Tuesday, October 17, 2017

The Waiting Game

Written July 5, 2017

Everything was sunshine and rainbows a few weeks ago when I wrote my last post.  Ha how quickly things change in pregnancy!

At 36 weeks, I started the downhill slide.  I felt off all day and then that night I was having 6-8 BH contractions every hour.  Called the midwife and she told me to lay down, drink lots of water and call if anything changes.  I did, felt better and was able to get some sleep.  But I woke up at 4 am having cramping and consistent contractions.  Called again and she sent me to the hospital for monitoring.

Everything was fine with the baby and I was wasn't dilating.  Excellent!  But apparently this was going to be my new "normal".

After that, shit got real for the first time.  I started to panic.  Up to that point, the only preparation I had done for this baby was to order a new crib and carseat.   It was clearly time to get my butt in gear and start thinking about the weeks to come.

The following week, my girlfriend from Colorado and her three kiddos were in the area visiting.  J had to go out of town for work so it was perfect timing for overnight guests.  A few days later, some of the neighbor ladies threw me a little "baby sprinkle" at Bunco.

And next day, my mom came up to do some baby shopping.  By Friday, I was beyond exhausted.  We were suppose to go to Pontiac for a cookout and fireworks but I was so overwhelmed and anxious, all I wanted to do was be home.  Nesting was kicking in big time!

I spent part the weekend cleaning, unpacking baby gear, doing lots of laundry and checking things off my list.


























But then I overdid it on Saturday.  I was up a good portion of the night with constant contractions, cramping and lots of pressure in my bum.  At one point, I started to get my toiletries together because I thought there was a trip to the hospital in my future.  But after a shower and lots of water, my body started to calm down.

In the following days, I have had to switch gears to neutral.  My new normal has caught me off guard.   I know anything is possible but I have convinced myself that he will come early.  Every morning I wake up with an anxious feeling and wonder if today is the day?!

L

Friday, October 13, 2017

35 Weeks

Written June 16, 2017

I am 35 weeks pregnant...for the third time.  I get asked a lot of questions these days.  1) Am I getting my girl this time?  Nope.  2) I bet you are ready for him to come out?  Nope.  Life is a lot easier with him on the inside.  3) How are you feeling?  Great, actually.

Now that I am in the home stretch, I must admit all of my pregnancies have been healthy, normal and realatively easy.  I realize and am grateful for this good fortune.

The hardest part about my pregnancy with Jack, was that it was my first.  The unfamiliar and unknown make you worry about every little pain.

The only thing I remember about my pregnancy with Leo was the very end, I was SO uncomfortable. Sleeping was a chore and I had really bad sacrum pain.

So, I was expecting, baby boy #3 to be the hardest one yet.  I'm seven years older than I was with #1 and I have two extremely active little boys in my orbit.  But honestly, this has been the easiest one yet (KNOCK on wood!).  Physically I've felt pretty great.  Throughout, I have tried to exercise on occassion and frequently take walks around the hood.  J started the Atkins diet a few months ago which has forced me to significantly tweak our dinner plans.  I have been craving meat (and off pizza/pasta...weird!) this pregnancy so it has worked out swimmingly.

I had the usual nausea, superhuman smell sensitivity and tiredness in my first trimester.  During my second trimester, I started to have sacrum pain. I have been going to the chiropractor every two weeks since then and haven't had anymore back/neck problems.

Now, well into my third trimester, I still feel pretty good.  I just recently started having to get up two or three times a night to use the bathroom but I have been falling back asleep quickly.  And when I put Leo down for a nap I usually sneak in a 45-60 minute nap as well.  So I consider myself fairly well rested for 8 months pregnant!  I think my biggest frustration lately is not being able to bend over long enough to get all of the weeds pulled from the yard.

We just got back from our last vacation as a family four.  I had originally wanted to go to Colorado for a week.  Unfortunately by the time Jack got out of school, I was going to be 34 weeks pregnant and Colorado would have been a lot of bouncing around.  I think it would have just been too much for me physically.  So we decided on our usual spot in Longboat.  We swam, played, ate and napped for a week.  It was perfect.







So here I sit, just waiting for little one to finish cooking.  My labor with Jack started two days early and he arrived on his due date.  Leo came a week early and was already 8 lbs, so in theory we could have a baby here in 3.5 weeks....fuck.  Fastest.  Pregnancy.  Ever.



L
(And yes, I wore a bikini the whole week!)






Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Losing Myself

May 2017

The clichés about the third pregnancy are seemingly true.  The thrill is gone.  There is no great fan fare from those around you.  Pregnancy flies by beacuse you are so busy dealing with the other two little people in your life and you hardly think about clothes and the nursery or the other newborn newonces that you obsessed about with your first.

