WOW...Long time

Hey there...it's been a LONG time since I updated this site. A bit embarrassing but alas, I have a fabulous excuse. Since March, we have sold our house in San Mateo, moved to Menlo Park, then moved to Woodside, then bought in Menlo Park (only to have to tear down and rebuild) and looking for new place to live (our lease runs out in Woodside in 60 days)...all while pregnant. Hmmm, I think that's about it.

We are neck deep in house planning and having so much fun (so far). Over Turkey Day my parents came in town and did some major time with Addy. With my parents watching Addy, we were able to pick out all the kitchen appliances. At the rate we are going, we should have our first drawings by Christmas. We can't wait to see them and share them with you. We will be moving out of Woodside into another house (yet to be determined) end of January or first of Feb. I am starting to feel like we are a part of the federal witness program moving 3 times in one year. HA!

Addison is now 21 months old and got her first hair cut only a couple days ago. It went over like a fart in church even though we bribed her with cookies, Elmo and a slew of toys. A few minutes of public screaming and $40 and we were set. $40 you say? I say a crazy rip off so I'm doing the next hair cuts (say for about the next 15 years) Lynn style. With some poultry sheers in the kitchen. I'm pretty sure my parents didn't pay to get my hair cut until I was well into highschool.

Addy is on her way through the "ABC's" mastering the first 3 letters. She's a dancing fool and as crazy as always. She's about to graduate to a toddler bed (before the newest addition arrives). Potty training has been tabled for the time being...mommy and daddy are a bit too lazy but we'll kick it into high gear in the next month or so.

As for the pregnancy, it's is going great! I just reached my 6 month hump (spoiler alert...it's a girl). The second time around is going MUCH faster than the first. In fact, most of the time I forget how far along I am...versus the first time, I read a million books that explained the size of the baby (what the hell is a spaghetti squash anyways?!?).

That should catch you guys up for the next couple of months but don't worry...i have some hilarious stories to share with you and I will very soon.

Happy Birthday, Addy!

So my infant just turned 1…that is a crazy thing to say. The year flew by but the hilarity seemed to never end. Looking back through the posts, I think “who the hell sent me home with a kid…I knew NOTHING”. In fact, right after Addison was born, I spent some time at a family reunion. I had asked my cousin (who had a 3 month old at the time) what she was going to feed her infant…apples? She was still breastfeeding and the baby couldn’t even hold her head up yet…my cousin simply pointed at her boobs and shook her head and disappeared into the back bedroom. I remember back when we were checking out of the hospital. The nurses made sure we had a car seat (didn’t even check if we had managed to set it up properly) then what seemed like slow motion, the noise of the closing car door echoed leaving Jon and I alone with this new person. What the hell do we do now? It was no longer the 2 of us and that statement alone left us giddy and petrified.

I went back to work when she was 12 weeks old and entrusted a gal who barely spoke English to watch over her. The anguish and excitement I felt as I drove to work that morning is still fresh in my brain. In fact, I still have the anguish but somehow the excitement for work has fizzled. Go figure. The thing about moms, I’m realizing, is that we don’t give ourselves a break. We judge other mom’s in whether they go back to work or not, do they breastfeed or formula, daycare or nanny, sleep in the same room or in their crib, let them chew on dog toys or not….you get the point. If we could give each other a break, perhaps we can give ourselves a break. The thing I have learned in the past year is more than I’ve learned in undergrad, grad school or any internship. You can’t do it all. Delegation is freedom. So long micromanager and perfection…hello to getting by and vomit free clothing. By the way, Magaly (our barely English speaking nanny) is AMAZING!

Thank you for taking the ride with me as we went from new born miconium poo to the mustard seed blowouts to the all out adult poops, you are gracious for being my outlet. As I learn more about this motherhood thing, I learn more about myself. And for all of those that are wondering how Jon is doing…he has remembered the diaper each and every time.