Ana’s First Ballet Recital

Today was Ana’s first ballet “recital.” I put it in quotes because it was technically just the last day of her Three’s Tip Toes ballet class, but her amazing instructor, Teacher Katie, had them preform on the stage. And, as Ana informed me, “we can have mommies and daddies and grandmas and grandpas there!” which basically means they were allowed to invite people to come watch. So Simeon and my Dad both came to watch Ana’s first time on the big stage! I was very excited, because now that Ana is in the Three’s class, I am not allowed in the room (parents can be quite a distraction to three-year olds) so I had no idea what they have been doing over the course of the last several months. Turns out they were working on the cutest thing in the whole world. Behold the cuteness:














Ana obviously had a great time. And in a few of the pictures, when she isn’t being silly or distracted by her friends, she actually looks like a real ballerina. My little girls is getting so grown up!! You can see all the pictures from Ana’s first ballet “recital” in the Ana Thirty-five Months gallery. Enjoy!

Working on Being Optimistic

“Well, it looks like somebody did their homework!” my doctor said happily as she peered at me over the stack of charts I handed over to her nurse just moments ago.

I smiled, and said, “Yep. Considering the length of time it took me to get pregnant with Ana, we started charting as soon as we decided to try again.”

And that was 10 months ago.

Allow me to back up. Sim and I started trying for Baby Number 2 at the beginning of this year. Being the (over) planner that I am, I was hoping to have a baby at roughly the same time of year I had Ana so that my maternity clothes as well as the baby’s clothes would all be in the right season. If I had another girl, then ALL the clothes would be able to be used again. Let me just tell you, there are A LOT of clothes. Anyway, I digress. So I had my IUD removed in January and thought I would allow my body a month or so to “get back to normal” then if I got pregnant in March-ish, I would expect another winter baby. Perfect, no? However, my body had other plans. After charting for 10 months and noticing some problems with the regularity of my cycle, I decided to set an appointment with my doctor to determine my options.

Now that brings us back to the present, with me sitting in front of my doctor trying to figure out what to do now. My OB/GYN is amazing, and got right to the point, “All I needed to see was TWO of these charts to tell you that something isn’t right. And you brought me TEN.” Basically she was able to conclude that I haven’t been ovulating. (Kind of a big problem when you are hoping to get pregnant.) Now we just needed to figure out why. Luckily I timed my appointment perfectly in my cycle (day three) and so while I was at the doctor’s, they were able to draw some blood and test me for Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) and check my hormone levels, specifically my Luteinizing Hormone (LH) and Follicle Stimulating Hormone (FSH) levels. My doctor also gave me a prescription for Clomid and instructed me to start taking it on day five of my cycle (through day 10).

[As as side note, a lot of people, myself included, are skeptical of Clomid because of the shocking stories you hear about women delivering sextuplets as a result of the fertility aid, but my doctor assured me that she “delivers babies, not litters.” With the dosage that I was prescribed, there was a 96% chance of having one baby, 3% chance of twins, and only 1% chance of triplets. There was ZERO chance of having any more that three.]

She also recommended that I start using an ovulation predictor kit (OPK) starting on day 10. I was also instructed to set up an appointment for a hysterosalpingogram (HSG) exam to check my fallopian tubes for blockages. This appointment needed to be done before day 12. (See how important timing is when it comes to fertility?!)

Whew! Are you overwhelmed yet? I know I sure felt that way. But while there were a lot of new words, acronyms, and procedures I needed to learn, I left my doctors office feeling empowered. I was taking control of the situation and being proactive! I had realized there was a problem (not necessarily what it was, but that there was, in fact, a problem) and was taking steps to fix it.

So, after a few hiccups with my insurance company (they would cover things, but only at specific locations) on day nine I went to Portland Medical Imagining for my HSG test. The procedure was as routine as shooting radiographic dye into your uterine cavity can be. Once I got past the tingly/stinging feeling (almost like injecting ice water into your veins) it was actually interesting to watch. My test showed that I did not have any blockages and the dye was able to flow freely through my tubes and into my abdominal cavity. I left the clinic, feeling mildy crampy, but optimistic about my results. There is also a slight increase in fertility in the months following an HSG, as it “clears out the cobwebs.” So that was aiding in my optimism.

