Sunday, October 31
Monday, October 18
And just like that...
Five more weeks fly by. I'd like to say I'll be good at maintaining this blog, but I've always been a terrible liar, so it will be as sporadic as ever. But I couldn't resist posting this picture I took tonight. So many new things are happening every week.
You can prop him up and he can stay there. He is inquisitive and his strong little neck rotates that little blonde peach fuzz head around and around to take everything in. The strawberry hairs all fell out and his eyes are turning bluer by the day. He is busy busy busy... always driving the race car: clutch-shift-gas-steer! Repeat! He does pretty well in the car seat, but he gets roasty-hot in it quickly. He talks a lot and makes the cutest sounds. He smiles up at you as you change his diaper. He beams when his daddy walks in the room. When you hold him in your arms, he is starting to make an effort to sit up and forward... the concentration on his face and the grunts of effort are amazing. He doesn't nap well during the day, but sleeps pretty well at night. He first slept through the night on Oct 6th... not every night, but many since. He is starting to notice Ollie. He can reach out for things and he quickly brings them to his mouth. No pacifier for him, thanks, he'll enjoy his fists just fine. Sadly, he's taking medicine for acid reflux, and I'm now forgoing dairy to see if he has a milk allergy, but he is otherwise healthy and happy and you wouldn't know either is a problem by his typical disposition. He still succumbs to the witching hour occasionally, but now that we know that we can better guide him back to a happy place. He really seems to love being outside...tonight as we walked Ollie around the block, he didn't sleep or rest...just held his head up strong and took everything in in sweet silence.
He is doing wonderfully at daycare. I miss him terribly, but I am also glad to be back at work and stimulating the creative juices again. Look at this 17-week-young, happy, love of my life. We are blessed beyond our wildest dreams.
Tuesday, September 14
12 weeks
Where is the time going? It seems like my tiny guy just got here, now he weighs over 12 pounds and is almost 2 feet long. Joy! Sigh. It feels like I was in a fog the first 6 weeks of his life, so that's part of it, but I can hardly believe how much he's grown. I was just looking through all the photos I've taken of him since he was born and am a little disappointed I didn't do a better job of setting up the same picture every week to have a visual on his changes. I'm looking at him close range and see the facial changes, but I realized I'm missing the overall baby changes. Not really missing them, just not processing them like you can with a photo. So, starting today I'm going to do a better job of that.
I love everything about him, but there are some extra special things that take my breath away:
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| Kirby, 2 weeks old |
- His breath on my neck when he suddenly gives in to sleep. It goes from flustered panting to a deep sigh. Ohhh, Heaven.
- When he lies in his crib and babbles and there will suddenly be an Ah-0ooo! of the happiest caliber. My heart thump-a-jumps...what was he just thinking about?
- Sometimes he wraps his arm up around my neck like he's hugging me back. Oof.
- The happy dance he does on the diaper table now (Yes, no more tears at diaper time. It's fun time).
- The sneaky, sneaky grin he gets right before he pees on me (this is why diaper time is fun now).
- The way his bottom lip sticks out when he's calming down after being upset. So pitiful.
- The wave of peace that rushes over him when we go outside. Love that.
- He turns and smiles at his daddy when he comes in the room. It's the purest grin.
- The grunts and sighs while he nurses.
- His eyebrows turn red when he's focusing on a bowel movement. But the relief on his face after he grunts and strains is priceless. It's like he just figured out the answer to the universe.
- The middle of the night feedings: he will sometimes giggle softly after he nurses or when I put him on my shoulder to burp. It always catches me by surprise and melts my heart.
Kirby goes to daycare for the first time tomorrow. It's a big day for both of us. In a month I'll go back to work, so I'm glad I have the chance to adjust to his being at daycare before I return work. Here's to hoping I am somewhat productive tomorrow, be it exercise or sleep or some house things, and not just increasing the stock value of Kleenex. Let's hope I don't forget to take the first day of daycare photo, too.
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| Kirby, 12 weeks old |
Monday, August 30
An ocean view
My parents generously invited us to their beach condo for a week, and since I'm still on maternity leave, I jumped at the opportunity. It was Kirby's 2-month birthday, so what better way to celebrate than taking him to the coast for the first time. The beach is absolute therapy for me...there are few places I feel more calm and open and gratefully aware of my life's blessings.
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| Kirby checks out the ocean |
It occurred to me that walking on the beach is a lot like motherhood for me. You're never sure if you are stepping on firm ground or if it will shift beneath you. It doesn't seem to get easier to walk on, but you adapt and adjust with each step and keep going. Sometimes you become painfully aware of your lack of balance; sometimes you surprise yourself with your reflexes and stamina. If you are doing it right, you slow down, stop and look around instead of blasting by everything. You might get tired or thirsty or have to go to the bathroom, but you put those things off as long as is possible so you don't miss anything. You will likely experience something special* and wish someone was there to share the moment with you, but you are secretly delighted that the moment is yours alone. This has been my journey so far.
The drive down and back took longer than usual since we stopped for feedings, but overall Kirby adjusted fabulously to everything. And he got to spend lots of time with his Gigi and Poppa as well as with my friends Katie, Pete and Jojo, which was fun. We walked him down the boardwalk a night or two, but I hesitated putting his little feet in the sand and ocean because there is still crude oil washing up in the form of tar balls (Yuck...I'll do a separate post on things related to that). But we got a few sweet photos of Kirby's first ocean visit that I will cherish forever. It will be fun next time to dip his sweet little toes in the sand and surf and experience the beach through his eyes. I hope he loves it as much as I do so that we can share it together. Here are a few photos from the week.
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| Pete and Katie having fun with Kirby |
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| Relaxing on daddy's knees |
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| Gigi missed Poppa and Kirby's staring contest |
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| My sweet friend Jojo and her boys Jonas and Silas |
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| Heaven packed into one location |
Wednesday, August 18
Monday, August 2
Trifecta
My husband loves a good Trifecta. It's one of those words he uses a lot if it's remotely relevant to the three-whatever things that just happened or are lying around. For instance, at night I have a Nightlight Trifecta. These are the three aids that help me keep the diaper change a low-profile event:
I've named them Moony, Smiles and Slugo, respectively. They are my late night pals, and I talk to them as much as I talk to Kirby. Smiles is especially positive when the diaper goes to the dumps. It just so happens I got the Diaper Tinkle Trifecta, and then some. Somehow with the diaper changes, I'm the one who gets peed on. Jerry gets pood on, so I guess I should be thankful I'm getting the front end. I'm still developing my technique:
I've named them Moony, Smiles and Slugo, respectively. They are my late night pals, and I talk to them as much as I talk to Kirby. Smiles is especially positive when the diaper goes to the dumps. It just so happens I got the Diaper Tinkle Trifecta, and then some. Somehow with the diaper changes, I'm the one who gets peed on. Jerry gets pood on, so I guess I should be thankful I'm getting the front end. I'm still developing my technique:
- Lay Kirby down and tell him how fun the next few minutes are going to be. Queue ridiculous song.
