Good Morning!
I recently posted a FB status update, and said it in such a way that it apparently hit a nerve. I wasn't expecting the comment to be anything more than a blip on the screen, but it quickly turned into a party where everyone felt the need to jump in and give their two cents. I have to say, looking at the many comments I got, most of them were supportive and encouraging. However, the negative and critical comments always sit a little heavier than then the positive ones, even when there are a lot of positive ones.
By the end of the day (that I posted) I had every intention of leaving it behind and moving on to more constructive things, and so that is what I did. However, that is hard to do when Facebook as a medium is designed to continually reposition what you've posted in the past. It is especially hard to do when you've dropped the subject and moved on with your day, but you continue receiving feedback from family members and friends to, in a nutshell, "simma down". Specifically, my father, my mother in law, and my friend Gabe from college.
(And yes, I called you out. : ) Although this post is not directed only at you, I figure if each of you felt strongly enough to continue the conversation, then you should be ok with being mentioned here)
I've always been told "three times you've been witnessed"....So, at this point, people pleasing personality that I am always tempted to become, I would be kidding to say this conversation, that began with a post and is continuing with private messages from family and friends, isn't stirring me up a bit.
I'm not even going to try to pretend that this is the first time I've found myself caught up in a communication debungle like this. It isn't. And sorry to tell you, I know myself well enough that even if I try really, really, hard - it won't be the last time. Actually, if you've known me for more than a year, you probably can attest to the fact that it won't be the last time!
I am aware that I am a big personality and I'm naturally happy and loud. I know that when I walk in a room, even if I am completely quiet, I tend to cause a stir. It's not something I like or try to do, it just happens. I have a really wonderful and also a very bad way of making my life seem as though I have had no trial or tribulation involved in earning the joy that I find it very easy to throw around. I'm a bit reckless with it. I'm transparent. I'm honest. I'm some weird combination of very discerning and oblivious, and I say things that get me into trouble. Not all the time, but sometimes. I've learned myself over 34 years and so I know the perks of disguising myself as a wallflower - to smile politely, to nod, and to keep my mouth shut, or to say the bare minimum. I've learned to step WAY back and let others take the spotlight, and to be happy doing it. I'm so happy doing it that I've made a career of it, even though it comes very naturally to me to be front and center stage.
I am aware of all these things about myself, because I've benefited from the strength of these characteristics and also had to live with the really hard consequences of them. As Christ was called to die to himself, in honor of him - whether I am experiencing the peaks or the valleys of my personality design - I live ultimately and thoughtfully in surrender to Him. (Well, as ultimately and thoughtfully as I imperfectly am able, by His grace alone...)
Which brings me to my point.
Anyone who's worth having around me isn't looking to critique, correct, or judge me. Even on Facebook. They get my heart, and they like me the way that I am, debungled communication and all. They get what I mean to say, and they aren't looking to fix my image or presentation.
I have six hundred and something "friends" on facebook, which was probably a mistake to allow, but it is what it is now, and I haven't found a way to correct that that doesn't require me spending hours categorizing everyone into certain lists and groups. If you know of one, please message me. I have 25 people at all times waiting in my friend request box and I am slow to hit the friend button - I usually end up doing it all on one day when my attitude has just been "screw it!" I say "screw it!"because I know with every friend add, I'm sure I'm opening myself up even further. Trust me, I've thought a million times about deleting myself, I've censored myself, I've resolved to go through and delete every person that I truly don't consider a "friend" so that I could keep myself and others 'safe' from any possible misinterpretations. I've considered ending the account all together.
At the end of the day, what does that solve? This is me! I take me everywhere I go, even on facebook.
As my coach said - "Those that matter don't mind, and those that mind don't matter".
As another friend encouraged - "Keep being you".
And here is what I have to say - If you don't like what I have to post, you don't have to be my personal FB friend. It's not all business with me. It is some business, but not all. I'm not on FB or on this blog to put up a front, to be PC, to please people, or to be your version of my perfect. When I talk about me, I am not talking about you. When I say "you", I most likely mean "I", because I have made it a value of mine to serve Christ and in so doing, I talk out loud to myself, and sometimes it's on FB.
I am also not coming on your page to critique or judge your comments, (although I have the ability and discernment to do so) so have the same respect for me. I'm on FB to be connected, encouraged, inspired, and equipped, and to hopefully do the same in return for others. I have a right to my own opinions, and they may not agree with yours. If I don't agree with you and you bothered posting your disagreements on my page, I am going to tell you. I figure that's pretty fair!
