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[18 Mar 2009|08:32pm] |
Just thought I'd pop in and say hello. Life here is swell, the kids are growing big and strong and keeping me on my toes. And Adriaan is adorable as ever.
I'm always thinking about you guys! I miss you all and the fabulous LJ community. I hope you all are doing wonderfully well.
xx
Willow
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[17 Jul 2008|12:05am] |
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So wonderful to hear from y'all!! Because some have asked, here are a few pics I snapped this evening...
Mr. Phineas, 1.5 years
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So. Anyone have any stories they'd like to recommend?
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| HOLY CRAP. |
[16 Jul 2008|01:30pm] |
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So I've been away for a long time. I've missed a lot. And I've missed you all - and this fabulous community - immensely.
And as soon as I saw this audition ad, I knew I had to link it here...
Spider-Man A New Broadway Musical
Directed by Julie Taymor.
Lyrics by Bono and The Edge.
This is CRACK.
Who the HELL thought of this?
Who the HELL was in this board meeting?
What the HELL is the plot?
Will there be a complicated crossover between Harry and Peter?
Who will see this with me?!?!?!?!
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| A Teensy Family Album |
[02 Oct 2007|02:16pm] |
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It's so lovely to hear from y'all. I'm still commenting - mostly stealing time when the kiddos are sleeping. Thanks so much for not giving up on me.
Because a few of you have asked...here is a teensy family album. Phineas and Ethan are ridiculously big, it's kinda scary - in a good way.
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| What's UP? |
[30 Sep 2007|11:02am] |
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I've been running around in my PJs - washing dishes, doing laundry, washing diapers, vacuuming...
...and then checked my email, and saw a nudge from Tara. And I felt that nudge.
So. HI EVERYONE! How are HELL are you? I've missed you all more than you know. I wish there was a way to catch up, even a little bit.
Oooh. Maybe there is.
I'll tell y'all one thing that I've done in the last few months - and if you feel like commenting with one or two or ten things that you've done, go for it!
For me...
I made cheddar cheese. Don't ask me how it came out, though. I won't know for 4-6 months. But it looks very cool, all waxed up and shiny.
YOU?
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| Thank you! |
[02 May 2007|10:50am] |
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I just flipped on my computer to many, many thoughtful emails. Thank you for your warm birthday wishes.
I'm sorry if I've caused concern. I really didn't mean to abandon LJ. I just got swept up in my new life (working-mom-of-two) and trying to figure out how to balance it all.
Life is wonderful, peaceful, frenetic and absolutely non-stop. Phineas is HUGE. Ethan is HUGE-ER. And my boobs...well. Don't get me started.
I miss you all. I promise to try to write and read and catch-up more often. That's my plan for this summer.
In the meantime, THANK YOU for not giving up on me.
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| HE'S HOME!!! |
[06 Feb 2007|08:30am] |
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He's home! He's home!
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Thank you all for your support, prayers and warm wishes. They truly helped. Finny's been home for a week (I've been quiet because, well, I've been nervous) and already he's gained approx 3/4 of a pound. The same amount of weight he gained after four weeks in the hospital. Which goes to show...home is where he should be.
Life is very, very cool.
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| More Finny pictures |
[10 Jan 2007|08:21pm] |
Just wanted to send along new pictures of Finny. He had a couple of apnea spells this morning (oy), but then had a quiet afternoon. The new theory is that he might have reflux (which Ethan had as a preemie). If that's the case, either he'll grow out of it (as Ethan did) or he'll require medication. I'm hoping he just grows out of it.
Sleeping Beauty
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Love to all of you. Thanks again for your support.
XOXOXO
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| Follow-up Post re: Phineas |
[10 Jan 2007|10:56am] |
I apologize for not replying to your warm wishes re: Phineas' birth. It's actually been a tough week for Master Phineas - a few surprising apnea spells (when he stops breathing and his heart-rate drops), bad jaundice, lots of spitting up and bowel distention, and no interest in nursing/bottling (so he's being fed through a tube). So I've been sitting by his incubator, begging him to behave, begging him to get a little bigger and stronger. As of now, he's lost a little bit of weight, but nothing concerning. I've been pumping every three hours which the nurses feed him along with a "breast milk fortifier" for his iron and bones, but he's decided he's allergic to it, and has been spitting and crying every time they mix it in, so for the last 12 hours they've left it out.
It's tough. And looking into his incubator reminds me of looking at Ethan six years ago, which is a trigger for lots of tears. I know he's going to be fine, but I just wish it didn't have to be this way. He doesn't deserve it.
I will update my journal with new pictures soon. He's so unbelievably beautiful, it's breath-taking.
Thank you all again for your support and sweet words. I truly appreciate it.
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| Meet the newest member of our family... |
[04 Jan 2007|11:37pm] |
(REPOSTED WITH "WORKING" FINNY PICTURES)
On January 3, 2007 at 6:31PM, Phineas Asher burst into the world, pink, crying, and breathing all by himself. He was born at 33 weeks and 5 days (4 weeks beyond Ethan's due date) during a full moon. He is 4 lbs, 3 oz and measures 18 inches in length. He's feisty, sweet, very aware and has no problem stating how he feels (he's already screeched at me when trying to nurse and not getting the amount he wanted). In other words, he's perfect. He does not require the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) but rather a lesser intensive "continuing care" nursery until he grows a little bigger and learns how to suck and swallow without exhausting himself. My guess is that, if all goes well, he'll be home in 2-3 weeks.
