tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202059552024-03-07T19:32:09.268-05:00Kerry LynnKerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.comBlogger1074125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-30393889842991459042018-08-07T19:21:00.001-04:002018-08-07T19:21:09.615-04:00My last post about breastfeeding then I'll shut up.I never dreamed that breastfeeding would be such an emotional rollercoaster. I never thought that I would fight so hard to get it to work and I never thought I would be brought to my knees at the thought of stopping. The floodgates open when I think about it. I'm not even sure what it is exactly that is so upsetting to me. It's not like I ever felt like it brought us closer because I know we just ARE close. Today is the second day of not letting Harrison nurse. They have been mildly difficult and sad but he has been easily distracted when he has tried real hard to lift my shirt so that's made it a little easier. I think I expected him to be distraught and it would just kill me.<div>
The timing worked out because Chris and I went away for 4 days to Quebec City and I needed to increase some medication that would dry up the milk anyway. I was lucky it wasn't uncomfortable for me to not breastfeed for those 4 days. I expected it to be much worse. When we walked into Chris's parents' house to pick up the kids Harrison ran right into my arms and was demanding I go in the other room to sit on the couch by pointing madly and saying "DEE DEE DEE" (his word for basically everything that he wants but doesn't know the word for LOL). We were able to distract him but I felt so bad :-(</div>
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I wish I had kept a list of the places we nursed or I pumped milk. It would have been quite funny. I remember pumping in my car during a bar mitzvah I was photographing and in a garage area of a function hall while I was photographing a wedding. I'm drawing a blank on any other places but obviously there were way more.</div>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-36876388500063178892018-07-01T22:12:00.000-04:002018-08-07T18:23:08.501-04:00Mid year updateSchool's out, the pool's open, and we are ready for summer! <br />
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5th grade came to a close so quickly. Madison and Jackson had high points and low points throughout the year but overall they were very happy about their first full year at their new school. They both played in the band again this year and plan to next year as well which makes me very happy! Jackson is doing very well on the clarinet and Madison is owning the trumpet.</div>
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They got to watch the puberty video this year and go to their first dance. Luckily they didn't understand why the other kids were all weirded out by the puberty video. We aren't shy talking about things here so it all seemed like no big deal to them. They went with friends to the dance although Jackson did ask a girl friend to go with him but she said "Well, I'm 10 so I can't" LOL<br />
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Jackson's club soccer team (with whom he has trained since he was 5) had a great season this spring. Practices and games were quite tricky with Harrison being a toddler and not wanting to sit still. He had games in Portland, Maine, Braintree, MA, as well as more local. His team has a goal keeper but Jackson had to step in quite a few times and luckily he is pretty good there. My heart is in my throat watching him though. I much prefer to watch him in a field position. He has been playing defense this year and doing very well at it. He does prefer to play forward though.</div>
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Jackson has been seeing an orthodontist for a couple years now. He had a palette expander to make some room for his baby teeth to fall out and adult teeth to grow in. He got it out last December and now we are just waiting for the rest of his baby teeth to fall out. I think he still has 4 or 5!</div>
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Madison just had her dance recital last weekend. She did a Lyrical class and I love seeing her mature in her body control and confidence. She's been doing great with her guitar lessons. She and her teacher work on learning a song to play then they record it then they record her singing too. She won't let ANYONE listen to them which is such a bummer. Madison has not had to see an orthodontist. Her baby teeth have all fallen out (the last baby tooth is holding on by a thread at the moment) just fine and her adult teeth have grown in perfectly.</div>
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Harrison at 21 months has 23 words and uses them a LOT. He makes the CUTEST facial expressions and knows when he's being funny or naughty. Madison and Jackson absolutely adore him and love to play with him every day. They love to chase him around and pretend to get hurt and fall down when he bumps into them. He cracks up. Harrison continues to be a very easy baby. He is almost always happy and if he's not it's very easy to make happy again. He has recently learned that TV has good stuff on it and always hands the remote to us and says "Cuh" which means "Color Crew" a show on the baby channel. Not a day goes by when I don't marvel in how lucky we are to have him.<br />
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Exciting news for me is that since my miles were up on my minivan lease I had to look for a new car. I was able to get a great deal on my ultimate dream car. I'm completely in love with it and all of the amazing features it has. It essentially drives itself by keeping it in the lane and keeping a certain distance from the car in front of you as well as stopping automatically if you miss something. If you're looking for a seriously cool, fun to drive SUV I highly recommend the 2019 Volvo XC40 in red :-)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Grandpa and Grandma</td></tr>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-66593980656120751272017-07-27T00:08:00.000-04:002017-07-27T00:08:15.965-04:00BreastfeedingThe next thing I want to talk about is breastfeeding. You probably don't care. You can stop reading now.<br />
