8.16.2011

Mid-day Thoughts

  • Our kitchen floor is either disgusting or sparkling clean, this completely dependent on time of day. Prior to a kiddo, our floor remained "kind of dirty" for months [read: years] at a time.
  • AnnaBee has taken the role of the resilient annoying little sister to J. At this age, it's adorable. She yanks his bink out of his mouth repeatedly, and grins wide with amusement as if she KNOWS it pesters the heck out of him. He doesn't yet know to retaliate (any day now), but it's obvious he's peeved. This morning, J hugged tackled her to the floor. She thought it was crazy funny and grabbed hold of him with unrelinquishing fists and wrestled him to the ground, her size on her side. She was laughing. He was not. * She reminds me of my little sister.
  • Separation anxiety is hitting the house hard. We are discovering this anxiety is of the equal-opportunity sort, which is surprising and unique. This morning she burst into tears when Aunt K left the apartment after dropping J off. She cries when Daddy leaves the room on a daily basis, and all. the. time. with me. We dug the Maya Wrap out of her closet so I can keep her close when possible, but sometimes it just isn't feasible like when I need to dunk a poopy dipe in the toilet. Good-byes are hard :(
  • We invested in an annual pass to the Omaha Zoo! 
AnnaBee's first trip to the zoo Saturday 8/13, pictured w/ J

How come nobody told me I had crazy hair that day? Or is this a normal thing...?

ma familia

she's a thumb-sucker these days <3






*For the record, I don't interfere unless someone is hurt, or bound to be. I like the babies to work things out themselves, if possible. Rough-housing is a healthy thing.

7.24.2011

We introduced plain yogurt...

... and it screwed with her (we suspect).

We started the yogurt Sunday. At the time, there were no signs that it clashed with her. She ate it four days in a row, and then the tummy troubles started. It could very well be a coincidental intestinal virus. Whatever is it is, runny diapers have been the case since Wednesday;  and we've been fighting a fever in 99.6-101 range. Her body temperature is just high enough to cause her grief. She's providing plenty of wet diapers, and she remains peppy so I don't think there's any reason to run to a doctor just yet; but I am concerned that she hasn't rounded the corner on this thing even though we are going on five days.

Today she got in one good nap, then struggled the rest of the day. Four different attempts she drifted off to sleep "for the night", only to be wailing for me twenty minutes later. Daddy doesn't cut it, she needs Mama. She has been my little shadow all day, and definitely communicated clearly when she felt there was too much distance between us (by me stepping in the bathroom to pee or running to her room to grab a fresh dipey). So we're in newborn mode. Whatever it takes. She fell asleep on my chest during the latest attempt to sleep, skin freakishly frigid and sticky with her breaking fever. She hasn't snuggled up with me like that for so long. It was bliss, even if we were uncomfortably glued together.

Poor sweetpea :(

afternoon nap on Friday

7.20.2011

The first post of this month... this season, even.

Good evening, faithful and assumedly lonely readers. (Are there any of you left?) We humbly apologize for failing to provide reading material for months on end.

Admittedly, 'providing reading material' has been rather low priority on the overlong to-do list. The good news is that naps and late-nights are now wide open for leisure activities, and the house has recovered from new baby ballistics and is... uhm... livable (#andtheworldrejoices). Blogging is back in the Top Fifty Ways to Spend My Me-Time... dutifully after folding laundry, washing diapers, picking up cheerios from the carpet, writing my senators, and watching episode after episode of American Pickers on Netflix with the hubs. Naturally.

I also want to get away from using Facebook for all my updating. During AnnaBee's infancy, posting a measly status or picture was all my time allowed. With baby now doing this thing called "sleeping stretches", I have time to extract those adult thoughts rattling in my head (amongst the day's "babababa"s and "dadadada"s) and tap them into a relatively meaningful piece of prose. One can hardly do that in 420 characters. In addition, Facebook doesn't have an archive function, and I am weary of clicking "See Older Posts" on my Facebook profile to try to update AnnaBee's baby calendar once a month. Tired indeed.

In the near future, expect to see the appearance of this blog morph and transform. I'd like to make it more "us", whatever that looks like. Also, we are no longer using our real names. Baby is AnnaBee. I am Me (until I'm not). DH is... to be determined. We were discussing possible nicknames for him earlier this evening. I volunteered that we call him Skittles (an old nickname); but that sounded rather satchelesque*, and he didn't particularly like that.



