This is why I love takinf walks with
Jelly....look at my view!!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Jelly Love
When I couldn't take care of my baby...these women did it for me. I wish I had a photo of all of them. There were more. Jelly and me. How lucky we are to have them.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Open Wide!!
My girl's first meal!!
A little rice cereal mixed with mom's milk...sounds scrumptious, no? Jelly thought so!!
She's been eyeballing us as we eat lately so today on her 4 month birthday we figured we'd celebrate with her very own feast!
Daddy and Jelly...always a riot!
Here comes the airplane!!
A little rice cereal mixed with mom's milk...sounds scrumptious, no? Jelly thought so!!
She's been eyeballing us as we eat lately so today on her 4 month birthday we figured we'd celebrate with her very own feast!
Daddy and Jelly...always a riot!
Here comes the airplane!!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Party girl!
Look at Jelly's fabulous dress! A gift from the ever fashionable Auntie O.!! She just looked adorable in it yesterday for K's baby shower! Jelly can't wait to meet N.! That's all she babbles about!Beauty girl
I love Jelly's sweet face. I read that a baby's smile taps into the pleasure centers of the mother's brain...that's why I'm high as a kite!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mother's Day
What a perfect day for a blog entry.
Not sure why I couldn't blog through my pregnancy, just couldn't. It was like I didn't want to draw attention to myself, trying to fly under the radar.
I had a typical first trimester. Green with morning sickness, belching, sciatica, a kicking gag reflex and a thickening waistline right around the beginning of the second trimester.
Second trimester was afloat of maternal bliss. A perfectly cute round belly, great big apetite, sleeping well, no heartburn. Just diffuculty with pelvic pain and that gag reflex. Would feel the baby, then wouldn't feel a thing for days. It made for a nervous mamma. On Valentine's Day, I spent the afternoon on a monitor at the hospital to find that the baby was moving like a champ. Put my mind at ease.
Third trimester: Oh lawd I'm big! Difficulty sleeping, episodes of riding the hormonal runaway train, pelvic pain that stopped walking for exercise, crazy extremity edema, first signs of stretch marks, though not too bad!!! The great thing is that I feel Juliet move all the time and it makes me calm and happy to know that she is OK. She gets the hiccups every night that jolt my belly! She's moving furniture in there, namely my lower right rib. She seems to want to push it out some!! I notice that she sleeps at night a lot when I do. What a cutie!
Not sure why I couldn't blog through my pregnancy, just couldn't. It was like I didn't want to draw attention to myself, trying to fly under the radar.
I had a typical first trimester. Green with morning sickness, belching, sciatica, a kicking gag reflex and a thickening waistline right around the beginning of the second trimester.
Second trimester was afloat of maternal bliss. A perfectly cute round belly, great big apetite, sleeping well, no heartburn. Just diffuculty with pelvic pain and that gag reflex. Would feel the baby, then wouldn't feel a thing for days. It made for a nervous mamma. On Valentine's Day, I spent the afternoon on a monitor at the hospital to find that the baby was moving like a champ. Put my mind at ease.
Third trimester: Oh lawd I'm big! Difficulty sleeping, episodes of riding the hormonal runaway train, pelvic pain that stopped walking for exercise, crazy extremity edema, first signs of stretch marks, though not too bad!!! The great thing is that I feel Juliet move all the time and it makes me calm and happy to know that she is OK. She gets the hiccups every night that jolt my belly! She's moving furniture in there, namely my lower right rib. She seems to want to push it out some!! I notice that she sleeps at night a lot when I do. What a cutie!
Friday, October 5, 2007
How long can you hold your breath??
Well, I can for a month!! No blog entries in September at all!!
Eric and I both breathed sweet sighs of releif. Hoping that the Reign of infertility terror is well behind us. Now, we revel in our good fortune!! 108 heartbeats per minute. Such an active bean. Measuring 5 weeks 5 days (I'm 6 weeks today...that's gestational weeks). Due date 6/1/08, although that could change a number of times in the next few weeks!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Jessica's Shower
It was a success. Great food and wine, lots of laughs and girl talk. An obscene amount of gifts. All that a shower should be. I'm happy that my friend had such a beautiful celebration.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Lucy-fur
My mom rescued this angel dog! She's all terrier and quite the glamour girl! I fell in love with her!
