she knows who i am.

So, of course Delia knows who I am.  I carried her for 9 months, gave birth to her, nursed her, rocked her in the middle of the night, etc.  But now, after trying for quite some time, she finally addresses me as "mama".  Not only that, but she yells it when she's hungry or mad or upset.  Funny.  It seems like so long I waited for her to say it, and now I'm afraid it's all I'll hear.  Still brings a smile to my face.  :)

new baby.

Well, the news is officially out.  Yes, we are expecting again!  Instead of turning this blog into all things baby, I have decided to create and dedicate a new blog to that.  So if you are interested in reading about my pregnancy you will find it here:

http://turkeyontheway.blogspot.com/

:)

a happy birthday.

On Saturday was my husband's 30th birthday.  One pro to being married to an "older man" is that he will hit the milestones before me.  :)  For those of you who don't know Seth very well, he's not big on celebrations.  He doesn't like to be the center of attention and he definitely doesn't like to make a big deal about his own birthday.  I asked him a few times if he wanted something this year since it was his 30th and he told me no every time.  Sooo, I listened.  He spent most of the day doing one of his favorite things:  fishing (with no complaining or nagging about it from me).  At night we went out to dinner at The Texas Roadhouse (also a plus for me since it's one of my favorite restaurants too).  At this point I veered from his request slightly.  I had arranged for his family and part of mine to gather at our house while we were out.  His *surprise* was ice cream cake with them when we got back.  Nothing major but still a small celebration of this man and what he means to all of us.  I'm not one to get publicly mushy about him, and I don't plan on doing that now, but I will say a few things about him and us. 

We sort of have this joke between us that "we got married in a fever...."  Seth and I met in May 2005, were basically inseparable after a date or two, engaged by January 2006 and married in August of that same year.  We both knew pretty instantly that we wanted to be together and we didn't see any point in waiting to be married.  Our years together have been up and down as relationships typically are but mostly filled with good.  Seth is a lot of things that I'm not.  He's calm, patient and tends to be more reserved.  He has a knack for making me laugh even if I'm mad at him.  He doesn't take life too seriously.  He is a great provider, partner, friend and confidante.  I have never for a second regretted my decision to live life with him.  And now for some mush...I know I don't say it often enough but Seth, I love you and I love our life together.  Happy 30th Birthday (a few days late).  I look forward to many more milestones together. 

in loving memory.

Almost a year into our marriage, Seth and I decided we would like to get a dog.  He always had one growing up and with him being away a lot for work, I wanted the sense of security that comes from owning a large breed dog.  We both readily agreed on a black lab and after a little debate, named him Tucker.  We had no clue what we were getting ourselves into and somehow ended up with a very health challenged, high maintenance animal.  Oh he had the usual puppy stages that they all go through (and somehow managed to survive without losing too many shoes and socks) but he also had chronic diarrhea, colitis, allergies and skin sensitivity and eventually seizures.  He was diagnosed as epileptic and we were told nothing could be done to stop his seizures but we could try to control them.  Hence the beginning of about 4 years of blood tests, medications and seizures.  It's a terrible thing to see your pet go through these things.  The first few before he was on any kind of med were the worst.  They lasted long, created a huge mess at whatever part of the house he was in and he would bark and growl at us afterwards, not recognizing who we were.  These symptoms did improve after he was on a therapeutic level of drugs but no matter how much it was increased, his seizures still increased.  By this past year, he was beginning to have clusters of about 5-6 seizures in a 30 hour period followed by a week of abnormal activity.  By abnormal I mean that he was in his own little twilight zone....bad balance, blank stare, etc.  Our vet kept assuring us his quality of life was "good" but we never felt comfortable with that analysis.  We could see what it was doing to him.  Physically he was aging drastically (despite his young years), he never wanted to do much anymore and his body was being wracked by these seizures every 3-4 weeks.  With a week of recovery, that only gave him 2 weeks at most with no problems.  It was a terrible decision to make and it took us awhile to make it, but we feel confident that it was the right choice.

This is in loving memory of our dear beloved Tucker.  He was a loyal, sweet, smart and friendly dog.  He loved us and he loved Delia.  We are very sad to see him go, but we will remember him as a part of our family always.