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When I had Madison and Jackson I was determined to breastfeed them. With them being born 4 weeks early I tried over and over to get them to latch but I was told (by nurses and LCs) they were too little. I pumped as much as I could and bottle fed them that but the majority of their food was formula. I was suffering with postpartum depression and not taking care of myself. I had zero support on the breastfeeding front so when my milk stopped coming out I just gave up. I didn't know I had options<br />
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When I miraculously got pregnant with Harrison NOTHING was going to stop me. The first 4 weeks were an absolute uphill battle. I had no idea how hard it would be. I almost gave up a few times. One of my saving graces was a nipple shield that a LC gave me in the hospital. Harrison was having the same problem latching as the twins did but he wasn't early. The shield was a god send and I was able to feed my baby! But my most important saving grace was my friend Shauna who refused to let me give up even when I was in the throes of anxiety and depression and not eating or drinking and losing my supply and watching Harrison LOSE weight. It was scary for a bit and at 2 weeks old his pediatrician insisted I give him formula. I cried and cried in the room with my mother and doctor and because of Shauna's support I told the doctor no, that I would make it work, I just needed help. Instead of giving up and giving him formula we came up with a plan. My mother (I was living with her at the time) would make sure I was fed and hydrated and I would breastfeed Harrison then pump until I was empty in order to signal my body to make more milk. I froze what I pumped. We did that for a week. My depression and anxiety cleared up immediately thank god but Harrison didn't gain as much weight as the doctor wanted. So we tweaked the plan by now bottle feeding him what I pumped after each breastfeeding. By 4 weeks he had gained enough weight and my supply was great. I'm sure there were some small issues after that but very quickly it became such an easy thing. I just can't describe how thankful I am for Shauna's support. <br />
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At 5 months old he was still waking in the middle of the night but I was able to get him back to sleep without feeding him. I resisted so hard to let him cry it out but at 6 months I did it and it only took one bad night which wasn't even that bad. He's been an amazing napper and sleeper since then. I did seek the help of a professional sleep consultant in order to get that to happen and I know there is no way I could have gotten him to that point without her.<br />
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At 10 months old now he is breastfeeding 4 times a day and has some food here and there for practice. He will eat anything I give him but I mostly give him avocado, whole milk plain greek yogurt, blueberries, and chicken. He is easily pulling up to standing, got his first tooth last week, does lots of babbling and absolutely lights up when ever he sees Madison or Jackson. He just adores them and the feeling is mutual.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10 months old. I seriously couldn't love him more.</td></tr>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-46721182274952230782017-07-26T22:52:00.000-04:002017-07-26T22:52:29.962-04:00July 26thAAAANNNNDDD it's July. I hate how fast time goes. I never even made a post about Madison and Jackson's 10th birthday. I need to do that next. But first I want to talk about our house.<br />
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Obviously my last house update from August 28th was very grim. I know this is silly to some but I was kind of amazed by it. I was feeling very depressed last August and on a whim I went in to have my tarot cards read. She told me that my baby would be healthy, that I would have a very long and happy marriage and that we would find a house before the baby was born. She specifically said we wouldn't be IN the house before he was born but that it would be under agreement. I wanted nothing more than to believe her but I was just in such a dark place. It seemed like the impossible.<br />
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On August 31st, a house popped up in our daily email listings. It caught my attention and I shortly got a text from Chris telling me to look at it. The price had just dropped $15K so it was now in our price range. There was an open house scheduled for the next evening but we immediately called to see if we could get in that night. I showed it to my father and he said "you should be prepared to put an offer in tonight". I had been thinking the same thing and so had Chris. My father and I drove up with Madison and Jackson and met Chris and Billy at the house in Groveland. I would have bought the house just based on the pictures but I wanted to see what the area was like. As I drove up the quiet dead end street lined with beautiful spaced out colonial houses I said "This is it". I walked in the kitchen door and was overcome with tears. Jackson was jumping up and down yelling "Can we buy it? Can we buy it?? PLEEEEAAAASSSSEE??". We walked through the rest of the house but I honestly wasn't looking at anything. Chris and I got together out in the driveway and both smiled at each other. It was the first time (except for the New Hampshire house) we were on the same page. After looking at so many houses and feeling like we were literally on different teams it was such an amazing moment. All we needed to do now was make an offer and pray the biggest prayer of our lives that it was accepted.<br />
