Monday, June 30, 2014

We're getting a puppy!!

Meet Alice and Edward




These are the puppies Chris found online for us to adopt about a month ago. Aren't they precious?? Well, at first, he found Alice, but as it turned out, she had been in an accident and Edward, her brother, was vital to her recovery. She didn't seem like she was going to make it until he started visiting, so they were a package deal.

I was wary about getting one dog, but after asking Chris about every uncertainty I could think of, I agreed. Then, we found Alice, and agreed to meet them, even though we couldn't possibly imagine having two dogs. I mean, wouldn't it be too much? What with just having a baby and all?

Then we met them. And boy oh boy did we fall in love. Like, I even fell in love. Their foster mom brought them to our house and I felt this instant connection with them - something I can't say for any other dog we've ever looked at. Seeing them walk around our apartment, it just felt like they belonged there. So even though it was unexpected, and more expensive, I was fully on board getting the both of them. 

We had to work, not through the foster mom, but a lady from the rescue organization, with whom we talked on the phone a lot. You see, she was wary because we had two little kids. She couldn't possibly see how we could handle two kids AND two puppies. Admittedly, it would have been a lot, but nothing we couldn't handle. The foster mom took us through their daily schedule and I found it absolutely do-able. We assured the lady that we were very willing to put in the time and effort for the both of them. We didn't mention this, but we had even bought all the supplies we would need - toys, a cage from CL we'd pick up later, two beds, a water bowl and two food bowls, etc. We were getting prepped and excited!!

Well, you'll notice my post says, "We're getting A puppy." A couple weeks passed, and the lady in charge was being wishy washy. "I need to talk to the vet to see if you can handle it," was her first stalling technique. Huh? What does your vet possibly know about our limits that we couldn't tell you? She gave us more stalls. Once a whole week passed without us hearing from her. 

Then, one day she contacted Chris. Apparently, there had been some sort of scuffle at the vet's over a toy, and the vet had taken the you away and the dog had nipped at the vet. So OBVIOUSLY this means they are unfit to be around kids. And now they are refusing to let us adopt them.

Maybe it's silly, but I am a little heartbroken. I seriously fell in love with these two pups. That just hasn't happened with me before. We have looked for dogs on and off for our entire marriage. Chris has always wanted one and I have always put it off, and we've gotten other animals to fill in the gap of not having a puppy. And then we found some we actually loved and wanted to be a part of our family and they denied us.

We were pretty sad for a few days. We still are, actually, but what can you do? Chris started looking again, and we went to an adoption event by the same people and found one dog who might work. We meet her at her foster home tomorrow and we'll see how that goes. 

So despite my sad overtones, we are very excited to get a dog! And I hope whichever one we get it clicks just as much. I know you might be thinking we were crazy for wanting two, and maybe we were, but we just felt so good about it. SO ANYWAY. Wish us luck with the next one! (And if this one doesn't work out, we'll go to a different rescue. Because come on. We're trying to HELP you get a good home for your dogs! Isn't that the point??)

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Starting Yoga

I've been wanting to exercise for a while, but I don't push myself too hard after having a baby. I mean, I just had a baby. That's not a time where I feel I need to push my body because I just pushed a baby out. (Kinda.) But I know that, eventually, I'll start wanting to be more active.

I've also wanted to get into yoga for a long time. I did a few sessions when I was part of Gold's in Orem and they were fantastic. I thought it would be cool, but I had no idea yoga was such a workout! There was one teacher in particular that I loved, who pushed us really hard but still explained things really well for the beginners. I always felt rejuvenated after a class, something I had never been able to say for other exercises. Sure, I felt kind of energized, but the exhaustion always outweighed the happiness.

Well, my friend and I found this 30-day yoga challenge on Youtube so I started last Monday and I FREAKING LOVE IT!!! The first day was 20 minutes and since then they've all been between 11 and 17 minutes long. Totally doable during the day, especially considering you don't sweat super bad, so there's no requirement to shower afterward. That's something that always puts me off of harder exercising. I just don't have the time to spend 40 minutes working out, then a cool down, then half an hour showering and re-getting ready. Plus getting my hair wet that often really annoys me. With this yoga, I can just wear what I'm wearing, which is usually pajama pants.

