Sick and tired of being sick and tired...

Friday Mar 27, 2009

Sick and tired of being sick and tired...

Everything around you's growin' old.
The days drag on, the nights last forever,
Every day's tougher just to keep it together.

(Can you name the band? Anyone? Hint: It's one of Derek's faves!)

Seriously, how long can a kid have a cold? Saying Jay has a "cold" is like saying Biltmore is a "house." The poor kid is sick with one of those nose-running, eyes-swelling, cough-inducing, snot-smearing, awful colds. He's been to the doctor twice, and twice we've gotten the reminder that there's nothing you can do about a virus or a cold except wait it out. Uggh. But the worst part is that he's just plain cranky! I know he's felt like crud, and I can't say I blame him. Unfortunately, when he feels like crud, his only way to make that known is to whine and cry. Which makes me want to whine and cry right back at him. Mature, I know.

But he's spent 2 days with his LaLa, which have done wonders for his physical health (and my mental health!). Being cooped up in the house with a cranky kid has given me a new respect for my SAHM friends. It's hard enough when you can take the kid to the park and do fun things together ... it's maddening when the only grownup you see all day is the noon news anchor and nothing you can do makes the little one happy. A million thanks to my mom for keeping Jay for the past few days (and spoiling him rotten as only a LaLa can!) and to my wonderful friend LJ for letting me escape for a little ice cream and gossip. Y'all are the best!

Posted at 09:02PM Mar 27, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[2]

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Saturday Mar 07, 2009

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand

Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life?

Wow - a whole year. It seems like I was pregnant yesterday, and yet it seems like Jay has been part of my life forever. How can that be? What is it about motherhood that warps the space-time continuum? (No, it's not just losing the hour for daylight savings time...) I'd love to share some meaningful reflection on what it means to hit the magic one year mark, what it means to say goodbye to my "baby" and welcome a toddler into my life, and share thoughts on motherhood as I reflect on this year. But it's seriously a little overwhelming to go there. I will say that it's been among the most challenging years of my life, and has given me a new appreciation for my extended family, my friends, and most of all my hubby. I love you all, and I thank you for helping me get to this point! It really does take a village.

We had a really fun first birthday party for Jay today. We turned our front yard into Foster Field and had a baseball celebration to remember. We played wiffleball, ate hotdogs and pretzels and cracker jacks and peanuts and laughed with friends and family. What more could you want in a birthday party? We'll just ignore the minor incident where he grabbed the burning candle off his cake then hollered for 20 minutes... He wasn't really interested in cake after that (well, who would want to eat something that burns your fingers?), but otherwise it was a great celebration of a wonderful year.

Posted at 10:53PM Mar 07, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[5]

Stand in the place where you live...

Friday Mar 06, 2009

Stand in the place where you live...

Think about direction

wonder why you haven't before

Your feet are going to be on the ground

Your head is there to move you around

So Stand

Just a quickie post today - I'm really going to try and be better about putting up SOMETHING even if it isn't the world's most fascinating entry. Jay's latest trick is that he's learned to stand up in the middle of the room without help. Picture it: he'll stick his adorable little backside out, hands and feet on the floor, like a bear. Then he'll push his hands off the floor, and then stand up, wobbling all the way. All grownups watching get excited and clap, clap, clap! Then he gets excited and claps, but the clapping throws his precarious balance off, and he crashes down again. Hilarious! Even more adorable!

He must have done it 25 times last night, over and over. Then, after time #25, we remembered to pull out LaLa's new video camera, which happened to be at our house. By the time we bring the camera into the room, he's moved on to exploring his toys. Sigh. Even after all the begging and pleading and helping we could do, we never really got him to do it again for the camera. Performance anxiety, perhaps? It's okay, kiddo. Mom and Dad don't really like to be the center of attention, either.

Posted at 02:18PM Mar 06, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[1]