Seven hours later, however, my positive attitude plummeted as I was overcome with severe abdominal pain and instructed by the on-call doctor from my OB’s office to go straight to the emergency room. The long and the short of it (after several hours of sitting in the E.R. in pain, explaining the procedure I had done to each person I encountered) was that my pain was too long after the procedure to have perforated my uterus (it would have been instantaneous), but too soon for infection to set in (it generally takes a day or two), so they concluded that I was having a “reaction” to the dye used in the HSG. Unfortunately, since my test went as we hoped, all the dye they used was just floating around in my abdomen, waiting to be absorbed by my body. My body, however, was having an adverse reaction to the dye and therefore causing me extreme pain…for which there was nothing the doctors could do but give me a shot to prevent infection, hand me a bottle of Vicodin, and send me home. So for the next few days I tried to move as little as possible, remain medicated, and sleep as often as I could. Eventually the pain dulled and now I just have minor twinges from time to time and an incredibly heightened awareness of every part of my reproductive system.

Since my test (and the recovery it required) I am back to charting, taking my basal temperature every morning, tracking my ovulation (if it does, in fact, occur) and crossing my fingers.

And now we wait.

Sitting on Santa’s Lap

Ana and I went to visit Santa at Washington Square Mall today. Ana was so very excited to tell him exactly what she wanted for Christmas: a purple bike… with streamers… and a bell… and a little basket to put things in. More specifically, this. She got a little nervous when it was actually time to sit on his lap. It didn’t help that the two kids before us burst into tears when their mom asked them to sit on his lap. One child even refused to walk past Santa to get to the exit. So I saw Ana hesitating and explained that she didn’t have to sit on his lap, we could just talk to him if she preferred. She decided that was a good idea, after all, she did want to make sure he knew what she wanted for her Christmas present this year! Trying to prevent the situation with the previous children, Santa promptly handed Ana a candy cane. Then realizing he gave up his bargaining piece too soon he quickly bribed her with a second candy cane to come stand beside him. The photographer snapped a few pictures and then out of no where, Santa leaned over, picked up Ana, and set her on his lap. Ana’s face turned to fear, and for a second I thought she was going to cry, but then she realized she was actually fine and the worst was over. So she hammed it up and gave us a pretty adorable little smile. If you look closely, you can see the mixed emotions in her smile, but she sat on Santa’s lap. And that is all that matters.

A Letter: Thirty-four AND Thirty-five Months

Dear Ana,
Today you turn thirty-five months old. Before I go any further I need to apologize for missing the “Thirty-four Month Letter” but October was just one crazy month. You happen to turn thirty-four months while we were in Disneyland (more about that in a minute) and I swore I would just write it once we returned home. Then when we got back I was catching up with all the things that happened while we were gone and time just slipped away from me. I’m sorry to miss your letter, but the fact that I have continued to write these monthly letters for as long as I have is pretty impressive, so I am forgiving myself…just this once. I hope you understand. If not, well, I took you to Disneyland, so consider yourself one lucky little girl regardless.




Now before we catch up to October, there were a few important things that happened in September. The first was that you were a flower girl in your Uncle Jesse and Aunt Nicole’s wedding. They asked you to be their flower girl months prior and leading up to the big day the only thing you would talk about was weddings. Anytime we left the house you asked if you needed to wear your fancy “flower dress.” When you played dress up, you were always the bride. So I knew you would happily handle your responsibilities when the time came. And sure enough, you were amazing. You posed for pictures, handled yourself like a little princess, and even gracefully flicked flower petals as you walked down the aisle. Everyone was so impressed with your attitude and I was approached several times by wedding guests commenting on how well-behaved you were during the ceremony. All I could do was look at you in wonder and say, “I know. She’s amazing.”



Near the end of September we also started up our parks and rec classes again. You are once again back in the Toddler and Me swimming class. I didn’t sign you up for swimming over the summer, partly because we were so busy already, but also because I figured we would be spending so much time playing in the water anyway, it just wasn’t necessary. But I thought you needed a little refresher because by the time the next session starts, you will be three years old and able to take the class ALL BY YOURSELF. Isn’t that exciting? Of course it is. And do you know how I know? Because you are already in a THREE’S class. Your ballet instructor, Teacher Katie, gave you (along with your BFF Lauren) special permission to move up to the Three’s Tip Toes class because you were doing so well! I could not be more proud of you and there isn’t a single day where you have made us regret the decision. You were really ready to be in a class with no parents. While I love that you are independent and confident enough to attend classes without me, it saddens me that there are certain things in your life that you don’t need me for already. Not only that, but it is such a strange feeling for you to learn something that I didn’t teach you (or something that I myself don’t know). But I love seeing the happiness and sense of accomplishment that it brings you.