She's come a long way. From growling and snarling, to trusting and sharing Walt's ice cream cones.
I hear she's taken up golf. A true rags-to-riches story!
Underrated Grief
by Molly FumiaWhat is the death of a child? It is, indeed a question mark. It is the loss of hope, of imaginings, of order within the future. It is a persistent, stinging regret, a lifetime of "what ifs." The life of a child, however shortened, is still very real to those who have already begun to imagine the future with a new baby and known, as only a happily pregnant woman can, his or her existence within her. It is a life simply unlived, and grief for the loss of that dream can be profound.
Having experienced two miscarriages, I suggest that it is an event capable of provoking deep longing and debilitating emptiness, especially for those who have no other children to offer relief from the pain. Where once life seemed full of hope and promise, only questions remain. What day would he have been born? What would she have been like? What are we missing, now that the baby we created is gone? The reality of motherhood has only begun to blossom when its source is suddenly taken away. Unable to keep up with such profound changes, both body and spirit continue to act as if the hope was still alive; that "feeling" given forth by the life within us persists for a long while after its death.
Grieving for your children lost to miscarriage is appropriate and should be honored. A small ceremony with your loved ones, planting a tree, time away to befriend the feelings and imagine a new future--all these concrete acts will help. The message is clear--if you are in pain, be kind to yourself. Grieve until you are healed. And enable others to grieve as they must.
Having experienced two miscarriages, I suggest that it is an event capable of provoking deep longing and debilitating emptiness, especially for those who have no other children to offer relief from the pain. Where once life seemed full of hope and promise, only questions remain. What day would he have been born? What would she have been like? What are we missing, now that the baby we created is gone? The reality of motherhood has only begun to blossom when its source is suddenly taken away. Unable to keep up with such profound changes, both body and spirit continue to act as if the hope was still alive; that "feeling" given forth by the life within us persists for a long while after its death.
Grieving for your children lost to miscarriage is appropriate and should be honored. A small ceremony with your loved ones, planting a tree, time away to befriend the feelings and imagine a new future--all these concrete acts will help. The message is clear--if you are in pain, be kind to yourself. Grieve until you are healed. And enable others to grieve as they must.
Excerpted with permission from "A Piece of My Heart: Living Through the Grief of Miscarriage, Stillbirth, or Infant Death" by Molly Fumia, Conari Press, 2000.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Jim & Donna
We had dinner with Jim and Donna two weeks ago. What a fabulous evening. I love the situation of their home on the pond, in the woods.
What sanctuary.
a man and his tv
When I met Eric, he wanted one. Now it's all his!
Spent the evening with Steve and Deanna....and you know what that means! I got to see CoCo Bean! And she's bigger and cuter!! I tried to take her picture but I couldn't keep away from her long enough!! Here's the best I got!
Steve says she very naughty and loves eggs (you can't crack one without her comarunnin' for some omelet action!) and ham (no doubt, low sodium like momma Mar fed her)!!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
The stomping of the grapes
Here's my fil, Andre, making homemade vino! 
Can't wait to be invited over to try some!
A busy day.
I got my hair done this morning and my 29 year old hairdresser had to have a total hysterectomy and a portion of her bowel removed. She had uterine cancer. When the docs went in to perform the hyterectomy they found a tumor the size of a fig on her bladder and another on her bowel. Both came back cancerous.
Luckily, she already has two beautiful daughters. They are delightful. But she said that she and her husband were thinking of having another.
I think God is trying to tell me something. So often, I'm in situations where I'm forced to re-evaluate really how good I have it. Yes, losing three children isn't chump change. It's real and it plain sucks and it hurts and it's life altering and it has simply broken our hearts. Two people that love each other, that have married, built a home, finished our educations, have money for food. We truly and earnestly want a family to have all of the bliss of pregnancy and welcoming their first baby into the world just robbed of us has been a cruel blow to us both. Let alone the grief process that seems never ending, especially now that September is aproaching and we mourn yet another birthday with no sweet babe in our arms.