It's amazing to not be on bed rest anymore, to not be in the hospital anymore, to not worry about his birth date anymore, to finally meet this little boy who has kept us in suspense since the middle of November when he decided to drop head-down into my pelvis and scare the crap out of all of us. But instead he hung in, waited longer than any of us expected and forced me to eat more than my share of hospital food until he deemed it time to introduce himself. At which point, I was suddenly and quite unexpectedly thrown into a mind-blowing 30 minute labor before he pushed his way into the world, faster than the doctors expected (who had just gotten me settled in Labor and Delivery and left when my cervix changed from 6-10 cm in 5 minutes flat, who were forced to run back into my room and catch Phineas - aka: the "the bullet" - before any of us had a chance to catch our breath), fast enough that Adriaan missed the entire thing. He was still on the road when Phineas was born and it only took him 34 minutes to get to the hospital.
So, without further ado... here are a few photos of Phineas (aka: the bullet), Ethan (aka: Ninja Superhero Big Brother) and family.
Love you all!
Willow
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| Bed rest and a ficlet |
[24 Nov 2006|08:32pm] |
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Happy Post-Thanksgiving to those who celebrated it! Happy Friday to one and all.
I’ve been committed to bed rest. Phineas is being far too curious about the outside world and we’re now trying to bore him into staying in me a couple months longer. So far, the plan is working. And for that reason, I wrote an original ficlet for the newest pre-member of our family. It's so nice to be writing again.
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Title: Grateful For Tiny Things
A/N: Original
Dedication: For Phineas
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| There's one life, and there's no return and no deposit... |
[18 Sep 2006|08:12pm] |
I begin this entry cautiously, almost with trepidation...
So much has happened this past summer, an alarming amount of sadness that has literally overwhelmed me. I have been without words for so long. Even now I sit here, wondering how to describe it all.
Please note: this is not a post that seeks a response. This is merely an explanation, a reply to all the wonderful emails I've received, all of you lovelies who have questioned my whereabouts, the pregnancy, my health, etc. I miss you all greatly. Yet, lately, I've been focusing on just what is right in front of me...my son and husband, my wriggling fetus...and the many who have had a tougher time than I can express in a single post.
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[19 Jul 2006|05:11pm] |
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Now at 10 weeks, things are really starting to shift...forward.
All the pregnancy websites warned me this would happen sooner than later. I just didn't realize it would happen THIS soon.
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[28 Jun 2006|10:03pm] |
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At last. A drabble! That's something, right?
Harry/Draco, 200 words, rated-R
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| Morning Sickness and Harry Potter = OTP? |
[27 Jun 2006|06:24pm] |
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#1: Who hasn't seen this article?
'Rowling hints Harry Potter might die.'
This woman is giving me a heart attack.
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#2: I've spent the last couple of days completely nauseous and trying not to pass out while getting up to speed in my new job.
A couple of interesting remedies I've found for morning sickness:
1.) Sea Bands: Seasickness bands that use accupressure to quell the nausea. I put them on both wrists last night, slept and when I woke up in the morning, I ate breakfast!!!
2.) Emetrol: An over-the-counter medication that is safe for pregnant women (though check with your physician to be sure). It's basically sugar and carbohydrates.
Anyway, just thought I should share... :)
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Right. I need to go take a walk before I talk myself out of it.
*yawn*
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| In which I blab about life. I apologize in advance. |
[22 Jun 2006|09:39am] |
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"Do what makes you happy. It doesn't have to makes sense to other people."
Warren Zevon
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"Life is either slow and sweet - or transition crashing into transition. There is no happy medium."
Willysunny
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1.) Tomorrow is my last day at the children's theatre. It's a little scary to think I might let something slip through the cracks as I hand over the reins. But I'm anxious to leave, to move on. It's been a long haul and I'm happy it's finally coming to an end.
2.) I start my new job on Monday. No break. No R&R. That's okay! I can't wait!
3.) As I head toward my seventh week, I'm experiencing the familiar woosiness and nausea. Most mornings I can be found lying on the couch, nibbling on a saltine cracker. When Ethan eventually comes downstairs, he crawls onto the couch, cuddles with me, and we moan in unison. Then we get up, get dressed, and start the day.
4.) Ethan's going through his own, unique transition. He's teary a lot, and clingy, always wanting me to carry him, to hold his hand, to stay home with him on a school day. It breaks my heart. One moment he's happy and goofy and tap dancing in the kitchen, the next he's sitting in my lap, clinging to me. I'm sure these reactions are a culmination of all the changes in our lifestyle, and I'm doing my best to hold him, rock him, kick the soccer with him, tickle him until he finally smiles. And then I need to hand him over to Adriaan so I can crawl back onto the couch and rest. I just wish my baby wasn't so sad, or that he could communicate what's making him so weepy. But the reason is probably too hard to articulate, hell it's difficult for me to articulate half the time and I'm in the throws of pregnancy. So I just keep rocking him, and making special plans with him (children's theatre, musical theatre, late night soccer, reading six stories before bedtime) and hoping he'll move through this stage.
Life.
It's a wild ride, y'know?
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