January 26, 2010

On the Mend

Our baby girl bruiser is on the mend. After falling and hitting her forehead the day after the eye incident, and then tumbling and knocking a bruise into her cheek the following day... I think we are standing upright and on the mend (at least for today), and enjoying the fruits of being a big girl.

January 22, 2010

Sweet Baby Bruisers

Last night, I swore the Atwoods were on hidden camera. But not the funny hidden camera. A new kind of freaky hidden camera where all the pranks are so not funny.

First, James managed to squeeze his grubby little fingers in the door jamb...then those little precious fingers were shut in the door by Jason (accident, of course). James was hysterical for about five minutes, but the fingers swelled down nicely and he was fine rather quickly. Crisis 1, averted.

Next, there were several tantrums and random spills - from milk to exaggerated falls on the floor. Both kids, dropping like flies. What the....? Stella down, then James, then Stella again. No big crisis at this point, but the house was just so loud in these moments, crying and wailing...with an air of strange tragedy looming.

Finally (and the worse of all), Stella picked a fight with the television table. She lost, and sacrificed her left eye area. Horrible. A real, live shiner. I cannot bear to look at that sweet baby face. She was also hysterical for five minutes and then, she was fine.

Now, Jason and I are another story. I was a mess after seeing Stella's black eye, and Jason felt so bad about the door jamb situation. All of this happened (no kidding) within a twenty minute period. After the kids' were snug as bug, Jason and I both fell onto the couch and stayed there for about three hours - in bed by midnight (three hours past my old lady bedtime), and not even a prayer for waking up on time to miss traffic.

Friday has been (so far)... not quite as freaky as Thursday. Thank goodness.
Happy weekend, ya'll!

January 18, 2010


"When you are right you cannot be too radical;
when you are wrong, you cannot be too conservative."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

January 16, 2010

The Princess & the Frog

Baby boy James and I went on a date today to see Princess & the Frog, the new Disney cartoon. Much like Alvin & the Chipmunks outing, we ate crackers, saw "friends" sitting behind us, and devoured ice cream after the show. I like having a "boy" versus a "baby," the new interaction is divine. He leapt all over the movie theater seats, like a frog, but he was good for the most part. Just a two year old boy turned froggy. Ribbit.

Stella girl is traveling at the speed of light. She runs, not walks. The fights between James and Stella have begun - "mine" and "no, Sissy." I imagine this will not stop any time soon. She loves her Daddy best, just as little girls should. The Princess, and her daddy.

As for me, I feel I require an update from the last post. This week was bizarre. And I don't think there's been a five minute period where I haven't wanted to throw up.

I have resigned from my current job as a litigation attorney to pursue a new career opportunity. As I am cleaning out my office and wrapping up my responsibilities, I cannot believe that these changes are happening. Nothing makes sense, and yet, it all makes perfect sense. I loved my job. And yet, I have submitted my resignation. I know why, but I am still figuring out the how...while at the same time, it's all worked out for me. The why, the how. It's fine.

Prior to this rapidly changing course, I had been reading a book by Po Bronson, appropriately entitled What Should I Do with My Life. Part of the introduction hit me like a ton of diapers, as follows:

"I learned that it was in hard times that people usually changed the course of their life; in good times, they frequently only talked about change. Hard times forced them to overcome the doubts that normally gave them pause. It surprised me how often we hold ourselves back until we have no choice. So the people [within this book have] suffered layoffs, bankruptcies, divorces, evictions, illnesses, and the deaths of loved ones, and as a result, they were as likely to stumble into a better life as they were to arrive there by reasoned planning. They made mistakes before summoning the courage to get it right. Their path called into question the notice that a 'calling' is something you inherently know whnere you're young. Far from it. These people discovered in themselves gifts they rarely realized they had."

And while my new "path" is not too far from the old one... it is definitely a change. At the bare minimum, during this week I have learned much about myself... that I am the type of person to take a leap. But when I think back, I've been leaping all along, from one weird vision/experience to another.

And to make matters better, I married an even BIGGER froggy. My husband - he's the Frog King. I've never seen leaps like he's taken, and I'll probably never reap the rewards like him either. But perhaps, I'm taking cues from him. Ribbit.

Hmmmm, maybe we're all frogs in this family. The Frog Family.

Well, actually... I think Stella is probably still a princess.

