This blog is just about my life and mostly revolves around my son, Jamie. This blog is a combination of everything, whether it may be a new recipe I tried, a good freebie I found, something funny Jamie said, or feelings I'm having about life in general. There's little rhyme or reason. I'll never win any blogging awards, but I enjoy writing about our lives and I mostly do it for my son. It's so easy to forget moments over the years. I've got all these little tidbits of our life in print and I hope that someday Jamie can enjoy them.

I called this blog Mother of Life, Mother of Loss because of my issues with pregnancy loss and the joy of finally bringing this wonderful person into the world. Truly, I feel the pains of loss, but you won't see too much of that here. I am blessed and I am, above all else, a mother of life.

After all the years of infertility and loss, Matthew and I were blessed with a surprise pregnancy. We were pregnant with twins, but unfortunately, Baby A could not stay with us. Baby B grew into a healthy and happy baby girl that we named Bella Marie. We are so blessed to have two beautiful children.

Friday, November 7, 2008


Jamie just says funny things all the time. Last night when I picked him up out of our bed to move him to his own he startled awake and said, "Where is it? Where is it?" I could never get him to tell me what he was looking for he just told me, "I want to do it myself." and went back to sleep on my shoulder.

Today he turned on the calculator. A little while later he came back into the office to find it was turned off. He said, "Hey, who turned off my calculator." I said, "It turned itself off." He turned to me, looking a bit offended, and said, "What did you say about me?"

When I tell him to go to bed he usually tells me, "I'm not sleepy. I'm just waking."

He's become a master negotitor, as well. I'll ask him if he wants me to make him a sandwich and he'll say, "What about candy?" I tell him no and he he'll put a finger to his chin and say, "Hmmm, well... what about popcorn?" We'll go through this with several items he can not have until he comes to an item that can be on the menu, "Hmmm, what about sandwich?" Okay buddy, I can do that.

For most things now days we are in the grasp of the "me do phase". Somehow dressing himself isn't a priority for his growing independence, though in my opinion it should be on the top of the list. When I force him to try to put on his own clothes he says, "I'm too little." I tell him he's a big boy and he says, "No, I'm just little." He can do it. He just doesn't want to for some reason.

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