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We offered asking price along with a letter pleading that they accept it. Billy called me the next morning and said "I have bad news...they are canceling the open house....BECAUSE THEY ACCEPTED YOUR OFFER!!!! I stood in my parents living room and cried fantastically happy tears for the first time in a long time. Within a few days we had an inspection (with some issues but we just didn't care). Harrison was born 15 days after the offer was accepted. The psychic was oddly specifically right on with her prediction.<br />
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The mortgage paperwork seemed to take forever and ever but almost two months after seeing the house for the first time we closed on the house and moved in that night. Harrison was 5 weeks old.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our house high up on a hill</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view our my bedroom window. The sky never disappoints up here!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view out the 3rd floor (Jackson's bedroom)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another view out my bedroom window. That's a ski hill way in the distance. We can see people skiing from our house and hear the snow makers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our holiday card last year</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our house as you drive back down the road</td></tr>
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Some cool things we were lucky enough to find in this home that I really never dreamed we would...<br />
1. a fireplace<br />
2. on top of a hill for a fantastic view all around<br />
3. underground electricity!<br />
4. central air<br />
5. A POOL!!!<br />
6. plenty of space<br />
7. a master bathroom<br />
8. a finished attic where all of the kids toys go!<br />
9. first floor laundry (better than no laundry but I HATED going to my basement to do it in my old house)<br />
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Since moving in I have painted Jackson's room, Madison's room, Harrison's room, our bathroom, the first floor bathroom, the kitchen and main hall. I have the kids bathroom started and just need to buckle down and finish it. We had to get a new washer and dryer which I love! I took a bunch of pictures of the inside when the rooms were empty but I haven't taken any since we've been all moved in. I should do that.<br />
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Our wishlist for improvements...<br />
1. take up carpet in living room/put in wood floors and build some built ins around the fireplace<br />
2. update all of the bathrooms<br />
3. update the kitchen with a new layout<br />
4. new carpet on second and third floor<br />
5. paint the master bedroom, the second floor hall, and the playroom<br />
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<br />Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-7750401772414835132017-01-04T01:41:00.003-05:002017-01-06T22:30:27.075-05:00Baby HarrisonHe was born at the end of the summer. It's now winter and I'm finally making the time (at 12:51 am) to write a post. By now he's not a floppy baby anymore. The clothes he wore when he was born are already packed away. He can see us and smile and coo at us and can even roll over from front to back. He can get his hands to his mouth so he can suck on his fingers. He is an amazing sleeper and has been since the day he was born. Except for a 3 week period around 4-7 weeks old, he has slept from 11pm to at least 7am. This baby has rocked our world like nothing I ever imagined. I knew once he was here I would wonder how on earth we ever lived without him and I was spot on. He has changed our lives in every aspect while also managing to make it feel like this is the way it's always been.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harrison William Goodwin 9/15/2016</td></tr>
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My heart literally bursts with love every time I see his face. He is seriously a precious, special baby.<br />
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For now I just want to talk about his birth and our hospital stay.</div>
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On September 15th I went to the city for my twice weekly NSTs. My blood pressure was elevated and my platelet count had been going down. They didn't want to wait to deliver him any longer and risk them going down so low that I would need general anesthesia to deliver him. I was sent to the hospital and about 7 hours later (9:37pm) he was born while listening to "Home" by Phillip Phillips play over the speakers. I cried listening to the words and how fitting they were and that it was playing as they were taking him out of me.</div>
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He was perfectly healthy and stole our hearts. Unfortunately I just don't deal well with anesthesia and I continued to throw up for 12 hours after getting my spinal. I remember desperately wanting to look at him but every time I would open my eyes the room would spin and I would throw up. Around 10am the next morning I finally started to feel human again aside from the horrible pain from the c-section and I could start to focus on Harrison.</div>
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The thing I was most excited about was seeing Madison and Jackson meet their baby brother for the first time. They were so genuinely happy to welcome this baby into our family. They never talked about anything negative or selfish. They just couldn't wait to have him with us. As usual their reactions weren't quite as animated as I expected but the video is still so sweet.</div>
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The second night in the hospital Harrison's blood sugar was in the 30s and even though I was trying to breast feed him all day I just had nothing in there to give. I remember pumping 5 ml of colostrum and feeding it to him with a dropper hoping it would get his sugar up. It would work but then it would go down again. The doctor told me he was going to need to go to the NICU if I didn't give him formula to get his sugar up so I told them to go ahead. He spent that night in the nursery drinking formula. When he came back he spit up for hours and smelled horrible so I was determined at that point for him to never have formula again. I pumped and breastfed my butt off and we never had another issue while in the hospital.</div>
