Seriously…..

Thomas went to work and called and said, "There's a big storm cloud, looks like it could be heading in." And there it was…And then here it was. And then the lightning and thunder, of which I am deathly afraid, started in. And then…the lights went out. And then… I realized I haven't charged the computer all day. And then.. I realized almost all of our candles are down the last centimeter of wick so I can't even light them. And then… after I got one lit I tried to use it to light another and it didn't… it just put my one out. And then.. I spilled the wax from the one candle all over my legs.. And…no lights to clean myself up. So, here I lay, in bed, with 20 minutes left on the computer, covered in wax…really wishing my husband were here.

Monkey Maaaaan!

Every kid is unique, that's the best part isn't it? Some kids love to color, some like to play nicely by themselves, some like to play with other kids, some  love to watch tv, and some…..love to climb. Well, that's mine. He's a climber. He climbs anything an everything. He started out climbing things like this

And I didn't think much of it, that's what the toys are for right? He likes to sit on this train and that other weird little thing that you can sort of see next to it that converts to a walker. Anything with wheels he rides. The other day he sat on a Tonka truck and tried to ride it. Today he sat on a little toy train that is only about 4 inches high and tried to ride that and was pretty frustrated when he couldn't get it to move. He just loves to get onto things and see where they take him! He is mommy's little monkey man! He likes to climb onto chairs and sit in them and then get out, and climb back in. He climbs onto the couch and then onto the back of the couch. One time I took a toy away from him and put it on the pool table…5 minutes later I found him with above train pushed over to the table, standing on it and reaching for the toy. Innovative little booger, I'll give him that. When we go to other's houses for playdates, I can't socialize because I have to constantly remove my child from any and all furniture in their homes. Everything is a climbing toy….everything.

So, lately I have been traveling a lot and it SO makes me realize how much I love being in our own house where everything is baby proof and I can relax and I dunno….pee without worrying that he is getting into something. But, like always…he is one step ahead of me!

Climbed up onto the chair

And onto the table! Nice J….nice

One more thing to worry about, but, I guess he'll figure it out after he falls a few times! PS, my child also hates pants… but that should be obvious by now.

Oh yeah, they say life goes on.

And so it does… because I can't hide away in a corner and sob my days away (what good would that do anyway?). I have a baby, well, a toddler (TEAR!), and the little miracle pretty much is all consuming. He makes me smile and laugh and want to be the best person so that he has a great example. So….life goes on. Here are some recent excerpts:

We have been to two birthday parties in the last two weeks and it would have been three but we missed the first one due to circumstances. Since moving here, I have pretty much made all of my friends at The Little Gym, aka mine and Jackson's favorite place ever. Seriously, I have met some of the most wonderful ladies there and I'm not ashamed to admit, we spend over a thousand dollars a year for me to have friends…..oh and for Jackson to play for 45 minutes a week. Worth it? Oh yess… I love our time at Little Gym and I loooove my friends there. It's so nice to have friends with kids the same age as J, and in the exact same place as I am in my life. Moms who are….wait for it…..just as bored as me!!! hahaha.. Anyway, we missed sweet Caleb's birthday and we were so sad. Last weekend was Aaden's birthday party and that was so much fun. Today was Bryce's birthday party…and now….we are all one year old! Yay us, we made it! It has been such a fun and great adventure to watch all of these babies grow and develop into little people. Today was one of those days where I just could sit and stare at my sweet boy and how much he has grown and what an AMAZING, miraculous thing he is. He has eyes that see, and long eyelashes like his Daddy, and a cute little nose, and he can talk and yell and make silly noises, he knows where his belly is, and he can make me laugh just by being his silly self. He is such a little man…how did I grow that!? What a cool thing. Today before we left for the party I couldn't find his shoe and I was walking around the house yelling at Thomas to help me find his shoes! Where is that dang other shoe!?!?!? And I noticed Jackson yelling and looked over and he had my shoes in his hand! What a smart little sweety! He was getting frustrated that I wouldn't just take the dang shoes, "Mom! Here they are!! Get them and let's go!" I tried to explain, "No baby, those are mama's shoes, I need yours" But all I could do was smile and practically cry because he is so perfect. Anyway, here are some pictures. I have sooo been slacking on pictures lately, but I promise to start taking more!

This is what Jackson does to his room every single day, a hurricane of books

About to get his hair cut for the first time! Waving hello!

Getting some Auntie lovin! Isn't this shirt SO cute?!

And…this pretty much sums up how the hair cut went..

The saddest face ever!

My cousins left this here and I LOOOOVE it!

He knows how to turn the radio on and off and he puts it on his Baby Einsteins and then dances!

So so so soooo very cute!

Eating the kitty's food.. YUCK!

What? Here, do you want some Dad?

