Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Favorite Status Updates of 2013

Jan:
My beautiful little angel has arrived. Took me 4 pushes and she was out and in our arms. Such a smooth easy birth and instant skin to skin bonding for almost an hour!! Amazing finish to our "having children" chapter of our lives. She is sleeping with a full tummy and I am about to nap.
Hunter's attempts at the words "Fork" and "Shirt" have come out a bit...well...pg-13. We will work on it. with Jason Oestreich.
I am 26 years old and I STILL won't stand next to my bed for any long period of time, for fear that the monsters under my bed will grab my ankles. What's wrong with me?? I have children..shouldn't I be grown out of the monster fear by now??! Lol
Feb:
You know you're a mom when you can burp a 1 month old and catch your 2 year old falling off the couch with your feet at the same time.
Hunter yelled to me from his fort "mommy come here to cuddle!!" Awwww I don't fit though buddy.
March:
I can't smile at Emma while she's nursing bc she stops eating to smile back and dribbles milk everywhere. It is stinking cute though. Hehehe.
It's so funny hearing Hunter say things that I had no idea I say all the time..like "Hmmm" whenever he looks in a cupboard, or "It's ok Emma" in a gentle tone when she cries, or "We're home!" when we pull in the drive way. He has also decided that Downton Abbey is "Mommy show." And copies my dance moves. Lol
Hunter just woke up an exclaimed over the baby monitor that he farted..and then started laughing. LOL!! That kid....
Hunter and Emma both got shots today. broke my heart when Hunter cried saying "Tickles!! Tickles!!" I was like no baby it hurts, and it's ok. He was fine in 5 mins when he saw the train in the lobby. Haha. Emma was fine in less time and back to sleep again.
When Emma is on tummy time Hunter lays beside her saying "Go Emma go!" Then when she lifts her head and turns it to the other side, we cheer for her and shower her with kisses.
Am I the only one who gets Jumanji flashbacks when I see a bee try to get into my car through the windshield??!!
Just walkin down the street with a sandwich, my Micky purse and a 40cal. NBD.
My book is officially PUBLISHED!!!!! It's a downloadable ebook on Lulu. Please share this with your friends!!
Being a mommy means getting up with child number two the second that child number one falls asleep, it's watching Cars2 18 times and still laughing at the same parts together. It's swinging around in the grad in bare feet and then immediately regretting it together as we fall sick to the ground. It's sacrificing lace bras for nursing ones, and tan lines for stretch marks. It's the constant buzz in the back of our mind when we are away from our babies, wondering if they are ok. It's repeating back to a two year old exactly what he said so he can stop saying it 500 times. It's snuggles, and "thank you mommy"s and "I yuv you" as you shut the door. I thank God I'm a mommy.. It's a tough calling, but a blessing indeed.
That awkward moment when the cashier hands back your credit card and your fingers touch... Uhm... I'm married,
April:
The other day: Hunter wasn't eating his dinner at my parents house, so I turn to see my brother knife handing my son, for non marines that means pointing his hand at Hunter and speaking sternly.. Hunter proceeds to slowly lean forward and LICK Andrew's knife hand..thereby diffusing it totally. Lol! We all cracked up.
Commonly used phrases in the Oestreich household: "Don't put Marines in your sisters crib." "I yuh you", "get your hand out of your diaper please." "*high pitched scream*" "NO!!" "Excuse me young man?!" Aaaaand last but not least "Hunter use a Kleenex, not my shirt."
My son just brought me a dandelion..but in his eyes it was a rose. His face was smiling and eager to hand it to me, so I reacted as if it were a bouquet. "Here mommy!" And I cried at his generosity and sweet spirit.
Hunter: "Damnit."
Me: "Hunter don't say that..say Oh no."
Hunter: "Oh damnit."
Me: sighhhh
Andrew came over to keep me company and the following hilarious conversation ensued..

