MegaEarly Bird


*CRACK* The thunder wakes me. Squinting at the clock, to make up for the lack of glasses, I see that it’s 5 am. I just nursed baby an hour ago. I hope the thunder doesn’t wake her, too. My next concern is for my other two girls and their sleepover friend, in the tent in the yard. Will they be scared? Will they get soaked? 

Ok, time to wake hubby and check out the situation. I ask him to go get them. Out of bed he gets, and I trail behind, a few minutes later. He is already back inside; no girls. “I brought them an umbrella,” he tells me. Well, that just won’t do. I want them inside, in warm, dry beds. By now, it’s pouring. They must be awake and wet. Hubby heads out again, while I go to Jeana’s room to turn on the nightlight and make ready the bunk beds. They are already full of kids! “I heard the thunder, so we came in,” Jeana tells me, excitedly. Ah, good. Poor hubby is the only one who gets soaked; back to bed we all go.

*WAAAA* The baby wakes me. Squinting again at the clock, I see it has only been a half hour; I had only just fallen back to sleep. How many times has she woken, now? Three? Four? I’ve lost track. I curse the gods for creating this whole teething business, and out of bed again.

After an a bit of nursing and rocking, baby is back to sleep. It’s after 6 am. I can only hope that I get a little more sleep. How long will baby give me? 30 minutes? An hour? Opening my eyes again, I see she was kind. It is almost 8. This is considered sleeping in, in this house. My lovely hubby gets up with her, allowing me to drift off one last time.

The next time I see the clock, it’s almost 9. This really IS sleeping in! Still, I don’t want to get up. I almost want to keep sleeping; I have a lot of wakeful nights to make up for. But, what’s that smell? Eggs? Pancakes? Ah, life is good.

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MegaBlogging


So, why am I starting a blog?  I guess, being a mom, I have reasons to vent. Being 2012, I think I’ve forgotten how to write with pen and paper, so keeping a traditional journal is out of the question. What better way to explore my insecurities, doubts, and daily successes and failures than to proclaim them to the world (or very few, if I’m more unpopular)?

A little background on me; I live in Northern Michigan. It is beautiful here and I love it during spring, summer, and fall. Unfortunately, winter sucks and lasts around 6 months. However, when I consider living elsewhere, I remind myself that we rarely see tornadoes, never a hurricane or earthquake, and snow, compared to other natural disasters, is fairly minor and rarely deadly. I suppose I’ll suck it up, and suffer through the seemingly endless winters. So, when I complain during the middle of a snow storm and people ask me, “well, why don’t you just move?” this is why. Besides, the gorgeous seasons and endless supply of natural lakes and rivers make up for it!

I have lived elsewhere. I went to school at Western Michigan University, which is downstate. After panicking over what I should major in, several times, I ended up with a bachelor’s degree in Sociology, with a minor in Recreation.  I loved learning about these subjects, and did rather well. However, I never gave any thought to how I would put these to work for me, so to speak, after graduation.  Being that, without a Master’s or PhD, there’s not a whole lot you can do with these degrees, I have never found myself in a career in Sociology. After graduation, I moved to Boulder, Colorado with a boyfriend, and it was here that I began taking a correspondence course to become a veterinary assistant. I held an entry-level job there before moving back home, when said boyfriend and I split.

It was then that I met my husband and we created, rather quickly, our first child. We hurried to purchase a mobile home in a park, where I broke up with him. I chalk this up to pregnancy hormones; a few short months after the birth of our daughter, Jeana, we were back together and engaged.  A year later, we were married (with our daughter, 18 months, joining us in the ceremony).

After trying to conceive for 8 months, we were expecting Jeana’s little sister. Over the years, I will question the sanity of this choice many times over. When Jeana was almost 3, Paige was born and we moved to a smaller town and bigger house, to make room for our growing family.

At this point, I decide there’s NO WAY I’d have another baby. Paige is a handful and a half and, as they’ve gotten older, the girls only get along about 1/2 of the time. Somehow, we mother’s tend to forget about the tedium and discomfort of pregnancy, the horrific pain of labor and delivery, as well as the insanity brought on by countless sleepless nights and endless diaper changes. We begin to CRAVE babies.  It’s this unexplainable drive. And so, after 3 1/2 years of trying and simply not trying not to, we were expecting our third girl.

As of August 2011, we are a family of five, which I never thought possible.  Flash forward to today, May 2012 and Sophia is now 9 months old, and it is here that we begin our blogging adventure. Jeana is now 10 and Paige (who was always “Baby” to me) is 7 1/2. Sophie is at the center of all our lives, and has us wrapped around her chubby fingers. I don’t think that any of us would have it any other way, as she has certainly captured our hearts! Things are simultaneously, perfect and horribly trying. This is my first attempt at stay-at-home mothering, and it certainly is the hardest job you’ll ever love! My days can be extremely stressful, but there’s no other way I’d rather spend my time; immersed in the wonderful bond of mother/infant.  I hope you’ll enjoy my trials and tribulations!