If you know our family, you know that literacy does not go unnoticed. When your momma is a early childhood researcher who focuses half of her work on early literacy, you can wager that there will be some strategies that creep into our home interactions.
So, it comes as no surprise then that we started Collin down the road to reading when he was about 3 I think and had him reading just before Kindergarten. He's an avid reader now, so its fantastic to see that hard work pay off.
Owen though, not to be overlooked decided that he wanted to read too. When I was doing reading lessons with Collin he would ask for his own reading lessons, and when he was about 3 1/2 we started to appease him. It didn't take him long- he seems to make sense of letters and sounds in a way that is natural to him. The words roll right off his little tounge. And so, we committed to another round of teacher your child to read in 100 easy lessons. Owen took it on like a champ and buzzed through the book finishing up in September of 2015 at the ripe age of 4 and a half. He was ecstatic about doing his own reading and how has really taken a liking to the Elephant and Piggie books by Mo Williams. I love watching him work through text and build his fluid reading skills. Sometimes they take us awhile and he still needs help on some words, but overall, he's off to a fantastic start. Here's a video (warning, its long, it takes him like 18 minutes or something to read the book) but its an adorable window into how books interact with his life.
In a few years I am sure I'll watch this video over and over and wish for the days when he was still a preschooler just learning his way in this world. Today thoughts, its a bright shining moment to be proud of our persistent Owen.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Halloween 2015
Happy Halloween!
If you are tracking along with our posts this year you know that our first Halloween celebration was at Disney world, where we went to the Magic Kingdom's Hallowishes parade and trick or treating night. It was tons of fun and also is the root of how the costumes came to be this year- we needed a family get up, and so we decided as a family the boys would be cops and the parents would be the "bad guys". Drew and I work our "prison" jumpsuits and the boys were dressed in uniform. It worked out well! We had a blast in our first go of halloween happenings and continued to celebrate back in Minnesota.
When Halloween actually rolled around, Owen's preschool, as it always does had a Halloween party. Unfortuately Owen was super sick that day and had to stay home, so this year we don't have any photos of the Halloween fun had at school. That didn't crimp our style too much though as we still got to do many fun Halloween things!
We went to the Boo Zoo, which we've done every year since the boys were born and they had a ton of fun. It was unseasonably warm so they were comfy and we love that the Zoo gives out a fair amount of healthy treats- apples, pears, yogurt, stickers and not so much on the candy side.
We also went to the PCOTW trunk our treat, which we've also done for a few years and the boys love it. Its a convenient way to get a dose of candy quickly. Again, it was pretty warm, so we put on our gear and wandered the parking lot. The boys especially loved the trunk exhibits that were super clever- including a star wars one with Chewbacca (pastor David), which made their day.
After trunk or treat we came back home to do the traditional halloween stink around the neighborhood, I stayed home to hand out candy and the boys took off. It wasn't a half hour later Owen was back home ready for bed. This kiddo really was sick. He didn't even want to trick or treat, which was a bummer. Luckily, he got quite the stash in the half hour he was out and Collin brought him home even more. Candy isn't exactly a typical treat in our house, so three months later its still not even close to gone, and gasp, I've thrown a good portion of it away!
Halloween was exciting for them as always and marked the beginning of fall, which we also love in Minnesota, even though it happens for only a few brief moments it seems. Here's to happy fall weather and another year of trick or treating under their belts!
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Hawaii
There are days when I complain about my job. Soft funding really can be stressful, and the constant push to do more, do better is sometimes taxing. But beneath every moment of irritation, there is a deep and real commitment to what I do. In all honesty, I love my job. If I didn't have the work the continue to press on with, I would go stir crazy. I'm designed to keep thinking, to keep learning, to keep pushing the envelope.
Sometimes, I even have moments where my job loves me back. Like this one. This year we applied to and were accepted to the Society for the Scientific Study of Reading (SSSR). Its a smallish conference with big names, big thinking and always somewhere amazing. This was our first time there, and it really was the best of all worlds. Great intellectual thinking, amazing scenery and the perfect chance to learn and refocus on what's ahead.
My research team, including my two GRAs, traveled to the big Island. I've never been to any island in Hawaii, but I had heard the least about the big island. I wondered early on if we were getting this close to paradise, to only miss it. Boy was I wrong.
We stayed at the Hapuna Beach prince Resort hotel. It was amazing! The beach is the best I've ever been to, hands down. Amazing sand, beautiful ocean waters, warm swimming. Really perfect. The big island isn't all that big too- it took us about 7 hours to drive the perimeter. We took two days to adventure when we weren't conferencing. We drove through Hilo to volcano national park and hiked there one day- a 4 mile hike down through the volcano crater. It was beautiful, stunning really.
We also traveled to Punalua beach, which is the black sand beach on the side of the island with the active volcano. The sand here is like coffee grounds. Its so interesting that its totally black and the water is so warm from the black sand absorbing the suns rays. Its also famous for the sea turtles. We saw a few here and literally ran into one at the hotel beach when we were learning how to body surf.