Andrew: So I was crocheting yesterday..
(Me Cracking up) :I'm sorry...were you serious?
Andrew: Ya.
Me: (Still laughing)
Andrew: I'd appreciate it if you'd stop laughing at me.
Me: I'm sorry I'm just picturing you crocheting at the gym on the squat rack.
Andrew: Don't be ridiculous Corinne.. there's not nearly enough time in between sets. I cant finish a whole chain in that amount of time.
Me:(Laughing with my forehead on the counter and crying.) HAHAHAHAHA!
with Andrew Toasty Perera.
Hunter ran up to Jason and shot him with a squirt gun while Jason was washing dishes..Jason promptly fell to the ground "wounded" and then let hunter shoot him before stealing the water gun and shooting back from the kitchen floor. I love my family. with Jason Oestreich.
I always dread when Jason Oestreich leaves for work.. I miss him and get lonely at the house all day. As a Marine wife, I then promptly smack myself in the metaphorical face and say "It's not a deployment you civilian sounding hussy!" Lol
Sooo it was bound to happen at some point, with one of my children.. I walked into Hunters room today to find that he had reached into his poopy diaper and painted his face, arms, legs, bed, sheets, and walls with his poop. Oh. My. Dear. Lord... All I could say was "Oh my goodness..." and "DONT MOVE!!" and "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!!"
May:
Picked up some dinner tonight with the kids at the Mc Donald's drive through.. On my way home I drove past a homeless man who was sitting on the corner looking defeated. He didn't have a sign. He looked hungry, and very dirty. I got about a mile before I couldn't shake that holy spirits voice tellin me to turn around. So I did. I gave him my hot dinner and soda, said I hope God blesses him. He said "He just did." And I smiled and walked back to my car. The homeless man sat frozen, just staring at the bag I food for a minute before opening it to eat it with tears in his eyes. I have never felt so full in my life.
My son calls Blueberries "Boobies", so at the drive through today all the guy taking my order can hear is my 2 year old screaming "I want boobies!!!! More boobies!!!!" Awwwkward.
That moment when a car pulls up at a red light next to you so you roll down your window to see a Navy Officer in full uniform and he says "so what does the OFP in your bumper sticker stand for?" Uhhh "it stands for own fucking program.......sir." Lol
Hunter didn't want to open his mouth to eat dinner so I said "You better open your mouth young man or the movie goes off." So he starts yelling "Obama!! Obama!!! Obama!!" Sorry kid, president Obama is not going to rescue you from eating your dinner. (I explained recently that our Presidents Obama, Bush, Clinton etc are here to help us.. I guess he thought that meant from eating peas and carrots too.)
Me: Hunter did you put a booger in my tea??
Hunter: Mmhmm.
Me: Gross.
Hunter: (Maniacal laughter)
While watching my daughter snuggle with Jason Oestreich, I got emotional and started tearing up, to which my husband said "Hey..suppress that emotion." And hunter looked up from my lap and goes "ya mommy suppress motion!" Lol ok MEN..sorry for acting so female.
My 2 year old son just climbed onto the sofa beside me, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled my head down, kissed me on my forehead and said " I love you little mama." And then turned to watch TV with his arm still around me. Words cannot express my joy and love for that child.
I just used my moms line from when I was a kid... "The more you ask, the more the answer is going to be no." My child brain heard this and thought, oh no I better stop asking bc the quantity of the "no" is increasing!! As if it were on a quantitative spectrum. Lol I wonder if Hunter thinks that when I say it now.
June:
I am so excited!! My surrogacy packet was approved and I now begin the process of being matched with a couple. I have started my journey down the path of surrogacy!! Can't wait to bring a happy deserving couple the joy of a baby.
It's been a perfect day! Finished all the chores, stocked the kitchen with food, played in the sprinkler with Hunter and enjoyed black berries and an ice cold Pepsi.
July:
Hunter: Mommy I want a bar!! (Granola bar)
Me: Start over.
Hunter: Mommy I want a bar please.
Me: ok but I need to finish feeding Emma first.
Hunter: No!!
Me: Hunter you need to be patient.
Hunter: I tell your father!!
Me: Pretty sure my dad would agree with me Hunter. Lol
with John Perera.
Hunter was laying on the couch with his arms behind his head while I cleaned the den, I knocked the remote off the couch an hunter says "Damnit mommy you dropped the remote." I said "Excuse me??" And he sat up and said it slowly "Damnit..mommy..you dropped..the remote." Ya....the timeout chair got nice and warm.
Another gem from Hunter tonight. He was going through my purse while I was cooking dinner and yelled for him to stop, he kept going, I yelled again. He kept going so I came out to talk to him and he ran to the couch. In the middle of my "you need to stop when I ask the first time" lecture, he turns his head, closes his eyes and starts to snore. Lord have mercy, my eyes got so wide. My inner monologue sounded something like this "Oh HELL no!"
Tonight while cooking dinner, Hunter snuck around the counter and shot me with his Buzz Lightyear gun, so I grabbed the nearby squirt gun and returned fire. He died very dramatically on the couch, and then the table and then the ground followed by some twitching an a tongue sticking out. He is so my kid.
August:
That moment when three police officers clear your broken into house, and then come out and say "Well we thought your house was ransacked, but then we realized you just had kids." Thanks officer....thanks. feeling annoyed.
Tomorrow night I meet the couple from Indonesia that I will hopefully be a surrogate for!! I am nervous, excited, anxious and so emotional already. This will be quite a journey.