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Harrison had many visitors while in the hospital including my parents, Chris's parents, Shauna, Bryan, Keira, Aunt Karen, my grandmother, Ana, Danielle, Uncle Mike, Aunt Kristen, Raphael and Alyssa, Brenda, Rachael and Nichole (hope I didn't forget anyone!).<br />
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I had only one name that I wanted for this baby. I really had no interest in any other name but I didn't want to get my hopes up that Chris would agree to it. Thankfully a couple weeks ago he said we could use the name. Still no middle name but I guess we will figure it out eventually. We are keeping the name a surprise mostly because people can't keep their opinions to themselves.</div>
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The house hunt is basically a shit show at this point. The stress I have endured over it is just so unfair. I know other people go through worse but for me this has been the hardest year of my life and I still don't see a light at the end of the tunnel.</div>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-66712276478628226102016-07-28T21:53:00.000-04:002016-07-28T21:53:08.834-04:00I'm still alive...but a part of me definitely died a little. As if it wasn't hard enough to have to leave the house for the last time we added a ton of stress by not being fully prepared/packed for the actual moving truck day. I could barely do anything at all. I would get up to empty a cabinet and a minute later my back was toast and I would have to sit down. My sciatic nerve was also an issue (still is) so it was even hard to sit and sort through things. The yard was full of basement/shed items which we had sorted into trash/keep/yard sale piles. The house still had all of our furniture in it and the kitchen, bathroom, and closet still needed to be boxed up. I don't even remember what Chris and I accomplished that morning but my mom came over around noon and got to work on the kitchen. I had to run some errands around 2 so the kids and I left. We got back home at 3:30 and all three bedrooms were empty!!! My dad had come over with the moving truck and they got right to work. They moved all of the furniture out on to the lawn. That struck me as really sad so I did some crying there. I believe they loaded up the truck and the two of them brought it to the storage unit and unloaded it. Mind you it was over 90 out and so incredibly humid and the house has no air conditioning. I think I worked with my mother in the kitchen the best I could but I honestly don't even have any memory of what I did exactly. I mostly felt completely useless. When they brought the truck back they emptied more furniture out of the living room. Eventually Chris's brother and our 17 year old nephew came over to help along with our friend Dave. My mom and I went out to pick up chinese food for dinner. After dinner they loaded the truck one more time and brought it to storage. My dad returned the truck and came back with his car and anything that was left at the house was small enough to fit in our cars to be moved. Everyone kept telling me I had to leave and get some rest but there was just too much to do and supervise. I couldn't rest unless I knew everything was going to the right place (storage, my in law's house, or my parents house). At 9:30 (the kids were still up and with us) everyone but my parents had left and Chris was starting to panic because the house needed to be empty and it really didn't even seem close. The walk through was the next day and Chris and my parents were all working and I couldn't do anything! We had to call it quits for the night and we all left for my in laws to sleep for the first time. We managed to have the walk through pushed off until the next evening and Chris decided to only go in to work in the morning. The kids were invited to go to the beach with friends the next day so they got picked up early and I was able to go up to the house and do a little bit. I boxed up the bathroom and emptied the front closet but that is seriously all I could do in 3 hours. Well that and cry. When Chris got out of work he came to the house with his mother and she helped me finish up the kitchen. While I was there alone I was whining to my friend Shauna how hopeless it seemed that we would get this done so she packed up at work in Boston and came right up. She is a TASK MASTER! She got there around 1. I had an appointment I had to go to from 3-4 and when I got back the house was completely empty. I couldn't even believe my eyes. The kids were back at the house at that point too. A junk truck came at 4:30 and took everything away from the trash pile and a bunch of old junk that was still in the basement. All of our cars were filled with stuff to be brought to my parents house then the fun times began. I went in each room and bawled my eyes out trying to soak in all the memories I could possibly remember. Room by room I said goodbye with such an ache in my heart. The kids were following me around and hugging me. Luckily they didn't cry at all! They are such easy going kids. I made Chris come in and we all hugged in the front hall for the last time. We all left and closed the door and drove away for the last time.<br />
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-83899079012444016652016-07-17T23:33:00.001-04:002016-07-28T22:00:56.015-04:0030 WeeksUnfortunately after 82 days on the market with no offers, another person put an offer in on the house I wanted on the same day we did. It wasn't as much as our offer but we still had to get our house on the market and they accepted the other offer which didn't have a contingency. I have never lost an immediate family member (not even a grandparent since I've been alive) so I can honestly say finding out we wouldn't be getting the house was the saddest day of my life. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe. I cried for 11 hours STRAIGHT which included picking up the kids from school, bringing Madison to guitar lessons and getting us all home. I believe Jackson had a soccer practice that evening and Chris had to take him. I couldn't even see out of my swollen eyes. <br />