And that brings us to our Disneyland vacation. Your daddy was speaking at a conference in LA and the timing just worked out perfectly for you and I to fly down to Anaheim at the end of the conference and have ourselves a little vacation in Disneyland. We knew there were going to be some restrictions because of how young you were, but to be honest I think it was nice. All the rides with the really long lines/wait weren’t rides we could even go on with you. Things were short and sweet…just like you. We had a little bit of a plan going in, but mostly just went with the flow and did whatever you wanted to do. Your only request when it came to rides was that we go on “It’s a Small World” each day. But we were more than happy to do so because the ride allowed us to sit down in a nice air-conditioned room for a much needed break! It was great to not have any pressure or expectations, because you didn’t have any. You had no idea what was going to happen, so everything was a bonus. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. The only thing that you specifically requested was princesses. And we were more than happy to find them for you every chance we could. To make it easier, we booked a Princess Breakfast at Ariel’s Grotto. We knew this would guarantee you FIVE princesses. Plus, we were able to sit at our table enjoying our meal and THEY came to us. No waiting in line. No fighting with other children. It was prefect.




The only princess we didn’t see at Ariel’s Grotto that you really had your heart set on meeting was Belle. This is where it came in handy to have someone on the inside. My Uncle Don, your Great-Uncle, works at Disneyland and really came through for us. Having seen you prior to our breakfast, dresses head to toe in your Belle costume, he knew how much you loved her. He ran into Belle and sent me a text picture on my iPhone with the caption, “Look who I found!” Upon discovering that she was on her way to Ariel’s just after we left, he sent me another text which read, “She wants to meet you. Go back to Ariel’s around noon. Ask for Rick.” So we did as we were told and when we arrived, discovered that he arranged for you to have a private meeting with your very favorite princess. You and Belle got to chat and she even danced around the room with you. It was the most amazing moment and you were the happiest little girl at the Happiest Place on Earth.


Another one of your favorite things in Disneyland was the face painting. The first day you and I were there alone, you woke up from your (rather short) nap in a bad mood. Trying to think of things to cheer you up, I took you to the face painting booth right next to Pixie Hollow. You were so excited to “wear make-up” that you instantly forgot that you were cranky. It was such a simple thing, yet it made you so happy that we took you back for a different design–all of your own choosing–each day we were at the Park.




That brings us to October, the grand kick-off of fall. Anyone who knows me, knows this is my favorite time of year. I love everything about it. The weather, the smell, the decorations, the food, the pumpkins… My list could go on and on. Since I embrace all these things so wholeheartedly, and you really don’t know it any other way, you do as well. One of our favorite traditions is a trip to the pumpkin patch. To really drag it out for all we could, we actually went on three different occasions. (Granted, only two pumpkin patches, but still.)




And then there is Halloween! Luckily we had several parties to attend, so we were able to wear a variety of costumes! You were able to get all girly as a fairy, get fancy as a princess, and still be my adorable little toddler as a silly monkey. We had a great time dressing up with you (when the occasion allowed) and you worked up intricate back-stories and plots to our elaborate game of make-believe. You also went trick-or-treating this year, and after a couple houses really started to get into it. I wasn’t sure how long you would last, but you kept saying, “Just one more house!” until your little banana treat bag was full! We had a great time and, for once, the weather actually held out and make for a truly enjoyable evening.




You have an imagination that rivals most children twice your age. You love pretend, make-believe, and role playing. Your Daddy has discovered he can get you through the entire bedtime process without a single tear if he is King Triton and you are Ariel. All he has to say is, “Ariel, it’s time to get out of the bathtub.” and you reply, “yes, King Triton!” and stand up without any hesitation. When you wake up in the morning you call out, “Beast! I woke up!” and your Daddy says, “I’m coming Belle!”


Lately you have stepped up your pretend play. Instead of simply becoming whichever princess you happen to be at the moment, you have taken to involving yourself in the role play as well. For example, you will be walking around in your Cinderella dress and suddenly stop, pose for a picture that’s not being taken, and say “Ana, do you want to take a picture with me? Smile at the camera!” Or the other night I was tucking you into bed while you were wearing your Belle nightgown and you said, “Is it ok if I sleep in Ana’s bed tonight?” Seeing my stunned expression, you quickly added in a stage whisper, “I’m Belle.” Catching on, I said, “Sure, Belle, you can sleep in Ana’s bed.” You looked skeptical and said, “I think you should ask her. ” So I called into the hallway, “Ana? Can Belle sleep in your bed tonight? She can? Oh thank you!” Satisfied with being given permission, you were finally ready to settle down and go to sleep.