Today Hunter refused to listen to me while I was lecturing him, so I raised me voice. He turned his head and says very calmly "Mommy calm down. Breeeaath breaaathhh. Deep breaths." OMG I lost it, I cracked up so hard. Can you tell I say that a lot to him during his tantrums? I guess he thought I was throwing a tantrum.
My anniversary toast tonight with our complimentary moscato wine... "To Infinity and beyond!" I love that our son inspired our toast tonight. Hehe
You know a restaurant is going to be $$$ when it's so dark you can barely read the menu.. "Does that say 35$ or 85$ for the steak?" "I dunno...better order a chicken to be safe."
Hunter came into the kitchen today while Jason and I were talking, and he had a brown paper bag slung over his shoulder like a purse and he says "buh bye! I go store!" We stopped and looked and him and said "oh ya? What are you getting?" He starts listing things off "uhm..Donald's fries, Oni cheese, grabber..I take motorcycle k?" Jason and I started cracking up and he adds "keys please." And we completely lost it with laughter. It was too cute.
Just got back form the gym...uhm... I'm starving!!!!!!! I sat down to eat some mushrooms with ranch and Jason practically hurled himself across the room to knock the ranch out of my hands like Dwight in the episode of The Office with the fax from the future about the "poisoned coffee". I pretty much looked just as scared as Stanley. LOL. But really... food.
I thought Hunter rubbing his hands in my hair was sweet and endearing until I realized he was wiping his macaroni and cheese goop off on me....... #mommyproblems #isit8oclockyet feeling used.
September:
Today Hunter and I had our very first discussion about God. I asked if he knew who God was? (I am always interested in what children have to see without prompting because I believe they are still so fresh to this world that they retain some memory of life before here.) He pointed to his heart. I said "Yes, God lives in your heart, he's not a man, or a woman. He is a spirit, and loves you so much. Whenever mommy hugs you, God is hugging you. Whenever Mommy kisses you, God is kissing you. Isn't that neat?" He said "Ya! God is Daddy?" And I was floored... "Yes Hunter we call him Heavenly Father..because he sent us to earth to live and to grow. He isn't the daddy we know and see every day, he's a different daddy. We wont see God because God wants us to learn on our own, but sometimes we feel him, like the wind." He said "Oh..Ya." and then touched his heart again. I could feel the spirit with us.. "You feel God?" He smiled and laughed "Ya." I hugged him. "I talk to God?" he asked me. I said "You can talk to God whenever you want.. he will always listen to you, and understand. He wont always answer, and that's ok. But he is always there, loving you." He laughed and said "That's weird!" I said "Ya it is weird isn't it?" So amazing that I have these conversations with my son already..
October:
Both children fell asleep on the car ride home from my Parents house in their footed PJs, to a CD I played of my songs I wrote...Hunter asked me to sing so I put on the CD and sang the harmonies. They were out like lights and carried them into their beds like cuddly sacks of flannel potatoes.
Hunter: Mommy where's my nuky??
Me: I don't know, you had it last.
Hunter: Well...FIND it.
Me: Uh..no, it's your nuky you find it.
Hunter: No YOU find it!!! And don't talk back to me again!!!
Me: (The mommy look of death)
Hunter: Opps...I sorry I sorry...don't know why I said that. (Smacks forehead.)
Me: Mmmmhmmm
Jason Oestreich dip-kissed me before he left for work today...and while I was bent over backwards laughing from the kiss, Hunter walks up with his hands on his hips and says "Stop that daddy!" HAHA! Someone got a little jealous I think.
That awkward moment when you're loading the kids into the car while the gardener a stare and giggle, then realize your two year old son is wearing your neon print thong on the outside of his black jeans. "Oh my Gosh Hunter!! Stop running away..get over here!!" (Gardeners continue to giggle)
Me:Jason hunny it's time to wake up..we gotta get ready for pictures at 11.
Jason Oestreich: (obviously still asleep) That is a LOT of food.
Me: (deciding to play along) yes it is...you better eat all of it.
Jason: (points) Back to the fields woman.
Me: Ugh!! (Smack)
Jason: WHAT??? (Waking up)
(Corinne storms out..Jason confused)
November:
..and on the 8th day God created coffee, for it was obvious unto him that the people of the word after creating tiny versions of themselves would be near exhaustion from the lack of sleep during a time when teeth descend in their young. And he saw the coffee brewing, and the sighs of relief at first sip and said "It is good."
Yesterday while at LAX Airport I wished at least 3 Marines a Happy Birthday. One Marine laughed and said "I'm not in uniform, how did you know I was a Marine??" He didnt have a camo pack, or a Marine shirt on.. I just knew. I said "Sir you may not be wearing a "Uniform" but the Mantel of a Marine never leaves you.. it was pretty obvious to me." And I gave him a big smile. He said "Semper Fi mama." and kept on walking. #oneforthememorybooks
Hunter runs to me with every single boo boo big and small asking to me kiss it better. After a quick kiss he sighs and says "Thanks mom" and then continues to play. Today he asked me to kiss his elbow while I was in the middle of making breakfast, I got irritated, but quickly remembered that my son would not run to me for healing boo boo kisses forever and have him a bonus kiss on his cheek.
Me: Uh hunter get off the computer and clean your room please.
Hunter: I'm trying to do homework mom!!!
Me: oh you got a big paper due or something?
Hunter: (distracted) ya... Mom I can't concentrate!
Me: oh jeez...sorry. Well why don't you take a study break and come help me clean.
Hunter: (Heavy sigh) ok MOOOM.

