Wow. Can you believe how long it has been since I wrote a blog? Seriously. Don’t ask me how long I am going to continue doing it, since I hate it and all, plus I NEVER finish anything I start…but I felt compelled to write. For the past few days I have been slowly going through the archives of another “blogger”, and let me tell you, this guy could inspire a drinking straw to write. Yup that’s how good he is.

    My mom has actually been following his blog for over a year now. She tried to get me to start reading it last year, but with having an 18 month-old, working full time and a new baby on the way, I politely tuned her out so I could cope with my own problems. I couldn’t understand why when I would come for a visit she would be crying or upset.

She informed me that a friend of her’s was dying. I would say, “Oh no, who?” She told me that she has never actually met this woman but she has come to know and love her through her husband’s writing. I’ll be honest, I thought she may have lost it. Especially after I saw her crocheting a prayer shawl for this woman she had never met or even spoken to.

It wasn’t until actually a few days ago that she was showing me a post he wrote titled “Dear Tori,” and even though I didn’t know anything about him, or his family, I started crying. After that I felt as though I needed to know his/their story. So my mom said, you have to start at the beginning.

I read some posts BJ (his wife) posted, she was a funny woman, and then I read the entire ordeal around her death. I couldn’t tear myself away from the computer and actually ended up spending until about 4 am reading (and bawling) through his archives. I still haven’t finished, actually, I’m only to about January of 2007 (he writes A LOT, but it’s worth it).

It’s weird reading a blog about someones real life events, their real pain and raw emotion, even if it’s about someone you don’t actually know. Somehow after reading and reading you feel like you may have known them your whole life, and that maybe you are grieving along side him. He is such an honest writer it’s sometimes shocking, but that’s what makes the whole ordeal so painful yet so heart-warming. I honestly feel that him and his wife have touched the world (and most definately the Internet world) which is why his blog has so many …followers? Am I turning this into a cult? Okay, what’s the right word….friends. There that’s right. Anyways, I recommend reading it. It will touch you.

 It has inspired me to get back into my blog. Because I guess I did like it.

A little.

From now on I think I will write whatever pops into my head. Because I used to have so much trouble coming up with “material” for my blogs. But hey, I am a stay at home mom of a toddler and a newborn. I don’t need material, it’s everywhere.

Anyways, so I guess you have been wondering what I have been up to.

Well, I POPPED OUT A KID! Lol. Avalynn Lacie was born on August 23, 2007 at….

are you kidding me? I don’t remember what time she was born at! It’s only been two months and I already don’t remember! What kind of a mother does that make me?

I think it was 3:48? 3:47? 4:37? Pm. Or something like that. Mom do you remember? Damn, that’s gonna bug me that I forgot that… She weighed 7lbs. 5oz. and her apgar scores were something good that I also fail to remember because I was so damn happy that she was okay and didn’t have to go to the NICU the only thing I cared about was holding her.

Hmmm, how do I sum up the past two months or so into a very short story? Let me see, Ava was born.  Here is a picture of me waiting patiently to hold her for the first time while they weighed her, here is my ‘don’t freaking take pictures of me I just gave birth… fine… I’ll smile’ face. One of Kayla seeing her little sister for the first time.  Happy to be a big sister, and clapping.  And here are some pictures of the little angel herself when she is two days old (she is a little jaundiced). One more!

Okay, hmmm. Kayla grew up. Like way big. I don’t know what happened. She is 2 and 1/2 now. Before I gave birth she was my baby, then all of a sudden, she was my baby-in-the-form-of-a-small-adult. She grew three inches since we’ve brought the baby home. Geez. Speaking of growing, the newborn isn’t much of a newborn anymore. Only a little over two months old she is weighing in at a whopping 11lbs, 1oz (which isn’t that much) but for some reason now is only fitting in 6 month clothing-like a 6 month old child should be wearing. She is a huge amazon baby like her sister was. I don’t know how two relatively short people made such gigantic-ginormous amazon children. Must be something in the water.

Oh and the house I lived in for 10 years burned down in the “San Diego Wildfires of 2007.” I like how it has it’s own proper name and everything. Because I was just going to call it “Big fucking fire that ate my house.” Here is a picture of it before, and one of it after. You can read more about it on my mom’s blog here and here. I evacuated to her house so she was pretty much there for most of my experience of it except for when we were being evacuated before we got to her house, but maybe I’ll tell you that story some other day for now you can just read about it from her POV. Plus, I am really am that lazy, and it saves me having to type it.

After we came home, life resumed as normal, although I had a hard time convincing Netflix that it had.

The kids went trick-or-treating, not in our old neighborhood, seeing as how it burned down and I wasn’t sure they would have any good candy. So we went to a neighborhood about five blocks down from us and the kids had a blast. Kayla went as a sailorette, but the hat that went with it was a lost cause from the beginning so everybody said she looked like Sailor Moon, which I never watched so I don’t know if she is a specific character or if that’s just the name of the show…whatever…  Ava went as a fish (Get it, Sailorette, fish? Get it? Get it? Psssh, well I thought it was cute).

Oooh, and here is me on Halloween. The only thing that is costumey (??not a word) is the wig. The rest I guess is just, me.

Blah.

And this is a really really long blog. With lots of those little linkies. Yeah. Okay I ran out of stuff to say. So I should probably post this.

Night night!