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Family Friday: First Birthday Party

Nathaniel turned one last Saturday, and we had his birthday party on Sunday. I took his monthly picture with his big dog on Saturday.

One year old

this used to be a whole lot easier

Comparison: 2 days old

He also got to open his presents from us on Saturday.

playing wiith his new toy

Of course, it was about 90 degrees on Saturday(and has been in the 60s the rest of the week), so I waited until about 8:30at night, after it had cooled off, to start baking for the party. I made a small round cake that he could smash, and about 60 mini cupcakes which Cory and Hayleigh decorated Sunday morning.

the smash cake

decorating the cupcakes

all the cupcakes

Nathaniel did really well at his party. He didn’t get overwhelmed by all the people there or anything. He even did pretty good with opening presents, although he did lose interest after the first couple until we were done to about the last three and he wanted to do it himself again.

ready for his party to start

checking out his tractor

getting into this present thing from the start

reaching in

all of his birthday loot

waiting for his cake

scooping off the frosting

digging in

now it's time for a bath

what was left of the cake

It was a really good party, but I still can’t believe my boy is one all ready. Now, we have 11 months before we have to do it again, for his sister’s fifth birthday this time.


First September Check-In

Sunday should have been my first check-in for this month, but I was a little busy with a one-year-old’s birthday party. Which went really well. He did a lot better with his presents and cake then his sister did at her age. But, I’ll have more about that on Friday.

Thursday I wrote 267 words and on Friday I only got 135. I didn’t write over the weekend or on Monday with it being a holiday. Tuesday morning I was awake at about 4:15 because of husband’s alarm, which I normally sleep  through. but usually when it does wake me up, I can’t get back to sleep. I was out of bed at 4:45 since I couldn’t get back to sleep. I wrote from 5-5:30 and got almost 700 words. Then, after a short break, was able to get another 200+ written for a total of about 923 words by 6 a.m. Felt really good to get that many words down in less than an hour. Just hope I can keep it up. Have almost 13K for this WIP so far. Definitely won’t reach my goal of finishing it by the end of this round(considering I’d hoped to have over 50K by now). I think I’ll be happy to reach 25K though, which will put me a little more than 1/4 of the way through it.

This morning I was up at 5 and writing by 5:25. Planned to write until at least 6, but my daughter came out at 5:50, so I stopped then with 541 words, which is still good for me for 25 minutes of writing. I’m hoping to be able to get a little more written this morning while the little boy is napping and before I have to get Hayleigh off the bus. But, even if I don’t, over 500 words for the day is better than I have been doing.


I don’t usually post on Saturdays, but this is a special edition. Warning: This is probably going to get long and ramble at times.

September 3rd is usually a rollercoaster of emotions for me. I don’t see this year as being any different. Six years ago, I met my husband for the first time in person. We had met online a couple weeks before that and had started talking on the phone as well, but it was Labor Day weekend when we first met face-to-face. He came to my mom’s to meet me and my family and after that we went to a movie. When that was over, he took me to where his dad and stepmom were camping for the weekend, and I got to meet them. I still remember his dad asking if we were going to spend the night there. I knew that would not have gone over well with my mom(she was all ready nervous about me meeting someone online) and he took me home. We talked on the phone the next day and spent several hours together on Labor Day, but then I had to go back down to college.

The next year went by really fast. We got engaged on January 1. We thought about having our wedding exactly a year after we met, but 1: it was Labor Day weekend and 2: the church and fire department social hall(which we could get at a discount since he was a member of both)  weren’t both available that weekend. so, we planned it for two weekends later instead. We moved into an apartment together in June and in August I had my bridal showers and my bachelorette party. The next day was August 20, and it’s one I always want to keep in my memories. I had stayed at my best friend’s apartment after the bachelorette party and Cory called me the next day to let me know his dad and stepmom wanted to have dinner with us at their house(and to find out when I’d be home so my dog would actually eat/drink/go outside). My future brother-in-law and sister-in-law and her husband and son were also there. It was one of the few times we were all together. We also took my dog and joked about having to bring the grandkid. I still remember my father-in-law sitting on the couch after dinner feeding potato chips to my dog. We weren’t even married yet, but I all ready felt like I was accepted as one of the family(and pretty much had been since the day I was introduced to them). I just didn’t know it would be the last good memory I would have of him.