- Have a cloth ready to cover his front goods.
- Undo the diaper -- WAIT -- give him a moment to shoot as he feels the full air.
- Maintain ridiculous song.
- Quickly grab ankles, pull diaper back, slide cloth in place over his goods...whew. So far so good.
- Keep ankles up, one pinky finger on the cloth to keep it in place, slide dirty D off and fold it over underneath his bum.
- Take care of cleanup with the other hand.
- Maintain ridiculous song.
- Pat dry with another cloth to keep diaper rash down.
- Slide other diaper in place.
- Quickly remove cloth, aim his goods down, seal the diaper deal.
- Maintain ridiculous song while kissing his little feet and telling him what a champ he is.
Well, at 3:50 pm on July 23, Kirby had a monster diaper of pee and poo, and my technique had holes. Before I knew it, I was getting peed on from a sneakaround sidestream. Quick, cloth! Not quick enough, but not too bad. So I figure he's already gone, the cloth is soaked, we don't need this anymore. Wrong. A moment later a second stream comes shooting at my chest. WHOA! Quick, another cloth! He got me pretty good that time. At this moment Kirby spits up (blerks) over his left shoulder. Sigh. Allright, we'll definitely be having that bath sooner. And doing laundry, since I'm now out of pee cloths.
I'm finishing up with the backside cleanup when STREAM #3 shoots high and hits him right in the head -- and into his right ear. Ear puddle... AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! So now I've not only been peed on twice, now he's got pee in his head. Oh my goggles... How did I let that happen?! I'm frantically tilting his head back to the right to dump the pee, which sends the blerk running down his left cheek.
At this moment the pediatrician's nurse returns my morning call regarding the green gook that's coming out of his right eye. She's telling me to apply a warm compress and if it's not better in the morning to bring him in. Gook, schmook...I'm no longer concerned about the green gook -- I'm now concerned that he's got pee in his ear. So I tell her my dilemna. She laughs kindly and tells me it's fine, that urine is very sterile, and I just need to sit him up and rub a warm wet washcloth down his ear. And that when I'm done, I need to document the event in his baby book.
This was one of the few times Kirby was fairly content during the diaper change. Just peeing and blerking his little heart out, I suppose, because he was pretty relaxed. Especially since he kept tinkling up the scene in perfect Trifecta form.
And Smiles just grinned at me the whole time. I guess it is pretty funny now. Still, I'll work a little harder on my technique. And next time wear a raincoat, just in case.
And Smiles just grinned at me the whole time. I guess it is pretty funny now. Still, I'll work a little harder on my technique. And next time wear a raincoat, just in case.
Thursday, July 22
heres and theres
Kirbymorphosis
When you have time to stare at your baby at close range, you notice every little thing. And it seems like a lot changes in between feedings, really...Was that bump there a few hours ago? When did he scratch himself? I don't remember his head being that flaky. I think his eyes are turning blue...Oh look, he has eyelashes now! It's amazing how quickly he's changing. His pictures this week look very different from just a couple of weeks ago. Fascinating.
Doody Duty
Changing diapers has become a scientific endeavor, especially with this little boy. It's a dance we do every time to see if we (okay, maybe just me) can keep him calm and get it done. Every once in awhile he could care less and just lies there, but mostly he is sounding the alarm that There are intruders in the house! The stock market just crashed! We are out of sandwich bread again! I feel almost like one of those pit guys in a Nascar race...alright, Kirby's pulling in, be ready to change that tire, dammit, or this could cost us the race! I've found that I make up my worst songs during the diaper change. No rhyme or rhythm, just nonsense. Hey, whatever works.
Did he just say "Raaaaaaaaanch?"
I know, I know, everyone's baby is a genius, but mine already knows how to ask for the house salad dressing. He also calls sheep, makes machine gun sounds, and communicates with wookies. And he loves to make this face:
Such a funny guy already...I cannot wait to hear him laugh.
When you have time to stare at your baby at close range, you notice every little thing. And it seems like a lot changes in between feedings, really...Was that bump there a few hours ago? When did he scratch himself? I don't remember his head being that flaky. I think his eyes are turning blue...Oh look, he has eyelashes now! It's amazing how quickly he's changing. His pictures this week look very different from just a couple of weeks ago. Fascinating.
You've got something on your face there.
Occasionally while nursing Kirby I'll get a bit distracted -- sleep deprivation at its finest -- or I'll multitask a bit and do things like have a snack or check my email on my Ipod Touch. Today I was eating some fresh cherries while nursing him. I popped one in my mouth and turned to say something to him and splattered his little face with cherry juice. It didn't faze him at all, but I'm glad I was paying attention, or I would have wondered where all the blood had come from. He looked like he was ready for a zombie Halloween costume.
The Good Latch
It sounds like a movie title, doesn't it? Well, I'll tell you what -- it's a film I'd like to see. We're doing something right because this boy has gained over 2 pounds since we brought him home 4 weeks ago, but man do the feedings take awhile. Poor tatas. I'm constantly scoring breastfeeding info during and in between feedings. Just when I think I've got it, the next nursing session is a disaster. Again, he's gaining and peeing and pooing like a champ, so I'll try to relax a little. I had no idea I was capable of so much anxiety.
Doody Duty
Changing diapers has become a scientific endeavor, especially with this little boy. It's a dance we do every time to see if we (okay, maybe just me) can keep him calm and get it done. Every once in awhile he could care less and just lies there, but mostly he is sounding the alarm that There are intruders in the house! The stock market just crashed! We are out of sandwich bread again! I feel almost like one of those pit guys in a Nascar race...alright, Kirby's pulling in, be ready to change that tire, dammit, or this could cost us the race! I've found that I make up my worst songs during the diaper change. No rhyme or rhythm, just nonsense. Hey, whatever works.