As I did with my other pregnancies, I am enjoying feeling him bump around inside of me.  But this time I'm really trying to absorb the memory of the sensation because I know this will be the last time.  This season of my life is coming to a close.   But other than that, I don't let myself think about the future much.  I've still got 10 weeks to go so this may change, but I'm in no rush to get this boy out of me.

Truth be told, I'm terrified.

I know I'm about to lose myself and based on my previous experiences into new motherhood I'm guessing it will take about a year to start to find myself again.

Who I am at my core began her hibernation in November and won't return until the beautiful but restricting days of breastfeeding are over and I can finally reclaim my body as my own again.  Not until that day, will I slowly start to feel like Lindsey again.

With experience comes knowledge and knowledge is power. Or in the case of motherhood, knowledge can make you feel powerless.  I'm more aware this time around of what is in store for me in just a few short months.  Sleepless nights, feeling like I've been hit by a truck as my body repairs itself, the stress of hearing a newborn cry, trying to keep my big boys happy (and the guilt when I fail), the anxiety that will creep up on me daily when I look around and see my house is disaster.  Who knows what damage I will do to my older boys when the beast that is hormonal, angry, impatient, sleep deprived Lindsey rears her ugly unkempt head.  Hopefully they are still young enough to forgive and forget.

And my poor husband.  I know he can weather the storm as he already has but he will probably bear the brunt of my wrath.  Somewhere down the road, we will have to find our way back to each other as we have before.  He will have to forgive me and I will have to forgive him.  Our love will be different.  Our relationship with be forever changed.  However, we have experience on our side so I am optimistic that we can come out the other side stronger...fingers crossed!

This is why I'm terrified.  The life I know right now is quickly coming to an end.  We are about to become a family of five which means we will all have to adjust to a new normal.  If experience has taught me anything, the transition is going to be brutal but the dust will settle and I will be stronger and better afterward.

L

Saturday, July 8, 2017

A Unicorn

March 2017

Most weekday mornings around here consisit of either one of two situations.

Example A) One or both boys are up shortly after 6 am.  There is no reason to be up that early in this house.  They come bouncing into our room as loudly as they can and jump into bed inevidably injuring one of us.  At this point we are awake but they lay there nicely for about 5 minutes.  Boredom sets in so they start poking one of us requesting a phone.  They turn on Nick Jr or some annoying game at full sound.  If the other boy isn't in bed with us yet, at this point he too will come sprinting in to join the party.  We are more alert, so chance of injury decreses as we are able to instinctively protect ourselves as he pole vaults into the bed.  They lay there nicely for another 5 minutes until one gets bored and starts poking the other.  This quickly melts down into a full on wrestleing match...again injury of one parent is inevidable.  Now we are awake and irrtated.  "Ok, adult space! Go to your own rooms if you are going to act like this!"  This phrase is repeated several times until I'm about to loose my mind.  Fuck it, might as well get up and start the day.

Eating breakfast generally goes smoothly but then we melt down into repeated requests to "Change your clothes!"  "Go to the bathroom!"  "Sit down so I can do your hair.....well if your going to bounce around its going to hurt!"  And then comes..."Time to brush teeth."  Something SO simple turns into an epic battle.  Someone is in tears and shouting about who HAS to go first, "No, I went first last time!" or its a fight over who GETS to go first.  Serisouly?! WTF.  I recently decided to make a little game to decide who goes first.  I hide something behind my back and whoever pick the correct hand goes first.  Worked great the first few times but now that has devolved into the second teeth-brusher having a meltdown and accusing me of cheating.  I give up.

Example B)  We have all over slept and it is now 7:35.  By the time I actually get them out of bed, it is 7:41.  Durning these mornings, I am the frazzled one.  Rushing them about.  We have the same arguments and issues as Example A but for the most part they know to just fall in line because mom isn't messing around.  I get everything done with military precision and we get to school 1 minute later than usual.  No big deal but all the rushing around and pushing them out the door leaves me feeling like a real shit.  I am aware that on these days, I have no one to blame but myself.

But every now and then, we have what I like to call a "unicorn" morning.  The term "unicorn" can be applied to more than just "morning".  We can also have "unicorn" meals, all day behavior, trips, etc.  Just like the mythical creature, a "unicorn" is a beautiful, breath taking, and above all, rare site to be held.  It is the occasional "unicorn" day or event that is my reminder to not give up hope in my children or my parenting abilities.

(This photo is an example of a "unicorn day".  There were zero arguments about the outfits, BOTH smiling, and they look freaking adorable!)

This morning they threw me a bone.  There were no, I repeat NO, arguments.  No tears.  No whining.  No rushing.  Everyone was in a great mood and did exactly as they were told.  After drop off, I returned home in an excellent mood and felt like I could take on anything that day.  I reflected.  Tried to figure out what exactly we
had done differently in order to have such a wonderful morning.  I couldn't find an answer.  I decided take a deep breath, enjoy the moment and to just chaulk it up for what it was....a unicorn.