If you are not okay with that - then please, do us both a favor - Delete!
If you still have something negative or critical to say after reading this post, then please re-read it, and then...delete me!
Finally, as Forrest Gump said, "That's all I have to say about that!"
Zuleida : )
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
August 16th - Zeke's 1st Update
This is a letter I wrote by email on August 16th, 2012 to inform my family and friends shortly after we found out that he was born blind because of bilateral congenital cataracts. (Note: The dates and times for invitation to prayer here have already passed.)
Most of you have heard by now that Zeke was born unable to see. If you hadn't yet heard, I'm sorry to deliver the news this way to you. We were shocked too, as I expected him to get glasses at the pediatric opthamologist, not a referral for surgery. The diagnoses is "bilateral congenital cataracts". Without the surgery, he would remain blind. Since we've known for a couple of weeks now, we are past the point of asking "why" did this happen and have moved on to doing what we can to fix and make the best of this.
That said, we have a surgery scheduled for his Right eye this Monday, August 20th. We are still waiting on a firm date for the Left eye, which at the latest will be scheduled for September 10th.
If you live in our area, Matt and I are going to have our own silent prayer and fasting time from 4-6 pm this Sunday, Aug 19th for Zeke's surgery. We want to offer to share this time with anyone who would like to join us by keeping the door open for anyone who wants to come by and participate with us in prayer and fasting with your (silent) visit for Zeke at anytime from 4 - 6 pm. Stop by for as little or as long as you like from 4-6 pm. Regrets are not needed, if it is in your heart to come by, then please do. If not, we do not want or need an explanation. We will stop visits and prayers promptly at 6 pm so that we can get adequate rest and prep time for Monday morning.
If you do not live in the area, or can not make it to our home, we would like to invite you to help us by lifting up silent prayers for his surgery, recovery, and healing during this time from whatever location you are in, and to join us in fasting from food for these two hours, as well.
Please pray for his surgeon, Dr. Akida, and also for the anestheseologist (who's name I do not yet have), that their work would be skillful, careful, and successful.
We are limiting the invitation for prayer in our home to this list so please do not forward this email. We love you and thank you for your support and concern. We will be in touch and let you know how things go as soon as we can.
Matt and Zuleida (and Mango! and Oreo! and Cocoa! and Puddy!)
Most of you have heard by now that Zeke was born unable to see. If you hadn't yet heard, I'm sorry to deliver the news this way to you. We were shocked too, as I expected him to get glasses at the pediatric opthamologist, not a referral for surgery. The diagnoses is "bilateral congenital cataracts". Without the surgery, he would remain blind. Since we've known for a couple of weeks now, we are past the point of asking "why" did this happen and have moved on to doing what we can to fix and make the best of this.
That said, we have a surgery scheduled for his Right eye this Monday, August 20th. We are still waiting on a firm date for the Left eye, which at the latest will be scheduled for September 10th.
If you live in our area, Matt and I are going to have our own silent prayer and fasting time from 4-6 pm this Sunday, Aug 19th for Zeke's surgery. We want to offer to share this time with anyone who would like to join us by keeping the door open for anyone who wants to come by and participate with us in prayer and fasting with your (silent) visit for Zeke at anytime from 4 - 6 pm. Stop by for as little or as long as you like from 4-6 pm. Regrets are not needed, if it is in your heart to come by, then please do. If not, we do not want or need an explanation. We will stop visits and prayers promptly at 6 pm so that we can get adequate rest and prep time for Monday morning.
If you do not live in the area, or can not make it to our home, we would like to invite you to help us by lifting up silent prayers for his surgery, recovery, and healing during this time from whatever location you are in, and to join us in fasting from food for these two hours, as well.
Please pray for his surgeon, Dr. Akida, and also for the anestheseologist (who's name I do not yet have), that their work would be skillful, careful, and successful.
We are limiting the invitation for prayer in our home to this list so please do not forward this email. We love you and thank you for your support and concern. We will be in touch and let you know how things go as soon as we can.
Matt and Zuleida (and Mango! and Oreo! and Cocoa! and Puddy!)