Love to you all -

January 7, 2010

Snow and Sadness

Tonight it snows. Big news for the Southern folks. A 25 mile drive from work... I'm probably "snowed" in tomorrow. Two years in Atlanta has taught me: 1) do not attempt to drive with idiotic ATL snow drivers; and 2) bring home a pile of work each night in case of inclement weather. Check, check.

I hope for a big play snowday, sometime between drafting a motion for summary judgment and preparing for court on Monday. Snow day. The best part of being the South. Bundled babies, snow, a camera. Delicious.

Tonight, things are changing professionally, life is changing. I know it. I sense it, and I know it, and I cannot speak of it (because I really don't know what the heck is going on). Things are about to be different, and I will face this fact by noon on Monday. My limited information knows that things are in the works...and my 7th sense knows that things will never be the same.

When I was small, I never understood what the "peace that passes all understanding" meant. Now, I feel it in my veins. God has a hand, an infinite wisdom. My personal life is in the peace. And the rest.. it's all in the stars. But if half is at peace, I consider myself a lucky ducky.

Love to all -

Proof that Stella Walks

January 3, 2010

Old School

In the year long mission to rid the Atwood house of all remnants of my former hording life, Jason and I are burning all of our old CDs to computer and iTunes.

Tonight, I am sitting on the couch, watching "the Cutting Edge" and burning "Jagged Little Pill," and I cannot help but think about the songs that James and Stella will know and love throughout their life. Alanis Morrisette is a serious teenage angst artist for me, taking me back to my old Mustang and one specific night driving down Abercorn Street in Savannah - completely free - well, free at least until 10:30 curfew.
Both of the babes are quite musical. But perhaps all children are. But what music will they love? James and Stella dance and sway their heads to all kinds. Jason tends to sway them to country and rap. I like the top 40 and the folk stuff. Yesterday, Stella got down to some old school Tori Amos in the Pilot on our way home from the doc. My girl.

I'm so thankful for the opportunity to know these little people, to see them both develop their own voices and opinions, taste in music. The development of the children is so fascinating to me, and especially in this technologically driven world. For instance, tonight James wanted me to tell him a story while he was sitting in my lap at the dinner table. I told him about the Little Mermaid (well, an abridged Disney version) and he wanted to see the Little Mermaid. So we went online and found a picture. He said, "Oh, okay. Mermaid." But then we went to You Tube and found video from the Disney movie, Arial singing "Part of Your World". Instantly, he was obsesssed, and a little smitten with ole Arial, wanting to see the video again and again. He will probably marry a redhead...just from tonight. The power of music and technology.

Well, back to the grind of work tomorrow. Singing a song of sadness tonight. It's been a nice break.

January 2, 2010


So we have our big talker Stella. She's a quiet girl to begin with, so she's a lady of few words... but so far we have: Dada; Mama; Buh-buh; and Uh-oh (my favorite!)

There was alot of the "uh-oh" today. I took Stella to the doctor (yes, on a Saturday) because she had what appeared to be blood in her poo. Yikes. So we go to the doc, and wait for two hours alongside the sick and afflicted, flu-ridden munchkins, only for the doc to tell me that the antibiotic she was taking for her cold actually causes red poo.

Now, I am big fan of diagnosing my children online before heading to the doctor, and I found this information before the visit. I asked the nurse when I called. I asked the lady at the front desk: could the antibiotic be causing this? No one said anything.

Then once we meet with the doctor, she's enraged that no one told me that yes, an antibiotic could be causing the bloody poo. The Doctor promptly calls it a "no charge" visit. At this time, Stella says "uh-oh" and I'm thinking, darn right uh-oh... there goes Saturday.

January 1, 2010

Two Bestest Nights Out

1) Last night: simple trip to the local Mexican restaurant for Stella Rae's birthday dinner. We ate a tantrum-free meal and it was a blast. And to celebrate, James drank milk from a cup with a straw, and did not throw a fit. Stella ate guacamole and relished in her birthday.

2) Tonight, the Blue Willow Inn in Social Circle, Georgia welcomed the empty-bellied Atwoods with open arms and absolutely no annoyance that we brought two young children in tow. The food was fantastic, and I've never seen a two year old devour a giant piece of chocolate cake...after six fried green tomatoes, two helpings of mac & cheese, mashed potatoes and sweet potato souffle. Kids two and under eat free... they really lost their butts on us.