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I did my best to get back in the saddle and continue to look for houses with absolutely no luck. A few weeks later Chris jokingly showed me a listing for a house in New Hampshire. I've been adamantly saying no to New Hampshire because it's so far away from our family but also because the real estate taxes are so much higher there. I took one look at the house and the price for the house and I said, "Great, now I have to move to New Hampshire." It was impossible to pass up. We drove up there to see what the area and the street were like and fell head over heals in love. It was a tiny town and so quiet. The house had been on the market for one day and we put an offer in 5K over the asking price. (<a href="http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/133-Main-St-Kingston-NH-03848/86848921_zpid/" target="_blank">This is a link to it but it probably won't be up foreve</a>r) They flat out rejected the offer because we had a contingency to sell our house (it was officially going on the market 4 days later). We offered another 5K over and at that point they had another offer that wasn't as high but they wanted to take the lower offer because of our contingency. We offered ANOTHER 5K and they just went ahead and accepted the other offer. I was once again heart broken. So horribly sad. I just can't even describe the tears that I cried over it.</div>
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Our house went on the market on June 6th. 8 days later we had an offer 20K under our asking price. We were annoyed but countered basically just to buy us some time to see if any other offers came in. We countered at 5K below asking and she countered with 12K below asking. During the last counter we got a second offer of 5K above asking and on the 17th (our 15th wedding anniversary) we accepted that offer. The inspection went very well for a 200 year old house and we only have a couple of minor things to fix up. We signed the P&S last week and they want to close on July 27th. The buyer is due with a baby on August 4th and wants to be in the house before then.</div>
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After 16 years how do you walk out of each room for the last time? How do you turn off the lights and lock the door and stand on the porch and drive away for the last time? The tears just stream like a faucet when I think of it. I know lots of people do it every single day but how do I leave the house I got ready for my wedding in (when we had no desire for a family)? How do I leave the house we spent three years living in while doing fertility treatments? How do I leave the house where I grew my two babies in my belly? How do I leave the house I brought those two miracles home to? I literally don't know how I'm going to physically do it. I fear I will need to be carried away. It's going to crush me and I feel like no one understands. Everyone tells me I'm too sensitive and that better things are coming and I'm sure they are but I honestly don't see how I'm going to be able to walk away from that house in 10 days. I feel like it could kill me and for once I just wish someone would say "I understand how hard this must be for you", or "Wow, this really sucks for you". I understand there are much more awful things going on in the world or other peoples' lives and I need to keep things in perspective, but THIS is MY life and this is crushing me. I feel like I can't breathe again.</div>
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MAYBE if we had a house lined up to buy I would feel better but we just don't. We don't agree on anything. I thought maybe we had decided to put an offer in on a house in Groveland which there is really nothing wrong with (except that it's on a (not busy) main road but Chris just told me today he wants to hold out for a house in neighborhood. The problem is any house that is in a neighborhood is out of our price range. That's just the way real estate works. Houses on main roads are less valuable and the price reflects that. We can wait for years and it will just never happen. We are waiting for something that doesn't exist. With a baby on the way, needing to figure out where to send Madison and Jackson to school at the end of August, and needing to move in with family and feel like a complete and utter burden, it's all just too much. A few months back I was sure I would have seen the light at the end of the tunnel by now but I just don't. The tunnel is in fact getting smaller and darker and this is just not where I would have ever wanted to be in my life.</div>
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Since school got on on June 22nd the kids and I have kept very busy. I've had a lot of doctor appointments, I got a new car (honda odyssey), spent a week in Vermont with friends then drove straight to cape cod to spend a couple of days with other friends (typing from there now).</div>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-32570256291205423882016-04-06T19:47:00.001-04:002016-04-07T12:32:55.092-04:00Madison and Jackson turn 9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I blinked again and they got another year older. Here they are on their 9th birthday/St. Patrick's day.</div>
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Jackson is seriously everything I could ask for in a son. He is kind and gentle with animals and babies. He is sensitive and caring and I wouldn't want him to be any other way. He does love to push Madison's buttons and make her upset but if she's ever really sad over something he's the first to hug her and sometimes cry himself. He is an extrovert like nothing I've ever seen. He is obsessed with friends and being with people. The only thing he's willing to do alone is play xbox or play on his phone. He has a great outgoing personality and is very very funny.</div>