An Unexpected Turn
There has been an unexpected turn of events in our lives, and it has given me writer's block for the last two months. Every time I think to writing, I don't know how to start. The point of a blog (I think!) is to share highlights and snippets from your life under the premise of a theme - and all of a sudden, our theme for the last two months has completely done a shift. I've never been very good at dealing with sudden change, and so it's taken me some time to catch up.
A little over two months ago, we took Zeke to the opthamologists following a referral from our pediatrician. I knew Zeke wasn't seeing well and expected them to tell me he needed glasses. Imagine my shock when they told me he was blind! It was like being sucker punched in the gut to hear that - the kind of unbelievable that causes any sense of orientation or feeling to leave your body for hours - if not days or longer.
So, we spend July and August on a roller coaster ride that neither of us (myself or Matt) wanted to be on.
To catch us up to the present, and to give myself some time to form some new inspiration to continue blogging, I've decided to post the series of emails I sent my very close family and friends, which describe my experience from the day I learned that Zeke was born with bi-lateral congential cateracts, through both eye surgeries, until the present.
I'll post at least one of those letters a week until we are caught back up until now. If you are following us, thank you for sharing Zeke's journey with us, even as we take a very unexpected turn...
A little over two months ago, we took Zeke to the opthamologists following a referral from our pediatrician. I knew Zeke wasn't seeing well and expected them to tell me he needed glasses. Imagine my shock when they told me he was blind! It was like being sucker punched in the gut to hear that - the kind of unbelievable that causes any sense of orientation or feeling to leave your body for hours - if not days or longer.
So, we spend July and August on a roller coaster ride that neither of us (myself or Matt) wanted to be on.
To catch us up to the present, and to give myself some time to form some new inspiration to continue blogging, I've decided to post the series of emails I sent my very close family and friends, which describe my experience from the day I learned that Zeke was born with bi-lateral congential cateracts, through both eye surgeries, until the present.
I'll post at least one of those letters a week until we are caught back up until now. If you are following us, thank you for sharing Zeke's journey with us, even as we take a very unexpected turn...
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Feeding Zeke
My good friend Janet, in an email discussion we had about breastfeeding, said that she went through so much to establish a good breastfeeding relationship with her daughter that she really questioned God's design for something that is supposed to be so natural. My other friend Cindy has pointed out that there wouldn't be so many groups dedicated to breastfeeding if it didn't come with challenges. La Leche League wrote a book called "The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding", implying that breastfeeding is a technique or a skill to be aquired.
I never thought I would do anything but breastfeed my baby. I come from a long line of women who breastfed their babies. When it came to be my turn, I enthusiastically stepped up as next in line. There was no way I could have anticipated the amount of tears shed, the number of fights with my husband, the amount of exhaustion...the number of trips to specialists, or the amount of equipment this "natural act" would require to pull off.
To be fair, my difficulty breastfeeding is not all nature's fault. It's very possible that a necessary surgical procedure that I had when I was 15 years old is complicating the already hard (for some women) feat of BF. But, prior to having Zeke, I placed myself in the category of "everything will be fine". In fact, it never occured to me that anything would go wrong in that area. I always thought that once I got through the pregnancy and the labor, the hard part would be over - all lights would be green and go!
Zeke was born 9 lbs even (why? I don't know! I didn't overeat or have any out of the ordinary dietary habits during pregnancy and I gained a reasonable amount of weight - Matt and I were both 7 lb babies, so I am still not sure what to chalk that up to!) and so from birth, his weight gain was steady for the first three weeks. He went to 9 lb 4 oz very quickly, and with the pediatricians blessing we went home thinking we were clear. What happened next was a living nightmare. Our precious sleeping baby turned into a crying hellian. And he stayed that way through the 8th week. Why was he crying? Because he was hungry.
During the eight to ten weeks he was hungry, we were troubleshooting like crazy to fix the issue - and in the first few weeks before he was weighed in at the pediatricians at his 6 week check up, we didn't realize his colic was because he was hungry. Once we saw his weight gain had stalled, we went through every possible recommendation and remedy with our team of experts: My supply was fine but my milk fat was too low, My fat was fine, but my supply was too low, he was growing too fast, his suck was too weak, his motor skills were bad, he had a traumatic birth, I needed to feed on demand, I needed to feed on a schedule, I needed to see a lactation consultant, I needed to wear him skin to skin, I needed to take a bath with him, drink beer, take herbs, drink tea, supplement with formula, feed with a bottle, not feed with a bottle, feed and pump every two hours, spend a weekend with him in bed just nursing....on and on and on and on....
