Ava

"Why do you want to blog?" my husband asked me last night. I didn't really have an answer for him. Why? That's the question that kept running thru my head last night as I lay in bed...I was talking to my girlfriend this morning and informed her it was to help keep my life more positive. Partly true. Ava is the real reason.

There are days when I can hardly breathe...days when the heartache is so bad I have no idea how to cope. Before Christmas last year I was admitted to the hospital to deliver my 18 week old baby who had died from a fluky umbilical cord accident. This was my fourth miscarriage and by far the hardest to deal with.

My oldest daughter, Isabella, gave me daisies when I came home from the hospital. I now have daisies planted in all my flower beds to remind me of Ava and to remind me how precious life is.

So, this is me...a wife, a mother to 2 beautiful girls, and a woman trying to finish healing.

Here's to healing, a new chapter in my life, and becoming the woman I want to be...

The best part of the day!

Bedtime! It evokes either utter frustration or pure bliss...On ML Drive it's both! This is the time in the day when you've had it and are longing to crawl into bed yourself...if you're like me however, you still have to do dishes, there's a couch full of clean laundry waiting to be folded, at least 3 more loads to still get into the washer, lunches to be made for the next day, and I could go on forever...Somewhere in here it might be nice to catch up with hubby and of course the dog needs to be dealt with...Harry, who we had to keep because our eldest fell in love with him. We had an offer to get him off our hands so a friends beagle wouldn't be lonely, but what we do for those sweet faces who beg to keep their furry friends near and dear-ugh...Anyway, enough of the dog...on to the the last 1/2 mile of the marathon...
"Did you get your washcloth and towel?"
"No...Is Daddy giving us a bath?"
"Yes, get in the tub..." I am trying to get something accomplished...I must admit I adore hearing the girls squeal with delight and singing crazy made up songs with my husband.
"Kat?? Charlotte's done..."
My youngest comes out of the bathroom yelling, "NAKED BABY!"
It's my job to dry them off, lotion them up, and get them into jammies. One munchkin down and one to go... Bella's next...she is notorious for naked booty dances...
On to getting teeth brushed, stories read, prayers said, and...."wait I have to go potty...." & "sippy peas wif ice"
"Cricket, do you have Woof and your purple murple?"
"Bella, do you have your big bunny and greenie zucchini?"
Then, the best part of the day..."I love you's" are said, hugs and kisses are given, and don't forget the Do do dos! These are eskimo kisses (rubbing noses) and saying the words, "Do, do, do." What your kids come up with! Sometimes this must be done multiple times and you think they will never go to bed, but I wouldn't trade these night-night traditions for the world!