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Jackson had tryouts last spring for the town travel U10 soccer team and made one of the three teams along with his best friend James. The team was fantastic and if I remember correctly they were undefeated (maybe lost one??) the whole fall season. During the winter they joined an indoor soccer league for 5 months. Somehow they did not do so well there. They seemed to play much older kids and they just didn't stand a chance. Also last spring Jackson had tryouts for a U9 team for his club soccer that he has been training with since kindergarten. He made it and was very excited for his league games in the fall. The team has some very good players but they always seemed to play teams with much older kids and they lost most games 20-1. I believe they tied one game and it felt like a win. That team did not join any winter leagues but they did have one tournament that didn't go well. His spring league was supposed to start last Sunday but it was cancelled because of snow! I don't care if they win their games or not I just hope the games are at least more evenly matched. It's really hard on the boys. Starting this week he is back to 4 practices a week between the two teams and 1-3 games every weekend.</div>
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Jackson does well in school but it's not his favorite thing in the world. Just like his mama (although his grades may be a tad better than mine but we will see how he is as he gets older). All of his teachers have loved him and I can't ask for any more than that.</div>
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Madison is such an easy kid. Most of the time she's very serious and quiet and keeps to herself although she does have a very silly streak and will sometimes let loose and act crazy. She is a classic introvert and much prefers to be alone. She adores music and loves to listen to her playlist on her phone and sing while playing with legos. Her grades are close to above grade level and she really adores school and learning. She's also a great artist and gets really upset when they have to miss school on a day they have art.</div>
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Madison has a very special relationship with my mother. They absolutely adore spending time with each other. My mom says Madison doesn't stop talking the whole time they are together. My mother loves to sew and do crafty things (that's not really my jam) so Madison really enjoys that.</div>
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Madison has been doing a recreational gymnastics class since she was 3 and still enjoys it. Now she goes with two of her best friends Michelle (James' twin sister) and Lily. Madison also does a modern dance class once a week which she loves. I signed her up for guitar lessons too in the late fall and though she whines every time I tell her to practice she really likes learning it. Her teacher says she's a natural and retains everything he teaches her even when she doesn't get a chance to practice it during the week.</div>
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3rd grade is going to be the last grade they will be in the same class. Their current teacher thinks they have different strengths and weaknesses and feels like they should each be placed with a teacher who will best fit their individual needs. I agree with her so they will split up next year. Madison will be thrilled but I think we may have an issue with Jackson. I'm sure he will be fine in the long run but he's not going to like not being with her.</div>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-35141865045382781352016-04-06T12:21:00.000-04:002016-04-06T12:21:05.041-04:00AnnouncementThis is the announcement I put on facebook on St. Patrick's day. It was so fun seeing everyone's reactions.<br />
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-45433736842294014122016-04-06T11:48:00.000-04:002016-04-06T11:48:43.470-04:0016 WeeksI'm 16 weeks now and even though it feels like a long road ahead with all we need to accomplish before this baby is born the time is flying. He is apparently the size of an avocado at the moment.<br />
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At my 11 week appointment I had blood drawn to do the DNA testing to find out the gender and if the baby had any health issues. They told me the results would be back in 5-10 days. On the 9th day (March 14th) I called and they had just gotten the results in. The wait was agonizing because once we found out we could tell Madison and Jackson and I was so excited to do that. The results were that he is perfectly healthy and is male. We told the kids that night. Jackson was over the moon jumping up and down yelling "We're having a baby brother!!!!" Madison was confused I think. Her reaction was much more reserved but that's normal for her personality anyway.<br />
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Chris and I have been having a difficult time deciding where to move. By this point I would have hoped to already be at least close to moving in to a new house but we've spent so much time pleading our cases that we have made no progress. Chris wants a nice new house in a neighborhood which in Peabody (and anywhere close to here) is out of our budget so he was hoping to move to a town about 40 minutes away from our families and all of my friends and all of the kids friends in order to find one in our budget. I want a nice new house in a neighborhood too but my friends and family are WAY more important to me especially where I will now have THREE kids to take care of while he is at work (in Peabody....) all day long. <br />
