do now. I could not do this without Dan (and would like to think he couldn't do it without me...). He comes first. It is that friendship, that love, that marriage that I hold onto hardest because without it, Cannon wouldn't be here.

I can't wait for new babies to be born and for new life to be celebrated and old love to grow stronger.

The Best part? Knowing the joy that's on the way for so many people I care about... no matter if it's a matter of months... or years.