Today, instead of offering Gregory food when he woke up in a bad mood (the sins of the parents….), I decided to branch out a bit. What better to cure the “after-nap crankies” than a little fun with water in the sunshine?
Archives for May 2012
Prom
Since Jesse and I were the Student Council advisors this semester, we chaperoned the high school’s “Spring Formal/Prom” this last Saturday.
Funny enough, the venue, a beachside restaurant with windows that overlooked the surf, was the same exact location of my senior prom, exactly 9 years ago.
So it brought up some interesting thoughts/comparisons. We may have been attending the same location, but I couldn’t be in a more different place.
See, 9 years ago, I was going through a bit of a rough time. I’d just turned 17 and gone through a tough breakup of sorts, so I was desperate for attention. I deliberately led on a guy I knew had liked me for years, getting him to ask me to the prom, even though I was sort of interested in different guy, the same one who was DJ-ing the dance (he waived his normal $200 fee…wonder why?). Then, I left this date at the dance and got a ride home with the DJ. We started dating 3 days later.
Doesn’t sound like me?
Well, sadly, it was.
Yup, go ahead and say it. I was a bitch.
This “relationship” with said DJ lasted until the day after graduation– a grand total of 4 weeks. During that short time, I acted completely out of character, staying out late, ditching class, partying, even allowing my new “boyfriend” to drive me home while he was drunk. Although I had already been accepted into Torrey and Biola, I had decided I was no longer going to go.
Did I mention I was in a bit of a rough place?
Luckily, I had a very special friend by the name of JESSE CONE. He came home from college, found out who I was dating along with the shallow nature of our relationship, and confronted me. I’ll never forget the awkward showdown moment at the graduation reception– my DJ boyfriend, shaking hands with Jesse. Each knew who the other was, and you could have cut the tension with a knife.
Never in a MILLION years would I have dreamt that 9 years later I would be attending the same exact location, chaperoning with my HUSBAND and infant baby while my toddler rested peacefully at home, teaching at the very school I graduated from. As someone not-so-wise said when I started my relationship with Jesse, “Oh, she can’t be with him! She’s supposed to marry some rich lawyer, since it’s obvious that she needs that kind of lifestyle”. They couldn’t have been more wrong, that’s to be sure 🙂 I was floundering BIG TIME, headed down a very dangerous road, and God sent the one person in my life who could talk some sense into me.
The last 8.5 years of being with Jesse (has it already been that long?) have done more to change me than I ever thought possible. God is so good!
6 Months
This student of mine is amazing. Just 6 months ago (when we started lessons– he was my very first student in CA!), he couldn’t even read music, much less play anything. Last Wednesday, he performed in his first talent show. He’s come a LONG way, don’t you think? The song is called, “Malaguena”.
1 Month appt.
I cannot BELIEVE that Anthony is already a month old!
Also, as far as unbelievable things go…the kid, who I will now refer to as “El Chubbo”, weighed in at 11 lbs. 5 oz.! That’s over 3 lbs. of weight gained since his birth at 8lbs. 2 oz.! Makes sense, seeing as he is nursing every 1-2 hrs., nonstop 🙂
ALSO, thanks to all of your great advice, I have not lost any weight in 2 weeks! Hopefully we can keep this trend going– no weight loss on my end, LOTS of weight gain for El Chubbo!
Anyone who thinks that I am overly excited has never gone through the exhausting trial of having a “failure to thrive” baby. Some people get used to hearing, “90th percentile”– I will NEVER be able to take that for granted. I cannot even explain how elated I felt when the nurse said that. It was like I had just got an entire semester of A+ s. That one moment made all the 4am wakeup calls worth it!
We have two issues to contend with– he has a little bit of jaundice left in his eyes, so we are going to get his blood drawn, just to cover our bases (apparently there is a thing called “breast milk induced jaundice”?). He also has a diaper rash from HELL, which turned out to be a yeast infection. We have to go pick up a prescription for some medicated cream. Poor guy, it looks like he birthed an acid bomb down there… 🙁
Anyways, here are pictures of the whole family on this momentous day!