*Satch-el-esque  | sa-ch-el- ESK | adj. in the style of satchel ownership AKA resembling metrosexualism. Derived from the quote "It's not a purse, it's a satchel. [It's where I keep my Skittles.]"

3.04.2011

Hands

hands.

stretching wide good morning


dripping slimy teething


jumping firecracker! excited to eat


caressing gently flat nursing


grasping clumsy discovering


clasping tight sour fists


sweating clammy cool unsettled


holding mama's hand sleeping (stay with me)


folding peaceful good night.




your hands are beautiful

3.01.2011

Paul Arnold--born March 1, 1949 in Igloo, SD to Arnold and Maxine. Paul passed away May 8, 2004. I hadn't seen him since March or so and was due to see him that very day.


Every once in a while I find it valuable for me to write a little about my father. I suppose it helps me with the continual grieving process of which I'm going through--maybe it helps me to feel as though he's not forgotten. I often wonder if he'd be proud of where I am and where I've been--the choices I've made and how I've changed over the last nearly seven years since his death. I wonder if there'd be a particular day of the week we'd talk more than others (Sundays sound as though they'd make a good catch-up-with-your-dad kind of day). When we talked--I'm sure we'd discuss things big and small. Everything from theology to news from the technology world. Although an odd question--I wonder if he would have gotten a smart phone. I wonder if his insightfulness would have allowed me to make some choices differently or helped Meghan and me decide one thing or another. I wonder how often he and Mom would come to visit and what those visits would consist of. I ask myself how special it would have been for Annelise to be baptized and later confirmed by him. I wonder what the 'special connection' that Dad would have had with her--he seemed to have one with each of the grandkids.

I think I've typed and deleted a conclusion to this blog post 6-7 times. It seems as though I get started and then I just fall off. I run out of things to say or have some weird (irrational) fear that I'll sound corny or dorky so I'll just end it like this:

Dad, I miss you!

1.16.2011

Full answers to "How is she _________ ?"

It seems anytime there is conversation about a child under 2, two questions are asked about the child without. fail.

How is s/he eating?

How is s/he sleeping?

What I tell most people about Annelise is my short answer:

Great. She is doing both without issue, and according to what is appropriate for her age and level of development. She is thriving, both in growth and development.

I say any more than that and I risk treading the tumultuous waters of mommy-war-dom. Afterall... should it really matter to others HOW we do things? All that needs to be said is she's healthy. So I generally detest these questions, but do answer them simply and dutifully.

But I do want to take this opportunity while Annelise is sound asleep
(in my arms, as I simultaneously type two-handed [it's an learned artform])
to REALLY answer these questions for once (and for all?), and to share a few of my own thoughts (probably more than you want to know).
Because, why not? I like to write and I like to record what going on for my own use; but most of all, I like to voice my own perspectives in my own space and maybe shed some light on where we're coming from for those 1 or 2 people who were remotely curious.

So how is she sleeping?

On her side or back in our bed at night (yes, we bedshare [safely... {see Dr. McKenna's research}]), and in our arms for naps. At night she sleeps up to 5 hours at a time, mostly 2-3 hours. She nurses for 5-10 minutes and goes right back to sleep. With her nursing sessions, she sleeps from 11pm/1am- 10am/noon.

During the day, she'll nap in my arms for 1-3 hours.

We have not used our co-sleeper or crib yet. They are both up and ready to go if/when she needs them. In her early days, we tried laying her in the cosleeper, but she'd be out only 20 minutes, 45 minutes tops. Not good quality sleep. So we tried putting her in bed with me, and it was pure magic! From that point on, she slept with us, where ever "we" were. If she is put down, she wakes. Sleeping in the swing is touch and go. Most of the time she'd rather not be in it. Sometimes she'll tolerate it long enough to catch a few zzzz's, but rarely a full refreshing nap.

Our sleeping arrangements are working beautifully for us. Bedsharing at night is giving wonderful sleep to all, and cuddle-sleeping during the day is giving me bonding time and her, quality sleep time. She doesn't sleep through the night... no.... but I have no expectations that she will or "should" at any point in the future. Her needs don't stop through the night time, just like ours don't (how many times have you woken up your spouse because you needed cuddle time or to talk? or you got out of bed to relieve your bladder or grab a bite to eat? Maybe laid awake thinking?)