Did he just say "Raaaaaaaaanch?"
I know, I know, everyone's baby is a genius, but mine already knows how to ask for the house salad dressing. He also calls sheep, makes machine gun sounds, and communicates with wookies. And he loves to make this face:
Friday, July 16
Smitten
The soft silky hair on his shoulders.
The smiles that seem like a response to my words.
The boxing routine before he eats.
The little series of sneezes that are like mine.
The foot that is as long as my finger.
The squeaks and coos and ooos and ohs.
The tranquility he seems to feel outside on the porch.
The strawberry color when the light reflects on his hair.
The lightening around his pupils.
The ferocity of his cry during a diaper change.
The way he escapes from his swaddle so quickly.
The million little expressions in a matter of minutes.
The way his little hand grips my thumb while he eats.
Kirby's due date was yesterday and he weighed 7lbs, 2oz and was 20.5" long. My growing baby boy.
The smiles that seem like a response to my words.
The boxing routine before he eats.
The little series of sneezes that are like mine.
The foot that is as long as my finger.
The squeaks and coos and ooos and ohs.
The tranquility he seems to feel outside on the porch.
The strawberry color when the light reflects on his hair.
The lightening around his pupils.
The ferocity of his cry during a diaper change.
The way he escapes from his swaddle so quickly.
The million little expressions in a matter of minutes.
The way his little hand grips my thumb while he eats.
Kirby's due date was yesterday and he weighed 7lbs, 2oz and was 20.5" long. My growing baby boy.
Wednesday, June 30
Did you notice?
Did you feel it, too? I'm pretty sure the world shifted on its axis ever so slightly. I think the tides rolled a little more fluidly, the stars sparkled a little brighter, the breeze caressed my skin a little gentler. The leaves on the trees are a little greener, the sky a more brilliant blue. The universe I gratefully embrace has hugged back.
My baby boy -- yes, BOY -- decided he was ready to fish early, just like his daddy. Kirby Armstrong arrived on the summer solstice, June 21 at 1:49 am. The heavens have packed more love than I could have ever imagined into 5 lbs, 15 oz and 19 inches of beautiful baby boy.
We are never again to see the world the same. The greatest sight our eyes have ever seen is here and we are so humbled, so blessed and so unfathomably in love.
Welcome, sweet baby Kirby. I could not in a million years have dreamed of anything more stellar than you.
My baby boy -- yes, BOY -- decided he was ready to fish early, just like his daddy. Kirby Armstrong arrived on the summer solstice, June 21 at 1:49 am. The heavens have packed more love than I could have ever imagined into 5 lbs, 15 oz and 19 inches of beautiful baby boy.
We are never again to see the world the same. The greatest sight our eyes have ever seen is here and we are so humbled, so blessed and so unfathomably in love.
Welcome, sweet baby Kirby. I could not in a million years have dreamed of anything more stellar than you.
Thursday, June 17
28 days
Dear JJ,
There aren't words that can adequately express what I want to say to you right now, so I'll go with what I can articulate. At the moment, you are thump-thump-thumping under my right rib cage. The doctor tells me we are on schedule and you might weigh around 6.5 pounds about now. I can't get over what a miracle that is. You were just a sparkly thought in my imagination a mere 8 months ago. Now you are more of a spark plug, energizing my day with your thumpity-thumps.
I imagine your squishy little legs and teeny toes wiggling and squiggling around in the belly ship. I giggle when you get the hiccups. I wonder about your little face, and if you have hair on your head, and if you'll get my ears or your dad's (he's hoping for his as he doesn't fully appreciate the quirkiness of mine). I hope your delivery into this world goes smoothly so that the first thing I can do is hold you and absorb your every feature and revel in the wonder that is you.
It's exciting and scary to think about being your mother. I am terrified of failing you, but I know that I am going to do the best that I can to make sure your every moment on this earth is filled with love and wonder and joy. I can't wait to figure out ways to make you laugh...you will hear lots of silly songs and rhymes from me. It might even embarrass you someday, or you may get my silly sense of humor and play along. I can't wait for you to meet your daddy...you are already his dream come true. Your extended family can't wait to meet you, too. We hope that Ollie will be as good with you as he is with the other little people who've visited our home. He's already quite fond of your room and can be found in there often, faced towards your crib. It makes me very happy.
For now, little kicker, snuggle in and rest. You've got a lot of growing to do. I will try to keep the camera out of your face every once in awhile, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be hard to do...it's not every day that all of the magic in the universe gets packed into one location.
Love, your mom
There aren't words that can adequately express what I want to say to you right now, so I'll go with what I can articulate. At the moment, you are thump-thump-thumping under my right rib cage. The doctor tells me we are on schedule and you might weigh around 6.5 pounds about now. I can't get over what a miracle that is. You were just a sparkly thought in my imagination a mere 8 months ago. Now you are more of a spark plug, energizing my day with your thumpity-thumps.
I imagine your squishy little legs and teeny toes wiggling and squiggling around in the belly ship. I giggle when you get the hiccups. I wonder about your little face, and if you have hair on your head, and if you'll get my ears or your dad's (he's hoping for his as he doesn't fully appreciate the quirkiness of mine). I hope your delivery into this world goes smoothly so that the first thing I can do is hold you and absorb your every feature and revel in the wonder that is you.
It's exciting and scary to think about being your mother. I am terrified of failing you, but I know that I am going to do the best that I can to make sure your every moment on this earth is filled with love and wonder and joy. I can't wait to figure out ways to make you laugh...you will hear lots of silly songs and rhymes from me. It might even embarrass you someday, or you may get my silly sense of humor and play along. I can't wait for you to meet your daddy...you are already his dream come true. Your extended family can't wait to meet you, too. We hope that Ollie will be as good with you as he is with the other little people who've visited our home. He's already quite fond of your room and can be found in there often, faced towards your crib. It makes me very happy.
For now, little kicker, snuggle in and rest. You've got a lot of growing to do. I will try to keep the camera out of your face every once in awhile, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be hard to do...it's not every day that all of the magic in the universe gets packed into one location.
Love, your mom
Friday, June 4
time warp
Has it been nearly a month since my last post? Because I no longer have a decent concept of time...for instance, when I started writing this post, I was due in 7 weeks. Now I've less than 6 to go. Whew!