L

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Going Home

March 2017

We made an unexpected trip to Denver last week.  A friend and former co-worker of J's was shot and killed by her husband, who then took his own life.  It's one of those things you hear about on the news but would never happen in real life.  Marie was one of the nicest people I have ever met.  She was one of those rare souls in life that could spread happiness and laugher just by walking into a room.  To say her death came as shock and her absence will be felt by many would be an understatement.  So when J asked me to go with him to the funeral in Colorado, I was glad to have the opportunity to pay my respects.

We were gone for less than 72 hours but I was nervous wreck leading up to our departure.  This was only the third time I had left the boys for an extended time and making sure every detail of our daily lives are covered for whomever is caring for them can be stressful.  However, my MIL did an awesome job!  When we got home, everyone was healthy and happy and the house was still standing. Can't ask for anything more.

It was also the first time I had been in Colorado since we left 8 months ago.  Honesty, I didn't know how I would feel being back.

During our first 6 months in IL, I didn't allow myself to even think about Colorado and quiet frankly in the beginining I was so busy I never really had time to reflect on the life we left behind.

But sometime after the new year, I was going through old pictures on my computer and the flood gates opened up.  There was also a period in January where the sun didn't make an appearance for almost 2 weeks and I really started to miss the sunny, mild Colorado winters.  So needless to say, I was afraid if I went back there would be a good chance I may never leave.

As soon as we arrived at DIA, it all came back to me.  The familiar terminal, walking outside into the sunshine and warm spring air.  I didn't feel like an outsider or a visitor, I felt like I had just gotten home.  Driving to J's old office, driving to our old neighborhood for dinner and then down to my in-laws house, was a journey I could have done blindfolded.  Normally, when we travel we are going somewhere new and unfamiliar.  It was a very weird feeling to leave our house and children only to arrive in a place that felt more like home.

Over the next two days, we saw countless former co-workers/friends and I was able to spend sometime with a few of my girlfriends.  Spring had already arrived in Denver.  Our big winter coats were left in the back of the car and my sandles made a reappearence...it was so nice to sit in the sunshine again and talk to smiling, happy people.

Surprisingly, I didn't have any major breakdowns, outside of the funeral, and I willingly got back on the airplane to leave.  After all, our little people were waiting for us! But when we walked through the terminal at Midway, I felt like a visitor.

I know if I spend the next decade in Illinois, it will feel like home.  We will establish relationships and routines, routes and places will become familiar.  I have uprooted my life three times to move somewhere completely new, I know there is definitely an adjustment period and I am in the thick of it.  I WANT to be happy in Illinois.  I WANT to give life here a fair chance.  But I am struggling.  Struggling to "be here now".  Struggling to let go of the past.  Struggling with a longing to go home.

L

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Oh boy, oh boy....oh BOY

January 2017

My dad has this saying, "You have one boy, you have a boy.  You have two boys, you have half a boy.  You have three boys, you have no boys at all."

I used to think this saying was funny, now it drives me nuts.  But we are about to figure out if this theory of his is true because Baby V #3 is a BOY.

Early in my pregnancy, I would have sworn this baby was a girl.  I just felt like it was a girl.  There were certain things in the beginning that were or seemed different from the other two.  A bit more hormonal, less hair loss but in retrospect this pregnancy has been pretty similar to the previous ones.  Which, hey, I can't complain because they have all been pretty easy pregnancies.

But I just had this feeling.  Surprise pregnancy...it just had to be a girl.

So when I got the call with the results of my Panorama test at 13 weeks (purpose of this test is to test the baby's genetics and possible chromosomal defects but you can also find out the sex much earlier) and they said "You're having a boy!" I was shocked.

And then I got mad.  Really fucking mad.

I'm not proud of my reaction but that is exactly what it was, a reaction.

I cried.  A lot. I awoke in the middle of the night just sobbing.  I was mad, heartbroken and then mad at myself for feeling that way.

The next day, the anger subsided and I was just sad.  I had to let go the daughter I would never have and all of the things we would never do together.  I had to accept the fact that the mother/daughter relationship is just one that I would never fully understand and I was destined to be a "boy mom."

When I found out Leo was a boy, I was disappointed (and sad and mad) but now, my goodness, I couldn't image not having that boy in my life for a second.  I love my boys.  I wouldn't want it any other way.   And that is what finally got me out of my funk.  I KNOW that there will come a day when I look at this boy and I realize I wouldn't want any other child but him.  He was/is meant to be in my life.

There will probably always be a little bit of sadness in my heart, a longing for that relationship with a daughter but I have learned to let those feelings in and accept them.

I think the only thing that really bothers me and always will is this fear that someday my boys will leave me and never look  back.  Someone once said to us after Leo was born, "Oh, you will have to try for a girl because boys never come home for holidays.  They always go to their wives' families."  Awesome.  Thanks, dick.