Since when is my 2 1/2 year old a 16 year old high schooler with attitude???
So taking three estrogen pills a day to prepare for pregnancy makes me extremely emotional and I broke down bawling in the middle of choir practice tonight singing a song about Joseph as a father with calloused hands holding a newborn Christ. Ya...sobbing people...sobbing. Like ugly cry sobbing.
 
December:
I wasn't going to go to Church this morning bc I am NOT feeling well at all..but when I told Hunter he looked so sad and said "...oh." And heaved a sigh. Jeez kid!! So we're going and I am SITFU for my son. Lol
 
and thats all folks. :)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Today a Firefighter made Hunter's day!

After Jason and I signed my surrogacy contract this morning, we decided to run into Lucky's the grocery store to pick up a few items that I forgot to grab the last time I was there. It was right next door to the Notary so we walked over. I picked out the items we needed, and noticed out of the corner of my eye, the Firefighters from the firehouse across the street were also shopping for some food to make their dinners. I made a mental not that there was probably a Firetruck outside and that I needed to point it out to Hunter on our way to the car. We got to the check out line and the firefighters were behind us. I turned around and said "Excuse me, but are you a firefighter?" He smiled and said "Yes I am." and I said "Is your truck outside?" He said "It sure is.." and I looked at Hunter wide eyed and said "Buddy there's a firetruck outside!! We can see it as we walk by to the car ok?" After I said that the firefighter said "If you'd like, he can come over and sit in the driver's seat!" I probably would have cried if I wasn't positive he would think I was nuts. That would mean the world to Hunter!! I couldn't wait to get out there and show my little buddy the truck! Daddy took Hunter over to the truck while I unloaded the groceries and carried Emma over to meet them. Hunter, my tiny Hunter was so small up there on the driver's seat, but he had the BIGGEST smile on his face. He was literally in Heaven.



He was oblivious to us as he sat up there, that is...until the firefighter asked if Hunter wanted to try on the helmet and firecoat. Oh boy...as if it couldn't get any better!! Hunter looked like he was swimming in that jacket, but he was so happy.





He wouldn't stop talking about it all day. I don't know if that firefighter will ever realize just how much that mean to my little Hunter. Today was awesome.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Why I don't have my $h&% together..and it's perfectly ok.

