Friday, August 26, 2011

Stay Safe!

   We are toughing out the hurricane in Warm Springs in a big beautiful inn. Perched up on in the mountains. I know. My life is rough. I'll try and survive.

   Thursday night we had every intention to stay home, but after watching the news and talking with the in laws and remembering hurricane Isabel, we changed our plans. When hurricane Isabel came Ryan was three months old. Having a baby in a house with no AC, power, and water for almost two weeks was hard. I don't want to imagen doing that with four kids! So this morning we woke up and started packing. The kids went up ahead of us with my in laws so that David and I could get the house ready. Since we've only been in our house for two months, we're not sure what to except. We're also only a few blocks from the Elizabeth River so I'm a little worried about flooding. I guess we'll find out soon! Around noon David and I finished up, packed up the car, and headed out. As we were driving I noticed people outside securing their things and others who maybe not so worried. My view on safety sure changed after I had kids. I kind of like the excitement of the storm, but with kids, I'd rather be somewhere I KNOW won't flood or loose power. So here we are with our lovely view of the mountains.

   Even though this hurricane has now been down sized to a Catagory 1, it is still expected to do a lot of damage. Hampton Raods is suppose to get a lot of flooding just from the storm surge! At least it will put out the Dismal Swamp fires so we can all breathe again. I don't know about you, but I think it's better safe than sorry as they always say.

 So stay safe not stupid, friends and family. Always be prepared, right?


3 Hills Inn, Warm Springs, Va

 

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Happy Birthday, Ryan!

  The day was August 14, 2003. A sunny day. Barely a cloud in the sky. The breaking news that day was new about the power outage in New York City. I was dressed in painting clothes. Started my day by painting two toy shelves for my baby who was due on the 18th. I decided not to shower that morning since I was going to be painting and I'd get to that as soon as I was done. Around noon I realized I was late for my OB appointment. No time for showers (Eww!) and no time for lunch. I raced off to my appointment. I'll leave my stuff out. I'll be back in an hour or two. Little did I know!

   Later that evening I got to meet and hold my sweet baby boy in my arms. Instant love! Although the night before we were to leave the hospital it hit me that we have to take this tiny baby home and there won't be a nurse coming with me to help!! God gave me the perfect first born baby. Ryan was so happy and smart and loved being around others. I couldn't stand not having him with me. The first time David took me on a date when Ryan was 8 weeks old I cried as we drove away. I felt SO guilty. I never really understood how deep a mother's love for her child goes until I had my own.


   Ryan is my buddy, my way too clever Ry-ry. He is starting 3rd grade this fall. Today he turns 8 years old. Where has the time gone? I am SO proud of him and SO blessed that I get to be his mom. I couldn't have asked for more except maybe the time to go by a little slower.

Friday, August 12, 2011

New

   New baby, new city, new house, new perspective. This year has been a year of changes, both good and those more of a refining fire type. In February little baby Zacary came into this world and made it even brighter. I'm amazed how calm and happy he is and so laid back! I thought I was done having babies so I've had to get back into baby mode and preparing for each new stage, my life revolving around naps and feedings and lack of sleep. So I think I see a lot of outlet covers, unfinished To Do lists, and coffee in my future. The other kids have adjusted well to having a new baby around. Ryan is helpful with doing some chores for me. Connor is the best at making Zac laugh. The other day in the car Zac started crying and Connor started playing an intense game of peek a boo and Zac's giggle was just as intense. Isabel likes to get in his face and speak baby talk which is quite funny. Somehow it is hard to remember our family without a Zacary in it.
  
   After adding a new addition to the family we quickly out grew our tiny home. At the end of March I started, with our realtor Lynne, house hunting and house hunting and house hunting. By May 15th we still hadn't gotten a house. We tried on two different houses but lost them to other applicants. We had to get out of our house and David and I decided to move into an efficiency. So the next five weeks of our lives we lived in the hotel. The hotel was only about two miles away from the boys school and about five miles from David's office. Suddenly I felt my world shrink. From a house to a one room hotel, from the distance to friends and family to the hotel to school, school to hotel. Even my bed, a king to a full. My back was not happy with me. There wasn't much for the kids to do in the hotel. there was no pool or playground. So almost everyday after school we made a trip to a park and so they wouldn't get bored we switched it up and went to different parks almost every time. Isabel's favorite thing to do was to take bath and play like she was in the pool. Thank God we didn't have to pay the water bill! Since living with three active kids, a young baby, and David in one room wasn't enough, at about three weeks in I got really sick. I would feel so cold that I'd violently shiver one minute and the next I'd be burning up and soaking in sweat. I could barely stay awake and I couldn't keep anything down so taking the kids to school and feeding them was almost impossible. After four days of a 104 fever I went to the doctor and found out I had an infection. After antibiotics I almost immediately felt better. Then it was back to house hunting. After two more weeks of no luck we look at a house I found online that wasn't in the area David wanted to live because it was farther than he wanted to drive to work each day, but after looking at it I knew it was perfect. A total of five weeks in the hotel and after school ended we decided to spend the last two weeks at my mom's house. I couldn't wait to have more than one room for us to live in and a bed bigger than a full to sleep in. The next two weeks were full of excitement of moving day getting closer and anxiety of getting all our stuff moved and all the other things that have to be in place to move.

   We are now P-Town residents. Our neighborhood is nice and quiet. It's a pretty neighborhood near the Elizabeth River. The houses are all large, old and well cared for. Our home was built in the 60s and is perfect for hosting! Yay! I love to host! I have also found that , for me, it is easier to keep my 3000 square foot home clean than it was to keep my 1100 square foot home. Everything has a place! Dare I say I have TOO much space? Never! I've also found I don't hate cooking as much and I thought I did. I just don't like cooking in a tiny cell where I feel I am being punish and sent to my corner to think about what I did. I love my kids, but it is also wonderful to have a playroom so that they have a place to run around and be loud and crazy. I can now hear my thoughts. I can now sit on the couch and not get jumped on because I sat in the middle of their "boat" where you have to jump around to keep the sharks from eating them. We have a whole dedicated room for that! I'm super excited to get to host the Gonzalez Thanksgiving and the Gleason Christmas. Now all I have to do now is find a dining room table the expands to fit 10 to 12 people. No big deal right?

   I've decided to try this blogging stuff. It's my way of keeping in touch with those that aren't living close by and for those who are but life gets in the way of keeping in touch. I'm really bad at keeping in touch. It's the Gleason curse. Please sign up to follow my blog if you are interested in what David and I and the kiddos are doing. After reading this post you are pretty much up to date on the big things that have happened this year. In posts to come I will included pictures. I'm not a photographer or a writer, but I do like to share my life with those closest to me.