When it's 6 weeks until your vacation, it's an eternity. When it's 6 weeks until you are giving birth to a human who will alter your life permanently, it's less than a millisecond. I'm baffled that this pregnancy has suddenly seemed to fly by, and a little sad. I feel very blessed that it's been mostly smooth sailing. I had to get a 3-hour glucose screening to determine if I had gestational diabetes recently, and that worried my sandals off. Thankfully, I do not. Heartburn has really been my worst "side effect" and the occasional sleepless night has as much to do with me as my belly bundle. I've never been a good sleeper, so I hope that will be to my benefit and not a trait my child gets. On Saturday, I discovered my first stretch mark that popped up on a belly scar that never healed correctly, and my right foot has been swollen. Yes, just the right one. With it's nice greenish hue, it looks a little like it belongs to the Incredible Hulk. All in all, these are truly minor side effects. I am so thankful.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to the beach in Alabama and the waters had not been affected by the oil spill. In fact, it might have been the cleanest I've seen it in years. There was a lot of patrolling of volunteers, wildlife officers and conservation groups. The oil sheen has officially hit that area now. Heartbreaking. I was hoping the coast would not be affected and changed by this catastrophe. It does make one consider that we should all be making changes to reduce our dependency on oil. It is so much more than just what we're putting in our cars.
Speaking of change, I do have a dull sense of panic about the life changes coming soon. I'm also really excited to meet this little kung fu master who's favorite spot is up and to the right of my belly button. I was laughing to myself thinking I wonder what I'll do if this baby is right-handed...we are both left-handed. I think the dogboy might even be left-pawed. How are we going to be able to show it how to do anything? I suppose this ranks pretty low on the list of important things, but it's funny to think about anyway. It reminds me of the Shel Silverstein poem Backward Bill for some reason. Yes, that's how my brain works.
We've just had a lovely weekend hosting our Texas friends that I call our HoneyBuddies...we met them on our honeymoon in Puerto Rico. They were married a week before us and we had so much fun together that we've made an effort to get together every year since. It's been an extra special weekend because they brought their 8-month old son with them this time...and he is nearly perfect. I rubbed his little hands all over our nursery so that his good baby vibe will rub off on ours when he/she arrives. It's fun that we are nearly on the same life schedule with these friends and that future vacations will give our kids the chance to play together.
It's time for a nap...something I'm getting a little better at for now, as my energy level is diminishing as quickly as my ability to touch my feet. Again, if you see my feet, say hello. And try not to stare at the Hulk toes.
When it's 6 weeks until your vacation, it's an eternity. When it's 6 weeks until you are giving birth to a human who will alter your life permanently, it's less than a millisecond. I'm baffled that this pregnancy has suddenly seemed to fly by, and a little sad. I feel very blessed that it's been mostly smooth sailing. I had to get a 3-hour glucose screening to determine if I had gestational diabetes recently, and that worried my sandals off. Thankfully, I do not. Heartburn has really been my worst "side effect" and the occasional sleepless night has as much to do with me as my belly bundle. I've never been a good sleeper, so I hope that will be to my benefit and not a trait my child gets. On Saturday, I discovered my first stretch mark that popped up on a belly scar that never healed correctly, and my right foot has been swollen. Yes, just the right one. With it's nice greenish hue, it looks a little like it belongs to the Incredible Hulk. All in all, these are truly minor side effects. I am so thankful.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to the beach in Alabama and the waters had not been affected by the oil spill. In fact, it might have been the cleanest I've seen it in years. There was a lot of patrolling of volunteers, wildlife officers and conservation groups. The oil sheen has officially hit that area now. Heartbreaking. I was hoping the coast would not be affected and changed by this catastrophe. It does make one consider that we should all be making changes to reduce our dependency on oil. It is so much more than just what we're putting in our cars.
Speaking of change, I do have a dull sense of panic about the life changes coming soon. I'm also really excited to meet this little kung fu master who's favorite spot is up and to the right of my belly button. I was laughing to myself thinking I wonder what I'll do if this baby is right-handed...we are both left-handed. I think the dogboy might even be left-pawed. How are we going to be able to show it how to do anything? I suppose this ranks pretty low on the list of important things, but it's funny to think about anyway. It reminds me of the Shel Silverstein poem Backward Bill for some reason. Yes, that's how my brain works.
We've just had a lovely weekend hosting our Texas friends that I call our HoneyBuddies...we met them on our honeymoon in Puerto Rico. They were married a week before us and we had so much fun together that we've made an effort to get together every year since. It's been an extra special weekend because they brought their 8-month old son with them this time...and he is nearly perfect. I rubbed his little hands all over our nursery so that his good baby vibe will rub off on ours when he/she arrives. It's fun that we are nearly on the same life schedule with these friends and that future vacations will give our kids the chance to play together.
It's time for a nap...something I'm getting a little better at for now, as my energy level is diminishing as quickly as my ability to touch my feet. Again, if you see my feet, say hello. And try not to stare at the Hulk toes.
Friday, May 7
Things on the brain
The oil spill/leak/catastrophe. Grrr to the Nth degree.
Nashville flood. Hoping my friends and anyone affected by it are okay.
Tidal waves. Watching a ripple move across the top of my belly is so alien.
Foreign countries. Always pondering what the world is like somewhere else.
Drama Queen. My dogboy has become quite the little diva. It's bizarre and yet funny.
The mask of pregnancy. I'm trying to figure out how to turn this phrase into a Halloween costume.
My friends fighting cancer. Thinking about them everyday.
Episiotomy. Simply terrified and trying to put it in perspective of what my friends are facing.
Gardening. Wondering what it'll take to figure out how to grow a radish.
Labor. Focusing on the energy I feel looking at the night sky at the beach might be my key to calmness.
Family and friends. I am crazy blessed by them, especially my husband.
Peanut Butter M&Ms. I suppose this qualifies as my "craving".
Time. When did it start fast-forwarding?
My feet. If you see them, say hello.
Nashville flood. Hoping my friends and anyone affected by it are okay.
Tidal waves. Watching a ripple move across the top of my belly is so alien.
Foreign countries. Always pondering what the world is like somewhere else.
Drama Queen. My dogboy has become quite the little diva. It's bizarre and yet funny.
The mask of pregnancy. I'm trying to figure out how to turn this phrase into a Halloween costume.
My friends fighting cancer. Thinking about them everyday.
Episiotomy. Simply terrified and trying to put it in perspective of what my friends are facing.
