Tagged with little guy

Playing in the snow

Playing in the snow

It has been a crazy week here in “Oz”. We got more than nine inches of snow on Wednesday night into Thursday morning and more Thursday afternoon. It closed our campus for Thursday and Friday. And that meant this new momma who grew up in North Dakota got to take her little one to play … Continue reading

Six months later

It has been six months since my first blog post. No, this will not be a confession of any kind. But it will be a chance to reflect on how different things are for my husband, the Little Guy and me. On August 5, when I started this blog, I was awaiting surgery to repair … Continue reading

Happy Birthday

It’s just after midnight on my son’s first birthday. I should be overwhelmed with joy right now. Instead, part of me wishes I could throw a plate through a window. I’m angry. I’m sad. And I’m weak right now. I’m angry because I feel like I got cheated out of the first nearly 10 months … Continue reading

Lessons from my son

They say a parent is a child’s first teacher. I hope that proves true for me and my 11-month-old son as he grows. I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately because I’m about to start work on a master’s degree. (My first class starts in about 30 minutes.) What I can say for sure … Continue reading

Little Guy limits

The Little Guy is testing his limits lately. I know he should be because he’s going to be a year old soon and that’s what babies that age do. Logically, I know he’s exploring his world and getting to know it, and us, through his actions. But emotionally it’s been tough. When we picked him … Continue reading

Timing is EVERYTHING

This week my family has proved the adage that timing is everything. The day after my final physical therapy appointment the tables turned. Fewer than 24 hours after my final appointment I became the “healthy” one and my husband became the one with a mobility challenge. I sustained a separated pelvis during childbirth in January … Continue reading

Taking my own advice

Taking my own advice

In September I wrote that “It’s not life if there are not challenges.” This week I need to take my own advice. It has been a whirlwind last few days, with more challenges flung our way. My last physical therapy appointment was Thursday (more to come about that in another entry). We also had the … Continue reading

“Ignorance is bliss”

The last few days have given me a new appreciation of the phrase “ignorance is bliss.” The phrase used to make my skin crawl. Anytime I heard it I couldn’t help but think “No. Ignorance means you don’t care enough about yourself or others to learn the truth.” But Sunday, Monday and today have taught … Continue reading

Still breathing

I had another Guess what! moment today. I held a plank for a minute on each side. I hadn’t made it that far at home, but Amy said “I bet you can do a minute” and she was right. She talked to me the whole time so I couldn’t hold my breath. That’s a great … Continue reading

The levy is broken

When I was barely 16, our town flooded. The Flood of 1997 in Grand Forks, North Dakota was the second time in my life that something thatĀ happened to meĀ caused me to go into survival mode. It seems the experience of separating my pelvis during childbirth (officially, the condition is known as diastasis symphysis pubis) and … Continue reading