The reason I'm so excited about it today is because the instructor taught how to get into crow. It's the position where your hands are the only thing touching the floor, with your arms slightly bent and your knees resting on your triceps, bum and feet in the air. Yesterday, when she did a quick preview, I laughed because, come on. This is day 8. And the other days have just been regular yoga, nothing too fancy, but even though she did a few super hard poses, there was nothing extreme. So I saw this and said, "Ok I'll try it, but lezbihonest. Not happening."

But guess what? It was pretty good!! She did a few minutes of prep, like explaining the best way to do it and then doing a couple exercises imitating it on your back on the floor so you know what to expect once you try it for real. And by the time I was on my hands, trying it out, I felt confident enough to try being JUST on my hands a couple times! Who knew?? I fell every time, of course, but I did stay up for like a second and a half, one time, so - Hooray!!

I'm really excited about this. Yoga is the first exercise that's made me feel confident in my body instead of overwhelmed or intimidated. I mean, it's intimidating, but in the good way. At the end of today, she was like, "I know it's hard! You shouldn't feel like you have to do it, but with yoga, improvement is inevitable. Just keep practicing." So it was super encouraging.

I just like it a lot.

Here's a link to the first day of the challenge if you want to try it out too. Day 1 has been the longest one so far at 19:35. 

Let me know if you do it too!

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Conversing

I am working on saying things at the appropriate times. Sometimes I am super bad at saying something only vaguely related to a story a friend has told me and it completely kills the track of the conversation.

For example, tonight, a friend was telling me about how her son's birthday party turned out. She'd had to plan it over the course of an otherwise very busy week, so I wanted to know how his day had been - specifically, his cake, which was the only thing he cared about and he wanted it to be elaborate. So she showed me pictures of this really amazing space-themed cake.She is a gifted baker and the cake was two-tiered, black, with stars along the bottom layer AND it had the solar system planets revolving around the top of it. It was so cool! 

Now, would this be the best time to mention that most models of the solar system aren't actually to scale, because in order to be, they would cover a football field and a half, and the moon would only be the size of a pixel? Space is much more vast then we realize. This is what popped into my head in that moment. Isn't that weird? I think I need to get a life. It's an interesting factoid (just to me? Maybe?), but it would have been utterly out of place in our conversation. Even though what I have to say may be interesting, what's the point of saying it if I don't build a connection?

Isn't this so elementary? I mean, who doesn't know this yet? Well, it's taken me a long time to learn, and I think my overarching problem is the lack of a filter. I am trying to build one, to think of how the things I say affect other people. Also, how to connect appropriately from one subject to the next. I don't know what happened but my social skills have been seriously lacking and I've been having a hard time having real conversations with people. I have a hard time thinking of questions to ask, or continue on a subject I'm not super interested in, so I just...stop....talking.... I just feel so scatterbrained! It's so hard to focus! Is it because I spend my days with babies? Is it the move to Texas, so now I feel out of place? As Ariana would say, "No no no??" (I don't know.)

Hi, I'm Rosanne and I'm 27 years old. I wonder what other life lessons I will need to learn at an inappropriately old age.

Don't worry - I responded with the appropriate enthusiasm and the conversation grew. But is that just the weirdest? Am I the only one who does this?

Saturday, June 14, 2014

A pep talk for future me (And you too, if you have a new baby)

When we know someone who has a new baby, sometimes we imagine that they don't want us around, interrupting, because they sit a lot just snuggling their sweet newborn. HA! It's funny, because I still think that way, even though I've now experienced it twice and know that having a newborn is anything but relaxing. I forget that babies are crazy hard, even while I have them. I just assume it's hard just for me because I'm weak and have a low tolerance for crying and fatigue.