Gardening. Wondering what it'll take to figure out how to grow a radish.
Labor. Focusing on the energy I feel looking at the night sky at the beach might be my key to calmness.
Family and friends. I am crazy blessed by them, especially my husband.
Peanut Butter M&Ms. I suppose this qualifies as my "craving".
Time. When did it start fast-forwarding?
My feet. If you see them, say hello.
Thursday, April 29
Soundtracks
There's something very exciting about hearing a new song and going, Wow, I cannot wait to hear that again!
So you go and download it and proceed to wear the heck out of the |<< button [what's that called these days?! Rewind? Playback?] until you've memorized all the lyrics and maybe even made up a suave dance move or two to your favorite part. I can barely hear this song right now without my eyes watering... maybe it's hormone overload. Maybe it's just one of those songs that tingles my happy circuits on a cellular level. Maybe it's this part of the lyrics that nearly turns me inside out and puts a lump in my throat:
'Cause you are all that I've waited for all of my life
You pull me closer to love
I've mentioned before about my anticipation of a baby's arrival...it's suddenly hard to imagine what your life was like before that little person showed up. I was never the girl who dreamed of having kids and what I'd name them and how I'd dress them and fantasize about the things we'd do. I was good either way. I met the right guy and that changed, but even still, we did not take for granted that it might not happen naturally for us. And we knew fertility treatments weren't our bag...it only took seeing Kate Gosselin's saran-wrapped belly in the intro of that tv show to have us running and screaming. Adoption would be our back-up plan if necessary. Fast forward to today, which is 77 days from our due date. Could be more, could be less, but we are definitely getting closer to love by the second. Two tickets to Tingletown, please.
Good googly, it IS hormone overload! I'm getting all mush magoosh up in here. So let's get back to the subject: soundtracks. We made a wedding soundtrack cd as a gift to our guests (which we still have a plethora of if you'd like one). And I don't know about you, but there's plenty of songs that mark points in my life... they may or may not have been monumental but they sure felt that way at the time. The rewind button was concave on my cassette player. I like to think they are part of my life soundtrack thus far...here's an incomplete list of these songs, with a little background on why they made the mix:
Swingin' on a Star by my mom (and supposedly Bing Crosby)
My mom used to sing this to me, and I always loved where she'd put extra inflections. For the longest I thought she'd made it up. She is that clever, so it was entirely possible.
What I Am by Edie Brickell
Because of the lyric, Religion is a smile on a dog, my friend's mother thought it was "devil music" and said I was not allowed to listen to it in her house. I was all, wha...huh?!? and then, of course, I loved it even more since an adult said it was bad.
We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister
My brother loved the heavy metal hair bands, and I loved whatever my brother loved. Especially the big-blonde-haired scary man with all the make-up. Heeby-jeeby, that was good stuff. Rock on, Dee Snider.
Picking Out a Thermos by Steve Martin
I don't know when I first saw The Jerk, but it is my favorite movie of all time. That's all.
Mandolin Rain by Bruce Hornsby and the Range
Ohhh, the anticipation of the last song of the night at the ice rink...the COUPLE SKATE song. I could do a whole post on that nonsense...wait 'til we can have a beer again together and I'll re-live it for you. At any rate, this song + 7th grade boyfriend + skating while holding hands in public...oh. my. gaw. It was the real deal. Plus, I loved Bruce before he was cool, at least in my hometown. He would have been on my pillowcase before NKOTB.
Here's a Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares) by Travis Tritt
My first foray into country music that I can remember...roughly 10th grade? Whew. It was bad country, and, I'm pretty sure, boyfriend-induced as well. Anyway, the lyrics were funny. I can't wait to tell JJ about those things called pay phones. And mullets.
There's plenty more, but the list is deep and the stories shallow. Besides, I need to get to work on the baby soundtrack. Along with the Mat Kearney tune, these have been on the replay mix lately: New Shoes, I Don't Know A Thing, Chasing Pirates, Boom Boom Clap, Ice Cream...just to name a few. They may have a metaphor hidden in them about my pregnancy or the baby, and they may just be what are making my ears dance right now. But it's very fun to put together tunes that I can someday tell my little person were on his/her replay list while still in the belly ship. And maybe by then it won't matter what the rewind button is called.
So you go and download it and proceed to wear the heck out of the |<< button [what's that called these days?! Rewind? Playback?] until you've memorized all the lyrics and maybe even made up a suave dance move or two to your favorite part. I can barely hear this song right now without my eyes watering... maybe it's hormone overload. Maybe it's just one of those songs that tingles my happy circuits on a cellular level. Maybe it's this part of the lyrics that nearly turns me inside out and puts a lump in my throat:
'Cause you are all that I've waited for all of my life
You pull me closer to love
I've mentioned before about my anticipation of a baby's arrival...it's suddenly hard to imagine what your life was like before that little person showed up. I was never the girl who dreamed of having kids and what I'd name them and how I'd dress them and fantasize about the things we'd do. I was good either way. I met the right guy and that changed, but even still, we did not take for granted that it might not happen naturally for us. And we knew fertility treatments weren't our bag...it only took seeing Kate Gosselin's saran-wrapped belly in the intro of that tv show to have us running and screaming. Adoption would be our back-up plan if necessary. Fast forward to today, which is 77 days from our due date. Could be more, could be less, but we are definitely getting closer to love by the second. Two tickets to Tingletown, please.
Good googly, it IS hormone overload! I'm getting all mush magoosh up in here. So let's get back to the subject: soundtracks. We made a wedding soundtrack cd as a gift to our guests (which we still have a plethora of if you'd like one). And I don't know about you, but there's plenty of songs that mark points in my life... they may or may not have been monumental but they sure felt that way at the time. The rewind button was concave on my cassette player. I like to think they are part of my life soundtrack thus far...here's an incomplete list of these songs, with a little background on why they made the mix:
Swingin' on a Star by my mom (and supposedly Bing Crosby)
My mom used to sing this to me, and I always loved where she'd put extra inflections. For the longest I thought she'd made it up. She is that clever, so it was entirely possible.
What I Am by Edie Brickell
Because of the lyric, Religion is a smile on a dog, my friend's mother thought it was "devil music" and said I was not allowed to listen to it in her house. I was all, wha...huh?!? and then, of course, I loved it even more since an adult said it was bad.
