I’m tired today….
I’m tired today….
Emma is 3 years old today…THREE! I know I sound like every other parent out there, but really! Where does the time go? I feel especially frustrated that the time has gone so quickly with Emma because after having Connor and Gracie I knew that time was going to fly and I made the conscience effort to pay attention. To slow down and enjoy the moments. To notice the little moments.
I thought that doing all of that would some how slow down time. Would allow me to have my baby just a bit longer. I was wrong.
Emma is my baby. Mine. When God told me to have Emma…well, yell is more like it…I already had the “perfect” family. A boy and a girl. One of each. I would be a rich woman if I had a dollar for everytime someone (mostly strangers) said, “Oh, how lovely! A boy and a girl! Now you can be done!” I didn’t feel done, but who was I to argue with “perfection?” 🙂
Then there was the night. The night when God yelled at me that I was waiting too long. That there was a little girl just waiting to come to our family and we were taking to long. Her name was Emma and she was getting impatient. I cried on my bed that night to Chris. Told him what I knew; what God had told me. I had never had an experience like that before and I haven’t since. But, when God yells, I listen.
Emma has been a joyous addition to our family. She is cute, fun, kind and stubborn. She expects the world to revolve around her because usually it does. She has changed so much since she was born with such chubby cheeks that she could barely open her eyes. She is loved and she loves back.
Happy Birthday Emma! We love you!
Emma Marie Hess 9lbs 6 oz 20 inches
Three days after she is born
Emma turns 1, we call it the orange year.
Emma with her cousin. He was born one day before her…a year apart. Oh, just to update a previous post, Emma’s birthday is tomorrow…NOT Tuesday. I give a word of thanks to my little sister for teasing torturing pointing that mistake out to me. And just on a side note, she worships admires stalks is so in tune with me that not only did she steal have her first born almost on Emma’s birthday, but she is expecting again and will give birth right around Gracie or Connor’s birthdays! Love ya Sis! 😉
Emma today with her two favorite people in the whole world!
Today has been a weird kind of day. Both wonderful and slightly disorientating.
Connor stayed home from school because…well, because. In return for this consideration he had to help me whenever I wanted and I made him a long overdue Dr.’s appointment (with shots). I also made a well check appointment for Emma also because she is going to be THREE next Tuesday…goodness, my baby…
During all this planning and working and such, I spoke to Chris about these plans and reminded him of Article 2 in the Parental Addendum of our Marriage Agreement. What is Article 2 you ask?? What is the Marriage Agreement you ask?? Well, it is the agreed way of handling certain situations we have arrived at over the last 15 years of marriage. Here is what Article 2 states: “In the case where the afore mentioned child(ren) require a medical appointment where injections of any kind will be taking place, the Father (Christopher David Hess) will transport and accompany said child(ren) to the appointment without the Mother (Julie Diane Hess) needing to be present. ” Thus, Chris took the two children to the doctor’s today. Connor got two shots and Emma one.
Then the good part! After the appointment we all met at Olive Garden for lunch! WooHoo! It was to cheer up the kids, of course! Ahem, anyways we ate lunch courtesy of Fidelity due to the award Chris won recently. So, what is better than Olive Garden for lunch? FREE Olive Garden for lunch!
After lunch…work, work, dinner, work. Chris left to deliver a piece of equipment for me due to our new family business (more on that later) and while he was gone I started to wrangle the girls to bed. They were in the tub making a HUGH mess washing when I saw some figures moving on the other side of the front door.
Now let me give you a little background here; We have had someone leave stuff on our front porch lately. Sometimes it is nice (ice cream cake) and sometimes it’s not (burrito…alone…no plate). So, when I saw something going on by the front door, I thought is was our prankster and I took my chance to find out who it was. Well, it wasn’t our prankster…it was AWESOME! I’m guessing it was some young women from our church because they ran screaming to a waiting Suburban when I opened the door, but the surprise was amazing! Our house had hearts taped all over it, Chris’s car too. And on the front porch was a plate, oh WHAT A PLATE, of goodies. It made my night. You couldn’t help but smile at the surprise and thoughtfulness of it all. Really lovely. But, here is where the parental fail comes in. While I’m basking in the glow of M&M’s, cookies, etc. I”m reminded of the young women at church and that thought leads to the thought of, “how sweet of them all to gather like that.” Which leads to this thought, “OH CR*P! BOYSCOUTS!” I totally forgot about Connor’s Scout meeting at church tonight! Ugh! FAIL!
So, there you have it. A day with more good than crazy and really…can you ask for more than that?
This is not good. This is not good for anyone…
All I can say is that I have wanted for my entire life to look like this when I sleep. ALL MY LIFE. Instead, I, the mother of this child, look like a drooling, squished faced, crazy haired zombie. Without even wanting too or trying she looks like this:
It’s not even fair.