Life

I don't really know where to begin this, or why I am doing it at all, but maybe it will help the healing process to just start writing? I don't know, I don't really know what I am doing at all these days. I feel like I am just kind of on autopilot and going through the motions hoping everything works out. 15 days ago (15 already…wow) I got a text from my mom, "Dad's in the hospital. very serious condition, will call when I know more." My dad was in the hospital a lot these last couple years so it didn't strike me as too shocking, but something about it felt different, maybe that it was "very serious." I waited for the phone call, and when I got it, that sinking feeling got worse. My mom informed me that my dad's heart had stopped twice already and they were expecting it to stop again. They had revived him both times but he had been without oxygen long enough to where he had lost almost all brain function and was on a ventilator and his pulse was barely life sustainable. She called because they had asked her what to do the next time his heart stopped, revive, or not.. At first I was confused and wanted more details and wanted to hear something else, anything else, give me hope, let's keep him alive, of course we fight and keep him alive right? But within moments, I knew that was the wrong choice.. My dad was a fighter, he fought so hard for everything in his life and watching his own parents deteriorate he had made it very clear to us that he did not want that for himself. He never wanted to live like that, he would rather just be gone. So, we made the choice… and then we waited. I cried praying for a miracle, but knowing it was too late. I wished so badly I could be there. My mom and my sister sat by him and waited as my aunts, uncles, and cousins came in to say goodbye. Moments after the rest of the family left and it was just my mom and sister and her husband, they watched the heart rate drop, 40, 30, 20, 10…and that was it. My mom screamed and got up and shook his face and told him not to leave.. and just like that, he was back…10, 20, 30, 40… he came back for her. But, in his face they could see that he hadn't wanted to. So, they made peace…they told him they loved him and that he could go now. And then he did. This story brings me comfort, knowing that he was holding on for us…that was who he was…he would do anything for his family.
I went home a couple days later, flew out with Jackson by myself and although it was stressful to travel with a toddler by myself, I was grateful for the company. I have said it so many times, but he really is my best friend. We have so much fun together and he makes me smile through everything. I was glad to have him by my side.. Thomas flew out 3 days later. We planned he funeral and filed the paperwork and I cleaned out his closet and drawers and helped my mom organize everything and honestly, it felt more like planning a birthday party? We had to arrange the place and the food and the decor and… it was just so surreal. It didn't feel like I was planning and partaking in my own father's funeral. It was beautiful and a great remembrance of his life and it was so great to see all of my family and those who loved my dad dearly, but even that, felt like maybe it was just a family reunion? But, with a lot more tears and no games. Society is strange the way we do things…there is no time to grieve, it's just go go go. A million people ask if there is anything they can do, and what am I supposed to do, assign jobs? I've never done this before, I don't know where to begin, and by the time I know what you can do to help, the offer has passed leaving only an awkward situation. This is where I am thankful for good friends, for friends who act and do…not just offer. An offer means nothing. I'm grateful for the friends who drove up to see me, just to hug me and cry with my, for the friends who let me borrow necessary baby items, for the friends who brought over dinner without being asked. Those are my true friends…and for that I am very, very grateful (have I said that enough? Well, I am)
After everything passed in a whirlwind, I just wanted to be with my family and enjoy what matters most in life. Our relationships… Because when everything else is gone, that's all we have. So, that is what I did. My last night before returning home was difficult, as it always is, but a little more this time. I wished I could be closer and help with everything and just spend more time with my family. Time to grieve, time to heal, time to cry with each other, time to talk about old memories, time to remember all of my dad's quirks and laugh about them… but it was back to life in Texas. Being back has been a mix of things, it's nice to get back into our groove and routine, but it makes everything very surreal still. I feel like my dad is just back in California, and I will call him next week, or see him next month. It hits me when I'm alone, when I'm driving, or cleaning, or when I pray and include him in my prayers, forgetting he's gone. That's when the tears come. I'm sure Jackson thinks it very confusing that Mommy has been crying every night before she puts him in bed during our prayers… but, I can't help it. It's habit to pray for family and every single I night, I do it and have to stop myself…he's not here. Oh yeah.
How am I doing? Everyone keeps asking, what am I supposed to say? I'm okay….that's what I do say anyway. How's my mom? That's an even better one, ummm, she just lost her husband of 30 years…not so good, but thanks for asking? I know people mean well, and it is nice to think that they actually care.. but, there is no real answer to how I'm doing. I AM okay. I'm not good, but I'm okay. I'll be fine. I'll get there… but right now, it freaking sucks. I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm angry, I'm confused, I'm frustrated, I feel cheated… but I'm okay. I miss my dad and I wish that things could have been different, but they weren't.  That is life, right? We praise the God who gives, and takes away. I have a beautiful son, an amazing husband, and we have food on the table every night and a roof over our heads…I have my brothers, my sister, and my mom…and we have nothing but love for each other. That seems like a pretty nice life to me. Still, I hurt. My heart aches. I want to go back in time and change things, hug my dad a little tighter, and tell him I love him.
I'm exhausted, so exhausted… being a mom to a wild toddler exhausts me normally, but this has been rough. I am emotionally exhausted… I can't read anybody's post on facebook without feeling angry, either that their life is carrying on normally, or that they don't understand how precious life is. We are here for such a short time, why can't we focus on what matters? Why do we preoccupy ourselves with things of this world? Material possessions, temporary thrills, petty issues… You know that you will die….and none of that will matter. What will matter is what you leave behind spiritually, emotionally, and relationally…the footprints you leave on other's lives.
I know this probably doesn't make much sense and is a huge hodge podge of confusing emotion, and I don't even know if it made me feel any better, or will help me heal….but here it is.