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On January 19th I drove the kids to school in the morning. I came back home and took the pregnancy test. When I went to pick them up that afternoon, now knowing we needed a bigger house, there was a for sale sign on one of my favorite houses that I drive by everyday to get to school. The sign was not there in the morning when I dropped them off. My heart started racing and as soon as I parked my car I looked up the listing thinking it would never be in our budget because it's so big. My jaw fell to the ground when I saw the price and that it had 4 bedrooms (It's listed as a 4 bedroom but it's actually 5!) and the pictures looked decent. I immediately made an appointment to see it and fell in love. The house is on a main road so Chris said absolutely not. I spent the next two months daydreaming about the house and being so sad that I would probably never live in it. Last week Chris and I finally had a long discussion about how unhappy the kids and I would be moving 40 (or more) minutes away and how incredibly happy I would be in the Peabody house. He shockingly agreed to put an offer in on it! I felt so much relief and was over the moon happy. Until then I had no motivation to even do the things to our current house that need to be done to get it on the market. In less that a week we have cleaned out the basement (with the help of my father), packed up some unnecessary items in the living room and kitchen and kids rooms and have a handy man here doing some odd jobs. We still have a long list to go but it's all scheduled and is very doable.<br />
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Since May of 2015 my period decided to be regular like never before in my entire life. In October of 2015 I stopped eating flour and sugar and lost 21 pounds in two months. In December I was finally back to the weight I was when I got pregnant with the twins 9.5 years ago. On January 19th I was 5 days late for my period so I grabbed a pregnancy test because I was curious.<br />
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Telling people has been so much fun. My parents were thrilled. We had to wait a couple of weeks to tell Chris's family because his mother's birthday was on February 6th and we wanted to tell her then. It was so hard to keep it from them! Chris said to his mother "Kerry and I were trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday and we decided on another grandchild." She looked skeptical and said "You're getting another cat?" and I said "No a human child". Eileen, Bruce, Courtney, Mike, Kristen, Raph, Karen, Jackie, and Mary all cheered and couldn't believe it.<br />
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-33801287906322204212014-09-02T10:38:00.000-04:002014-09-02T10:38:05.604-04:00First day of 2nd grade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-1821693751920036142014-03-26T21:39:00.002-04:002014-03-26T21:39:14.746-04:007th Birthday PartFor their 7th birthday party they both wanted an ice skating party. They both love ice skating and we really don't go enough! We had a couple of friends from our days at Tower (preschool), another set of boy girl twins we met at gymnastics, their cousins, and the rest were all from their kindergarten class that they have stayed close with. Auntie and Uncle Steve, Auntie Kristen, Grandma and Grandpa, Papa, and even Nana Fitzy also came to celebrate.<br />
Our fabulous cake lady came through with amazing Frozen cakes. I made favors of little jelly jars filled with blue chocolate candies and a ring of blue glittery tape. Since everything Frozen themed is not able to be found I at least wanted to make the table all blue. With the cakes it was clear what the theme of the party was.<br />
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I really couldn't ask for better kids. I love them both so much and they are told multiple times a day. They are doing great in 1st grade (same class still). They are very well behaved and the teacher says they are great roll models for the rest of the class. What more could parents ask for?</div>
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Their birthday (St. Patrick's day) fell on a Monday so we had their party the Saturday before. Jackson had soccer Monday afternoon and we asked if he wanted to take the day off so we could go to the Irish pub we usually go to on their birthday but he said no! So all four of us went to to soccer and watched him. After he was done we went to the pub. It was crowded!<br />
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<br />Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-57155507320450783802013-12-29T23:41:00.002-05:002013-12-29T23:41:32.550-05:00Madison's new roomTonight Madison and Jackson are sleeping in separate rooms in our house for the first time since they were born.<br />
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It was a long process preparing the play room to become Madison's bedroom. The room needed to be painted including the trim which just takes so long. It still needs a lot of work including new trim around the new-ish windows but the new furniture is put together. They are still sleeping in toddler beds (they still fit) until new twin mattresses get in for their new beds.<br />
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I really expected Jackson to get up a million times after going to bed with a million excuses why he couldn't go to sleep without Madison but they both fell asleep immediately!<br />
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<br />Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-90196717400737195272013-09-03T00:36:00.003-04:002014-02-07T18:35:26.327-05:00Quick catch upFirst Grade starts tomorrow. I'm not nearly as emotional as I was last year. I really just can't wait to have a quiet house! They will be in the same class again which I requested and it was approved by their teacher last year and the principle. They only have one of their friends from last year in their new class but they are excited for who it is so that's good. They absolutely adored their teacher last year so I think they were both nervous for a new teacher but they heard the teacher they have is very nice so they are not nervous anymore.<br />