On the morning of September 3, 2006, I remember we were getting ready to go to church. Cory was in the shower when his phone rang, so I answered it. His dad had been in and out of the hospital a couple times over the summer, and they were doing some tests, and I knew he wasn’t doing good, but I hadn’t been expecting this call. It was Cory’s stepmom, and she told us that we needed to get to the hospital because his dad had taken a turn for the worse. I don’t remember much from the ride there, but I know it didn’t take us as long as it should have. When we got in to see his dad, he didn’t even look like the man we had just had dinner with two weeks earlier. It was like he had all ready left, and it was just the shell of him left behind. We were back in the waiting room when they called the code blue. They tried to bring him back, but he was gone. He died thirteen days before our wedding. That night I couldn’t sleep, so I turned to what had always been the most therapeutic for me: writing. I read the poem I wrote that night at his funeral. It was the only time during it that I think I wasn’t crying. It was almost like I could feel him there with us. Here is the poem:

“Angels Without Wings”

I believe in angels
Those that fly among the clouds and stars
And those without wings,
That walk hand in hand with us.
Whether it be for a week, a month, a year, or even a lifetime,
They still leave lasting impressions on our hearts.

You welcomed me with open arms,
With no questions asked,
No judgment passed.
And when your son chose me to be his wife,
You openly accepted me as family
And into your life.

As we made plans,
And the day got closer,
I no longer questioned
What was meant to be.
In my eyes,
Your family had become my own.

A short year after we first met,
It is now time to say goodbye.
Although we all feel it was before your time,
Someone else had other plans in mind.

I never knew I was talking to an angel,
Or I may have treasured more
The precious time we had together.
But, I will always remember
The angel that walked beside me.
An angel without wings.

On the first anniversary of my father-in-law’s death, our daughter was three and a half weeks old. We went out to the cemetery that day. When we got there, Hayleigh started to fuss and continued all the way over to where he was buried. We laid her on the stone, and she stopped instantly. Here’s the picture we got(I was behind the stone with my hand on her so she wouldn’t fall):

When I found out I was pregnant in January of 2010 and realized what my due date was(9/11), I knew exactly when my baby would be born.  had very mixed feelings about it, because I did not want the anniversary of my father-in-law’s death to overshadow his birth and following birthdays. I still feel that even if we had not scheduled the induction for that day, he would have been born then. Celebrating his birthday is a bright spot in an otherwise sad day even though I wish he could be here for his grandson’s birthday.

The birthday boy

Family Friday: One Year Ago

It’s amazing how fast a year can fly by. This time last year I was so ready to be done with being pregnant. I had been in the doctor’s office/hospital twice the week before with false alarms, which I had never had with my daughter. With her, I went into the hospital the morning of my scheduled induction with some slight cramping but didn’t realize those were contractions(until the nurse asked me if I was feeling the contractions anyway). And even though the doctor that had seen me at the hospital with the first false alarm had said if we didn’t have a baby by my appointment two days later we could talk about scheduling something(due to my fast labor with Hayleigh & the distance we live from the hospital, we were worried about having the baby in the car), when it came time for my appointment, he didn’t even seem to remember seeing me in the hospital. I’ve never had a problem with any of the doctors there, but I was very irritated with that one at the time. Then, I ended up back at the office the next day because I was feeling nauseous and lightheaded every time I would get a contraction. Of course, it had stopped by the time I got to the office & was sent home again. We ended up walking around the mall for a few hours to try to get something moving instead of driving all the way home just to have something happen there and have to go back in.

So, I was very anxious for my last appointment exactly a year ago today. The doctor actually remembered we were going to induce if I was progressing, and since I was and he said he could feel the head(not surprised since it had been feeling like he was about to fall out. lol), we were told to come in at 6:30 in the morning to get things started. We were there early but had to wait because it was a very busy day for babies. They started the pitocin around 7:30 and my water was broken just before 8, and that is where it got fun. About 10 minutes later, the contractions were extremely painful & I decided I wanted something for the pain. It took the nurse about 20 more minutes to come in, and by then it was too late for anything. The same thing happened with my daughter, only this time it went a lot quicker. My baby boy bulled his way into this world at 8:41 a.m. and nothing has changed in the last year.

me the day before Nathaniel was born

the day he was born

2 days old

6 months old

11 months old

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