The trip was more than we could have hoped for, and so refreshing intellectually and physically. It was great to come back to work with a fresh start and to remember how much I love my job and how lucky I am to be able to do what I do!
Thursday, October 29, 2015
10 weeks
Dear baby-
You, of my three viable pregnancies, are the first to really drag me down and out. It 10 weeks now, and you are kicking my butt. If there is a symptom on "first trimester side effects" list that I haven't had, I don't know what it is. So far, you've made my face look like a teenager, given me more than morning sickness- more like all day naseousness, which is AWFUL. I can barely eat anything. The good news is that I don't crave anything sweet. You are a savory baby, I guess. You are also making my pants tight, already, and made my boobs as sore as humanly possible. Its a fun combination to put together. Most people I think look at me and think I might be dying of some awful illness that is contagious, and stay far, far away. I guess thats how I "glow" these day- ha ha.
On top of all of this I am exhausted. Like I require 12 hours of sleep exhaustion. The issue is, I need the sleep, but I feel even more nauseous when I wake up. So either I'm a zombie tired and not eating, or well rested, and feeling like I am going to puke. Again, fun times! These days if I take a nap it happens from 4:30-6 or so, then I go to bed around 10 and get up at 7:30. Thats right folks, I get 12 hours of sleep and still can't make it. Today I asked to sleep in and I woke up the latest I think I've every woken up- 9:45. SOOO late. That feels like half the day is gone!
Just the other day I was at an important business meeting that happened to occur in a restaurant over lunch. I was sitting with five other colleagues and we all ordered lunch. When I ordered the burger I asked for sounded good. It actually sounded delicious. When it arrived at the table I took one bite and thought immediately: STOP eating, You are going to puke on this table if you keep eating. I'm pretty sure they all thought I was so crazy, but I slowed my lunch to a three hour crawl. I ate about half of it, but not without intentionally convincing myself to not puke every bite. It was awful! Miserable!! Miserable! Miserable!
And so, so far it seems you are full of spunk on the inside. According to the midwives, your little heart is going wild- 174 beats per minute, and you are working your way around in there like a little fish, with newly formed arms and legs.
For now, I'm looking forward to the second trimester. We still haven't told anyone, and I'm looking forward to that too, all within just few weeks time. Instead of preventing myself from puking, I'm going to focus on the bright light ahead that is the second trimester!
love,
your momma
You, of my three viable pregnancies, are the first to really drag me down and out. It 10 weeks now, and you are kicking my butt. If there is a symptom on "first trimester side effects" list that I haven't had, I don't know what it is. So far, you've made my face look like a teenager, given me more than morning sickness- more like all day naseousness, which is AWFUL. I can barely eat anything. The good news is that I don't crave anything sweet. You are a savory baby, I guess. You are also making my pants tight, already, and made my boobs as sore as humanly possible. Its a fun combination to put together. Most people I think look at me and think I might be dying of some awful illness that is contagious, and stay far, far away. I guess thats how I "glow" these day- ha ha.
On top of all of this I am exhausted. Like I require 12 hours of sleep exhaustion. The issue is, I need the sleep, but I feel even more nauseous when I wake up. So either I'm a zombie tired and not eating, or well rested, and feeling like I am going to puke. Again, fun times! These days if I take a nap it happens from 4:30-6 or so, then I go to bed around 10 and get up at 7:30. Thats right folks, I get 12 hours of sleep and still can't make it. Today I asked to sleep in and I woke up the latest I think I've every woken up- 9:45. SOOO late. That feels like half the day is gone!
Just the other day I was at an important business meeting that happened to occur in a restaurant over lunch. I was sitting with five other colleagues and we all ordered lunch. When I ordered the burger I asked for sounded good. It actually sounded delicious. When it arrived at the table I took one bite and thought immediately: STOP eating, You are going to puke on this table if you keep eating. I'm pretty sure they all thought I was so crazy, but I slowed my lunch to a three hour crawl. I ate about half of it, but not without intentionally convincing myself to not puke every bite. It was awful! Miserable!! Miserable! Miserable!
And so, so far it seems you are full of spunk on the inside. According to the midwives, your little heart is going wild- 174 beats per minute, and you are working your way around in there like a little fish, with newly formed arms and legs.
For now, I'm looking forward to the second trimester. We still haven't told anyone, and I'm looking forward to that too, all within just few weeks time. Instead of preventing myself from puking, I'm going to focus on the bright light ahead that is the second trimester!
love,
your momma
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Rainbow babies
We always talked about a big family.
When I met Drew within an hour of our first conversation I asked him about kids.
I said I wanted 5.
He said he wasn't sure, maybe baby goats would be okay.
We settled at 4.
Happy wife, happy life, right?
Flash forward 8 years. (Its amazing to me that its been that long since we've been married, closer to 10 years from that conversation). Two beautiful boys later, a new house, lots of success around us. We were settling into our new digs and decided it was time to start trying for number three.
At first it went something like this:
We got pregnant so easy with the boys, lets not start until we're certain 9 months from now is ideal. Yes, thats a fantastic idea. I hope its a girl. Lets figure out what the world of research says about girls. Oh, it says that you should have sex before you ovulate because girl sperm live longer than boy sperm. Sounds like an easy plan. Hop to it.