After that conversation, I started making Jack promise me that he would come home for Christmas every other year.  He was three at the time.  Future Jack, don't let your mom down.

But there is this piece of me, the nagging voice that makes me look at life realistically and I know, I know when they become men they will find partners to share their life with.  Men whose loyalty and priorities shift towards their partners. As it should be!  But I honestly don't know where that will leave me.  (The third boy is still in my belly, unnamed, and I am sobbing at this realization. I can feel my heart breaking as I write these words because I know someday this will be my reality.)

The fear of losing my boys to their own lives, being left and forgotten after dedicating so much of my lives to them, is why I will always regret not having a daughter.  And I know that having a daughter doesn't necessarily mean that I would be guaranteed to have a close relationship with her,  I just feel that my odds would be better to have someone home for the holidays.

I suppose I can only hope that during the time I have them with me,  I will have cemented a strong enough relationships with each boy and they won't forget their mama.

L


Monday, July 3, 2017

Didn't See That Coming

On November 20, 2016, we found out I was pregnant.  It was, to put it mildly, unexpected.

We had been going back and forth on a third baby since Leo was a baby.  On occasion, I would have a really strong feeling that our family wasn't complete.  Was this chapter in my life closed?  I would never get to experience pregnancy again?  Never again would we watch another one of our babies grow and become their own person?

And then shit would hit the fan with either one or both of the kids we already had and I would say to myself "You're fucking nuts!  You don't need another baby, you can barely handle the two you already have!!!"

This internal battle went on for years.

And then suddenly life became a little easier.

Travel was easier.  We didn't have to pack to so much extra little crap.  They could share a room.  Airplanes were a little less awful.

Leo was almost out of diapers.  Life with no diapers, really?!

Jack was in full time school.  Leo was in half day.  I had 2.5 hours to myself EVERY DAY!

Justin was done.

Every day we inched a little further from our "baby days" and our boys became a little more independent.  Life was still challenging but in a different way.

And then November rolled around.

I had had a little "scare" during our vacation in Tybee over the summer so I just assumed for the first few days it was the same thing.  I was a week late when we left for our vacation to Florida.  J noticed I was a little quiet at the airport and I finally told him.  In my mind, there was NO way I could possibly be pregnant but if I wasn't pregnant then something else was wrong.  Either way, I started to freak out.  So on day 11, I pulled the trigger.

I told J I took a test.  I couldn't look at it myself.  He brought it in to me with a smile and "It's gonna be great!"

Huh?

No way.  There is NO possible way.

But there it was....


Well shit.....didn't see that coming.

L


Saturday, July 1, 2017

#illinoisorbust

Fall 2016

Right before we left for our vacation in Savanah, we made a quick stop in Illinois to start looking for houses with my dad.  At the end of the first day, after looking at almost 20 houses, our last stop was a tiny village called Indian Head Park.  I fell in love with the neighborhood as soon as we drove in and when we stopped in front of the house on Thunderbird, I got out of the car and said "This is it."  I was just overwhelmed and frustrated after a long day but I was right, that house turned out to be the one.

It had recently been completely remodeled by an investor and they did an amazing job. I couldn't have asked for anything more.  We put an offer in on it the next day and after a bit of back and forth, it was ours.


When we closed a month later, the movers quickly unloaded the truck and I was left with the task of unpacking once again.  The house was basically brand new and there wasn't anything I needed to change.  But the big downfall was that we needed window treatments throughout the house and all of the closet were just empty spaces, not even a bar to hang clothes up. I began interviewing vendors immediately and window treatments and custom closets were ordered within the first few weeks.

It took a month to get the windows covered and a few more weeks to get the closets done.  You don't realize how much shit you store in a closet until you have to live out of suitcases and boxes for 7 weeks!  It was a very happy day for me when I could finally breakdown the eight wardrobe boxes that lined my bedroom walls.

Our family no longer lived in Colorado but J's job was still there.  Three days after we moved in, he flew back to Colorado for the week to work.  That was the hardest week on me.  I was a so overwhelmed and by the end of the week I locked myself in the bathroom, laid on the floor and cried.  I was alone in a completely unfamiliar place with my two wild boys and a three legged dog that desperately needed surgery for an ACL that tore two weeks before our move.  Having the house in boxes and in utter chaos sent my stress and anxiety over the edge.  And not having J  to offer me some relief and adult interaction at the end of the day made me depleted and depressed.


J's cross country commute went on this way until October.  He was either gone all or part of the week but he was gone every week.  I felt terrible for him.  He wasn't able to start to let go of Colorado because half of his life was still there.  He isn't a man of many words when it comes to his emotions but I do genuially believe it is hard for him to be away from us and by the end of his limbo I think he was worn down and feeling isolated.