We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister
My brother loved the heavy metal hair bands, and I loved whatever my brother loved. Especially the big-blonde-haired scary man with all the make-up. Heeby-jeeby, that was good stuff. Rock on, Dee Snider.
Picking Out a Thermos by Steve Martin
I don't know when I first saw The Jerk, but it is my favorite movie of all time. That's all.
Mandolin Rain by Bruce Hornsby and the Range
Ohhh, the anticipation of the last song of the night at the ice rink...the COUPLE SKATE song. I could do a whole post on that nonsense...wait 'til we can have a beer again together and I'll re-live it for you. At any rate, this song + 7th grade boyfriend + skating while holding hands in public...oh. my. gaw. It was the real deal. Plus, I loved Bruce before he was cool, at least in my hometown. He would have been on my pillowcase before NKOTB.
Here's a Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares) by Travis Tritt
My first foray into country music that I can remember...roughly 10th grade? Whew. It was bad country, and, I'm pretty sure, boyfriend-induced as well. Anyway, the lyrics were funny. I can't wait to tell JJ about those things called pay phones. And mullets.
There's plenty more, but the list is deep and the stories shallow. Besides, I need to get to work on the baby soundtrack. Along with the Mat Kearney tune, these have been on the replay mix lately: New Shoes, I Don't Know A Thing, Chasing Pirates, Boom Boom Clap, Ice Cream...just to name a few. They may have a metaphor hidden in them about my pregnancy or the baby, and they may just be what are making my ears dance right now. But it's very fun to put together tunes that I can someday tell my little person were on his/her replay list while still in the belly ship. And maybe by then it won't matter what the rewind button is called.
Thursday, April 22
Roll with it. Literally.
I've been away from blogville for a bit...busy with work and all the home projects that need to get done before JJ arrives. I also managed a 5-day date with the beach and some girlfriends, which was glorious and relaxing and delivered a lesson on how to gracefully sun my backside without looking like I fell off the condo all crime-scene style.
But never fear — the waistline continues to expand on schedule, which is starting to attract all kinds of interesting comments: Whoa, what happened there [points at my belly]?...Oh, you've popped out!...I can see you're swelling!...You look tired!...You're ready to go any minute now!
Good Gravy — at 28 weeks, I sure hope not. I want the baby to cook a little longer, and not just for it's sake. We are not quite ready and the reality is rushing in faster than the colorful comments. While at the beach, I texted my husband, "75 days till we meet JJ...excited but starting to freak out a little!" and he responded with similar feelings. Upon returning home, we felt a little tension over the anticipation. Turns out my math was off, and as of today it's actually 84 days to our due date. Whew, sigh of relief. 10+ days is a big difference, though we realize our baby could be totally unlike us and want to arrive at the party early. Still, the moment of panic passed and gave us the focus we needed to get our A-game in order.
The baby's room has actually been painted, so we are moving in the right direction. We are still working out our registry items and birthing plan, as well as signing up for the various childbirth/education classes that will no doubt freak us out a little more. But we're working hard to help each other with the steps of this new dance, and there's been plenty of comic relief to help keep the stress under wraps since the countdown freakout.
So the colorful comments are going to keep coming, I know, and I'm willing to roll with them [insert rotund belly jokes here]...you have to or you'd cry your eyes out taking people too seriously. I just hope they ask before they touch my belly. Gracefully handling the unsolicited belly rub is not yet a tool in my ever-expanding belt.
But never fear — the waistline continues to expand on schedule, which is starting to attract all kinds of interesting comments: Whoa, what happened there [points at my belly]?...Oh, you've popped out!...I can see you're swelling!...You look tired!...You're ready to go any minute now!
Good Gravy — at 28 weeks, I sure hope not. I want the baby to cook a little longer, and not just for it's sake. We are not quite ready and the reality is rushing in faster than the colorful comments. While at the beach, I texted my husband, "75 days till we meet JJ...excited but starting to freak out a little!" and he responded with similar feelings. Upon returning home, we felt a little tension over the anticipation. Turns out my math was off, and as of today it's actually 84 days to our due date. Whew, sigh of relief. 10+ days is a big difference, though we realize our baby could be totally unlike us and want to arrive at the party early. Still, the moment of panic passed and gave us the focus we needed to get our A-game in order.
The baby's room has actually been painted, so we are moving in the right direction. We are still working out our registry items and birthing plan, as well as signing up for the various childbirth/education classes that will no doubt freak us out a little more. But we're working hard to help each other with the steps of this new dance, and there's been plenty of comic relief to help keep the stress under wraps since the countdown freakout.
So the colorful comments are going to keep coming, I know, and I'm willing to roll with them [insert rotund belly jokes here]...you have to or you'd cry your eyes out taking people too seriously. I just hope they ask before they touch my belly. Gracefully handling the unsolicited belly rub is not yet a tool in my ever-expanding belt.
Monday, April 5
good energy
There's no pretty way to say it: cancer sucks. It hurts the patient and alters their life in unimaginable ways; it crushes their loved ones who feel helpless on the sidelines. But it is not a road that one has to go alone, and thank goodness treatments continue to improve and cancer can be and has been cured. Miracles happen all the time, I do believe it.
There's a few names I'd like to put here, in hopes that you, my friendly readers, can send up some power prayers and good energy for them and their families. A few are receiving major treatments and surgeries this week and they rest heavy on my heart and mind today. I'd love for them to get a little extra love from afar.
Suzanne
Jim
Jeanie
Jamie
Karson
Pretty Ricky
Suzan
Debbie
Kelly
Fred
Pidgie
For the families of those who are already keeping good company in the heavens: G'daddy A.C., G'ma Annie Sue, Shirley, Sue Ellen, Mary Shaw, Tom, Ruth, Buster.
And happy, thumpy heartbeats of joy go out to all of our survivor friends, too. You are true miracles.
If you have names you'd like to add in the comments, please do. I believe in the power of positive thinking and the more the merrier. And if I haven't told you yet, I'm thankful for you and your eyeballs on my words here.
There's a few names I'd like to put here, in hopes that you, my friendly readers, can send up some power prayers and good energy for them and their families. A few are receiving major treatments and surgeries this week and they rest heavy on my heart and mind today. I'd love for them to get a little extra love from afar.
Suzanne
Jim
Jeanie
Jamie
Karson
Pretty Ricky
Suzan
Debbie
Kelly
Fred
Pidgie
For the families of those who are already keeping good company in the heavens: G'daddy A.C., G'ma Annie Sue, Shirley, Sue Ellen, Mary Shaw, Tom, Ruth, Buster.