I’m seeing more of your personality emerge every day. You are sweet; pausing your play to come over and tell me, “Mama? I love you.” You are hilarious and provide instant comedic relief; your new favorite expression is, “How’s the bacon shakin’?” You are sassy; when I tell you that you are making me angry you promptly retort, “You’re making me angry too…and you’re ruining my day!” But just as quickly you are able to turn it all around; when you see my jaw tighten and you can practically see me begging for patience, you will politely ask, “Mama? Do you have your happy face on?” to which it is almost impossible for me not to smile and say, “Yes, Ana. I do now.”

I know I say this all the time, but I just love my life with you in it. I think back to before you were born and life just didn’t seem to have a purpose. Things I thought were pretty before now sparkle and shimmer as I see them through your eyes. You are my reason for everything I do, my motivation to live life to the fullest, my conscience when I’m about to make a bad decision. You are my everything, and so very much more.



All my love,
Mama

Ana and the Princesses

As I was preparing Ana’s monthly letter (check back tomorrow!) I decided that there were so many pictures of Ana with princesses from our Disneyland trip that they needed their own post. Plus I have heard from several of our friends with little girls that their daughters got so much enjoyment out of looking over the pictures of Ana with the princesses, that I decided I should really make it easy for you and put them all in one places…you know, without the distractions of such lesser things like rides or meals. Without further ado, I present to you, Ana and the princesses!


Ana and Snow White.

Ana and Princess Aurora (Sleeping Beauty).

Ana and Princess Jasmine.

Ana and Ariel.

Ana and Snow White. Again.

Ana and Cinderella.

Ana and Princess Aurora. Again.

Ana and Mulan.

Ana and Belle.

Ana and Cinderella. Again.

And as a BONUS, I’m throwing in a few fairies too!

Ana and Iridessa.

Ana and Silvermist AND Tinker Bell.

Ana and Tinker Bell.

All of our Disneyland pictures are over here. Enjoy!

A typical conversation

The other day Ana and I were sitting on the couch watching some iCarly (seriously, this show is totally addicting. If you have to watch something on Nickelodeon, pick iCarly!) and I was letting her be “Queen of the Remote.” This is usually my role in the house, but I guess I was feeling pretty generous that day. Or maybe I was just catching up on Twitter on my iPhone and didn’t care what was happening on the TV. Anyway, I digress, Ana was in charge of the remote and that is all that matters to this story. All of a sudden Ana hit the pause button (her personal favorite), turned to me and said, “Mama? I want you to have a baby in your belly.”

Totally caught off guard, I replied, “I know, sweetie. Me too.”

She looked confused and asked, “But how do you get the baby in your belly?”

Thinking on my feet, I picked an age-appropriate response and answered, “You have to try really, really hard.”

Fully accepting my explanation, she hit the play button and iCarly resumed.

A few minutes went by and Ana hit pause again. As she turned to look at me, I braced myself for whatever she was going to say. “Mama? When the baby comes out of your belly…can I hold it?”

I laughed and said, “Of course.”

A huge smile took over Ana’s face and she exclaimed, “Thanks!” then hit play and went back to watching iCarly without a second thought.

Ana’s Halloween Costumes. Yes, costumes. Plural.

In a house where we play dress-up on a daily basis, selecting a costume for Halloween can get a little tricky. So it was a good thing that we had several different Halloween events–all of which called for costumes–to attend. The first was our MOMS Club Halloween party. For this party, Ana was a purple fairy.


Then the day before Halloween we went to the Pumpkin Fest at Conestoga Rec Center. I let Ana pick a costume in her dress up bin and told her we would dress up in costumes to go along with her. First Ana picked Snow White. She asked Sim to be Prince Charming and wanted me to be the Evil Queen. Then she changed her mind and wanted to be Princess Aurora (Sleeping Beauty, for those of you not in the princess loop). She decided Sim would be a great Prince Charming and I should be Maleficent. (Notice I was once again cast as the villain.) So I got into my spooky costume but as soon as Ana saw me she stammered, “No. No, no, no. Noooo. NO.” I guess I made a pretty convincing evil witch because she quickly decided I made a much better nice Queen and asked me to be Aurora’s mom instead. We decided based on that Sim should be her dad, the King.