I realized during this time how much I rely on J.  I spend a lot of time alone with our boys so I'm always "on" and keeping it together (the best I can) for them but when he is around I don't have to be so in control, I can let go.  I know that I have someone that will be there for ME while I try to keep it together for everyone else.  Our time spent apart during those few months really opened my eyes to this part of our relationship.  And instead of building a wall of resentment as I would have in prior years of our marriage, we kept our lines of communication open.  I know that we still have hard years ahead of us but in this brief time in our story I am proud of us for not falling into bad habits and be able to make it through a stressful blip together.


It felt like as soon as we arrived in Illinois, we didn't stop going until after the holidays.

Jack started Kindergarten in August!  He was SO excited and made the transition effortlessly.


We discovered our neighborhood was a good mix of older couples who had been there 20+ years and raised their families and new, younger families had started to move in to replace the ones who were ready to downsize.  The families we met were all very welcoming and I started a Bunco group for the ladies as a way to start building new friendships.

The first 4-5 months in Illinois absolutely flew by.  Apparently, it was an unseasonably warm fall and we soaked up our new life as much as possible.





Family vacation to Florida over Thanksgiving...more on that later!

And our first Christmas season in Illinois. Opa joined us on the Polar Express to kick off the holiday week.   We did the usual bouncing between the three families but it was nice to not have to fly back for it.  We had our own car and after 3-4 days we were able to head back to our own home to decompress.


Needless to say, we were busy!  I wouldn't allow myself to even think about Colorado during those months. Life was different but not all bad.

Lindsey


Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Long Good Bye

Spring 2016 (Settle in, it's a long one.)


Selling a house is really just a horrible, terrible, soul sucking experience and this was our third house in four years on the market.  I couldn't believe we were going through this again.


Prairie Meadow Dr. hit the market in April 2016.  Since it was only a year old, there really wasn't much I needed to do to prepare it for market except declutter.  Every time we move, I get rid of more crap...I love it!

My goal was to make it to Illinois before the Fall 2016 school year started.  It was really important for me that Jack start Kindergarten at the same time as his peers.

Our realtor was very optimistic the house would be under contract within the week.  I said three weeks.  It took 11.

Upon reflection, two and half months isn't bad, I just wasn't mentally prepared for it to take that long.

I knew our time in Colorado was limited and I was determined to make the most of the time left.  I made a bucket list of all the things I wanted to do with the boys.  Our date nights became a walk down memory lane.  Each time we would visit an area of the metro area we had lived, places we had frequented and homes we had shared.

In the spring/summer of 2016 we did a lot of traveling.  Fortunately, I love traveling with my boys.  The memories we make are worth the headache of traveling with children    In addition to three trips back to Illinois, we went on all the adventures outlined below.  Yes, it is generally exhausting.  Packing for four people requires a lot time and consideration on my part and most of the time I feel like I need a vacation after our "vacation."  However, as the boys have gotten older it HAS gotten easier and I know it will continue to do so.

For Mother's Day, we spent the weekend at Devil's Thumb Ranch in Tabernash.  We stayed in a cabin and it was the first time we had the boys sleep together...much to my surprise it was a success.  The weather was less than perfection but we stayed warm in their hot tub while the snow fell around us and followed it with a "refreshing" dip in the outdoor-semi heated pool.  We went for a few little hikes and just enjoyed the slow pace.  I cherish the time we get to spend in the mountains.




Saying goodbye to the boys' school was really hard...on me.  I had been so fortunate to find MCHD and the four years Jack was there were awesome.  The teachers were wonderful and truly loved and cared about our boys.  When we were having hard times at home with Jack, they reassured me that he was thriving at school and his dickish behavior was saved for me at home...which was a relief!  We all made some really good friends within our school community and our last day brought many tears...from me.


One of my bucket list items was a long overdue visit to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs.  We decided to make a weekend of it and stayed at Cheyenne Mountain Resort.  The zoo itself was awesome.  By far the coolest part was the giraffe exhibit which they are known for.  I think I may have enjoyed it more than the boys! The zoo winds its way up and then down the side of a mountain and you can finish the day with a chair lift ride over the whole zoo.  It was a long day but definitely a weekend I hope to repeat someday.


I dread when the school year ends and I know the boys will be home full time but by the end of the summer we have found our groove and I am sad to see a new year begin.  This summer I wanted to do our favorites, the zoo and science museum, but we also branched out.  A few of my favorites were taking the new train system, the Light Rail, from our neighborhood to downtown.  One of my favorite spots in Denver is Union Station and in the summer they have fountains out front for the kids to play in.  So we brought towels and a change of clothes and let them go nuts.  

We also went to the Denver Botanical Garden.  Which I now wish we would have visited more often.  They were hosting Chihuly Glass exhibit around the gardens and it was really beautiful.  The boys found a giant hill and rolled down the whole thing, repeatedly.  Long ago, I let go of trying to dress them nicely or in expensive clothes.  They are rough and they are messy.  They are they very definition of little boys. 


