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September 8, 2014

Sean Padraig

August 26, 2014, our little man's due date. No one thought that he would actually be born *on* his due date. The Mister and I were betting on about a week late. First pregnancies usually run long, boys tend to come late, the Mister was late...surely our little man was going to take his time. So, imagine my surprise  on Monday night when my water broke...well little man, you sure did get your daddy's sense of timing.

My labor was not uneventful, it did not go exactly as planned, but I brought our son into the world happy and healthy, and that is what is important.

The contractions started around 9:00 pm on Monday. The mister and I met my mom at the hospital around  3:00 am. I labored thorough the night and was seen by the doctor at around 8:00 am. By 10:00 am having been in labor for 12 hours the doctor wanted to start me on pitocin. I didn't want to, but for fear of infection we decided to do what we needed to in order to progress with the labor. Needless to say my body didn't want the pitocin either and I had a bad reaction to it. The nurses took me off of the pitocin within a few minutes of starting it. I was then informed that the doctor wanted to do an internal monitor. This might have been the most terrifying moment of the entire labor. When I asked how this was done the nurse stated "with screws". What? You want to put screws into my baby's head?!? Absolutely not. The Mister called his mom (a retired OB/GYN, lucky us) and she encouraged us to proceed with the monitor as it was not as serious as they made it sound and would give a better idea of what was needed for me and the baby. Fortunately, before any of this could take place our little man decided he was ready to make his entrance. My contractions started feeling more like pushes and soon the delivery room was filled with nurses. I don't have a good concept of time for any of the labor, but the delivery felt like it went very quickly. So after 15 hours of labor, with no pain medications, I saw my little man, Sean Padraig, enter the world at 12:38 pm on 8/26/14.




People told me that I would hate my husband, that I would say terrible things while in labor. None of this was true for me. I was so thankful for my husband (and my mother) who helped me through the entire process. I never hated either of them, only loved them more for supporting me. My love for my husband grew more than I knew it could during labor and after. Seeing him with our son was one of the happiest moments of my life. Every time he holds our son the love I thought was to bursting grows a little more.

What no one told me was how much I would miss my husband. We spent two days together in a little hospital room after the baby was born and I felt like I never got to see him. I spent my time feeding the baby and drifting in and out of sleep, while he sat in the chair on the other side of the room. When we got home he had to go back to work so I only got to see him in the evenings and on his days off. After a couple days I broke down in his arms and told him how much I missed him. 


Things are beginning to settle into a routine and yesterday I was able to snuggle with my husband while watching movies as the baby slept. It was the little things that I missed during the early days. Each day I am learning how to live this new life as wife and mother. It is an exceptional challenge and I love every moment.

Our little man will be two weeks old tomorrow. It is still hard to believe he is ours. Having a baby to love and nurture is more overwhelming than I had ever imagined, and more amazing. This little person depends on us for everything, doesn't speak our language, and has no concept of time. He is our world. I love watching him. I love being his mom. I am so excited about this grand adventure that the three of us are making together!



July 7, 2014

My Little Bumblebee




My apologies for the extended absence from regular blogging. I have been working on a different type of craft project =) Next month the mister and I will welcome out first born into the world. We have been busily attempting to ready ourselves for this wonderful addition. And this has left little time for projects or blogging on my part.

This past weekend my lovely mother hosted a baby shower for me and the theme was bumblebees. I was told I had to be very "hands-off" and couldn't help with the decorating, or the gifts, or anything for that matter. With all the cute ideas out there for bumblebees I had to get my hands dirty somehow. I decided a cute bib necklace would do the trick.






The shower was perfect. Thank you to all those who could attend, and to those who were there in spirit as well. Our new little bundle of joy has very generous friends and family and will be welcomed into the world with lots of love.



February 25, 2014

The Man of My Dreams

At the end of January I married the man of my dreams. We had a very simple ceremony at City Hall.


The mister and I have been a couple for nearly ten years, and friends for even longer. This wedding was more a confirmation of the vows we have been living all along. We wanted to keep it simple because that is how we live. No big show, no fancy party, just close friends and family members to celebrate the love that we share.




