Thursday, December 31, 2009

No fair.

So I totally thought I was going into labor last night and then.... it went away. Lame.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Wow! Choo-choo!

Merry Christmas and a happy New Year from the Karolys!

Monday, December 21, 2009


Yesterday was a hard day for me. I'll spare you the details, but just know that it was rough, and I might cry again if I think too much about it (although crying seems to be normal for me these days, so that doesn't mean much).

It's funny because people keep asking me if I'm just ready for my baby to be here already, if I'm "making it" or "pulling through" or whatever else you're expected to be feeling two weeks before your baby is due and you are hugely pregnant.

Truth is, this baby isn't giving me any trouble. He never cries. I never have to change his diaper. I carry him and my hands are still free. I'm definitely making it and pulling through and all the rest because honestly, being pregnant seems like a piece of cake compared to what I am anticipating as a mother of two.

And although if you've talked to me lately you probably know that I have it all planned for my next little boy to be a perfect angel who does exactly what I say, immediately sleeps through the night, never cries, and lets me cuddle him whenever I want to-- I think things are going to get pretty crazy around here.

What's really been hard, and what will continue to be hard, is being a mommy to my sweet 20-month old, jr. At our worst moments, I think to myself, "Am I really ready to do this all over again? Will I be able to survive two crying babies?" Maybe I just don't have the patience all you other mothers out there have. Maybe I just wasn't cut out to be a supermom.

But really, how does anyone survive having more than one child???

P.S. And then I see jr.'s cute, smiling face and I think, "Yeah, I can do this. I think."

P.P.S. Yes, I know that so many people have way harder situations than I ever will, so I should be grateful and not complain.

P.P.P.S. Yes, those are packing peanuts, and yes, they are everywhere now.

P.P.P.P.S. Thanks to the Karolys for the gifts that came with the packing peanuts! I'm sure we will love them!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Classified: North Pole File #0406-08

because of jr.'s exceptional acting skills...

uh... do i know you?

mom, is this guy for real?

oh, uh... a present for me?

well... i guess it can't hurt to accept a gift...
(that's just a wrapped-up box of crayons, not a secret elf mission assignment from Santa or anything)

...his secret connection with Santa Claus is still safe.

(that is, unless you read this post. oops.)

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Since lately I'm looking like this,

I'm glad at least someone is getting some use out of my favorite heels.

P.S. Josh Sr., please don't cry.

Friday, December 4, 2009

A little miracle

I just wanted to share a little miracle in my life. You might think I'm silly.

My sister had her baby, Dinah Villette, about a month before Thanksgiving. The plan was to drive down to their house in Arizona for the holiday to meet the baby and attend the blessing.

Around the time that Dinah was born, everyone around us started getting sick. Pretty much every person I knew.... except me! And my boys! We just kept on being healthy. But I knew that it was inevitable that we'd get sick unless we quarantined ourselves, which just isn't feasible or fair for a healthy little boy. And I also knew that if we were sick, staying for almost a week in the same home as a newborn baby would be out of the question.

So I started praying that if we got sick, it would be either before or after Thanksgiving, but not during Thanksgiving week. It was a pretty specific thing to pray for.

As November went on, and we were still 100% healthy, I started getting more and more worried. Would we be able to go see my little niece? Would we get sick the day we were going to leave? I know, I worry too much. But it was a big deal to me. And I kept praying.

Two weeks before Thanksgiving, jr. suddenly got a nasty cold. A few days later, Josh came down with a bad sore throat that kept him home from work for a couple of days. Then I got suuuper congested.

A day or two after the sicknesses had run their courses, we were all perfectly healthy again, just in time to get in the car and drive down to Arizona.

A coincidence? You could try to say it was. But I know it wasn't. It's little things like these that consistently show me, over and over again, that there is a God, and that He listens to my prayers. I never cease to be amazed.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009