And, as you might guess, Dennis launched operation babygate-installation-gone-wild at our house as soon as we got home this afternoon.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
And then, all at once, our life changed.
And, as you might guess, Dennis launched operation babygate-installation-gone-wild at our house as soon as we got home this afternoon.
Monday, June 14, 2010
One Year Ago...
To my sweet little boy,
This past year has been truly amazing. Everyone in our household has learned so much about each other and fallen more in love each day. And yes, even Echo has fallen in love with her little brother (and, by the way, she loves you the most when you don't pull her hair, her tail, or sneak up on her).
Your dad and I thought that you would never roll over (on purpose) onto your stomach, or really crawl (not just the wounded soldier crawl that you did for so long) and now you are about to walk on your own. You are pulling yourself up on your crib, the coffee table, and just about anything else that you can get your hands on. You stretch just as far as you possibly can to reach from one object to the next. It's becoming more clear each day that crawling is for sissies.
Connor, you are going to be quite the talker. That might be a trait inherited from me... not sure, though. At times, your baby babble doesn't seem like it is going to end...EVER. You keep talking (and getting louder) as you get excited. "Mama" and "Dada" have come out of your mouth numerous times but your favorite word is very obvious: "ba" (ball).
In the last 12 months, you've traveled to Missouri three times, visited Hilton Head, scoped out Destin with Nana, Papa & AK, and checked out the North Georgia mountains with the Surgalas. And, you are lucky enough to have another trip to the beach planned with BAM and Grandpa Martin in the next few weeks. You are quite the well-traveled man.
A well-traveled man, yes, and also a ladies' man. Samantha smooched you when we went to the North Georgia mountains and she had no shame. She planted a kiss on your cheek right in front of us (you were stationery in your bouncy-seat). Then, at your 1st birthday party, you were all about crawling over to Samantha and kissing her back. She didn't seem to mind, though. That was all good and well until we went to Missouri where you had a lot of fun kissing on Georgia (and she on you) on the living room couch.
I look at you now and think about how big and how old you are. And how fast it happened. But one thing that will never get old is your contagious laugh and your sweet smile. Everyone comments on how happy you are and I just love that about you.
While I won't let you forget that you were supposed to make your debut May 30th 2009 and instead made your appearance several days LATER, Please know, that I will never forget the day you did arrive and how much more sweet you've made our lives since that very moment.
Happy 1st birthday, Connor!
Love,
Mom
Monday, May 31, 2010
I'm Not Going to Cry. No Way.
As much as I love Connor's beautiful hair, the whole helmet-head hairdo just wasn't doing it for him anymore. Well, it might have been "doing it" for him, but not-so-much doing it for his parents. So we went to Snip-Its for his first haircut this afternoon.
It was a surprisingly easy process. Connor cooperated with the nice lady cutting his hair and didn't fuss at all. I was the one doing the fussing. I mean, I wasn't doing an all-out-cry, but tears definitely appeared at the corners of my eyes. I don't know where they came from, but all of the sudden I realized that we have a little boy now, not a baby.
Think I could get a certificate like this the next time I go to the salon? If I ask really, really nicely??
((This is my first attempt at playing with the video software we have. I promise not to make a video of EVERYTHING we do and I also promise to learn how to put music or other background music on during the photo slideshow. Suggestions are welcome.))
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Catching Up

While his parents were soaking in the rays, Connor decided to push himself up from his wounded-soldier crawling position into the sitting position. We thought that this would never happen! And, with the encouragement of his grandparents, Connor began to learn how to pull himself up onto furniture and all of the sudden a new world opened up to him. And a big part of our world closed us off.

Connor has officially been on the move for some time but once he realized that he could actually reach the items that he had been staring at for the last 11 months, it was all over. For us. And it was just beginning. For him.
May 13th was the first time that we SAW Connor pull himself up in his crib. I say that it is the first time we SAW him do this because we secretly think that he has been able to pull himself up, walk, talk, and do all kinds of things.

