Phillies Fever in our house

Its official...I'm giving in to Phillies Fever after 3 years of living here and I as much as I will never love Philly, I do want my son to have some hometown pride. So, after alot of deliberation and Dr. F's approval, I snagged some sweet Phillies gear on my lunch hour yesterday. Behold: F Family Fillies Foto Fun (yay alliteration!)

the three of us...and laundry waiting to be folded...

And just because I love this kid like whoa...here's the Little Man screaming "Go Phillies!" and yes...he falls at the end because he thinks it is funny to fall and then ask us "are you ok?"

sleep issues

While the last 8 months in our lives have been CAH-RA-ZY, one thing that seemed to finally settle down was the Little Man's ability to get himself to sleep at night. I mean, we'd do the bedtime routine that we'd done since the day after he came home from the hospital: bath, pj's, teeth brushing (once the teeth came in), read a book (yes, even when he was days old!), sing some songs, say some prayers and put him down for bed. It was tough for awhile, we finally got in the groove and eventually there was no crying and we could put him down wide awake and know that he'd pass out until the morning. ohhh sweet memories...

The last 4 weeks have been sheer torment. The kid is no longer falling asleep on his own, he's fighting to stay awake as long as humanly possible and screams "MOMMY" (and occasionally Dadddy) at the top of his lungs. We believe in letting him cry it out for the most part, but every night we go back into his room after about 30-40 min of crying  to settle him down and rock him/pat his back till he's asleep. Last night added insult to injury when jsut as we were heading to bed, he woke up and despite NUMEROUS futile attempts, he wouldnt go to sleep. So we laid in bed for an hour to sweet sweet sounds of MOMMY!!! Dr. F had to hold me because it was aweful. By midnight my body shut down and I actually passed out amdist the screams and Dr. F went in and settled him down. 5 min of back rubbing, he was out for the night. WTF?!

It may sound cruel to let him cry, but at almost 2, with a history of being able to go to sleep on his own and being clean, comfortable and well fed...I am at a loss. Please please please any suggestions. I'm on the verge of loosing it.

Flashes of Brilliance

Ok, well, brilliance is giving myself too much credit, BUT I have to report on my fabulous lunch run. As previously mentioned, I'm getting committed to getting off of my petite derierre and moving more. I told Dr. F this is the "i'm getting in shape by May and then you are to promptly knock me up again" training schedule which will culminate in the Broad St. 10 miler. Despite having run (sloooowly) the Marine Corps Marathon, I haven't really done any serious running since 2006! OH SHIT..,that was 4 YEARS AGO... so I googled a novice 5k training schedule, printed that puppy out and posted it to my cubicle wall. I am starting at.ground.zero. so I figured I'd work my way through that and then move on to a 10k training schedule etc. etc. I've following it pretty consistently and for the first time in years, I thought "I can't wait to go on my lunch run today." IT IS HAPPENING PEOPLE, I'm re-finding that inner jogger (runner would be too high a compliment).

On my run today I had one of those rare runs where it just starts out feeling great. My form was top-notch and I was running relaxed. The air was cool, but not cold and the sky was overcast. Perrrfect. I even put in 2.3 mi, which is about all I can do and not head back to the office sweating like a pig (we dont have office showers so I take my lunch at 3 so I only have to be sweaty for an hour).

So there it is... gradually getting back into the swing of things and pretty pumped about it :)

Columbus Day

Today has been kind of a slow day at work, probably because everyone and their mom has off because its a Federal holiday. Everyone but me. Oh you mocking Facebook statuses of days off and afternoon naps!

Because today has been pretty quiet around here, and because I know someone who dropped the coffee pot this morning (and it shattered EVERYWHERE), I had to go online to order a new one stat because we can't function without coffee in our house (and the free coffee at work is DISGUSTING). Well as we all know, online shopping for one item invariably leads to perusing the whole internets for random things we  may or may not need. So here I am, a serious amount of time later, trying to break my morning shopping spree by blogging about my favorite purchase of the day (with the exception the new coffee pot). Behold, window valances for the nursery!
 
When I was expecting Aidan, and before we know blue or pink, we decided upon a safari theme so it would be as gender neutral as possible, because while generic, it was cute and God knows I'm not buying an $80 nursery set that the child won't even remember if we should have a girl. We even painted the nursery in our house a cheery yellow and put up green curtains...but that is as far as we got, until today! Not only were these babies on sale at CSNbaby.com, but I also had a coupon. Now that's my favorite kind of shopping!

If you're off today, dont tell me... Happy Monday!

Conflicted

This morning I read this article on CNN.com. The article discusses how NY is removing soda and sports drinks from the Food Stamps approved foods list because of the correlation between those types of drinks and obesity/diabetes. As I read the article I found myself nodding in agreement, thinking "those things aren't food, they provide no nutritional value and they aren't necessary." The idea that reducing the amount of taxpayer money spent on those types of products might reduce the amount of taxpayer money later spent on health care related obesity and diabetes seems logical and positive.