Yes, my arms are often tied up with my sleeping beauty resting peacefully in them, but I remind myself it won't always be this way...

We do try to employ slings/wraps whenever possible so I can lessen the pile of laundry in our bedroom and prepare meals; but the ones we have right now don't suit her personality well. She likes to observe the world around her, not be restricted by binding cloth. So, as with the swing... they're touch and go. We're waiting on an Ergo that should be arriving by mail Tuesday... hopefully we all fall in love! I am not comfortable with "sleep training", "cry-it-out", or really any methods insistent on conforming our daughter's habits to meet our expectations or convenience. We do hold her practically 23 hours a day, and we don't believe we are doing her any harm--- only LOTS of good. We pick her up and soothe her when she cries. We don't ignore her fussing. We believe her limited vocalizations are her attempts to communicate with us. Therefore, we act. We communicate back. We respond.

Ok, enough with the long-winded explanation about her sleep. Do I dare ask how she is eating?

Glad you asked :) Annelise is exclusively breastfed. I feed her whenever she wants, for any reason, wherever we are, whatever we're doing (unless she's buckled in her carseat. I'm not experienced enough to dairy cow her in a moving vehicle). Right now, that is about every 30 minutes-3 hours during the day for 10-15 minutes at a time, and every 2-5 hours at night for 5-10 minutes at a time. When she's tired/fussy/ill, it is more often. Thankfully (very very very thankfully!), it is going extremely well with few bumps along the way. We both love it and she is growing beautifully (at her 2 month checkup--- 12# 8 oz!)

The earliest days of nursing were extremely challenging. The first 3 nights, a bottle full of formula kept popping into my mind as I attempted to get her to latch on for literally hours each night. Lots of tears and stress ensued. She rapidly lost weight (lowest: 6# 3 oz). Once we got home, everything "clicked". By her fifth day, Annelise surpassed her birthweight and was at 7# 6 oz. From then on, it worked. We still dealt with improper latch issues and the resulting sore nipples, but we worked through it with time. We coasted through a few clogged ducts and mastitis with little disruption. I've really grown to love, cherish, and look forward to our nursing sessions.

We introduced the pacifier at 2.5 weeks, once we got the hang of nursing and my milk supply was established. Reluctant to have anything in her mouth other than skin, she at first didn't know what to do with it; but very quickly, she grasped the concept and enjoyed her "Paci" everywhere that nursing for comfort wasn't possible (the moving car, while her doctor looked her over). Gradually, Paci became more and more involved our daily activities--- something that I'm not completely cheerful about. Frankly, I'm jealous of that piece of silicone!!----But I am living with it because it is her choice form of comfort. Yes, Annelise prefers Paci for comfort, and nursing just for food *sigh* boy do I relish those rare occasions she lets me comfort nurse her :)

I do not believe a child should be weaned when they hit a certain age or a certain milestone; therefore, I will nurse Annelise for as long as she wants. Children will self-wean, just usually not on their parents' time-schedule :-). I would really like to carry her over through age 2 (both the WHO and AAP recommend this and there are sooo many benefits), but we'll see how it goes. This isn't a popular route in our culture, but I honestly believe this is healthiest. We will introduce solids to Annelise sometime after she turns 6 months, depending on when she shows signs of readiness. We like the concept of "baby-led weaning" (that is, letting the child feed themselves actual table food, rather than spoon-feeding purees). We will not do baby cereal, for health reasons.


*So this is us right now. (Just want to emphasize US) While prior to parenting I had basic ideas and research in place, we generally do what works for our girl--- what gives her the best possible sleep, the best possible nutrition. Maybe these will change in the near future. Maybe not. Maybe our next child will have very different needs. What I've learned thus far is that you have to be flexible and responsive to the needs of your child, which means sometimes employing means you wouldn't otherwise consider (bedsharing certainly wasn't our intention!). Certainly, if your child gets his or her best sleep in their room in their crib--- then that's where he or she should be. Likewise with feeding. While breastmilk has unsurpassable benefits, little lives have been saved by infant formula when breastmilk was not available. Different strokes for different folks. What works for me may not work for you, and vice versa.

12.11.2010

Annelise is...

Annelise is...

... 1 month and 6 days old (or, 5 weeks and 1 day!)

... waking 2-3 times a night to eat. Often, these are short feedings since she stockpiles in the evenings.