As you can imagine, it was basically a horrendous, exhausting, process with every person giving me their two cents about what I needed to do to fix it. All the while, Zeke's weight gain stalled out at 9 lbs 4 oz for a little over 4 weeks, and I watched my healthy, fat, baby turn into a lean little elf like creature, as he continued to grow super long in length and head circumference, but not fat. My head said I was doing everything I could, but in my heart, every time he cried, I felt like a terrible mother! It didn't take long before I broke down and brought infant formula home. (I say broke down because I believe that mom's milk is the best for baby, and I am in my heart suspect of the nutritional value of anything I can buy in a store, in a can, in mass quantity.) I put the powdered formula together, put it in the bottle, put it to his mouth, and then...I couldn't put it in his mouth. I just couldn't do it.
Now, I realize that lots of babies are fed formula everyday and grow into healthy, strong, capable adults. My husband is one of them. He's a wonderful, smart, healthy, happy human being who was well loved by his family growing up, and was fed formula. But maybe for me this was an issue of, "If you know better, do better". And because of my training in nutrition, I couldn't help but feel there must be something else I could do to remedy the situation besides go straight to a commercial formula supplement.
My answer came with some further research on the internet. I stumbled upon a recipe for a raw goat/cow milk formula from the Weston A. Price foundation. As soon as I saw it, I knew I could be okay with doing this for Zeke. And so, to keep this long story not too long, that is what we have been doing - Breastfeeding, and supplementing with this heaven sent goat milk formula from the Price Foundation. And Zeke has grown big, and strong, and healthy, and baby-fat, with none of the digestive, gassy, or immune system issues that sometimes come from using commerical formula.
I am happy to purchase the raw milk ingredients from a farm in North Florda. These ingredients are brought to Central FL twice a month by Steve Moreau at www.farmfreshdirect2u.com . I purchased the infant formula kit ingredients from www.nourishingtraditions.com And every four or five days, I handmake Zeke's infant formula from scratch using fresh raw milk, cream, and a variety of nutritional supplements that make the milk as close to mother's milk as it can be.
Looking back, I'm still not sure that our issue with breastfeeding was due to any one thing in particular. Since I both pump and nurse, and seem to be producing a good amount of milk for him, I suspect it was more a combination of "all of the above", with a lot of exhaustion and stress added in. Like a lot of mothers, I had hoped for, and maybe even taken for granted a smooth breastfeeding experience. Since I wasn't able to have that, it feels very good knowing that I'm doing the best I can for him now. And I am actually very grateful - even though I have chosen to relax on the idea of exclusively breastfeeding, and now feed him a supplement with a bottle - he still really enjoys nursing, I enjoy nursing him. So, thankfully, we haven't completely missed on that important part of our journey together.
I never thought I would do anything but breastfeed my baby. I come from a long line of women who breastfed their babies. When it came to be my turn, I enthusiastically stepped up as next in line. There was no way I could have anticipated the amount of tears shed, the number of fights with my husband, the amount of exhaustion...the number of trips to specialists, or the amount of equipment this "natural act" would require to pull off.
To be fair, my difficulty breastfeeding is not all nature's fault. It's very possible that a necessary surgical procedure that I had when I was 15 years old is complicating the already hard (for some women) feat of BF. But, prior to having Zeke, I placed myself in the category of "everything will be fine". In fact, it never occured to me that anything would go wrong in that area. I always thought that once I got through the pregnancy and the labor, the hard part would be over - all lights would be green and go!
Zeke was born 9 lbs even (why? I don't know! I didn't overeat or have any out of the ordinary dietary habits during pregnancy and I gained a reasonable amount of weight - Matt and I were both 7 lb babies, so I am still not sure what to chalk that up to!) and so from birth, his weight gain was steady for the first three weeks. He went to 9 lb 4 oz very quickly, and with the pediatricians blessing we went home thinking we were clear. What happened next was a living nightmare. Our precious sleeping baby turned into a crying hellian. And he stayed that way through the 8th week. Why was he crying? Because he was hungry.
