This month has come and gone quickly. Wow! Time flies! I apologize for the length of time between posts, but as I ranted about last time, work has been a little crazy for me. Needless to say, since people say that they actually read this thing (shocker!), this post is for Joel (thanks for the wireless internet... I LOVE it!) and Nana, two apparent fans.
Today is a quiet Friday at our house. Logan has a touch of the flu and as a result we've been laying low. The thing that struck me last night (or early this morning) is that when you have one kid and he's sick, all you worry about is making sure he's comfortable and doesn't wake up too much in the process of being sick in the middle of the night. Easy. Well, with two kids now, who don't share a room, but might as well do so, since they share two sides of the same wall, my worries were split between my poor baby boy who was vomiting profusely throughout the night (never thought I'd be able to do barf... amazing what kids teach you to handle!) and my sleeping baby Finn, who I wanted to continue to be a sleeping baby throughout the entire experience. But how to shush a sick preschooler? There's the rub. He obliged for the most part and slept with Mommy since his bedding was in the wash (note to self: pick up a back-up mattress pad today at Target), waking up to empty his stomach and then go back to sleep.
Okay, so where was I? Oh yes, this post is dedicated to Matt... for the most part. He's complained that he gets no love on this blog, so here goes. First of all... WRESTLING SEASON IS OVER!!!!! Sorry, babe, but I'm beyond excited to have another season behind us. He's home in the light hours, more awake when he's here, and just generally less stressed. :) Picture a huge smile on my face as I type this. It is getting more bearable and easy, and to his credit, his kids are really great, especially with Logan, who adores all of them. And Matt is a wonderful coach. The kids and I went to the final tournament of the season last week and although his last remaining athlete lost in the first round, it was such a tribute to see the parents of the kid being so thankful to Matt (and his family too) for all that he'd done for their son. And Logan got to play with a lot of the athletes who were at the tournament to support Alex even though they weren't wrestling. Just to see the way some of them look at him, listen to him, hang on every word he says is magic. I used to be that kid and I'd still drop anything to help my high school basketball coach, even though I'll be celebrating my fifteenth (ugh!) reunion next year. I forget that in this process he is not only a father and role model for our children, but for a lot of these athletes ("afletes" for those of you who watch "Real Housewives of Atlanta," you know who you are ;)) he is the closest thing to a father that they've ever had. And if that's not the role he plays in their lives, he is certainly a model for what a man should be, or what his girl athletes should look for in a potential partner. My heart swells with pride when I think about it. And I get to be married to him... and he is my "baby daddy!" Who could ask for anything more?
As for the other two VIPs in my life. Logan is continuing to thrive in preschool. His teachers are so sweet and one of them actually called me at work on Tuesday to report an "incident" that had occured on the playground that day. (Here's me thinking that it's my first call from the principal... I was wrong). Apparently Logan had a run-in with a pole and he lost the battle with a bump to show for it and Miss Sue just wanted to make sure we were aware of the situation. I thanked her kindly and then chuckled to myself for all the times we've watched Logan bump some body part only to bounce right back up and keep on going! He loves wrestling practice... one of two 3 year olds in the programs and is working out twice a week. He comes home tired and happy and Matt goes with him every time which is the only way I'd agree to sending him. He has his own wrestling shoes (too big) and singlet (also a bit on the big side) but Matt swears he holds his own with the bigger kids.
Finley will be six months on March 2 and she is as joyful as ever. She recently cut her first tooth (bottom center left to be exact) and is now working on sitting up like a big girl and rolling back and forth from tummy to back. She is bliss for the rest of us and adores her big brother. I worry about her neck snapping from her constant attemps to follow him as he moves throughout our house. He makes her laugh-- really laugh and cracks us up in the process too. His love for her is more than apparent too (a worry for me being the oldest child who was not too wild about sharing the spotlight with siblings) but I think he's much more mature than I in that regard. Thank goodness. Now, if I could just get eight straight hours of sleep once a week, I'd be thrilled.
Highlights in February included a visit to Coyote Lake last weekend. Matt and Logan played warriors and hunted poor wildlife with sticks. Don't worry, no furry creatures were harmed in their attempts to throw stick spears. Finn and I went to our friend Sarah George's baby shower the weekend before and helped thirty other ladies welcome the idea of baby Neha Elizabeth, due in April. Hope she's not late. Speaking of babies, there has been an influx in our neighborhood, including baby Marley Mae, great-granddaughter of my Gram's best friend, Dorothy Tubach, who took care of my Gram at the end of her time here. Baby Marley was born on Friday, February 13, which was my Gram's birthday too, some eighty plus years ago. Gram always called any Friday the 13th her lucky day. It's the same for Marley now too! As an aside, Finley's second middle name, Jane, is for my Gram and my mom and a handful of other women on her side. We also got to hang out with my good friend Lori (a fellow banquet captain from my days at CordeValle) and her daughter Fiona and new baby Tristan at Pump It Up in Morgan Hill. Logan and Fiona played on the jump houses and ginormous slides for three hours and both napped really well. Hooray! That's always the goal.
Matt made me go to a Yokebar (http://www.yokebar.com/) class last night at the Morgan Hill TFL facility. I hated it and loved it. I might be hooked. I am beyond sore and can't wait to get back next Thursday. It's really fun for me to work out with Matt too. I get a little competitive when I can't do whatever it is that he's doing as well, but that's par for the course. I beat him 10-1 in a one on one basketball game when I still played regularly and I will never give him a rematch. Athletically he dominates me in everything, so I need one glimmer of victory to cling to. And I'll clutch it always! Who says I'm not competitive!?
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