And happy, thumpy heartbeats of joy go out to all of our survivor friends, too. You are true miracles.
If you have names you'd like to add in the comments, please do. I believe in the power of positive thinking and the more the merrier. And if I haven't told you yet, I'm thankful for you and your eyeballs on my words here.
Thursday, April 1
I did NOT see that coming...
Week 25 doctor visit this morning...turns out JJ is actually J & J.
Yup. Twins.
Will write more when I get back to this planet.
Yup. Twins.
Will write more when I get back to this planet.
Thursday, March 25
metaphorically speaking
Is that an ear of corn in your soccer ball? Or are you just happy to see me?
I get a weekly email from a site called babycenter.com that lets me know approximately what JJ is up to in there. It includes development stages and average growth stats, and the description of the baby's current size is often expressed in terms of food. Because we all know food, right? Well, I don't get it exactly...one week I had a spaghetti squash and the next a large mango. That seems a bit backwards to me, but maybe I've never had a really large mango.
According to this week's news, JJ is as long as an ear of corn, and my lady bits are the size of a soccer ball. Weldam, that's just plain funny. I was already estimating a basketball or better, but I can go with soccer ball. That would explain JJ's impressions of Pelé.
This past Christmas, I was trying to figure out a clever way to break the baby news to my family. I made a list of all the metaphors I knew for pregnancy that I could perhaps put a creative twist on. The list went like this:
1. Bun in the oven -- put a dinner roll in everyone's stocking!! HA HA HA!
2. ???
Even after a Google search, that was the only metaphor I could find. I had a vision of Ollie taking out the stockings before the big reveal (think Bumpus dogs and the turkey in A Christmas Story), so the roll-in-the-stocking idea was quickly nixed. It would have required an explanation anyway, and probably ended up in a strange debate on how a roll is not a bun.
I went with another reveal that ended up being just as effective as the roll-in-the-stocking idea, but I won't bore anyone with that story (let's just say the lottery scratch tickets we gave everyone proved to be too great a distraction). Instead, I'll share a few of the metaphors that I made up for pregnancy:
1. Bat in the cave
2. Fox in the hole
3. Pearl in the oyster
4. Canary in the mine
5. Fish in the whale
I thought I might give each family member one of these as a drawing and let them figure out what it meant. They would have been cute drawings, but they just didn't seem to have the same happy connotation that bun in the oven does. Maybe that's why it's the only pregnancy metaphor that makes the Google charts. And I just don't see corn in the soccer ball becoming a common expression for momma's condition, but if JJ is anything like his/her momma, then a little cornball isn't a metaphor after all.
I get a weekly email from a site called babycenter.com that lets me know approximately what JJ is up to in there. It includes development stages and average growth stats, and the description of the baby's current size is often expressed in terms of food. Because we all know food, right? Well, I don't get it exactly...one week I had a spaghetti squash and the next a large mango. That seems a bit backwards to me, but maybe I've never had a really large mango.
According to this week's news, JJ is as long as an ear of corn, and my lady bits are the size of a soccer ball. Weldam, that's just plain funny. I was already estimating a basketball or better, but I can go with soccer ball. That would explain JJ's impressions of Pelé.
This past Christmas, I was trying to figure out a clever way to break the baby news to my family. I made a list of all the metaphors I knew for pregnancy that I could perhaps put a creative twist on. The list went like this:
1. Bun in the oven -- put a dinner roll in everyone's stocking!! HA HA HA!
2. ???
Even after a Google search, that was the only metaphor I could find. I had a vision of Ollie taking out the stockings before the big reveal (think Bumpus dogs and the turkey in A Christmas Story), so the roll-in-the-stocking idea was quickly nixed. It would have required an explanation anyway, and probably ended up in a strange debate on how a roll is not a bun.
I went with another reveal that ended up being just as effective as the roll-in-the-stocking idea, but I won't bore anyone with that story (let's just say the lottery scratch tickets we gave everyone proved to be too great a distraction). Instead, I'll share a few of the metaphors that I made up for pregnancy:
1. Bat in the cave
2. Fox in the hole
3. Pearl in the oyster
4. Canary in the mine
5. Fish in the whale
I thought I might give each family member one of these as a drawing and let them figure out what it meant. They would have been cute drawings, but they just didn't seem to have the same happy connotation that bun in the oven does. Maybe that's why it's the only pregnancy metaphor that makes the Google charts. And I just don't see corn in the soccer ball becoming a common expression for momma's condition, but if JJ is anything like his/her momma, then a little cornball isn't a metaphor after all.
Sunday, March 21
little blessings
It's an exciting year for our family. Not only am I expecting my first, but my brother and his wife are as well, just a few weeks after us. This means my parents are getting their first two grandchildren within a month. Fun, fun, fun.
And in the early hours of this past Friday morning, my cousin and his wife welcomed their first baby into the world, a gorgeous little girl named Lily Sabine [Sigh]. Just typing this makes my throat lump and my eyes tear up, I'm so humbled and euphoric. She was a couple of weeks earlier than expected, but is healthy and doing well. Happy, happy day. My dear friend and college roomie was in town visiting us with her family, and the two of us went to see the newest member of my family. I got to meet Lily just 5 hours after her birth...a sleepy, squeaky little bundle of tiny breaths and grunts and wiggles. oof. The new parents had a little dedication prepared and asked me and my friend to be part of it. He handed us printouts of the ceremony and asked us each to do a scripture reading. Again, so humbling and so special. It was tearful and happy and a very powerful celebration of this new little life.
They too decided to be surprised, so there were sentences that said "he/she" and also blanks left to insert the baby's name. In the moment, I didn't process that detail, but reflecting on it later, it strikes me as really profound and I'm struggling to put it into adequate words. Before the birth, that blank is simply a line on a page. After, it's so much more...like a space you didn't even know needed filling before the birth of your child. Once here, it's hard to imagine your lives without that little person. I'm not describing this well, but I will ponder it more and perhaps make more sense of it another time.
At any rate, there's a lifetime of filling in the blanks ahead, of unwritten stories and new adventures. Our personal choose-your-own-adventure is on the horizon and we're patiently anticipating our leading character's debut so we can begin filling in his/her blanks. For now we are going to absorb all the joys and wonderment that Lily Sabine has just brought into the world and celebrate as her new stories unfold.