So this post is for any new moms (or dads) who might need a pep talk, or for anyone who knows a new mom/dad and just wants a little more understanding of what they're experiencing, if they're anything like me. It's a pep talk I wrote to my future self when I have my next baby, so that I don't forget all these things I'm going through and freak out again that it's all not normal. It is normal, at least for me. If you've never had kids or never experienced any of this and are reading - please don't judge anything you don't understand.

I wrote this about when McKenna turned two months old.

K listen sister. Having a newborn is hard. HARD! Remember, all this is normal:
You’re going to want to kill your husband, and pretty much anyone else you come in contact with, around week 6, give or take a week and include those weeks as well. It’s going to last a while. Suck it up. Stay silent. Or rage at some paper. It’s ok. It’s normal. You’ll get through it.
You’ll regret your womanhood and become bitter that you are the ONLY one that can feed your baby most of the time. You’ll hate it. It’s normal. You’ll get through it.
You won’t sleep the way you want for a long time, and this will be SO HARD the first couple months. Ask for help. Seriously. Ask someone to take at least one child or something. You can’t do it alone. Well, you can, but why torture yourself if you have willing friends? And you’ll get through it. Even if you do end up being too proud to ask for help. (Which you probably will.) You’ll all live.
You’ll have a hard time bonding with your child. This is normal (for you), and you will grow in love. It’s hard for you for a while because the lack of sleep is so overwhelming you just feel like everything is falling apart and this baby doesn’t even respond to you and all the things suck. At first, it will be merely instinct holding you two together, but little by little, you’ll fall in love. You’ll admire the way light reflects on their eyes, or they’ll lock glances with you and you'll really see them, or they’ll make a cute noise, or you’ll just feel this incredible sense of peace while breastfeeding – hold on to those moments, and enjoy them. They will get you through. You will find little things to fall in love with, and before you know it, you’ll be entirely smitten by your own choice. Don’t feel guilty. It’s not personal. You're not a bad mom. It’s just hard. But you’ll get there. You’ll get through it.
Gas drops will come in handy starting around week 5. If they’re super cranky around then, buy some and try it out.
Acne around weeks 4-7 is normal, and hopefully it will be gone by 8 weeks/2 months. Don’t worry about it. It’ll pass.
Tummy sleeping is scary, but it helps with the gas. Do what you need to do to survive. Remember that Heavenly Father is invested in your children’s well beings also, and he will make up for what you can’t do. He will watch over them and let you know when they need help. Don’t be careless, but be smart about your limits and abilities. If your child screams bloody murder every time they're placed on their back, and for hours at a time - it's ok to try their tummy if they can hold themselves up. People have done it this way for decades, if not centuries.*
Speaking of which, when you feel like you’re going to throw the baby across the room (and you will feel that way), put them down and let them cry. Remember that Purple Crying video they gave you in the hospital and made you promise to watch? They do that for a reason. Everyone feels this way! Take a break. You work so hard, you deserve it. Don’t feel guilty. You need time to recharge or you’ll be overworked and hating life.
Also, did your older kid(s) eat cereal for breakfast, and bread for lunch, and then animal crackers for dinner? For the last week? Hey! Congratulations for keeping food in the house! You’re doing great. See her running around, playing? She's clearly fine. You’ll all live, and soon you’ll be wanting to put effort into food again. But don’t rush it. You’ve got time. You’ll get through it.
Remember, you can do this. It’s hard, and that’s ok. Ask for help. It’s not shameful or embarrassing. It’s necessary. And fine. And even great. Get through the first few months however you need to, and you’ll be great. Take advantage of the first few weeks where they just sleep through anything. Love them. Snuggle them. Adore them. And scream and cry and rant when you need to.

It’s all going to be oooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. (Deep breath)

And if you're having a hard time, too, this is for you! Insert [whatever your struggle is here], and then remind yourself, "I'll get through it." You will. You really, really will.

*I don't want your opinion on whether or not I should let my child sleep on their stomach. Or anything else here. This post is intended to help, not hurt. The end.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Memorial Day weekend

You know how sometimes you make friends, and (if you're married or paired up) the four of you get along so well it's like fate brought you together? Chris and I have been fortunate enough to make a few friends of this caliber over the years and last weekend, we went to visit some of them!