Fourth of July, we did something we haven't done in a very long time and something we had never even attempted before with our kids....we went camping.  I did a lot of camping in Central Illinois and mountain camping is very different.  The threat of large wild animals is very real and it gets cold, especially at night.  But man, it's beautiful.  The boys did awesome.  Leo and I ended up sleeping on the ground most of the first night due to an unforeseen hole in our aero bed, J's beloved sleeping bag met a surprising and unfortunate demise, we were hit with some rain and by the end of the trip the boys were out of clean, dry clothes but overall I'd say it was a success.  Camping is one of those experience that you need to go in with need zero expectations and just roll with the punches.




The week after our house went under contract, we left for vacation in Georgia.  While the idea of having a regular vacation spot is appealing, I love trying new places for our family trips.  I had always wanted to visit Savannah but also knew that it was better for the boys if we were on the beach.  Fortunately, just outside of Savannah, there are several little islands. We settled on Tybee Island.  The Blair family joined us for part of the week and my mother in law and her sister came for a few days as well.  

Savannah was a beautiful town.  The moss covered trees and parks were not like anything I'd ever seen.  It was very much the old, Southern charm you see in the movies.  Tybee on the other hand was your run of the mill tourist town and while I enjoyed our time spent there, it's not somewhere I'd return to.  Nonetheless, a vacation together is time and money well spent.

I recently found this note on my phone that I had written our last day there:

This is what I want.  For one week of the year.  To buy junk food, over indulge my children and watch them play...free and unfiltered and wild on the beach for hours on end.  My skin at the end of the day is covered in a salty film.  My body tired from the air and sun and cocktails.  My heart, full.  Bursting actually.
As the sun sets behind us and the people slowly clear from the beach, we continue to play.
Their energy seems endless but I know as soon as we set off their little bodies will crash and burn.  I love the quiet moments before the inevitable battle. But their pure joy makes it worth it and I feel alive and at peace.






I love going to baseball games...the energy, the atmosphere, it's always exciting.  We have been going to Rockies games since I moved to Denver after a few years I knew that my heart and life would always be in Colorado so I hung up my Cubs gear and put on purple.  We were so fortunate that J's company was part owner of the Rockies and therefore always had incredible seats right behind the dugouts.  

This was the first time we had taken both boys to a game and we were fortunate enough to get tickets to one of the games that fell near the Fourth of July.  The Rockies lost but we had front row seats to one of the most spectacular fireworks shows I have ever seen.  I, of course, cried.  It was such a great experience and made my heart swell for my adopted city.



Saying goodbye is hard and we did it a lot.  I wish I would have been better at getting pictures with everyone but chances are I was crying and didn't even think about it.  But we did get to spend one more wonderful day with two great friends and their families.  I met Jen and Lisa when we were all pregnant with our first babies.  Between the three of us, there were eight new little people and they all got along so well.  I cherish our time with these families.  

And of course, we couldn't leave Denver without Jack saying goodbye to his first best friend.  Jack and Trenton had been at MCHD together since the beginning.  These two meatball were like to storms colliding.  They were both wild and had big personalities and often times our playdates would explode after 45 minutes because of butting heads.  But they loved each other.  


On July 15, the semi pulled up in front of our house the packing commenced.  We/I lucked out on this move, as everything was being paid for by J's company...right down to the packing.  I, alone, had packed every move we had made in the last 11 years so it was weird to have someone else pack up our belongings but I quickly let go of the reigns and enjoyed the reprieve.  It only took them two full days and then they drove off with all of the "things" that make up our life.






We signed our side of the closing docs a day early and hit the road in the afternoon of July 18 and arrived in Illinois late the next day.

When I moved to Colorado, I drove myself (and my future mother in law) out in a UHaul pulling my car behind.  I was 21 years old.  I had no clue who I was or where my life was going.  I was scared.  I was excited.  I was crazy. I was brave.  But it is a choice I will never regret.  I am so much better for the time I spent there.



It was almost exactly 11 years later when, with a UHaul in tow, my time in Colorado came to a close. I was scared.  I was excited. I felt crazy.  And with my car full of people I didn't have when I moved out, I knew I could be brave as long as we were together.


(My Colorado farewell on Facebook.)


Yesterday, I said good bye to my life in Colorado. 
When I drove my Uhaul out 11 years ago I didn't know who I was or where my life was going. But through the years, I fell in love, graduated college, got married, welcomed my babies, made endless memories and met some great friends. I may have been born and raised in Illinois but I grew up in Colorado. 
I know this next chapter is going to be a great opportunity for J and our family but it's going to be a challenge for a while. However, these are the things in life that make us stronger, better...and I'm up for the challenge as long as I have my three boys by my side.
My heart will always be deeply rooted in Colorado and I want to say thank you to all of the people that played a roll in my time there. You have all taught me something over the years and I am forever grateful. 
Wish us luck as we finish our road trip today! #illinoisbound #neversaynever





 Lindsey 


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Never Say Never

January 2016

We were all settled into our house on Prairie Meadow.  We loved the house, we loved our new neighborhood, I finally felt like "yeah, we could be here for a while."  And then the unexpected happened.