And, it's fine that he is going to make us wait. It really is. He is changing way too fast as it is. Our little baby is no longer a baby. He is a sweet little boy.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Kidney Stones Update
It's funny how things happen in life and just when you think you are big and brave (because you have to be, once you become a mother), you find yourself wanting to be held and told that everything will be just fine. I guess I felt like we have been so busy lately that I asked Dennis if he could please just drop me off and pick me up at the appropriate times and I thought that I would be OK. He asked me if I was sure and I laughed at him: it is a simple out-patient procedure and I am fine. F-I-N-E.
Then, we were at dinner (surprise: eating at our mexican restaurant) a week or so ago and I asked Dennis if he would come to the next surgery. There's something comforting about knowing that he's there, in the waiting room, not far from me. Of course he said that he'd be there and reminded me that he wanted to be there for the other two rounds of lithotripsy, but I told him not to be.
So, tomorrow will come and go and everything will be easier and better because Dennis will be there.
It's kind-of like when we die and are buried next to each other. I made Dennis promise that we will each have walkie-talkies in our coffin as well as a TV. (1) We need to be able to talk to each other because, yes, we will STILL have things to talk about and (2) who knows how long we'll be down there before going up to heaven so we absolutely need a TV to help pass the time. Helllooo.
Ah-hem. Back to the kidney stones. After the first lithotripsy, I remember asking the Anesthesiologist to tell me exactly what drugs he gave me. He named a few that I didn't recognize and then mentioned Propofol. I looked at him and said, "Not Propofol! That's what they gave to Michael Jackson!" I don't remember as much immediately after the second surgery, but the Anesthesiologist said that I kept saying, "I sell drugs by day and margaritas by night".
My point in all of this is that you shouldn't feel bad for me because Dennis will be with me and we are going to blow this sucker to smitherines tomorrow. And, don't feel bad for Dennis as he is definitely in for some random conversations as he drives me home post-lithotripsy. But, now that I think about it, we have those random conversations everyday already... So, OK, feel bad for Dennis.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Why I Despise Obamacare
I am not saying that we don't need healthcare reform. And don't let yourself be fooled that this IS anything of the sort. A vote for this bill was merely a vote for higher taxes, fewer benefits, higher premiums and bigger deficits. And as Herman Cain said so eloquently, this is not a healthcare reform bill, rather it is a healthcare deform bill.
While cruising the Internet in search of details tucked away in this bill, I came across the article below. I couldn't sum it up any better. Please take a minute to read it and hope that you don't get sick. Ever.
The most remarkable immediate result of the vote is, well, nothing much at all. Next year is already slated to be a tough year for Americans, as the expiration of the Bush tax cuts promises to suck billions from the private sector. Now ObamaCare's mandates will increase health spending by businesses and households -- with more "health-reform" tax hikes set to hit in the years ahead.
That's not to say there will be no short-term effects. The bill immediately redefines youth to age 26, mandating that group and individual health plans cover adult "children" up to that age. This will certainly increase premiums, as will the new law's ban on policies that have lifetime and annual limits on health-care services.
Americans will also start to pick up a portion of the $20 billion in tax hikes imposed on medical-device companies, as well the new taxes on drug manufacturers. And we'll no longer be allowed to buy over-the-counter medications with our flexible-spending accounts.
But the most onerous of the bill's taxes start to take effect in 2013. Families with incomes greater than $250,000 will pay a higher Medicare Payroll Tax up to 2.35 percent, plus a new 3.8 percent tax on interest and dividend income. With this stroke, Democrats have managed to punish both work and the savings of American families.
Congress radically cuts the annual contribution to flexible health-care spending accounts from $5,000 to $2,500 and limits deductions of catastrophic health-care expenses. Both moves promise hardship for families that face costly, chronic medical conditions. Half of those who take advantage of the medical-expense deduction earn less that $50,000 a year.
By 2014, the new law will certainly put the health-insurance market in full crisis. That's the year insurers will have to offer polices to all comers -- charging healthy people the same premiums as those who waited until they were sick to buy a policy. That reform has devastated the private-insurance market in every state that has adopted it -- pushing premiums so high that more than half of individual and small group policyholders drop their insurance altogether. These people will have nowhere to get except the federally created and subsidized "insurance exchanges." Meanwhile, fines of $2,000 per employee will fall on businesses with 50 or more workers if any employee gets a subsidy from the federal government.
Starting in 2018, "Cadillac" insurance plans will be taxed -- individual polices over $10,200 a year and family plans over $27,500. The way the tax is "indexed," in time it'll cover more and more Americans -- just as the Alternative Minimum Income Tax, first targeted at the super-rich, now hits millions in the middle class.
The individual mandate is laughably weak, with fines starting at one-half of 1 percent of income in 2014 and topping out at 2 percent in 2016. Many Americans will game the system, paying the fine until a major health expense hits, and then buying insurance at government-mandated rates as if they were healthy.
It is clear from the polls that 56 percent of Americans don't want the government to take over their health care. But Obama, Pelosi and Reid don't care: They believe that government should be bigger and is better able to make decisions than individuals about how to run their lives.
There's no doubt that under this plan, taxes for all Americans will go up, deficits will climb, care will be rationed and all of us will be on their way to living under a government-run system of "Medicaid for all.
If you still TRULY believe that the current administration was trying to help more people afford health insurance, rather than redistribute wealth, then you are sorely mistaken. You must either be a true socialist or you just aren't paying attention.
Insurance premiums will go up, taxes will increase, healthcare services and quality will be rationed, and we are all screwed. Now THAT is change that we can believe in.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Happy Tax Freedom Day
And don't think that it's getting better any time soon. As large deficits have proven in the past, the "Tax Freedom Day" will likely move later and later in the next few years. Our administration is increasing the deficit and taxes so feverishly that I have no doubt that we'll all be slaves for progressively longer amounts of time each year. Yay.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
An Eggstra Special Easter
Lucky for us (or maybe for Connor), he love, love, LOVED the baby pool. He played it in Saturday and Sunday and provided us with plenty of excitement. We were happy to be sitting on the patio, sipping our margaritas and letting our food digest as he splashed and played and kept us all - himself included - entertained.
I imagine our stove is pretty pissed at us right now because it has worked harder in the last few days than it has ever had to work. Seriously. I probably should give it a break and not cook for a few days. Or weeks, maybe. I am just thinking of what is best for the stove, of course. I'm always thinking about what's best for others...




