I’ve not been all that smooth myself. The first time we enjoyed a Greek Dinner at Mykonos, Brian’s dad introduced me to their Sagnaki, or more specifically an appetizer of flaming, pan-seared cheese and tomato, doused with a squirt of lemon juice, to a cheer of “oooooooooOO-PA!” While awaiting our snack, I started pondering aloud…
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Rock Away Owie
In the car the other day, I heard Isaac singing a sweet little tune. Curious, I listened closer to hear him singing, “Stomp on the baby, stomp on the babyyy.” Ian followed suit later that day crooning, “Destroy all the books! Destroy all the books!” My house has become Decimation: The Musical. Last night Ian…
Thanks for Losing so I Could See You Better
Last night Brian and I went on our “mystery date.” We had a super-tasty dinner at Frank’s on the way up to Atlanta. As we were nearing town, he was having me look all over the car for his sunglasses. When he asked me too look in the glove box, I opened the door and…
I need a Tuesdayectomy
Apparently the unpublished price of admission for Vacation Bible School is one fever for each participant, to be distributed immediately to said participant’s doting mother. Well, I haven’t had Ian and Isaac’s fever *yet* but I did acquire a sore throat and a certain bleariness. I suppose it was worth it to observe Ian’s carefree…
Veggie Table
I’ve been trying the participation method of garnering the boys’ interest in veggies. I find them a job to do in hopes that they will want to eat what they helped make. It’s been successful with at least the first bite. I planned some steak and veggie skewers for the grill and thought up the…
Wait Lifting
As I wait again in the family waiting area for a NICU surgery to wrap up, I’m reminded of the difficult lessons I’m learning. The first is patience. I’m learning that God has a timeline and I’m better off letting go of mine and embracing His. I have a matryoshka doll of “waits” bobbling in…
Pleasantly Bored
Okay, so how many different ways can I document my daily routine? Got up. Pumped. Got dressed. Ate. Stuffed frozen milk in a cooler. Got kisses from the boys. Said goodbye. Said goodbye some more. More kisses. Said goodbye one more time. Drove to hospital. Pumped. Woke up munchkin at 11:45. Changed diaper. Detangled wires….
The Elijah Cannon: Part 4, Treatment Begins
I was amazed by the size of the CHOA Egleston NICU, the quietness of it, the professionalism, and the hosptality. We could tell immediately that they had “it” figured out here. They understood that the experience was more than a baby in a bed – that each baby comes with a family, and each family…
The Elijah Cannon: Part 3, I Always Knew Polka Dots Were Trouble
After delivery, it took a while for me to get transferred to a recovery room. What a different experience it was to be offered even crackers and juice. I wasn’t terribly hungry, but I ate them slowly out of principle. I felt like my blood sugar was low, or more perhaps like my blood was…
The Elijah Cannon: Part 2, Labor & Delivery
From this point on, I might start inventing details, but I’ll try to keep them interesting. Hopefully my doula, Kim will be able to provide me some details to fill this in. So much has happened since the L&D event, and during most of my labor, I think my mind escaped to another dimension. So, there…
S.A.H.M. Hill 