We had known for a while that J's company was merging with a company based out of Chicago called Wirtz Beverage.  1/1/16 was the official date. They immediately started to rebuild the two companies into one.

J was the CFO of his company but that roll was being developed into something else.  He was offered a new roll/title, VP of Finance West.....or VP of Finance Midwest.  The West position would keep us in Colorado while the Midwest roll would require us to move to Chicago.  It was exciting and terrifying all at once.

The decision weighed so heavily on both of us.

On one hand, we were from Illinois.  Our families were still there.  I would bring the boys back to Illinois 3 or 4 times a year and I always loved giving them a taste of the Midwest and small town life.  J and I both grew up near our families and we both have fond memories of having those people in our childhoods, by accepting the new role we could allow our children the same opportunity.

But at the end of the day, Colorado was now home.  I had been there 11 years, J 12.  Our entire story had been written there...love, marriage, babies, familiarity, comfort, friends, happiness.  The culture and environment of Colorado had changed me and how I view the world so great, I wanted my children to be nurtured in that way as well.  I said I would NEVER leave and the last place I would ever go back to would be Illinois.

But here we were, making the choice we never thought we would have to make.

I decided to take the emotional piece out of the equation and make it strictly about business.  From a career prospective for J, what was the best decision?

As CFO in Colorado, J had hit the ceiling.  We always knew if he was going to keep moving forward in his career with the same company that would mean a choice down the road...do we stay or do we go.  We always thought the "go" would lead us to the east coast.  Neither of us wanted that.

As I said, Wirtz was based out of Chicago which meant all of their excutives would be staying in Illinois.  So by taking the Midwest roll that might allow J to keep moving forward in the company while avoiding a move out east.

In addition, moving to the Chicago office would put J face to face with the Wirtz executives.  He had already made a name for himself within Charmer but now he would be able to develop a relationship with the new half of the company.  In my opinion, this would present challenges that would allow him to professionally grow exponentially.

Staying in Colorado would mean a new roll, new responsibilities but no change in working relationships.  Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.  He was extremely happy with the company and had cultivated very close relationships with his coworkers.

After weeks of contemplating what would be the best career decision, it was clear to me what we had to do.

J accepted the Midwest position in March 2016.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Happy 5th Birthday, Jack

(Written April 2016)

Dear Jack (Jackers, Jackie, Jackie-Cakes)

Happy 5th birthday, sweet boy!  First and foremost, I want to tell you how proud I am of you.  I try to tell you this often but just in case you forget...you are a wonderful person.  Obviously, I'm a little biased but somedays you even amaze me with your kind heart.



This morning I got up early to hop in the shower so I could go to your birthday celebration at school. A few minutes later, the shower door popped open and there you stood, full dressed for school (albeit your shirt was on backwards!) and a huge smile on your face.  You KNEW today was the day you've been waiting for and you were ready!


You are a social being (which thrills your more introverted parents) and over the last year and half you have been put in many situations offering opportunities to make new friends and you have exceed my hopes.  So much so that I actually have to limit how often you knock on neighbors doors because you would do it every single day.  Being an only child myself, it sometimes baffles me why you can't just play by yourself but I now realize that's just who you are being around others is what makes you tick.

You have been at your school for 4 years and next year you will move onto a new school with new friends.  Over the past 6 months your teachers have been telling me stories about what a great leader you are and how you are alway so patient and compassionate with the younger kids.  God, I hope this never changes.  My favorite story has been, on your "full day school" days you will sometimes help the teachers sing and rub the backs of the little ones who nap at school.  Melted my heart and made me tear up.


I know, next year, it will be sad to say goodbye to the great friends and teachers that have helped you become who you are today.  While I'm nervous for you because this was hard for me, I know in my heart that you will do awesome in kindergarten.

You learned to ride your bike, write you name and have started the process of learning to read.  A sippy cup of milk in one hand and your manhood in the other is STILL your security blanket.  It actually makes me sad to think that you will probably be giving up your "sippy" cups this year but I know that someday your wife will complain about you sitting on the couch with your hand down your pants so that brings me comfort.  Much to my chagrin, you are obsessed with the iPad.  Every day that's the first thing you do when you get home from school and every day you slyly come to me asking if you can get a new game.  You are totally a gamer!  You even introduced Opa and Daddy to new games that they like to play.  And every day, I take it away and tell you to go use your brain. XO.