Zach and Nikki live in Atlanta, which is about a 13 hour drive. Coincidentally, I have family there too, so we decided to take a long Memorial Day weekend and visit family and friends. SOMEBODY (I can't say who) (it was me) had the BRILLIANT idea to drive through the night. The idea was that the girls would sleep on the way there, making it easier since we all know how babies can be, locked in their car seat for hours at a time.

This is our outlook at the beginning of the drive:
Wearing headphones to drown out the already crying girls. 

And it only went downhill from there. 

I won't rehash the entire night for you because it was something I never want to experience again. But I'll recap so you get the idea. We left around 5 PM, just hitting rush hour, which in Houston is nothing to shrug off. But it only held us back an extra half hour or so, which seemed miraculous and insignificant in a 13 hour drive. The rest of the night included crying babies, hungry babies, a cranky husband and wife, a 2.5 hour detour starting at 1AM, roughly the same in sleep for each of us, and hours upon hours of screaming (done by the kids) (mostly).

You know how they say to take a road trip with your intended before getting married to see what they're like after being stuck in a car? Fabulous idea. I'm pretty sure we are in it to win it now. We took one long road trip while dating, but now we've done it with two screaming children, which just adds a whole other level. 

We will never do it again.

But we did see this gorgeous sunrise. 
Well, I saw it. This was during Chris's 2-hour sleep.
Ok! So the worst part was over. Onward and upward! We got to my aunt's house, where my mom had driven to with another of her sisters to meet us, spent some time catching up and then went to the darkest room in the lowest floor to sleep sleep sleep! After that, things looked much brighter. My aunt lives in an Atlanta suburb and it is just gorgeous there. So lush and not too humid, we spent a lot of time outside on her deck just shooting the breeze. My cousins arrived later that day with some of their kids and we had a great time getting to know each other more. (This is family it hadn't gotten to see very often growing up.) We didn't take many pictures that day, but it was simply great to see everyone and hang out for the day. It was the perfect start (not including the drive) to the weekend!

Oh. Except for the part where Chris made a joke about me being pregnant. And I almost started crying.

SO THEN on Saturday morning we drove up to the lake house in South Carolina. Again, it was a beautiful drive, and we ended up in a town that was so spread out, it hardly seemed like a town at all, just a smattering of houses and churches at an almost perfect 1:1 ratio. (We are in the South after all.) 

This is the back of the house, the view from the lake.

And looking down from the deck to the lake.

The fire pit where delicious s'mores were made and inhaled.
The lakehouse was simply dreamy. I can't recall what day held what, but I remember the experiences. 

There was the time we went paddle boarding
Actually that happened like 7 times, this was just the only time
I took pictures.
There was the time we took the convertible to the store (30 minutes away) and it started raining on the way home
Of course
There was the time I got to nurse my baby whilst eating s'mores and relaxing at the bonfire lakeside. (That happened in a hammock too. What a life.)

There was the time I texted this picture to my friend Whitni, asking if this was the DELICIOUS popcorn she had recently shared with me, and she texted me back a picture of HER with the SAME POPCORN she was picking up at the exact same time. Creeeeeeepppeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!
You're welcome for the free advertising, Angie's
There was the time we went on walks, and babies replaced our husband's heads.
Chris said, "Can you tell which one is me?" :D
There was the time I was craving brownies so badly, I bought some at the gas station for an ungodly price and then Chris drew a smiley face in them. 

There was the time we hiked down a waterfall. It doesn't sound treacherous until you add two toddlers and two newborns. 

There was the time Kate played matchmaker

And then there were the times where we just got to hang out. Chat. Be friends. These neighbors lived below us while I went through chemo, recovery, pregnancy, and the birth of Ariana. We saw them grow their family as well, and it was just amazing to spend some quality time together.


I won't go on because I'm just getting sappy, so I'll just say - we had so much fun!


And here's a picture of the girls watching a butterfly eat poo. 

My view while Chris drove part of the way home. It was during the day, and considerably easier. Go figure.