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| Skinny Zeke, at about 6 weeks old, still cute though... |
During the eight to ten weeks he was hungry, we were troubleshooting like crazy to fix the issue - and in the first few weeks before he was weighed in at the pediatricians at his 6 week check up, we didn't realize his colic was because he was hungry. Once we saw his weight gain had stalled, we went through every possible recommendation and remedy with our team of experts: My supply was fine but my milk fat was too low, My fat was fine, but my supply was too low, he was growing too fast, his suck was too weak, his motor skills were bad, he had a traumatic birth, I needed to feed on demand, I needed to feed on a schedule, I needed to see a lactation consultant, I needed to wear him skin to skin, I needed to take a bath with him, drink beer, take herbs, drink tea, supplement with formula, feed with a bottle, not feed with a bottle, feed and pump every two hours, spend a weekend with him in bed just nursing....on and on and on and on....
As you can imagine, it was basically a horrendous, exhausting, process with every person giving me their two cents about what I needed to do to fix it. All the while, Zeke's weight gain stalled out at 9 lbs 4 oz for a little over 4 weeks, and I watched my healthy, fat, baby turn into a lean little elf like creature, as he continued to grow super long in length and head circumference, but not fat. My head said I was doing everything I could, but in my heart, every time he cried, I felt like a terrible mother! It didn't take long before I broke down and brought infant formula home. (I say broke down because I believe that mom's milk is the best for baby, and I am in my heart suspect of the nutritional value of anything I can buy in a store, in a can, in mass quantity.) I put the powdered formula together, put it in the bottle, put it to his mouth, and then...I couldn't put it in his mouth. I just couldn't do it.
Now, I realize that lots of babies are fed formula everyday and grow into healthy, strong, capable adults. My husband is one of them. He's a wonderful, smart, healthy, happy human being who was well loved by his family growing up, and was fed formula. But maybe for me this was an issue of, "If you know better, do better". And because of my training in nutrition, I couldn't help but feel there must be something else I could do to remedy the situation besides go straight to a commercial formula supplement.
My answer came with some further research on the internet. I stumbled upon a recipe for a raw goat/cow milk formula from the Weston A. Price foundation. As soon as I saw it, I knew I could be okay with doing this for Zeke. And so, to keep this long story not too long, that is what we have been doing - Breastfeeding, and supplementing with this heaven sent goat milk formula from the Price Foundation. And Zeke has grown big, and strong, and healthy, and baby-fat, with none of the digestive, gassy, or immune system issues that sometimes come from using commerical formula.
I am happy to purchase the raw milk ingredients from a farm in North Florda. These ingredients are brought to Central FL twice a month by Steve Moreau at www.farmfreshdirect2u.com . I purchased the infant formula kit ingredients from www.nourishingtraditions.com And every four or five days, I handmake Zeke's infant formula from scratch using fresh raw milk, cream, and a variety of nutritional supplements that make the milk as close to mother's milk as it can be.
Fat, Happy, Sleeping Zeke
Looking back, I'm still not sure that our issue with breastfeeding was due to any one thing in particular. Since I both pump and nurse, and seem to be producing a good amount of milk for him, I suspect it was more a combination of "all of the above", with a lot of exhaustion and stress added in. Like a lot of mothers, I had hoped for, and maybe even taken for granted a smooth breastfeeding experience. Since I wasn't able to have that, it feels very good knowing that I'm doing the best I can for him now. And I am actually very grateful - even though I have chosen to relax on the idea of exclusively breastfeeding, and now feed him a supplement with a bottle - he still really enjoys nursing, I enjoy nursing him. So, thankfully, we haven't completely missed on that important part of our journey together.
Infant Formula Ingredients
Blending it all together
Final product, this will last us a few days!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Zeke's Homebirth
So, I figured for some posts I'll try to catch us up to month 3 by starting at month 1. Sound good? Month 1 started on Sunday, April 15th around 3 or 4 in the afternoon when the real labor began. Don't worry - I'll spare you the really gory details and stick to the main points. Main points being - I had an AWESOME midwife - Kelli Johnson from http://www.amothersnaturemidwifery.com, and her assistant Lauren (who coincidentally is the daughter of a former chiropractic assistant of ours from way back when we first started). I really was super blessed to have such a great team. Labor was 25 reeeeaaaallly loooooong hours because (we found out later) Zeke had wrapped himself and his cord (literally) into a pretzel knot way back when he was a little fish swimming around in there, and then later he managed to get the cord wrapped twice around his shoulders and neck - (thanks, dude!) so even though I was fully dialated and set to go into active labor after only 8 hours (YEAY - hypnobirthing!!), we had to wait for the cord to stretch far enough to let Zeke descend (BOOO!) before I could really start progressing. Kelli told me she'd only seen (maybe) 5 births in her whole career who had "the pretzel knot", and one of those babies didn't make it, so I really counted my blessings that we made it doing a homebirth with everyone alive and well at the end.
