It's been so long since I've posted...I've got SO much to say! Perhaps that's why I've been puttin it off, because I honestly have no idea where to start, or where we'll end up for that matter!!
Let's start with how busy I've been, because I've become the recipient of a meth-like stamina of energy (is it meth? I don't know) that I've been trying to harness, in hopes to not only get an insane amount of shit done, but to also keep myself from remaining stagnant on the couch, collecting FB updates of people I hardly know and (odds are) don't like. Oh FB, how I love to hate you. I started following a page called Prayers for Corbin...in short, a little boy was diagnosed with Trisomy 13 and only survived on this earth for 135 days...in depth, this boy, who was given a 1% chance of being born alive, who was supposedly "incompatible with life" forged though the doubts and opposed all the odds for a staggering 135 days. His mother wrote a diary-type entry to him every day, accounting all his trials and triumphs. I had been following this page for about two months when tragedy struck. I know I didn't know him, or his mom, and I have never known of or been affected by his diagnosis...but I have never felt so devastated as I did on day 135 (except when I watched my grandfather die...that wasn't the most sunshiny day either). I was a wreck. Part of me wanted to call in sick to work, I was so destroyed. How could this little baby boy, who I didn't know and had never met and had zero connection to at all...how'd he break my heart? It was all so inspiring...the courage his mom showed in the face of such a gut-wrenching loss and through it all. I started thinking, "How blessed am I??! To have two beautiful, healthy little boys...to have my health and my life and a wonderful husband and friend to share it with!! I'm the luckiest fool there ever was..." And until Corbin, I hadn't noticed. I spent my days complaining about petty, little trifles that didn't matter and shouldn't matter, when his bucket list had something as simple as "go outside" on it...and here I was wasting my energy on bullshit. I stopped. Here's this beautiful life and I'm wasting it on mundane, worthless rants and pointless drama. (Right around this time I think I started getting more sleep at night too...I think) I started waking up each morning with a list in my head (okay, sometimes I wrote it down, my head's a fuzzy place at the ripe age of 29) of what I wanted to accomplish that day. I stopped caring about FB all day. FB would be there later, once my day had been lived. I started looking for ways to help others, little things. This has left me a little riled up, seeing as how when you're nice, people take advantage. But again with the trifles. I started selling some of my baby things that are no longer needed...bottles being one of them, since my angel decided nothing but a boob will do. Ha. So that led me to the predicament of the frozen breast milk that would go unused by my boob-only little man. I used the mom board that I was selling items on and reached out for anyone in need of breast milk. (I did this before on a human milk for human baby board when my supply was overly-ample for Levi's needs). I got a taker right away, Jennifer. She agreed to come pick up what I had. I got to thinking, 'this is it...this is something nice you can do, be a breast milk doner.' After talking to Jennifer a bit, I learned that she and her wife had a two month old boy who they adopted at birth and were doing their best to keep him only on breast milk. Wow...what a noble goal! Yep, I wanna help. So I started pumping again and keeping Levi in his quiet nursery to encourage nursing without all the distractions. My supply yo-yos, but I've managed to donate about 80-100oz, to go along with the initial 40oz I had. I feel so good, being able to help another family...even if only a little bit. I also started writing a(nother) blog...one to my sons. I want them to know that no matter what happens in life, I absolutely adore the crap out of them, and that they're amazing little beings. Again, thanks to Corbin and Corbin's mom.
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| Each of these bags has about 6oz...and this is the second stash, I'm currently working on stash 3! |
I made a weekly menu board to help encourage myself to learn to cook, so I could better plan out our week and organize all the ingredients I would need to purchase. After I finished it, I posted a picture on FB and a friend saw it and asked if I could make her one. Sure...why not?! When I finished up hers, I tagged her in the picture of it, then two of her friends asked for one! I didn't realize how popular these would be, so they're turning out to be perfect gift ideas! I'm considering starting another(!) blog with crafts and home projects. :)
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| The two I made to sell...not gonna ship them anymore, takes too much time, effort, and money, only for them to get destroyed by the USPS! Grr. |
I'm in the midst of planning Timmy's third birthday party, which will be Thomas the Train themed and be very low key. Only 3 kids are invited, since my house is so small and Timmy still isn't aware of birthdays and such. Less kids for him to fight with over his new toys. Ha.
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| My cutie pie is gonna be three!! AHHH! |
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| Timmy being a little goof! |
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| My sweet Levi, getting SO big! Did I mention I chopped off my hair? Right after the wedding. |