Then I read the comments. Many were applauding this measure and talking poorly of all the people they see in the grocery store buying expensive pre-packaged, super unhealthy foods with food stamps. Many commentators were angry at the mismanagement of what is supposed to be a helping hand yet seems to be a long term way of life. I totally agree. I see it all the time in Philly. The designer clothes, the fancy phones, the cigarettes and brand new cars...

Yet as I was reading, thinking "cut the program!" I thought about the children who are at least eating something, you hope, because of government assistance. If we cut off the parents, how does that affect the kids who don't have a choice? And that is where my heart breaks.

Let me be clear, in no way am I supporting the abuse of a state supported (read: our tax dollars) system for people who need it. But I dont know how to even begin thinking about ways to change the system. Education is sorely needed, but how do you break a cycle that has been accepted as a cultural norm? Cooking at home is SO much cheaper than eating at fast food restaurants (ie. last night we had lentil soup that is enough to feed all 3 of us for two nights for less than 5 dollars total). The non-brand name jeans at Kohls are way cheaper than the Juicy jeans and you're not going naked either way and seriously, just get off the bedazzled phone and pay attention to your kids. It is so heart breaking and I dont know how to begin to be a positive force for change.

I dont want this to be an us vs. them post. I believe anyone could need a helping hand at some point in their lives... we certainly did when I found out I was pregnant and both of use were still in school. Trying times can happen to anyone at any time and thank God there are systems in place to help in those situations. It is a culture of entitlement and materialism that needs an overhaul, but where do we start? Can we even make a difference? It is so overwhelming, yet I feel compelled to do something, anything.

Any ideas on how to follow Ghandi's example and "be the change you want to see in the world?"

The ONE song

...inspired by One Lucky Monkey

This song doesn't make me cry, but it sure brings up so many emotions as it was our first dance song:

Lyrics:

Yes I understand that every life must end,
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go,
I'm a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love...

Some folks just have one,
Others they got none,
Stay with me...
Lets just breathe.

Practiced are my sins,
Never gonna let me win,
Under everything, just another human being,
Yeah, I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world
to make me bleed.

Stay with me...
You're all I see.

Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool, you see...
No one knows this more than me,
As I come clean.

I wonder everyday
As I look upon your face,
Everything you gave
And nothing you would say (save?),
Nothing you would take...
Everything you gave.

Did I say that I need you?
Oh, Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool, you see
No one knows this more than me...
like I come clean.

Nothing you would take...
Everything you gave.
Hold me till I die...
Meet you on the other side.

So many things

I dont know why this continues to happen...I write a long post and then spend the next week thinking about the next one and mustering up enough energy/motivation to write it. Then, of course, I feel bogged down in the 20 ideas for posts I've had over the last week and can't seem to write anything other than a "lists" post... today is no different... :) bare with me.

This past weekend was AMAZING! Dr. F was actually off the entire thing and on a normal sleeping schedule :) On Thursday night we had torrential downpours like the rest of the East Coast and naturally train service was completely interrupted soooooo I had to take the bus...through some of the nicest areas of Philly. It only took me 3hrs to get to work. Then they were claiming there was normal train service for the afternoon commute. I arrive a few minutes before the scheduled departure to announcements of "passengers should find alternate transportation." SEPTA FAIL. So I was left with one alternative...ride the subway back to north Philly and take the bus home. It only took 2 hrs to get home. SWEET.

However, the weekend turned around when got home to dinner on the table courtesy of one Dr. Farah. He's a keeper for sure! After we got the Little Man in bed I heated up some fresh apple cider, spiked it with some whiskey and we had a little date in our back yard with warm cider, hoodies and white christmas lights. As I drank the cider and enjoyed the company memories of my 5 hour commute drifted away.  

The street was completely flooded out...

                                 

Saturday morning we hit up a local art fair in our neighborhood and I made pumpkin muffins. On Sunday after church we headed to the most amazing playground. Per usual, LM was obsessed with driving the fire truck. His latest obsessions are Thomas the Tank Engine and fire trucks so we've decided to get him a wooden train set for his birthday. One of the things I'm most proud of is the fact we went on a family run both Saturday and Sunday! Dr. F graciously let me set the (slow) pace and he pushed the jogging stroller. Since we're hosting Thanksgiving this year, we also decided we're going to invite our siblings to join us at a 5 mi Turkey Trot.

Aidan was more interested in putting the crayons away than drawing...

We danced to the live music at the festival

There was a 40 ft slide!

Dr. F... I think you're too big for this firetruck!

This morning was tough because LM started at a new daycare. This one is closer to our house and many neighborhood kids go there, so we're hoping this will be a good way for us to meet new friends too. However, the transition is never easy and this morning as he was screaming "MOMMY" with sad tears streaming down his face, it took everything I had not to quit my job and just take him home with me. :( I know it will get better, but oh the heart break...