Koi

Koi- 18 weeks

 

Sometimes you don't really know why you are experiencing trauma and heartache until all is said and done. And sometimes you never really, fully understand. And that's ok.
2014 was a nice little package of brutal and growth for us.

Christmas 2013, we found out I was pregnant with #3. From the very start- things just didn't feel right. On April 4th we lost Koi at nearly 20 weeks pregnant. Brutal.
If it weren't for Keoni, the kids, and the awesome friends I have that just came over and dropped off food or wine, or little gifts, I'm not sure I would have come out of the sadness.

On my due date with Koi, Sept 4th, 2014 we found out I was pregnant again.

Dragon- 24 weeks

 

 

Today marks 30 weeks. This boy is active, strong, and so loved already. We call him Dragon. Dragon because when the Koi was recognized by the gods as determined and strong for getting to the top of a waterfall, they turned him into a dragon. 

So many questions already from others. Have we named him? Yes we have. What's his name? We aren't saying. But, it just might be Dragon.

 

There is so much about what happened in 2014 that I cant explain and I still don't understand fully, but we aren't meant to.  The one thing I know for sure, is I am so lucky to have Keoni as my husband. He is truly a partner and you don't realize how strong you can be for each other until you need to.

 

So, here is to 2015!!! 

 

 

*Very, public shout out to Lenka- for telling me its ok to want to stab a pregnant person when I see one, you just cant act on it. And to Camden- for climbing in bed with me and watching Dog, while I just laid there and cried. So much thanks to the rest of my soul group too! We love all of you!*





2015

 

The other day, I was just thinking about how I have 12 special, files on my computer. 12 special, files for 12 months of Kael's first year. His baby book is full. I know exactly where to look to find a sweet, picture of Kael at any month of his first year.....and there is Maes. I don't have 12 sweet, files for her. I can look on fb for pictures, but I'm not organized like I was with Kael. Her baby book is filled out, kind of. But no pictures. Sigh...and now, I'm 2 months away from having # 3. I guess I better get a baby book and start preparing now.

So, after two years, its time to update and keep up on blogging. Which I said in 2009. Kael is now 6. And Maeli is 4. Everyday is an adventure. An adventure full of broken Christmas ornaments that are still around the house, zombie hazmat costumes, Mine Craft, stuffed animals, purple blankie, and so on...

Welcome 2015!

Oregon City

Traveling with children is not enjoyable. And if you have children and disagree, then Im pretty sure you and I have nothing in common.
This past week, we took the kids up to Oregon City to see our best friends, Jese and Chris, and their girls, Kena and Charli. Jese has been my best friend since we met at McGrath's in high school. Both each other's Maid of Honors, first roommates, lots of boy stuff, and now the adventures of motherhood and the journey of having 2 children and husbands that work nights.
After leaving Bend right at our projected exit time, 10am, we thought it was smooth sailing. I had just strapped the new car DVD player to the back of the driver side seat for Kael to enjoy some Wow Wow Wubbzy and we were off. Ohhhh, right about 3 miles from the house on the parkway, I glance in the back seat just as Kael is gearing up to front donkey kick the DVD player. And sure enough *BAMM* he just kicked it. I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack as I just saw $ $ $ $ floating in the air. Luckily it didn't break. It just skipped past the previews straight to where he wanted it, the start menu. The kick jolted the seat and Keoni says, "What the hell was that?" My response in a just don't ask type of way, "Oh, nothing." He just rolled eyes.
Somehow we managed to make it to Jese and Chris' house with no other incidents. Smooth sailing!
Once in Oregon City, Kael and Kena picked up right where they left off. As did Keoni and Chris. And I got to hold little, Charli Lynn for the first time.

Kena Ann 3 years old
Charli Lynn 8 weeks old

We had a really great time in Oregon City. Of course we came home more tired than when we left, but it was well worth it and way too quick of a trip. The highlight of our trip hands down was celebrating Kena's third birthday with her! Well, that and the Old Navy shopping, test driving a WRX, and pedicure with only me and Jese...

Bad Words

I have a sister. Her name is Tami. The kids call her Ti-ti (like tea-tea). She came over for dinner and while in deep conversation with me about something I don't remember what, she said, "Damn". Kael overhead and says, "Oh, Ti-ti, that's a bad word. Don't use that word!" She responds, "What are you talking about? Your Dad says bad words all the time." Kael snaps back, "No, Daddy says F!#$K." *Sigh*

It is true. We have been fairly loose with our language. Both of us. Kael's comprehension of bad words vs. good words just kinda snuck up on us. Oops. I guess on the bright side, this brings for interesting pre shool group time conversation...

Snip snip

I so love his precious curls. But, it was time to give it a little cut and allow for the luscious, locks to grow again.

Down Boy.

Kael has a dog. He takes it for walks around the house. It is a wild dog and completely out of control! This past week the dog was jumping up on the Maeli's door and jumping all over the walls. I hear CRASH, CRASH, BANG! I peer down the hall and call, "Kael...Mae is trying to sleep." He responds. "This dog is wild, and out of control. Its so hard. He just not listen. I'm trying to hold the leash." I inform him that obedience school may be a necessity if he is to keep this dog. What kind of dog is it you ask? Its a blender base with an extra long cord.

Do the...potty dance.

"Momma, momma...come 'ere! Come 'ere." I walk over to the other side of the kitchen with a puzzled look on my face. "Momma come close. Come close." I lean down so close that I can smell his goldfish and peanut butter breath. "You hear that momma? You hear that?" "Hear what Baby?" He whispers back to me, "You hear that? I'm peeing." I stand up and say, "You know, it would make a much louder noise if you peed in the potty and not your diaper." He laughs and bounces away.
I think we are making some progress with potty training.