Tonight I made Shepherds Pie for dinner. It looked PERFECT. I snapped a quick picture and put a filter on it to brighten it a bit, and the background was my stove. The crust of the mashed potatoes were a golden brown that would have made the spirit of my 1940's housewife Great-grandmother proud! It certainly showed nicely. (Tasted good too,) but let me tell you what you didn't see in the picture. My sink was piled high with dishes from yesterday's dinner and midnight snacks. My floor was littered with a couple potato peels that my 9 month old daughter was "practicing her small motor skills" on (as pinterest would put it.) My 2 1/2 year old son was sitting at the table eating an entire bowl of cous cous with a banana peel balanced on his head, the kitchen counter was stacked with unopened mail, don't even get me started on how long the wet clothes in the washer have been there, and I'm pretty sure the TV had been on all day. But my golly did that shepherds pie look perfect!!



Sometimes I am floored by how simplistic and perfect my life looks according to the posts I have on Facebook. You would think that my children slept peacefully through the night from 8pm-8am, and that every morning I am greeted with "Oh hello mommy!!" and a big hug. (OK that part is usually true..unless he's peed through his diaper and I have to change sheets..then it's more like "Mommy I wet!!") Facebook has allowed us the mask of perfection, and pinterest is what sends it viral. I started posting pictures of my messy house on an Instagram hashtag called #reallife, where I let everyone see the behind the scenes of those "perfect" photos. Did I just post an adorable picture of my smiling son? Yes. Did you see the puddle of spilled sippy cup milk that he was sitting in slowly drain into the recesses of my leather couch never to be seen or heard from again? No.

Confession: I do not have my proverbial $h%# together...and that's ok.

Don't get me wrong. I love pinterest with it's many recipes calling for "only 5 ingredients!" or the post about how to turn random furniture crap into chalk boards (why do I want to accidentally scratch my nails on that again?) But it's time for women to stop comparing ourselves to each other and start showing the realities. Guess what...I wont judge you for posting a picture of your playroom with dumped toys everywhere. That's what a playroom is supposed to look like!! I laugh when I go to peoples houses and they have designated special boxes for cars, and special boxes for stuffed animals, and special boxes for blocks. Really? You make your kid sit there and sort all of that? Or do you just do it for him? In the words of Sweet Brown "Aint nobody got time fo that!!" I cant sit here and sort my son's army men! I need to go rescue my daughter from eating the foam letter my son just peeled off of one of his toys! If you find time to clean your house, cook immaculate dinners that are hot when your husband gets home, bathe two kids, feed them and have them dressed for bed by 8pm every day you my friend are a rarity. If you do all of those things AND work a full time job, you're a freaking GOD.

So to the women out there who put Mickey Mouse on while they cook dinner, who play with their children on the floor and smother them with kisses instead of washing those dishes right away, I applaud you. We are doing the best we can, and that is ok. Our kids won't remember the dishes in the sink, or the mail strewn about the counter, but they will remember that story you read, or that night where you let them snuggle in YOUR bed for 30 mins as a treat. Those are the memories that will last a lifetime. Your house can be clean when they move out to college...those days are coming faster than we think.


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Gratitude..joy...disbelief.

I have been truly humbled by the grace and love of friends who have come to assist Jason and I as we seek to afford Jason's recovery time after surgery. There are not many occasions where I have been rendered completely speechless, but tonight I sat with my hands over my mouth and tears in my eyes. We have not met our end goal.. but 900.00 will still help out tremendously and we are grateful for every ounce of help we receive. We are blessed. Thank you. Thank you...Thank you.


http://www.gofundme.com/4rtz0w


Thursday, October 10, 2013

Crying down Highway 237..

This morning I packed the kids in the car to head to Thursday morning work shop at church. Thursday morning workshop is a group of ladies young and older who gather as a supportive bunch to talk and chat while working on various crafts. We happen to be in high gear getting ready for the Annual Craft Fair we host every October to raise funds for the United Methodist Women. I enjoy going every Thursday with the kids because it's a chance for me to sit and chat with my Aunt and Grandmothers, and all of the other women I have to come to know in my lifetime of growing up at FUMC. So this morning I packed the diaper bag, made sure I had three diapers for each kid, re-stocked the Marine corps cami print diaper wipes case, threw in a couple Gerber Grabbers for Emma's lunch, prepared a bottle for later, grabbed leftover mac n cheese for Hunter's lunch, his water, changes of clothes for each kid, my phone, car keys, and buckled the kids in their car seats. The drive to Sunnyvale from Fremont is about 30 mins, and I usually play "Elmo Song" or "More Elmo song!" for Hunter since that's all he ever asks for, but today he asked for "Mommy's song!" So I put the CD I own of my songs I have written and recorded over the past 7 years. Each song has a very special meaning to me, and was inspired by events in my life, or emotions I went through at a season of my youth and because I attribute emotion with music, hearing songs again usually bring up the emotions I felt at the time of writing them.

