Too Wonderful

40 weeks Miles was in breech position for my entire third trimester. When he was born his right arm went straight above his head while eating, sleeping, or just hanging out. I finally understood why it felt like he was punching me in the ribs all day long for three months. My doctor offered to perform a version in the hopes that Miles would turn and be in the right position for a natural birth. I decided against it because I was afraid of the pain and the possibility he would go right back to hanging out in my ribs. I don’t want to use the word “regret” but I can’t think of another to describe my regret in not going through with the version. I very much wanted to have a natural birth and still wish I had experienced it. We were given the option to schedule a C-section on October 31 st or November 4 th . We chose November 4 th because it was actually Miles due date but also because I did not want a Halloween baby. I woke up to use the bathroom for the thirtieth time the night...

Nobody knows what life will be like after marriage. Robby and I were together for 6 years before tying the knot and I really didn't think it would be all that different after the wedding. There was the money factor, were we going to marry our accounts? Or should we just split things 50/50? At first we remained separate in our financial affairs, it became quite clear early on that it would be so much simpler if we had joint accounts. It was a big step for two people so comfortable with taking care of themselves in their young adult years. At least it felt like a big step at the time. Little did we know how big of a step we were taking when we got pregnant. Miles has been my biggest step in life by far. But back to wedded bliss. Things did change after we said our vows. It is hard to explain, so bare with me. The way I looked at Robby changed. He was no longer just my best friend, but my caretaker. The option to leave when a fight broke out was no longer there. Yes, we fight...

I haven’t been attending church as often as I would like these days. Miles is either on a nap schedule that won’t allow it or Robby has to work, leaving me with no mode of transportation. Most of the time I am just plan lazy. Miles was baptized Episcopalian and Rob and I agree we want to raise him in the Episcopal faith. The church we were attending back in Queens was wonderful. A small parish with a Priest who was energetic and happy to have a young couple as part of his flock. We haven’t found a place in Buffalo we really love yet but I’ve gone to a couple services around town, looking for the right fit. Today we ended up at St.Michael's downtown (a Catholic church) because it worked timing wise after dropping Robby off at work. About 45 seconds into the service Miles discovered the acoustics and proceeded to yell and sing as loud as he could. This banished us to the entryway of the church where glass doors keep sound out. I was happy to hear the speakers in the entryway ...

Probably only read this if you're a chick... My torso is abnormally long. Robby and I laugh each time he attempts to slap my butt, he never fails to hit my lower back. Just looking at me you would think I have legs for days, but they’re actually quite short and nothing to write home about. Which brings me to why I titled this blog “Thong be gone”. For many years I only wore thongs (please stop reading now if you don’t want to hear more about thong wearing, the trials a tribulations of a long torso, and why I own zero thongs at this point) because I actually liked them. Thongs were the only undies that didn't give me atrocious pantie lines due to my lower than average butt placement.  You wouldn't catch me wearing white AND granny panties. But this is similar to what I might have looked like without a thong I feel it is important that you know I never, ever looked like this. Come on girls, this is always fixable and hardly ever an accident. So gross! ...

"No matter what his rank or position may be, the lover of books is the richest and the happiest of the children of men."  - J.A. Langford It is difficult to answer someone when they ask “Who's your favorite band?” Even worse “What’s your favorite book?” I refuse to choose a favorite musician or favorite author. I feel as though I would be doing myself a disservice. Here are just a few I cherish and tend to reread.  Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin - Do not see the movie. I have not, but it cannot be better than this read. If you have lived in or visited the great city of New York, or have ever been annoyingly, everlastingly in love, Helprin does not disappoint.  The Screwtape Letters/Mere Christianity/Surprised by Joy by  C.S. Lewis- Lewis is one of my favorite authors. Not only because he is absolutely brilliant with words, but because he appeals to all walks of faith. While reading his works you lose yourself in the poetry and forg...

So many of us vow never to become our parents.  We promise ourselves we’ll be better. We’ll do things differently.  It seems to be part of growing up to believe you are wiser than the people who clothed you, sent you to school, fed you, hugged you, spanked you, and loved you the best way they knew how.  The sad truth is that so many children live in homes with no love or support.  Some kids have not known parental love. I've only been doing this whole “mom” bit for 9 months.  There is no way I am( or ever will be) an expert.  I luckily have quite the example in my parents.   My father is a maintenance man and has been for over 30 years.  My mother worked the graveyard shift when we were little.  She was home when we woke up, there to pick us up from school, made and served dinner, put us to bed, THEN went to work.  Mom and Dad made it happen.  Not only did they provide wonderfully, they loved us. They loved us. ...

On a leisurely stroll to Sweetness 7 yesterday I was elated to come across the full circle.  Honestly I was a bit embarrassed at just how excited I became.  Miles doesn't seem to understand when I suddenly stop the stroller, drop the leash, quietly talk to myself, and stare at the ground.  Here it is, in all it's complete glory.  You're welcome- HA! The walk home brought even more discoveries.  From what I've read there are over 2000 of these markers and they reside on about 250 streets.  The bulk of them are on Buffalo's west side.  We were further west yesterday so it makes perfect sense we found new plates.   I just love these!  They are such an amazing piece of history.  Thinking I might make a collage to frame and hang in the apartment.  Look at me being all crafty and stuff:)