From this moment...

Saturday Jun 27, 2009

From this moment...

...Life has begun
From this moment,
You are the one

Warning, sappy post coming up. If you're reading for my witty humor (or, more likely, my uber-cheezy attempts at humor!) you'll be sadly disappointed. I just saw this video that one of my Facebook friends posted, and it truly touched me. Life is made of a million little moments, some happy, some sad. It is so easy to lose sight of that in planning for the future and always looking for that greener pasture. This video is by two parents who have redefined for me what it means to live fully in each moment and to cherish what you have.

Get your kleenex ready...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0

Posted at 08:20PM Jun 27, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[1]

If I had a hammer...

Sunday Jun 21, 2009

If I had a hammer...

I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening

I can say this for sure - if I had a hammer (and I do) I'd most definitely hammer in the evening. We may have lost our minds because we have undertaken a major home improvement project. We're remodeling my craft room and a non-functional half bath into a pantry, laundry/utility room, and real half bath. You know, the kind of bathroom where you don't have to sit on the toilet sideways. Seriously, the front edge of the toilet was about 4 inches from the wall, so you literally had to sit sideways. Did people in the 50's not have knees?

We're still in the fun stage, aka demolition. Walls come down way faster than they go up. Carpet comes up way faster than new flooring goes down. Check out our progress:

Matt giving me a hand

Derek punching through the wall with his head

Matt conquered Mt. Chunk-of-Sheetrock

Bye bye tiny bathroom!

But the best part of the whole thing was that all of the work we've done was completed AFTER Jay was asleep. His room is righ next to the demolition zone; in fact, his crib is on the wall about 4 inches away from one of the walls we were ripping out. And he didn't even make a peep. When I said the kid loves his sleep, I wasn't kidding.

Posted at 10:44PM Jun 21, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[3]

Good Night, Sweetheart...

Wednesday Jun 10, 2009

Good Night, Sweetheart...

...well, it's time to go (do, do, dee, oh doh)

Peek in on a little Foster family time...Earlier tonight, Jay was happily playing with his toys in the den, pushing his trucks down the ramp of his new gas station (Thanks, Jasper!!). It was only 7:15, and he doesn't usually go to bed until close to 8:00. Suddenly, he stood up and said "Nite Nite."

"Do you want to go night nite?" I asked.

He stands up and walks through the kitchen and into his bedroom. I get up to follow him, and by the time I get there, he's standing at the crib on his tippy toes trying to pull himself up and INTO the crib. Yes, our kid told us that he wanted to go to bed. We kissed him goodnight, laid him down, and he never even squeaked. How lucky am I?

When I was pregnant, I of course had many dreams for him. I hope he gets his Grandpa's sense of humor. I hope he gets his Dad's patience. I hope he gets compassion and kindness to others from his LaLa. But most of all, (totally selfish desire here!) I hope he gets Uncle Matt's sleeping habits. He is a champion sleeper ... he can sleep anywhere, anytime. My brother could, and actually has, sleep through a hurricane. So I guess I got my wish - Jay got Uncle Matt's love of sleep. Somebody remind me about 14 years from now when I've spent an hour trying to forcefully drag him out of bed that you get what you ask for.

Posted at 10:57PM Jun 10, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[2]

Comments:

Jen, that is really, really funny! He can join the "We Love Our Beds" club (WLOB)that BA and I had in college.

Posted by Brandi on June 11, 2009 at 01:09 PM EDT #

Jen, you make me laugh. Parenthood becomes to easy when your kid asks to sleep. I would say he would be quite the prodigy if he next asked to be potty trained.

Posted by Ali Perry on July 02, 2009 at 08:42 PM EDT #

That's what you get when you confuse...

Friday Jun 05, 2009

That's what you get when you confuse...

your stomach with your heart!
-Barenaked Ladies

Man, I'm getting to the point where I need to start every entry with "Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It's been 3 weeks since my last blog post." Seriously, I just realized I've only posted 3 times since Easter! Geez, what has been keeping me so busy? Oh yeah - job, husband, kids, travel. Sigh. I promise I'll do better. My posts may be more brief, but I really will try to put up something at least once a week. Really.

So, Bonjor from Montreal! Derek's here for a conference, and I'm tagging along for the opportunity to stay in a swanky hotel with fluffy towels. For me, the ultimate in luxury is a fantastic hot shower, thick towels, and someone to clean your bathroom for you. So I'm living it up! While he's off preaching about the dangers of cryptosporidia in baby cows (did I spell that right, honey?) I'm napping and blogging and planning our adventures for tomorrow.

Like all our travels, we have pretty much planned our routes around where to eat. Tonight, beer festival. Tomorrow, smoked meat from Schwartz's. After that, poutine, the Montreal comfort food of French Fries topped with cheese curds and gravy. Sounds like a heart attack on a plate. Can somebody forward this to Miss Betty? She just didn't know that her fries & gravy at Two Guys were a French-Canadian delicacy!

But I am missing my baby boy something awful. I got a phone call from his teacher yesterday while I was stuck in the Cincinnati airport waiting for our flight attendant to appear (a 2 hour delay!). Jay was feverish and needed to go home. I had to call LaLa to go pick him up early. She says he's feeling better, but I still hate being away when he isn't feeling well. When you're sick, you need your mama! But I'm sure she's taking good care of him - she even called the nurse line at our pediatrician just to be sure.

I think when Derek imagined a romantic long weekend in Montreal (the O is a pair of smooching lips in all the tourism info!), he didn't really imagine me calling home every hour, on the hour. So I'm trying to balance my mommy instinct to check on my baby with my opportunity for a few nice days with the hubby. And so far, we are having a great time!

Posted at 04:34PM Jun 05, 2009 by Jen Foster in General | Comments[1]