And in the early hours of this past Friday morning, my cousin and his wife welcomed their first baby into the world, a gorgeous little girl named Lily Sabine [Sigh]. Just typing this makes my throat lump and my eyes tear up, I'm so humbled and euphoric. She was a couple of weeks earlier than expected, but is healthy and doing well. Happy, happy day. My dear friend and college roomie was in town visiting us with her family, and the two of us went to see the newest member of my family. I got to meet Lily just 5 hours after her birth...a sleepy, squeaky little bundle of tiny breaths and grunts and wiggles. oof. The new parents had a little dedication prepared and asked me and my friend to be part of it. He handed us printouts of the ceremony and asked us each to do a scripture reading. Again, so humbling and so special. It was tearful and happy and a very powerful celebration of this new little life.
They too decided to be surprised, so there were sentences that said "he/she" and also blanks left to insert the baby's name. In the moment, I didn't process that detail, but reflecting on it later, it strikes me as really profound and I'm struggling to put it into adequate words. Before the birth, that blank is simply a line on a page. After, it's so much more...like a space you didn't even know needed filling before the birth of your child. Once here, it's hard to imagine your lives without that little person. I'm not describing this well, but I will ponder it more and perhaps make more sense of it another time.
At any rate, there's a lifetime of filling in the blanks ahead, of unwritten stories and new adventures. Our personal choose-your-own-adventure is on the horizon and we're patiently anticipating our leading character's debut so we can begin filling in his/her blanks. For now we are going to absorb all the joys and wonderment that Lily Sabine has just brought into the world and celebrate as her new stories unfold.
Monday, March 15
booomp!
Saturday was a rainy day. I was relaxing on the sofa and talking on the phone to my hubby, who was camping in the woods. He asked me to hold the phone up to my belly so he could talk to JJ (our nickname for bebe, because he/she is DY-NO-MITE!). A few funny comments and giggles and we were talking again as my hand rested on my belly. Next thing I know my hand moved. Moved! I interrupted him with a WHOAAAAA. He said, "What, what?!?" and I felt it again. JJ was moving, right where my hand was.
Sooooooo coooooool!
In retrospect, I'm certain that some other feelings have been movement, but my hand being on my belly -- right in the spot of the first feel-it-at-the-surface booomp -- was cooler than cool. I was sad that my hubby was on the phone and not sitting right beside me to feel it himself, but he was very excited and I like to think it made his rainy camping trip brighter. We've seen the sonograms and heard the heartbeats. There really is something special about feeling bebe move. I've had a gnarly head cold, and I must say this was some of the best medicine I've ever had. 22 weeks and 2 days, a memorable marker for the first mom/bebe hi-five.
The bump is a booompin'. Hi, bebe.
Sooooooo coooooool!
In retrospect, I'm certain that some other feelings have been movement, but my hand being on my belly -- right in the spot of the first feel-it-at-the-surface booomp -- was cooler than cool. I was sad that my hubby was on the phone and not sitting right beside me to feel it himself, but he was very excited and I like to think it made his rainy camping trip brighter. We've seen the sonograms and heard the heartbeats. There really is something special about feeling bebe move. I've had a gnarly head cold, and I must say this was some of the best medicine I've ever had. 22 weeks and 2 days, a memorable marker for the first mom/bebe hi-five.
The bump is a booompin'. Hi, bebe.
Tuesday, March 9
a six-pack of random
The lady bugs are rampant and biz-ay up in my windows. A little research on the web tells me that it is incorrect to call them lady bugs. Huh? They are actually Asian Lady Beetles. Oh. That is a huge difference. I don't want to kill them, and apparently releasing them outside is an exercise in futility. They have pheremoned my walls so completely that any ALB's within a quarter mile will be showing up to hibernate in the cold and get biz-ay when it warms up, from now until all eternity. Good thing they are cute and not here to eat the house.
Do not wash black denim with powder detergent. Even if you think you let the powder detergent completely dissolve. The splotchy jeans look was barely cool enough in the 80s; it has no chance here in the future.
I got a new-to-me car. Wheeee! It was first bought in North Pole, Alaska, so we named it Santa's Little Helper.
I really, really, really wish the neighborhood dogs would stop barking right now. Really.
Pre-natal vitamins have turned my finger and toe nails into steak knives, and they seem to be growing faster than I can maintain them. For the first time in my life, though, they kinda look pretty, even when sticking out of the holes in my socks.
Ollie and I went for a walk the other day on a lovely trail, and next to it was a small pond with the most glorious frog chorus I've heard in some time. It sounded like thousands of frogs chirping away. Ollie didn't know what to make of it and kept trying to figure out where each sound was coming from. I just stood there and basked in the noise of it all. It got louder and deeper and more complex and fervent and I just giggled and smiled like a lunatic. Two ladies walked by talking loudly and they all stopped croaking simultaneously. Instant silence. I was a little sad but still giddy about it all. A moment or two passed and a lone bullfrog rat-a-tat-tatted off an indignant call at the interruption. I laughed and began walking again, and a few minutes later I could hear in the distance that the party started again. It was tremendous fun.
Do not wash black denim with powder detergent. Even if you think you let the powder detergent completely dissolve. The splotchy jeans look was barely cool enough in the 80s; it has no chance here in the future.
I got a new-to-me car. Wheeee! It was first bought in North Pole, Alaska, so we named it Santa's Little Helper.
I really, really, really wish the neighborhood dogs would stop barking right now. Really.
Pre-natal vitamins have turned my finger and toe nails into steak knives, and they seem to be growing faster than I can maintain them. For the first time in my life, though, they kinda look pretty, even when sticking out of the holes in my socks.
Ollie and I went for a walk the other day on a lovely trail, and next to it was a small pond with the most glorious frog chorus I've heard in some time. It sounded like thousands of frogs chirping away. Ollie didn't know what to make of it and kept trying to figure out where each sound was coming from. I just stood there and basked in the noise of it all. It got louder and deeper and more complex and fervent and I just giggled and smiled like a lunatic. Two ladies walked by talking loudly and they all stopped croaking simultaneously. Instant silence. I was a little sad but still giddy about it all. A moment or two passed and a lone bullfrog rat-a-tat-tatted off an indignant call at the interruption. I laughed and began walking again, and a few minutes later I could hear in the distance that the party started again. It was tremendous fun.
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