... smiling in response to us! She likes "chin choppers" and kisses on the face. She bit me while nursing this morning, causing me to cry out suddenly in pain. Her reaction to my outburst: a big ol' grin!

... very much loved by her kitties. They often join us in bed for family cuddles; and give
Lise gentle kisses on her head, and affectionate head butts. :)

... just getting over her first cold. Saline drops and the 'snot sucker' are not her favs.

... putting on the chunk. I adore every new crease and am amazed with each outgrown outfit (and is it hard to pack away those little clothes!). Her last weigh-in at 2 weeks clocked her at 7 lbs 4 oz. She's certainly well over 8 lbs now, I'm sure.

... alert and observant, craning her neck to check out her surroundings. Lately, she gazes at the Christmas tree.

... going to be stringing words together any day now! Ok, not really... but she is itching to "talk". She loves to sit tummy-to-tummy with us, as we hold her face toward ours. We have our best conversations this way!

... known for her "OHHH!" face

... holding her head up very well, for several seconds at a time.

... SO well loved!!

12.02.2010

A Late Announcement

Yup, I'm no longer pregnant... and haven't been for nearly a month. Wow, where does the time go?!

We went in for induction the evening of November 3, had a c-section November 5, and came home November 8 with a beautiful baby GIRL!

ANNELISE KAYTE
born November 5, 2010
at 12:29 am
7 lbs 1.5 oz, 20 inches

Tomorrow, Annelise will be four weeks old. In some ways, it feels like we just came home with her, as we are still trying to get in the swing of this whole parenthood thing. In other ways, she's been with us forever and it's weird to think it has ONLY been four weeks. She is sooo well loved by the two of us, and our family and friends. I can't wait to watch her grow.

10.30.2010

2 days overdue


Still here, still pregnant.

A massage is on this morning's to-do list. We're strongly hoping it brings on labor.

If I'm still preggo midweek, I will be induced. We'd go in Wednesday night for a cervical-softening agent, then start pitocin Thursday morning. Induction is, by far, not our preferred route. As such, we are doing whatever we can---within reason--- to get me to go into labor and have this baby on my own.

Hopefully our next post is a birth announcement :-)

9.17.2010

Like father, like fetus.

I felt the first tiny kicks on a Friday in late June, at just over 22 weeks pregnant. I was visiting my mom that weekend, and she was able to feel those first flutters just above my belly button. At home in Omaha working, Stephen he was unable to be present for that milestone.

Since that weekend, I have been trying with futility to get Daddy in on the action. However, Erfurt was still so small then that it took a great deal of patience to feel anything on the outside; and most of the time, these kicks occurred for a couple of seconds, and not again for hours. So no such luck. By 28 weeks, those tiny infrequent kicks had evolved into belly-rocking jabs. I'd call Stephen over, thinking "surely he'll feel these!", but our faces would slowly fall as we'd sit in continued silence, his hand on my belly, waiting, waiting, waiting...

Stephen joked that Erfurt must hate him. We both knew that couldn't be further from the truth; but still, we were a bit discouraged. Feeling the baby move is usually the first chance daddies-to-be have to experience the reality of fatherhood.

As time zoomed forward and my belly grew further outward, we began seeing the humor in Erfurt's consistent Daddy-evasions. You see, Stephen has a nimble and wacky sense of humor. If you didn't catch it the first time, you're out of luck. Often, I'd ask him to "do that again" so as to prolong or relive the laughter. 99% of the time, he refuses. "I don't perform".

Like father, like fetus.

My OB has commented during 3 different check-ups that our baby is a trickster and always gives her a run for her money. It is now routine to take several minutes to pick up Erfurt's heartbeat. He (or she) is either darting away from the doppler, or curled up in the most awkward positions. We even had to resort to an ultrasound once because he (or she) was being such a stinker.

So Daddy's vain attempts to feel the baby have turned into bonding moments nevertheless. Each venture only confirmed all the more that this kid has personality!

Two nights ago, I was watching a movie in bed, and the child was going nuts. It felt like he (or she) was going to punch himself (or herself) out my ribs. If I can stay perfectly quiet and make sure Stephen doesn't talk, surely he'll get to feel it this time, right? I slowly reached for my phone and texted Stephen to come in the room but DON'T TALK. Well, he followed orders, but the kid was still. Darn, stumped again! I guess my slow reach for my phone let him (or her) know something was up...

