It’s ALL Good….

I am having so much fun, y’all. I am. Life has this ebb and flow thing. Even when things are kind of tough– financially, child rearing wise, or whatever, life is still good to us. I’m so grateful for so many things– healthy babies, a beautiful home, being able to pay the bills, being able to feed our family…  Someone has smiled upon us, not a moment goes by that I don’t know that.

Noah was having some behavioral stuff for the past couple of years. I never talked about it here because it’s one of those snooze topics. But there have been several points in my mothering of him that I’ve thought he was ADHD in a severe way. He is a BEAUTIFUL and AMAZING little person. But he’s given us a run forour money, for sure. I’m pleased though that over the last 3 months, Noah has done some changing. He really really has. It’s like night and day. His doctor told me she thought he was an “immature 3-year-old” and that really kind of summed it up for me. She was right. It sounds weird, how can a 3 year old be immature? Or how could he not be immatureat 3 years old. But what she was saying is that he’s just immature for the social level of a 3 year old. I’m so grateful that he’s starting to catch up. He’s a fun little guy!

Bella is amazing. She’s just amazing. She is the apple of my eye. She’s a chatty little thing, she’s got my kind of humor. And man, she’s so mature and smart and bright. She’s only got a few more months at home with me before she heads off to Kindergarten. Ohhh it breaks my heart. I’m going to miss her with my whole heart and soul. It’s bittersweet, you know?

Austin is my buddy. We’ve been hanging out A LOT lately and I love it. He’s just so fargin’ funny, I can’t stand it. He makes me roll. I adore him. He’s an amazing friend and such a good kid. He makes me so proud.

Caleb is growing something fierce! He’s eating some solids now and loves it. He’s in the 70th percentile for his age– almost 5 months. I’m proud to look at his rolls and fluff and, for the first time, know that my body solely fed this healthy sweet fellow. He’s my first baby that actually was a good nurser, once he got it figured out. I’m grateful for that because he is my last baby, I love the nursing bond, and it burns mad calories to boot. He’s a momma’s boy, he is such a lovable & happy baby, and he looks soooooooo much like Jeremy. It’s like having a pocket sized Jeremy– only fluffier and squishy and a little cuter. :-)

Jeremy is so amazing. What a man! He’s such a loving husband, so thoughtful and intuitive. I’m madly in love. Still. Always have been. I look at him and swoon. He had his cholesterol checked a few weeks ago and his levels came back high. So, we’ve been working together to get it down. It’s good for us because we’re making lifestyle changes and it trickles down to our kids. We’re all eating really well. And I can’t stand the thought of feeding him things that hurt his heart. It’s weird, I thought I could love him more through the foods I made. I never thought that all of my baked goodies and cheese dripping casseroles were hurting him. Now I’m having to come up with new ways to show love– not by making his favorite cookies but by making him eat his oatmeal every morning (he calls it “cruel gruel”). I love his heart. Gotta take care of him so I can still swoon over him for another 40+ years…

And Stepherz? Well, I’m losing weight. I’ve lost 14 pounds over the last month by eating healthy. I have 10 more to go to get back into my teeny jeans. I’m at 145 right now and feeling great. I just cut back on the bad stuff and I mean NO bad stuff– no more cheese, no cakes, minimal bread, no potatoes, only brown rice, no cereal, no sugar, fat free everything, and lots of lean meats and veggies. My biggest weakness was cereal before bed and now I eat nothing after 7 pm. I have a big, hot, delicious cup of English tea if I feel a little hungry at night. I eat oatmeal for breakfast too (although unlike Jeremy, I love it). I feel fantastic!I’m getting STOKED about my trip to NC. I’m sooooo soooo excited. I’m falling off the diet bandwagon for that week, I’m sure. But that’s alright. And lastly, I’m starting a modeling school in April. I’m so excited and preoccupied with it. I lie in bed at night thinking about advertisement pitches, slogans, the materials I need, how big to make my classes, where to hold the classes, finding a good photographer, writing the handbook and curriculum, doing the paperwork to get my certificate… It’s all coming together though, I’m almost done with my business plan and curriculum, and I’m finally losing enough weight to put my heels back on and practice my runway. SOOOO exciting! The truth is that I’ve dreamed of doing this for years. I never talked about it. Then the economy got so bad that I got discouraged, figured I’d be too old to do it by the time people have money to spend again. But then Jeremy, out of the blue, said “Steph, you could start your own modeling school and really make it successful.” My dream sprouted wings when he said that! It may have hiccups because of the economy, but I’m up for the challenge. I have the experience (long story there), LOVED working with teen aged girls when I previously Instructed, LOVE fashion. It’s perfect. I could wait until the economy gets better. But sometimes you have to grab it by the balls and make it happen.

Soooo, I have so much going on, so much positive energy, sooooo much to look forward to. Things in 2010 are looking good. I’m happy, I’m loved, I have this extraordinary family that puts wind in my sails. I have healed relationships with family, I have confidence, I have support. It’s good. It’s alllllll good.

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Guess what!?

Chicken butt.

Jeremy always says that when I say, “Guess what?” It drives me bonkers. So I went ahead and said it to get it out of the way…

Anyways. Guess what? I went to the doctor today. He took me off of bedrest! Yahoooo! I’m not 100% sure that he did it because he thought 100% that the hematoma is 100% healed. But I think he thinks it’s small enough now, and 1 month is long enough, to at least get it to a place where it isn’t a threat to the pregnancy. It may still be there, but it’s not likely to cause a loss. So that’s a relief! A relief because my poor husband reached his boiling point. We all have those, ya know. It took a month to push him to the edge, he was a champ, but it was time. No one likes parenting alone. And I can tell you, I’d rather spend a month in a Torture Camp than to be the single parent of little Noah Nooskers for one month. OMG. The child REQUIRES two parents.

I have been cramping today. I jumped right off the mattress and started back to life. I mean, the doc didn’t mention gradually getting back into it and there’s nothing gradual about motherhood.

The only thing that bothered me about the doctor appointment today was some of the dialogue I had with the doctor who is a non-sugar-coating-kind-of-guy. I was telling him how I joined this discussion board for women with hematomas. I told him how all the women are mostly upset that they are always in this constant state of limbo with the prengancy. They want to celebrate the pregnancy and be excited, but they are afraid to get their hopes up.

He said,

“Well, Steph. With you we’re not going to celebrate anything. We’re going to wait until the baby is born healthy in September before we celebrate a thing. How about if you just celebrate each day?”

Huh? Wha? Well aren’t we just the voice of doom and gloom? That’s just great mental medicine, Doctor. Thanks a whole fucking bunch!

Anyhow, the baby agrees whole heartedly that the doctor is 100% Polyester Punk. When the doctor finally shut up and I laid down to do the doppler dance with him, he pushed the doppler wand so hard against my belly trying to find the heartbeat. Well, the baby didn’t like the poking one bit. Normally I can’t feel the baby’s movements yet. But when Doc got to the baby, she/he kicked the doppler so hard it made a big noise. I felt it strongly! Wow! I’ve got a spunky one in there, I can already tell. And there’s no doubt in my mind that with attitude like that, she/he is determined not to do anything less than join our family in September. I don’t need a doctor to tell me what’s meant to be.

That’s my story! So I guess I’m still going to be keeping it easy when the family is away at school/work because I do think I need the rest and continued healing. But perhaps now that I can actually leave my bed, I might start photo blogging a bit. That might make the blog more interesting for you. Or just as boring but boring with pictures. :-)

Until next time…

Posted by: stepherz | 03-24-2009 | 04:03 AM
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