For me, the most exciting change over the past year has been watching you become an INCREDIBLE big brother.  I often have people ask me how you and Leo get along and I say with pride "Actually, pretty great!!!"  Granted, there are times where neither of you has patience for the other, that's to be expected.  But, God, watching you two together is the greatest gift ever (I'm actually crying now thinking about it...you boys have made me so weepy!)  You help him with his shoes or getting a snack, when he's upset or hurt you hug him and ask in a sweet baby talk voice "What's wrong? It's ok Baby-Boo!"







When you are at full day school, Leo will walk around the house asking, "Where's Jackie?" and whenever you have friends over he will follow you around for hours. At this stage in life, Leo is your satellite but you handle him so gently (except when you two are wrestling like wild animals!).  He looks up to you so much and I hope, so desperately, that you two will always find comfort and friendship with each other.


Who are your best friends at school- Trenton, Emilie and Ella
Favorite color- Dark, dark black (a few months ago it was dark brown...weird, I know!)
What are you going to be when you grow up-  Scientist
What do you love to do with Dad- bowling

What do you love to do with Mom- go to the pool
What do you like best about school- I get to, like, have a snack.
What do you like best about yourself- playing and using my brain
What is your favorite food-shell noodles
Favorite toy- my cement mixer and stinky truck
Favorite show- Dino-trux
I am the best at- drawing
Favorite animal- elephant, hippos, giraffe
Favorite book- Jungle Book
Favorite song- Like the Ceiling Can't Hold Us
Where do you want to visit someday- the beach
Favorite thing to do with brother- wrestle and play
Are you going to get married someday- Yes, a new girl
What makes you nervous- cracking my head open (?----which turned out to be VERY serendipitous as just a short time later you indeed did end up cracking your head open)
What age do you look forward to and why? 6 because it's so old
What makes you happy- the sunshine







Jack...I love you.

Mom

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

#casadevoigts

April 23, 2015

On March 20, 2015, we closed on Prairie Meadow Dr.  The whole building process went over much smoother than we could have anticipated.  It was fun to make all of the interior selection for the house and our builder was really easy to work with.

It was the actual closing that was an absolute nightmare and was pretty much the cherry on top of a really long, stressful journey.  I have been trying to recall the exact timeline of our two days of "closing hell" but my mind seems to have repressed the details.

The closing of our previous two houses were fairly uneventful so we assumed this one would go off without a hitch as well....HA the universe had different plans.  In a nutshell, our closing was delayed three times and then cancelled twice over the course of two days.  In the meantime, we had packed up the apartment so we headed to a hotel.  We had to cancel our movers twice and reschedule all of the installation appointments that we had scheduled weeks in advance.

When closing was cancelled on the second day, I lost it.  All of the stress of the last 15 months pushed me off a cliff. I was frustrated, angry, overwhelmed and completely helpless.  We had waited for this day for soooooooooooo long.  This was a hard lesson in "best laid plans..." and the fact that you really don't have control over much, if anything, in life.

When we finally got to sit at the closing table, the situation didn't get any better.  What normally takes 45 minutes to an hour took us over 3 hours.  But at last we finally had the keys to our castle in hand.  We rushed "home" to let in our movers who had been waiting hours for us and began the long process of unpacking.
(Finally, in our new{est} home!)

Over the next several days, we were able to get all of our installations completed (window treatments, sound system, TVs hung, etc.), bedrooms set up and unpacking all of the stuff we had managed to live without for 9 months.  Makes you realize how little you really need in life!

Our house was the first completed on our block and entire street.  In fact the day we closed was the day they broke ground on the house next door!  Our lot was only 5,000 sq ft.  The backyard was tiny (which we loved) and the houses were right on top of each other (ended up not loving this so much). We didn't have any landscaping for almost 3 months and living in a construction zone was a challenge but we survived, we were finally home.
(Living in a construction zone was fun for the boys.)

          (Construction begins on our neighbors house.)
           



Willow Park East was the newest subsection of Stapleton (a neighborhood in NW Denver) and since we were one of the first people to move in, it was so exciting to see it take shape.  The pace of the construction and development of parks and pathways was incredible.




Looking back, I have to say it was all worth it. The hard times in life are the ones that give you an opportunity to make yourself better, a chance to really look within and find a new strength in yourself.  The stress put us back in bi-weekly sessions with our beloved therapist, Anne G (What?! You don't have a marriage counselor? Oh, you really should!), but we came through with a new sense of ourselves and each other.  Eight months after moving in, our marriage was stronger than it had ever been.

The neighborhood was full of young families, with children close to our kids ages.  Neither J nor myself are super outgoing people but it was easy for us to meet likeminded people and develop friendships.  We had finally found our niche.  We were happy.

(Finished product, landscaping and all.)
(Our view.)

 (Our teny, tiny backyard.)
 (Customized kitchen, with an awesome 9' island.)

 (Open concept, first floor.)


Lindsey