Family

This last weekend ALL Scott's family was in town for the holiday. Since this was the first time in a loong time everyone has been together (and William was so cooperative and joined the *outside* world earlier in the week...) Scott's mom jumped at the photo op. Here's the finished product:

Personally, I love how Matthew is cheesing-it-up(!) in the group photo. He was such a character at the mall while we were waiting for our session to start. This kid has got some crazy dance moves- self taught. He looked like a little cowboy trotting around the mall- complete with fingers in his belt loops and the do-si-do. Gets funnier everyday!

Oh Brother!!!

We love our little brother William Crawford!

What does it mean??

You know the phrase mentally ill? I'll tell you what it means:

mentally ill- (men-tuh-lee illll) a person that elects natural childbirth after finding out the baby is posterior and pitocin is needed to increase contractions. Also see masochist.

That would be me.

Why?

There comes a point in every situation in life when you feel done- you can't handle anymore and you need a way out. Maybe each situation doesn't have as extreme feelings related to it, but you get the idea. This pregnancy was such for me. I was ready to be DONE. That being said, I "beasted" my baby out last Sunday (to quote Scott). It was awesome and not at the same time. But you know what? I'm done!!!

Death and mourning

I, for one, don't mind change. Change is welcome here, as long as one change doesn't necessitate changing a bunch of other things- which rarely happens. So I guess you can say I have a "don't mind/hate" relationship with change.

These last few weeks have been stressful- because of one change that affects millions of other daily events. And it has resulted in death- the WORST death- the death of the second nap.

I know you may be thinking to yourself, "what the ??? It's just a nap." But let me assure you friend, 'tis not so. The second nap is the best thing that ever happens in a toddler's AND a mother's life. Kid gets adequate sleep and mommy gets a much deserved nap/quiet/reading/do-whatever-you-want-because-your-child-is-asleep-for-ANOTHER-hour-in-the-day time. Makes for happy families. Less tantrums, less hair-pulling, less stress, less raised voices... so good all around.

Well, not for this momma anymore. I'm still in mourning and therefore will wear mostly black until I decide I've come to a good place in my grief. (neveryoumind that maternity clothes only come in this color...)