I am a busy mom of four children ages 11, 8, 5, and 2. I am extremely lucky to be married to the most amazing, brilliant, devoted husband and father on the planet....In the chronicles of the alphabet family we call him C.
Against all sorts of odds--among them a 2 1/2 years of long distance relationship, C and I were married in a fairytale wedding in my "hometown" (I say this lightly as I truly do not have a hometown) of Carlisle, PA. We have been married 12 1/2 years.
I am a stay at homeschooling mom, devoted wife and mother to my family. I am a Girl Scout leader and freelance writer in my spare time. I never went into my adult life thinking (or believing) I would find complete happiness and bliss being a mom and wife. When I met C, I thought we'd probably just part ways upon our graduations. But for us, to be together was a natural thing. And neither of us planned on having children. However, 11 months into our marriage, C wanted a child, I wanted grad school and so I struck up a deal: If I didn't get in, we'd start the family. We needed to have 2 children.
After K was born, I needed a job. She was the world's most exciting boring baby ever! I was told babies were hard, but this baby was too easy. She slept through the night, preoccupied herself, and rarely cried. She didn't excite me much. So, I went and got a job. And boy did I get excitement! I worked with behavioral issues and children for 12 months and then quit. Thus, my journey into finding myself began.
Once K hit about 2, she became more difficult. We had just bought our first house, and decided to put babies on hold. I was even thinking of reneging my rule on having another one. And, then we found out I was pregnant with M. While M was a good baby, she definitely was a more difficult toddler. We were done.
What's that old saying? Never say never?
When M was 2 1/2, and after I had a successfully 2 year stint as a freelance copywriter from my home office, C went on a business trip. Business trips produce babies. Nine months later our beautiful free spirited child G was born. Free spirit is an understatement. I don't want to offend anyone by stating this child was not my favorite in any capacity. She was unruly and exactly what I had expected of babies. Demanding, temper oriented, crying and sleepless nights soon became routine in our house. I was finished. C made his dr. appointment like a good husband. He came back and I cried. Neither of us could go through with it.
And then I found out I was pregnant. On target to have our 4th child, I was exhausted. I knew something was wrong and at 10 1/2 weeks inutero we lost CK. My girls were devastated. I sunk into a deep depression. I wouldn't admit it.I just pushed through the emotions refusing to admit anything. People can be cruel when you have lost a child due to miscarriage I discovered. But, then some could be understanding. Life begins at conception for me. My baby was a baby and I lost CK.
Two months later, with my marriage in shambles, my heart broken, I discovered I was pregnant. Nine months later, E was born. He was destined to be our last child. And he came into the world a demanding, cuddly little man. He was 100% not my favorite baby. He had colick and all sorts of problems. he was aggressive and refused to be put down. He was difficult. He made G look easy.
Did I mention that in the course of all this I started to home school? Another thing I never dreamed of doing in a million years. This blog chronicles my family's journey with tips on how we do it. I place no judgements on other people and their life choices. I have chosen what suits my family and I do freely express my opinions about various things.
Against all sorts of odds--among them a 2 1/2 years of long distance relationship, C and I were married in a fairytale wedding in my "hometown" (I say this lightly as I truly do not have a hometown) of Carlisle, PA. We have been married 12 1/2 years.
I am a stay at homeschooling mom, devoted wife and mother to my family. I am a Girl Scout leader and freelance writer in my spare time. I never went into my adult life thinking (or believing) I would find complete happiness and bliss being a mom and wife. When I met C, I thought we'd probably just part ways upon our graduations. But for us, to be together was a natural thing. And neither of us planned on having children. However, 11 months into our marriage, C wanted a child, I wanted grad school and so I struck up a deal: If I didn't get in, we'd start the family. We needed to have 2 children.
After K was born, I needed a job. She was the world's most exciting boring baby ever! I was told babies were hard, but this baby was too easy. She slept through the night, preoccupied herself, and rarely cried. She didn't excite me much. So, I went and got a job. And boy did I get excitement! I worked with behavioral issues and children for 12 months and then quit. Thus, my journey into finding myself began.
Once K hit about 2, she became more difficult. We had just bought our first house, and decided to put babies on hold. I was even thinking of reneging my rule on having another one. And, then we found out I was pregnant with M. While M was a good baby, she definitely was a more difficult toddler. We were done.
What's that old saying? Never say never?
When M was 2 1/2, and after I had a successfully 2 year stint as a freelance copywriter from my home office, C went on a business trip. Business trips produce babies. Nine months later our beautiful free spirited child G was born. Free spirit is an understatement. I don't want to offend anyone by stating this child was not my favorite in any capacity. She was unruly and exactly what I had expected of babies. Demanding, temper oriented, crying and sleepless nights soon became routine in our house. I was finished. C made his dr. appointment like a good husband. He came back and I cried. Neither of us could go through with it.
And then I found out I was pregnant. On target to have our 4th child, I was exhausted. I knew something was wrong and at 10 1/2 weeks inutero we lost CK. My girls were devastated. I sunk into a deep depression. I wouldn't admit it.I just pushed through the emotions refusing to admit anything. People can be cruel when you have lost a child due to miscarriage I discovered. But, then some could be understanding. Life begins at conception for me. My baby was a baby and I lost CK.
Two months later, with my marriage in shambles, my heart broken, I discovered I was pregnant. Nine months later, E was born. He was destined to be our last child. And he came into the world a demanding, cuddly little man. He was 100% not my favorite baby. He had colick and all sorts of problems. he was aggressive and refused to be put down. He was difficult. He made G look easy.
Did I mention that in the course of all this I started to home school? Another thing I never dreamed of doing in a million years. This blog chronicles my family's journey with tips on how we do it. I place no judgements on other people and their life choices. I have chosen what suits my family and I do freely express my opinions about various things.