But we are happy to say tonight, exactly 12 weeks from the initial quickening, Stephen was able to finally catch Erfurt in action! We had to trick him (or her) by me maintaining a consistent breath rate and refraining from all movement. I discreetly beckoned Stephen over to my side of the couch with my index finger; silently, he scooted over. I lightly placed his hand just under my ribs.

Bump. "Was that it??" I nodded my head, grinning.

Bump bump bump. "That too?" YES!

Then Erfurt gave an emphatic kick that visibly rocked my belly. "Whoa that was weird!!"



Gotcha, Erf!

9.11.2010

33 weeks and counting down!

According to my tickers plastered all over the internet, we have 47 days to go until our due date.

I like that number. It is much smaller than 250. :-)

The Knittels are deep in baby-preparation. We are trying not to leave socks on the living room floor and underwear in the bathroom. Dishes are done immediately after meals, our fridge only houses non-expired food items from now on, and our pantry is (slowly) getting organized. Stephen made a massive batch of beef jerky that should get us through our short hospital stay, weeks of baby bootcamp, Christmas, and 2011 in its entirety. I've prepared a few soups and stews for our freezer. We obliterated the mountain of laundry in our bedroom. All clothes are clean, and either folded or hung up. Erfurt's room is organized to satisfaction. Our first load of baby laundry (NB & 0-3 whites) whirls in the washer as I type.

The kitties completed sniffing all baby items by mid-August, but remain curious about the co-sleeper that took up residence next to our bed this last week. They believe with certainty Erfurt's first bed is theirs to test out. Naturally.

We still have a few little things to accomplish in the weeks ahead, but we are confident a newborn wouldn't get lost in this apartment should it choose to arrive early.

Erfurt him-/herself is very obviously growing. Movement is not be as frequent as it was when swimming in utero was a daily activity for our little fetus, but now a single kick or jab reverberates throughout my whole belly. I do experience the typical discomforts of late pregnancy, but still nothing that compels me to wish the pregnancy over. I even wonder if I'll get to that point. I truly love being pregnant, and am even a little sad that this phase will be behind us in a few short weeks (as an even better one begins).

9.08.2010

On my honor...

I promise I'm going to update this blog very soon. Really.
Stay tuned!

3.22.2010

Gifts

We are still several weeks away from starting physical preparations for this baby, but in the meantime, we are being blessed by family. Here are a few of our early gifts:

I received this insightful book last weekend from Uncle John, Aunt Carol, and Cousin Roniah

From Aunt Kristen, a zoo animals unisuit w/ bib and a bath set; so sweet!

This weekend, we received by mail this beautiful, handmade baby quilt lovingly crafted by Stephen's Aunt Peggy. It's so soft and already very cherished!

THANK YOU!!!

In response to the inquiries about the baby's nickname: Stephen's nickname in utero was "Erfurt", so we thought it would be fun to carry on the namesake. It wasn't until after the fact that we learned Stephen's dad was also called "Erfurt" as a bun in the oven. We have no idea how Grandpa and Grandma Knittel came up with this name; little did they know that "Erfurt" would stick around generation after generation. The usual nicknames-"Peanut", "Bean", "Gummy Bear"- never really appealed to me, but you tend to want to call your kid SOMETHING to avoid references to him or her as an "it". I love that our baby has a special name right off the bat!

3.17.2010

We're back-- with one more in tow!!

Valentine's Day we received the best news of our life. We are finally, gratefully, blissfully PREGNANT!

I'm writing this to provide a background on how we came to receive this blessed gift, for this pregnancy was long sought after. The journey here has been bumpy and certainly no fun. We've spent five years hoping for a surprise, but receiving disappointment month after month, year after year. For "not trying but not preventing", I became VERY well-acquainted with negative pregnancy tests. I do believe I held up quite strong in spite of it all, due to my faith.

I was diagnosed with PCOS in 2006 with longish and/or missing cycles, but only [very] recently did we come to accept something was truly physiologically amiss. Ideally, I wanted this baby to come without any thought on our part, but the more time skipped away, the more we warmed up to seeking help. I had been ovulating unmedicated for nearly a year (due to weight loss), but still no baby. I felt something more had to be going on.

In October, we started our first cycle of Clomid 50 mg with my OBGYN-- no success.
We repeated the protocol in November--- again, no success.