Looking back, I still don't know how I would have been able to labor in a bed on my back being still, because I was moving all over the house as often as possible up until the last three hours. I am so happy I got to be at home for the labor. I promised I'd spare you the gory details so I'll save those for my personal diary, but all I can say is that I'm pretty sure if we had been in a hospital, I would have been up for a C-section. Labor is HARD! Not for the faint of heart! I'm so grateful to Kelli for giving me the chance to do and finish the work of having my son born at home. She really believed in me that I could do it, and I'm sure that's part of the reason that I did. I just have the highest respect and admiration for the work she does and the woman that she is.
Having been through the experience of childbirth at home now, I will tell you what I told my mother in law, Sue, on the phone - No matter HOW a woman births her child - in the hospital or at home, with a midwife or a doctor, on pain meds or without, on the delivery bed, in the water, on a birthing stool, or in an operating room - it is an accomplishment to bring a new life into the world. I've run across some judgemental thinking in terms of what's an ideal environment for a baby to be born in - and I think it's unfortunate because now that I've experienced it, I realize that birth is such a highly personal and circumstancial process. No one can know what will happen during the course of a birth - it's a journey that unfolds in the moment! Even though each woman may have her own idea of what an ideal birth is for her, I really believe that there is no birth where mom and baby come out alive and well (without feeling that they were compromised of what they wanted) that is better than another -Every mom deserves the chance to be well informed about her options for childbirth, and regardless of the birth plan, she also deserves to feel proud of the work that she did in bringing her baby to the world. My choice was a natural homebirth, and I thank God every day it went well. I also, now having been through the process myself, hold a deeper respect for every mom who has carried a child or children, delivered them into the world, and chosen to love them well.
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| Zeke, 10 days old |
Having been through the experience of childbirth at home now, I will tell you what I told my mother in law, Sue, on the phone - No matter HOW a woman births her child - in the hospital or at home, with a midwife or a doctor, on pain meds or without, on the delivery bed, in the water, on a birthing stool, or in an operating room - it is an accomplishment to bring a new life into the world. I've run across some judgemental thinking in terms of what's an ideal environment for a baby to be born in - and I think it's unfortunate because now that I've experienced it, I realize that birth is such a highly personal and circumstancial process. No one can know what will happen during the course of a birth - it's a journey that unfolds in the moment! Even though each woman may have her own idea of what an ideal birth is for her, I really believe that there is no birth where mom and baby come out alive and well (without feeling that they were compromised of what they wanted) that is better than another -Every mom deserves the chance to be well informed about her options for childbirth, and regardless of the birth plan, she also deserves to feel proud of the work that she did in bringing her baby to the world. My choice was a natural homebirth, and I thank God every day it went well. I also, now having been through the process myself, hold a deeper respect for every mom who has carried a child or children, delivered them into the world, and chosen to love them well.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Boys Night In, Girls Night Out
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| Matt and Zeke, home to fend for themselves! |
Had a fun night out last night, but my nights out are way different than they used to be! I went with my best friend from high school, Karin, for pedicures . We were both severely overdue for some TLC - she's the mom of a two year old boy who rarely (if ever) gets downtime. It was nice to have a conversation without being interrupted by crying (Zeke), or pulling and running around (her son Kai) which is typical of most of our time together these days. What's funny is that even though we didn't have all the normal interruptions, we still couldn't stay on a single topic, or even sometimes finish a sentence or thought! Kids do that to mom-brains!
So, I left the house around 4 pm and it wasn't even 3 hours later that I was already missing my boys. : ) When I did get home around 8:30 pm, Matt made sure to rub it in that he got a number of things done, including traveling to the Sanford pet store and back, all with Zeke in tow. So I guess he wanted a standing ovation from me for that? ; ) Easier to sprint than run a marathon, I say! Since he seems able to handle it, I guess I'll make sure to get out of the house for a break every so often! Aren't they cute buddies, though - Matt and Zeke?
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