A song I wrote after my brother's return from Iraq came on. That song is extremely emotional for me because it is a mourning for the small child like innocent brother I knew growing up as I see this new war hardened man before me. I was immersed in the song as I drove down 237 when I heard Hunter AND Emma chiming into my consciousness like little bells.. They were singing whole heartedly and with abandon to my song...MY song! My children....little beings that I created with my husband in love were now enjoying and singing a song that was already very emotional for me, but now this new layer of JOY was painted over this song of grief that I had written many years ago. It was poetic and beautiful and I wept as I drove down the highway. I wept because I was so happy to see my children enjoying something that meant so much to me, and because of the new memory I could tie to that song.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Today..I wrote my Congressman.

After reading this article today...

http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2013/oct/8/shutdown-leaves-families-killed-soldiers-no-funera/

I could not remain silent. I cried. I cried for all of the families who not only have to suffer the loss of their loved ones, but who now suffer further pain because of this Government shutdown. I wrote the following letter to my local Congressman. I don't know if he will even read it...or how much good it will actually do, but short of storming the castle this is as much as I can do right now as a voter.

Here is my letter:

Mr. Swalwell,

My name is Corinne Oestreich. I am 26 years old and a mother of two small children. I have been married to my husband, a combat veteran of the United States Marine Corps for over 4 years and have been a Democratic voter since 2004. I am beyond heart broken at recent events in our Government. I am a supporter of the Affordable Care act. I understand its importance, and I understand the problems the Act has and agree it needs some reform at a future time. I can see where Tea Party Republicans are upset and desire change but I cannot understand why Tea Party Republicans who claim to be avid supporters of our Military and their families condone and allow this Government shutdown to continue when it results in families of our fallen Marines and Soldiers denied their Grievance pay. I am in tears. A very very close and dear friend of mine lost her husband in Aug 2011 in Afghanistan. I remember having to watch her suffer the loss of her husband while she was 5 months pregnant with two other  small boys under the age of 4. It was a very very hard time for her, and she depended upon that pay after her husband passed to get all of his funeral things in order. She was able to afford her flight to see his body carried off the airplane upon landing back in his country. She was able to have at least some ease on her mind that financially she would be supported as she sorted out how her new life would go. This Government shutdown is HURTING Americans...hurting our military families in their time of pain and when they need our support most of all. Not only are our hero's families forgotten in this time, but families who depend on WIC to feed their babies, or even our Veterans who depend on the GI bill to pay for school, or active military who rely on tuition assistance. I can't help crying at how wrong this all is. It makes me angry to know that members of Congress are protected financially by the 27th amendment when our Gold Star military families suffer not only emotional loss but also the pay that is needed to get them stability in their time of grief. Please. I cannot beg you enough. Please represent me, my family, and the friends close to my heart who have lost loved ones over seas. Tell Congress to end this government shutdown NOW. I can tell you one thing, if action is not taken immediately I will not be voting in any constituents in the next election.

Sincerely,
A concerned Combat Veteran's wife,

Corinne Oestreich

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A little slice of Heaven

Jason stayed home from work today. He wasn't feeling too great and hung out on the couch for most of the day being crawled on by babies. I got a LOT of cleaning done however because he was able to keep the kids occupied. Tonight after I put Emma to bed around 7:30 (she was exhausted now that she crawls all over), Jason started a fire in the fireplace. It was a chilly day and we both commented about how it smelled like fall outside. I tucked Emma into her crib, and snuck out to the den where Hunter and daddy were cuddled up watching Micky and whispered "Hey guys!! Come here!" and they snuck over into the livingroom where the fire was, and together the three of us snuggled on the couch watching the fire burn. It was a precious moment that I want burned (pun intended) into my memory forever. Hunter was still, and not wiggly, and Jason had his arm protectively around both of us. It felt like Heaven. This was my family! It was a sweet time for Jason and I to give Hunter that special attention he needed. Hunter had one hand in daddy's and one hand in mine and kept giggling at us. We told him how much we loved him, and even snuck a few kisses while Hunter told us what colors her saw in the fire. We determined that every color of the rainbow was in the fire. :) What a special start to Fall!


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