November/December we consulted with a group of Reproductive Endocrinologists (I'll use "RE" for short) at the wonderful Heartland Reproductive Center here in Omaha. We underwent a battery of tests, including bloodwork for each of us, a hysterosalpingogram for me (ouch.) and a semen analysis for him (blush.) Things with me looked as they should, but Stephen had an interesting issue with "the troops". Their number was exponentially massive (>1 billion --- when "normal" is 20-60 million), but only a straggling few (8%) were in good shape. The screwed up boys were blocking the way for our good-looking stragglers. Apparently, crowding was our problem all along. (I googled the heck out of this, btw, and couldn't find a case like it!)

January, we started our first protocol with the RE. I took Clomid 5o mg again. I visited the clinic for a series of ultrasounds to make sure my follicle was growing as it should (it was!). At the beginning of February, I gave myself a shot of hCG to ensure the egg's release was nice and strong. The following day, I went in for an intrauterine insemination (IUI), lovingly called "the turkey baster method". The RE "cleaned" the troops before the insemination so ONLY the good guys would get through. It was easy and painless-not a big deal in the slightest. I was actually shocked at how fuss-less the procedure turned out to be, less significant than a pap.

Two weeks later, I returned home from visiting my sister in Colorado Springs, accompanied by car-sickness-prone-nausea, sore breasts, and a weird knot sensation in my abdomen. Stephen prodded me to test-- even though it was late at night--- and so I did. For him. For laughs. And, boy, did we laugh when we saw that second line! We couldn't stop laughing! Test after test, that second line appeared. On the 15th we read the word "Pregnant" on a digital test and our world hasn't been the same since.

6 weeks - a tiny speck of baby at barely 3 cm

7 weeks and almost a whole cm long, with beautiful beating heart!

"Erfurt" is expected to arrive October 28, and is perfect as can be, currently the size of a raspberry. We are approaching 8 weeks Thursday- very smooth sailing so far with mild symptoms. I do need a nap most days, and smells tend to be a bother. Some days I eat like a pig; other days I would happily do without food, if not for growing a person. It's hard to believe we have only a month left of the first trimester!

*We have a new widget on our blog's right sidebar - watch Erfurt grow!

12.21.2009

2009 in Review by Facebook

In the spirit and tradition of the season-- and in tune with our culture's online communication phenomenon--- I will now attempt to sum up 2009 using each month's first Facebook status. This should be interesting.

~January~
"Meghan Knittel got her sister hooked on tv-crack, AKA Lost"
Why, yes she did, all in one week during Christmas break. In fact, every new Lost episode from this status forward was viewed along with her sister through the invention that is iChat. Keep in mind, sister was only mildly interested to begin with. Meg manipulated. Meg proselytized. Meg won.


~February~
"Meghan Knittel is excited to read her new books"
Wait, she received new books? Which books were these? Apparently she read these books she was so excited about only to have her memory promptly obliviated- or, she didn't read them at all. Maybe the new books were forgotten as soon as the fated status was entered. Mysterious.


~March~
"Meghan Knittel had way too much fun making babies online"
Since she and he were having difficulty with this task in real life, Meg resorted to creating cyber-morphed hatchlings derived from the couple's front-facing photographs. After hours of silly fun, the proposed kids still didn't look right. Maybe there's a reason procreation isn't their strong suit. If several hours made a misshapen monster, imagine what 15 minutes of passion might do in real life??!


~April~
"Chocolate shakes make the tum feel better"
Ah, yes, one of the first Metformin nausea episodes. 'Tis true that thick icy chocolate counters the impulse to hurl- especially when it is the faux variety from McDonald's.


~May~
"must. stay. awake."
It would have behooved her to go to bed rather than punctuate like that.


~June~
"Meghan Knittel is installing the newest version of her enduring vice! Sims 3 is in stores NOW, people!"
...and it still is for those of you who did not get the message six months ago.


~July~
"Meghan Knittel wishes her fat cat was a dog so she can him to Petsmart for a sniff-everything fest. Howard would love that."
Howard would also love 39 meals a day and drinking tuna juice from the faucet, but neither are going to happen any time soon.


~August~
"Meghan Knittel is getting stuff in line for school and scheduling eye appointments for us both!"
The ensuing appointment was the first to occur in five years of wedded life {sad}. Her glasses retired after six years of faithful and partially inadequate service. On the bright side, the new lenses arrived in time for a fresh semester of eye straining.


