The Quiet Life of Violet

Catching Up: 1,300 Things To Be Thankful For.

 

Hello, Thankfuls!

It's been a WHILE since I updated this series. Whew!

I could be all crappy and blame it on not "having time" or having had surgery or colds or whatever, but I'm gunna be real and let you all know that it's been on the back burner because because I've been busy enjoying my quiet

life. Dustin and I have become ADDICTED to Battlestar Galactica and we spend our evenings, after Roman's gone down, watching Starbuck blast the shit out of the toasters. After our episode ( Or two. Or three.), I either fart around a bit on my sweet iPad, stuff baby diapers or fall asleep on the couch. I swear, the older he gets, the more worn out I am come each day's end. I love it, though. I absolutely LOVE the life that we have. Throw in a scoop or two of Trader Joe's chocolate coconut ice cream and maybe a bit of smoochin' on my man and I have just been as happy as a clam. Eeeeeee!

Little things that need to be done and weigh on my heart sit in my brain and slowly peck at me until

I move my tooshie and make the time to satisfy the call. This series is one of them. Granted, A month or so ago, I DID go into my 1,300 Things folder in my email and try to pump out setting up the rest of the posts, but I discovered that a handful of the people that agreed to take part in the series never sent me their lists. Which sucks. But, in the spirit of getting shit done and enjoying my quiet life, I'm going to finish posting the lists that I actually have and be done with it.
 

I want my series back.

Does that sound selfish? Eeek. That wasn't my intention. I loved reading what others were thankful for, seeing pictures from all around the world and peeing into other people's lives, but I want to share little things with you guys each week that I'm thankful for like I did the first year of the series.

 

With this little guy turing one in 22 days, the completion of the surgery that will allow me to walk (I go in on thursday) and a possible second baby in the works by summer's end, I know that I will have more than things to share with you guys.

I love my quiet life, damn it!

xo,

Waves Frantically!

 

I keep swearing to myself that I'm going to post today. Today will be the day. Gosh, nothing like breaking your own goals all in the name of sleep!

In my defense, I'm still healing from my surgery (doing just great), plus im still getting over the cold from hell (or was it a flu?) and now Dustin is fighting it, too. Well, he got it, no doubt about that, but he's recovering. I loaded him up with alkaseltzer cold&flu and zinc drops, plus vitamins and lots of water and rest and he seems to be doing a lot better. Better than I was! I'm blaming it on his having two lungs and me only half that.

On top of the surgery and family cold, sweet Squid is teething hard core. As in, for the past three nights I've been having to get up every two hours and change/feed/comfort him. It's been a while since he was a newborn, so my body is NOT liking the whole lack of deep-sleep thing. Even if I'm getting enough hours total, being disrupted all damn night long has been hard on a recovering cold/flu lady with one lung. I swear to gosh I sound like. 72 year old man with emphysema. Okay, maybe not THAT bad and it IS getting better, but I'm so self conscious of my coughing out in public. I don't know why, though. Everyone stares at the one-legged chick in a wheelchair pushing a stroller with a pretty little baby anyways.

So, yeah. Still alive 'round these parts, just trying to hold on to my sanity and no force myself to stay up too late. A grouchy Momma/Wife is scary as hell. I'm using (and have been LOVING) my super freaking rad iPad to post this via the Blogsy app ($4.99 at the app store and worth all 499 pennies) -- check it out if you're a Typepad user, as the Typad app BLOWS. It blows harder than my nose this past week and a half. Har-har-har. Snot jokes. Real mature, woman. (Yup, I like to talk to myself. Word.)

I'll be back with pictures from my friend's beautiful wedding, soon. I DayQuil-ed it up, packed more tissues than a 13 year old with a loose topped prom dress and apologized to everyone around me for my gross snot snorting and blowing and emphasyma-man hack coughs. I did get to see my friend get married, though. It was worth the exhaustion the next day.

All right, now I'm rambling.

Thanks for checking back in!

Lots of love,

Violet

 

It's a Pug Life

I wrote a big long post on my awesome new iPad about my first Mother's Day, but my iPad ate it. So, you will get the abridged version: lunch and an art faire with mom and sister + my first boba pearl experience, a sweet basket from my in-laws with goodies and plants, the iPad I've been longing for from my boys, a cold from some jerk who went out sick to see The Avengers and my awesome in-laws coming to the rescue and driving out to stay over and take care of Roman and I while Dustin has to work. The sweet rescuing is the best and most appreciated gift that I got, followed closely by my new Apple gadget.

This cold sucks. As in, I don't remember most of Sunday morning because I was feverish and in and out of asleep. So, instead of posting pictures of my gross chapped nose and grey-skin, I'm going to leave you with a picture of my sister and the six dogs that live at my Mom's house. Three pugs, two doxies and a terrier from hell.

Enjoy!

Xo,
Violet

And Now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   Last year 

  around this time:   

 

  

And now:

 

Oh motherhood.

Wouldn't change a thing!

Healing, Slowly.

The past week has been about healing, mending, relaxing, chatting, loving, sipping, soaping, snipping, laughing and living.

 

Dustin's Mom, has been here since my surgery and she's been AMAZING. As in, my house and boy and everything that I usually am in charge of is taken care of, plus I am taken care of. I'm fed and watered and cared for. It blows my mind. Some people complain about their In-Laws, but I am incredibly blessed to have a pair that treat me like I am one of their own. That take care of me as good as my own sweet parents do. Roman has been loving spending time with Grammy Clark, too! grammy Clark loves to crochet and Ro is IN-LOVE with yarn and granny squares. Teehee!

Last Wednesday, I stopped taking my pain meds and switched to Tylenol only as needed.  I haven't  had anything for a few days and I'm just using ice packs here and there to soothe a tiny bit of pain when I ache. I'm  so (SOSOSOSOSOSO) glad to be up off the couch.

I didn't realize how many chemo/surgery memories would come flooding back while I was couch/bed bound. Gosh damn, I don't ever want to be sick again. With every cell in my whole  body, I want to keep the word "cancer" out of my life for good. I know that this surgery (and the next!) are for a GREAT reason and walking again will open up many, many doors in my family's future, but the hospital and the surgeries and the I.V.s and pain pills and bandages and restless-couch-bound-healing stirs up feelings inside of me that sadden my soul. Even when I had Roman and had to stay in the hospital for a few days, just BEING there made me feel a bit flinch-y. Like a dog who has been beat. Half of the time, I'm not quite convinced that some random Oncologist isn't going to burst in the door, demand to see my bandage and tell me that I've got cancer again and it's over. That it's all over.

 

*deep breath*

But it's not over. After my next surgery (in three weeks) to shorten my little leg, a new life will, yet again, be starting once more.

Keeping Momma Company

I'm attempting to get on my laptop tonight! Wish me no-pukes! I'm looking at the keyboard a lot and hoping that whatever was causing me to feel so gross while looking at the screen has passed. Screen-induced nausea is SO no bueno for a blogger and lady who lives a big chunk of her life online.

(/end first world problem whine)

 

I wanted to share a video of my sweet little Ro-Boat. I took this yesterday (Friday), while he was hanging out with me for a bit on my place of honor and healing, the couch.

 

 

 

How the hell did I make something this freaking cute?