For us, our love and our life is what constitutes a marriage and we have had that for ten years. I am proud to now call Ryan my husband, he has been that in my heart all along.



October 27, 2013

Tree to Table




When I was younger my mom and I used to make a three hour drive south every fall to gather apples for the holiday baking season. When the Mister and I moved back to NY last summer I was disappointed to learn that due to the early thaw followed by a cold spell, there were fewer apples available and no local orchards were letting people pick their own. Luckily, this summer was better for apples and all the orchards were back open for picking! So, off we went.

We came home with an entire bushel of apples, close to 30 pounds, which looks like a lot more in my pantry than it did when we were standing in the middle of the orchard.


For my first apple dish I went with the ever popular apple pie. I love making it and the Mister loves eating it!


Next up is a nod to my German heritage with some apfelpfannkuchen, followed eventually by some baked apple oatmeal, and then probably another pie. Not to mention the apple a day that each of us are eating. I'm thinking that 30 pounds may have been too many apples for two people...anyone interested in some delicious baked goods?


As an aside, I'll share this photo to hopefully put a smile on your face. A while back someone that lives in this house and is not me got in a small fight with the container and then put it back in the drawer like nothing happened. Each time I grab for the cling wrap I have to giggle just a little as I imagine how the box came to look this way. Enjoy =)




October 24, 2013

Game Night

Some of my fondest memories are of friends and family gathered around a table playing games. From huddling at the neighbor's during the ice storm of 1998 for warmth and what felt like hundreds of games of Phase 10, to the first Thanksgiving I spent with the Mister's family. When we played SNL Trivial Pursuit and I learned that his sister cheats at Uno. I also learned that she likes to confess to cheating several turns past when any consequences can be doled out. Let's not forget winning Gestures and stunning my host family when I guessed modelleisenbahn correctly, or visiting friends from my hometown and playing Creationary while enjoying margaritas.


For a while the Mister and I had a regular game night scheduled. We had amassed quite the collection of games during our decade together branching out beyond your run of the mill Milton Bradley or Parker Brother's games (not that we don't enjoy these as well). We discovered Euro games and fell instantly in love. These games are often much more complicated than traditional board games, but they are always worth the effort. (I suggest you look into Dominion or Pandemic if you're interested). We kept our game night up for nearly a year, but then life seemed to place itself squarely in the way and we ended up making excuses and finding reasons for why we didn't have the time.

Recently we decided to reenact our game night. We did some rearranging of the rooms after the purchase of our new couch and we took this opportunity to create a game room. As we added a little bit of normalcy to our home with new living room furniture, we balanced it out with a reminder of the geekery that our relationship is built upon. 



Game nights got away from us in the past, so we have renewed our efforts to make the space for them this time around. Finding a couple hours on a Sunday night not only allows us to meet the new week with our energies refueled, but it also lets us reconnect with each other at the end of every week.


Plus, the Mister just bought a Pound-o-dice, so we are looking for any and every reason to use them!

October 8, 2013

Black Bean Dip

I recently remembered that once upon a time I loved black bean dip. I haven't had any in ages and I am pretty sure the kind I used to eat doesn't exist anymore. I currently eat much cleaner than I used to so I decided to try my hand at homemade bean dip.


There are tons of recipes for this dip online, in varying levels of difficulty. You can pretty much toss some black beans in a food processor with whatever other vegetables and spices that you like.


Most recipes suggest adding salsa, but I decided to add fresh vegetables instead. Along with the black beans, I added tomatoes, hot peppers, onion, garlic, cilantro, and lime juice. I kept the spices simple with salt, black pepper, and some cayenne. I put everything in the food processor and blended with a touch of olive oil to smooth it out. For a smoother dip you can use canned beans, but I am really opposed to eating things out of a can, so I opted to rehydrate the dried version.


September 23, 2013

Return of the Scarf


I've been playing with this purple yarn, on and off, for a few years now. I've started at least three different scarves, only to decide I didn't like them and take the stitches out again. I finally settled on a pattern that I was pleased with. I had intended for this to be an extra wide scarf, but at the last minute I changed my mind again and decided to try it as a cowl instead. Finally, the piece is finished, just in time for the return of colder weather and scarf season!