Three months later it went something like this:
Whats going on? This is so weird. Were we just lucky to get pregnant so fast with the first two? I wonder if we should forget the girl plan and just try for the whole week. That must be it.
Six months into the adventure:
I've spent a stupid amount on pregnancy tests. This is frustrating and so depressing. It's a rollercoaster every month. The two week window is not my friend. Remember when we were planning for the "best" month to have a baby?! ha ha. That was funny stuff! A baby any time would be a blessing.
Seven months into trying:
Well, that doctors visit was not exciting. I'm apparently near "advanced maternal age" and my progesterone is very low. My doctor thinks I'm not ovulating. But what if I'm just ovulating late. Maybe we are just missing the right window?
Three weeks later: Holy shit. I'm pregnant!
Seven weeks after that: holy shit. I just had a miscarriage. Miscarriages tear your heart open. I had no idea how intense this would be. I can't do this over and over again.
Three months later: well, a round of Clomid and we're back to the two week window. I hate the waiting. I hate the anxiety. I'm not planning our life around this anymore. We have to have some sense of normalcy, I can't let the depression of loss run my life. Sigh. My heart hurts.
And then, a total of 1 year and 2 months after we started trying, Clomid looks like its done its work. My progesterone is up and this lovely message showed up on the test the day after my birthday:
At this point though I have a protected sense of being non-pregnant. In fact, I'm treating this first 10 weeks as though loss is imminent, because I can't manage the heart break again. Its the residual shell left from the first time that makes me ignore all things pregnancy. My chin is looking something like a 12 year old's and I puked at a restaurant for no apparent reasons a week or so ago, as the weeks continued I've been more nauseous than I've ever been in my life. I'm pretty sure I can't be any more tired, sore, or delerious. We'll see how things go.
Really though I feel something like this:
There's a fairly new label for babies that come after loss. They are called rainbow babies. I love this label. Its fitting, after you lose something intensely, and then find yourself with a precious gift, like a rainbow after a storm. Here's the classic photo flooding the interwebs- 10 women who've experienced loss and then months later, their rainbow of joy.
Fingers crossed for our own Rainbow baby.
When I met Drew within an hour of our first conversation I asked him about kids.
I said I wanted 5.
He said he wasn't sure, maybe baby goats would be okay.
We settled at 4.
Happy wife, happy life, right?
Flash forward 8 years. (Its amazing to me that its been that long since we've been married, closer to 10 years from that conversation). Two beautiful boys later, a new house, lots of success around us. We were settling into our new digs and decided it was time to start trying for number three.
At first it went something like this:
We got pregnant so easy with the boys, lets not start until we're certain 9 months from now is ideal. Yes, thats a fantastic idea. I hope its a girl. Lets figure out what the world of research says about girls. Oh, it says that you should have sex before you ovulate because girl sperm live longer than boy sperm. Sounds like an easy plan. Hop to it.
Three months later it went something like this:
Whats going on? This is so weird. Were we just lucky to get pregnant so fast with the first two? I wonder if we should forget the girl plan and just try for the whole week. That must be it.
Six months into the adventure:
I've spent a stupid amount on pregnancy tests. This is frustrating and so depressing. It's a rollercoaster every month. The two week window is not my friend. Remember when we were planning for the "best" month to have a baby?! ha ha. That was funny stuff! A baby any time would be a blessing.
Seven months into trying:
Well, that doctors visit was not exciting. I'm apparently near "advanced maternal age" and my progesterone is very low. My doctor thinks I'm not ovulating. But what if I'm just ovulating late. Maybe we are just missing the right window?
Three weeks later: Holy shit. I'm pregnant!
Seven weeks after that: holy shit. I just had a miscarriage. Miscarriages tear your heart open. I had no idea how intense this would be. I can't do this over and over again.
Three months later: well, a round of Clomid and we're back to the two week window. I hate the waiting. I hate the anxiety. I'm not planning our life around this anymore. We have to have some sense of normalcy, I can't let the depression of loss run my life. Sigh. My heart hurts.
And then, a total of 1 year and 2 months after we started trying, Clomid looks like its done its work. My progesterone is up and this lovely message showed up on the test the day after my birthday:
At this point though I have a protected sense of being non-pregnant. In fact, I'm treating this first 10 weeks as though loss is imminent, because I can't manage the heart break again. Its the residual shell left from the first time that makes me ignore all things pregnancy. My chin is looking something like a 12 year old's and I puked at a restaurant for no apparent reasons a week or so ago, as the weeks continued I've been more nauseous than I've ever been in my life. I'm pretty sure I can't be any more tired, sore, or delerious. We'll see how things go.
Really though I feel something like this:
There's a fairly new label for babies that come after loss. They are called rainbow babies. I love this label. Its fitting, after you lose something intensely, and then find yourself with a precious gift, like a rainbow after a storm. Here's the classic photo flooding the interwebs- 10 women who've experienced loss and then months later, their rainbow of joy.
Fingers crossed for our own Rainbow baby.
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