For Halloween night, I am more particular about Ana’s costume. In fact, I have two requirements. #1. Ana has to be able to wear her costume in the car seat. (I don’t want to have to change her outfit each time we climb in and out of the car.) #2. It has to keep her warm enough that I don’t have to cover it up with a coat. (Here in the Pacific Northwest, our Halloweens are always cold and/or rainy.) So we dressed Ana up as a nice cuddly monkey.



All the pictures are over here and here. Enjoy!

Potty Training Sucks

So I’m in the midst of potty-training. It’s not pretty and certainly not easy. Ana is just like me: smart, strong-willed, and likes to do things on her own terms. These are not the best of conditions in which to potty train. But here we are. Back when Ana was about 15-months-old she showed her first interest in potty training. I thought I got lucky and not only got a child who potty trained really early, but did it without any pushing from me.




(Back when we started potty training. Look at how TINY she is here!)

Buuuuut after a couple weeks of going in the potty a couple times a day, she lost interest. She got bored and didn’t want to do it anymore. At the time I understood she was still ahead of the curve and figured I would just try again in a couple months.

And that has been my strategy ever since.

Now here I am, 18 months later. Ana is almost three, still not potty trained, and I am ready to be DONE with it all. I have resorted to just about every strategy I could think of. We have done everything from the sticker chart to full out bribery. Things work for a day or two and then is no longer enough to motivate her. I’ve tried really hard not to compare her to other kids, but the more I see kids her age (or younger!) fully potty trained, the more it irritates me. I know Ana can do this. I know she’s smart enough and has the physical ability to do it, but she is simply being stubborn.

My case in point: the other day out of no where, Ana went upstairs to the bathroom, pulled down her princess Pull-Up (thank goodness she won’t wear anything other than dresses these days because she can’t pull her jeans down by herself yet), and peed in the potty. She yelled out to me, “Mama! I went pee-pee in the potty!” I was totally surprised and excited like you cannot believe. I was thinking about how everyone said she would just decide one day that she was ready to use the potty and that would be that. I was so happy she did it on her own! I had no idea it would come so soon!

I should have known…

Caught up in the excitement, I said, “Ana, I am so proud of you! You went potty all by yourself! Do you want to do that all the time now?”
To which she replied, “No. I just wanted to do it that one time.”
I was floored. “What?! Why not?”
And here is the kicker: she says to me, “I don’t want to, Mama. It was just too much work.”

I’d like to say this story has a happy ending, but that’s parenthood for ya and you all know that’s not always the case. We have good days and bad days. And I am still waiting on that day to come when she just realizes that she wants to be potty-trained. And not that it’s too much work…

Us Over the Years

Simeon and I have been married for seven years today. SEVEN. But we have been together for almost 12 and friends for much, much longer. To celebrate the love we have for each other and the adventures we have taken together over the years, I wanted to put together a little collection of pictures of us over the years. Enjoy!


At my high school prom, May 1998.


Early in the relationship, August 1998.


Our engagement picture, April 2000.


When we got our first dog, Ellie, May 2001.


Our wedding, September 2002.


On our honeymoon cruise in Mexico, September 2002.


At a work party, 2004.


Atop the Empire State Building in New York City, June 2004.


At the Lakeview Farms pumpkin patch, October 2004.


At the top of the Space Needle in Seattle, March 2005.


Our three year anniversary, at The Lion King, September 2005.


Wine tasting tour with friends, October 2005.


At Megan and Jason’s wedding, November 2005.


Woodburn Tulip Festival, April 2006.


At the Lakeview Farms pumpkin patch, October 2006.


Ana’s birth day, December 2006.


4th of July 2007.


Ana’s first time on the beach, September 2007.


At the Lakeview Farms pumpkin patch, October 2007.


Woodburn Tulip Festival, April 2008.


At the Lakeview Farms pumpkin patch, October 2008.


Darcie and Jake’s wedding, October 2008.


At the Colosseum in Rome, November 2008.


Cross country skiing at Mt. Hood, February 2009


Family pictures, June 2009.


Nicole and Jesse’s wedding, September 2009.

It has been one heck of a journey and I have loved every minute of it. Thank you for being my best friend, the love of my life, and the most amazing husband any girl could ever hope for. I love you, Simeon!!