~September~
"Meghan Knittel is soooooooo thirsty."
Fluid deprivation pre-cholecystectomy is about as enjoyable as eating sand and peanut butter, then washing it down with the Pacific.


~October~
"By this time tomorrow, I'll be hanging out with E and S, and in theory, have all my homework done"
The weekend commencement of their collective maturation involved excessive Sarah Silverman, donning a Husker corn head publicly, and opting for pizza after M, E, and St declared sushi "alright" (AKA: GROSS).


~November~
"Meghan Knittel just read a text out loud that she shouldn't have. I feel so bad for 'that old lady.' It's all Elia's fault!"
Things learned: 1) Don't read text messages out loud in mixed company 2) If you do, adamantly blame it on the sender and make her feel as guilty as possible 3) "That old lady" actually has a name, wow!


~December~
"Happy Birthday, Grandma"
Five kids, ten grandkids, and five great-grandkids later, she is 76. Grandma's awaiting knee surgery, but she's still as feisty as ever!

11.30.2009

Random thoughts for this last day in November

  1. Homemade iced coffee rocks.
  2. Today we celebrate our VERY FIRST first anniversary living in a single domestic structure.
  3. Happy Birthday, Aunt Sashie!

11.08.2009

New Post in the Alpha Blog

There is a new post in Meghan's Alpha-1 blog.

Click here to go to it.

10.10.2009

Bulleted update

I have a load of studying to do, so, naturally, I am taking this time to update the blog.

  • Amazingly enough, we will live here beyond a year. Stephen accepted a position as a float manager, acting as a district-manager-in-training. It's a step in the right direction, and I am beaming with pride for all he has accomplished thus far in his career. He will help out in a circuit of stores. It involves lots of driving, and because of that we...
  • ... retired our newlywed '04 Ford Focus, which was pretty far gone for its age, unfortunately. We will always remember rotten potatoes, the way trash seemed to grow out of the floorboards, toating my young boys, and our many, many a road trips. Its replacement is an '07 Honda Accord. This newer car is dynomite, and perfect for Mr. Stephen's transportation needs.
BTW, what color is this car?
  • We have a consultation with a Reproductive Endocrinologist Nov. 3. Depending on the state of my ovaries, we might be doing a round of Clomid this month with my OBGYN as we wait. We didn't expect to be at this point until sometime after 2010, but an interesting series of events occurred that led us to start now. We are hopeful and excited, but our fervor is tempered with years of no success. That's a good thing, I think. We are certainly not assuming anything. All we can do is wait and see what the future holds, and try to take good care of ourselves in the meantime.
  • School is good- not much to report. I am definitely more involved in my Med. Terminology course than the other two. Classtime is well-structured, and the homework we receive are excellent learning tools. I can't say the same for the other two classes.
  • The kitties are good. Howie is still fat and Zoe is still a tweet-tart.


HMMM, that's about it! Onto homework. Which means, a bathroom break, grabbing a snack, stepping outside to take a few more pictures of our wintry weather, maybe putting in a movie, and THEN considering cracking open my books. By then, I'll be really tired though...

Can we just skip Halloween?

Fall is a brief visitor in Nebraska. :-)



10.02.2009

End of One Era, Beginning of Another

Well, I have to say, it's been a fun ride over the last two and a half years learning how to be a successful leader in our business. I've relocated my family three times in this time period and I have to say, it's paid off big time. Financially to an extent, but more so as an opportunity to grow. I've learned how to be away from family (both mine and Meghan's) and create our own life. I've learned how to (fairly successfully) lead people and how to run a business. I've learned about networking and the importance of it. I've seen a lot of good people come and go, and learned that life moves on. I've learned that I'm a capable worker and appreciated. I've learned that businesses move quickly and in order to not get thrown off, you have to brace yourself and react quickly. I've learned that this ISN'T for everyone, and that doesn't have to make me upset. I've learned LOTS---probably more than I care to take the time to mention. Additionally, I feel as though my marriage has actually strengthened since we've moved. Meghan and I's relationship is amazing--I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Now it's time to start a new venture. No, I don't have to leave this organization to do so, I'm able to keep my benefits and simply change my role. I'm very excited to see what I'll be in 12 months. I'm hopeful that I'll learn have learned a lot more and changed for the better. Change truly does energize me (even if it does stress out my wife)!



Stephen