That said, I'm reminded of how lucky I am when Eric tells me how pretty I am when I'm feeling fat and old, that we are perfectly healthy. And most importanly, how much we laugh.
Although, we are not promised tomorrow, tomorrow has much promise.
Can't wait to be invited over to try some!A busy day.
I got my hair done this morning and my 29 year old hairdresser had to have a total hysterectomy and a portion of her bowel removed. She had uterine cancer. When the docs went in to perform the hyterectomy they found a tumor the size of a fig on her bladder and another on her bowel. Both came back cancerous.
Luckily, she already has two beautiful daughters. They are delightful. But she said that she and her husband were thinking of having another.
I think God is trying to tell me something. So often, I'm in situations where I'm forced to re-evaluate really how good I have it. Yes, losing three children isn't chump change. It's real and it plain sucks and it hurts and it's life altering and it has simply broken our hearts. Two people that love each other, that have married, built a home, finished our educations, have money for food. We truly and earnestly want a family to have all of the bliss of pregnancy and welcoming their first baby into the world just robbed of us has been a cruel blow to us both. Let alone the grief process that seems never ending, especially now that September is aproaching and we mourn yet another birthday with no sweet babe in our arms.
That said, I'm reminded of how lucky I am when Eric tells me how pretty I am when I'm feeling fat and old, that we are perfectly healthy. And most importanly, how much we laugh.
Although, we are not promised tomorrow, tomorrow has much promise.
me and my bright ideas
Who's so dumb to share their blog with their husband after they blogged about a handsome RE?
C'est moi!
Here's his email to me....
I got your "dreamy doc" right here! ('zzziiiip")
geesh!!
I love that man of mine (most of time, when I'm not scheming his demise for some random transgression)...Eric Lonchambon. He truly is dreamy.
C'est moi!
Here's his email to me....
I got your "dreamy doc" right here! ('zzziiiip")
geesh!!
I love that man of mine (most of time, when I'm not scheming his demise for some random transgression)...Eric Lonchambon. He truly is dreamy.
Friday, August 10, 2007
A great day
My dear Carole's frustrating and discouraging wait is over. She was hired today by Fairfield school district.
I just love it when dreams come true, when wishes become reality. Most of all I loved the sound in her voice. She is so happy, and so am I! Here's Caleb in a Stance of Victory...just like his momma!
The heat broke around 4:20pm....and a glorious cool breeze came along. It was a gift.
and last but not least. It's so Friday. A busy week is over and I'm loving my house and "me" time. I'm so lucky to have time to myself. I have to stop and conciously savor it, for in no time I may look back with great fondness on the days that were all mine...to read The Secret as I am tonight, and to fry up a plate of breaded fresh jersey zucchini and eat it all...as I just did.
I just love it when dreams come true, when wishes become reality. Most of all I loved the sound in her voice. She is so happy, and so am I! Here's Caleb in a Stance of Victory...just like his momma!
The heat broke around 4:20pm....and a glorious cool breeze came along. It was a gift.
and last but not least. It's so Friday. A busy week is over and I'm loving my house and "me" time. I'm so lucky to have time to myself. I have to stop and conciously savor it, for in no time I may look back with great fondness on the days that were all mine...to read The Secret as I am tonight, and to fry up a plate of breaded fresh jersey zucchini and eat it all...as I just did.
Divinity.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Truvy
I saw an interview a long time ago with the cast of Steel Magnolias.
Julia Roberts was telling the story of how they were filming in the summer in the south. She was complaining to Dolly Parton about the heat.
Dolly told her that she didn't want to complain because being an actress was her dream come true and she could at least put up with the heat.
If I ever hold a pregnacy.
I promise not to complain and just put up with the heat.
Julia Roberts was telling the story of how they were filming in the summer in the south. She was complaining to Dolly Parton about the heat.
Dolly told her that she didn't want to complain because being an actress was her dream come true and she could at least put up with the heat.
If I ever hold a pregnacy.
I promise not to complain and just put up with the heat.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Baby fix
One of my providers grandson's was over and I got to hold and love him up!!
He's getting so big! 9 months already.
He's a chunk and love bug!
He's getting so big! 9 months already.
He's a chunk and love bug!
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