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Our summer was insane as usual. July was the pool in the woods once, tennis camp for both, baseball camp for jackson, soccer camp for Jackson, hip hop camp for both, York Animal Kingdom with Grandma once, Wizard of Oz at North Shore Music Theater. August my mom and I took the kids to the Cape two separate times for me to take pictures of a family down there. The second family ended up rescheduling but we went anyway. We spent 4 days at my friend's parents' house in Falmouth and did day trips to Hyannis and Martha's Vineyard then let the kids stay in the pool one entire day because it's all they really wanted to do.<br />
Two days after the first time we got back from the Cape we turned around and drove to New Hampshire for my Jr. bridesmaid's wedding. Madison and Jackson were the flower girl and ring bearer and I was the photographer! We got to spend two nights at the Bedford Inn and it was so amazing. We got back on Saturday, went to a revolution game, then on Sunday went back to the Cape and did all of the above (I totally wrote this out of order!).<br />
Last week I had to take a couple of days to edit the million pictures I took in August but then I took the kids to Water Country. I bought season passes for next year which got me the rest of this year free. Then the four of us went again two days later. I wanted to go again today but it was all rainy and stormy. We went bowling and read books for literally hours trying to finish up the summer reading list. Madison's was almost done because she read a ton on her own (some 4th grade level books too...she's a machine!) but Jackson needed some attention. He went to kindergarten not reading at all and by the end of the year he could really read. He still needs a lot of help but I was impressed with the progress.<br />
We only went to the beach TWICE. How horrible is that?? And we only saw a handful of friends once each. It's so frustrating how hard it is to fit everything we want to do in. There were so many friends we didn't see at all!<br />
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So for the fall schedule Madison and Jackson have soccer with Chris as their coach (U8) on Sundays, Jackson will be practicing with North Shore United on Monday afternoons, and Madison will have tap and hip hop classes back to back on Thursdays at a new (to us) dance school right near us.<br />
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So on top of this I shot and edited 20 sessions in August and 12 in July and spent two sessions per week each of acupuncture and physical therapy due to a horrific pain in my neck which after a very long time we figured out was a pinched nerve. 5 weeks after it appeared out of no where it disappeared. <br />
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Last April I had a kidney stone which landed me in the ER on three separate occasions (one time while were driving through Rhode Island on the way to New Jersey for a soccer game). That was an awesome 2 weeks! And it all started the day I had to have our poor girl kitty put to sleep.<br />
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I guess that's it for now even though it's just scratching the surface. Hopefully I'll be back soon?<br />
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Madison finally lost her first tooth yesterday after exactly a month of being loose which got me wondering about when that first tooth came in so I spent a while reading very old blog posts. I can't get over how much I posted and I'm so very grateful for it!</div>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-37671632830561020212012-10-04T15:29:00.002-04:002012-10-04T15:29:51.646-04:00Today was the day - Kindergarten honeymoon is overOnly two weeks into school and we had our first illness. Jackson woke up with a fever on Monday so he stayed home Monday Tuesday and Wednesday. I figured Madison had whatever bug he had even though she wasn't fighting it off yet so I didn't want to send her to school and spread whatever it was. She ended up getting the fever on Tuesday but she went to school on Wednesday and Jackson was still sick. We were thinking that Jackson really should go on Wednesday because he seemed to not have a fever anymore but he had a huge meltdown and we figured it was because he was still not feeling well. So now this morning Thursday morning I was getting them ready to go and Jackson was on board he knew he had to go to school but he was giving me a hard time about getting dressed and talking about how he didn't want to go. They both talked about how they missed their old school and how they really liked going there because they got to see Nana. The only way I got Jackson out of the house was giving him the impression that he wasn't going to go to school that we were just going to bring Maddie. When I brought them up to the door Madison went right in the Jackson hid behind me because he didn't want the teacher to see him. I let her know he was having a really hard time coming to school and that he didn't want to be there so she came and talk to him and tried to get him excited and talked about that it was Joey's birthday and they had cookies. He seemed interested but he was more interested in going home with me. She asked if I wanted to come in with him so I did and he just clung to me he wouldn't let go. I stayed in the room for a little while. Madison was just sitting drawing a picture of her and grandma while this is all going on. The teacher suggested we get the guidance counselor to come and help because I wasn't sure if I should just leave or try to make it easy on him (somehow). Once she arrived she tried talking to him and he wanted nothing to do with her. He was hysterically crying and clinging to me for dear life saying "I want to stay with you mama! Don't leave!!". I burst into tears and hugged him so tight and told him I loved him. I literally had to peel him off of me down to his little tiny fingers clinging onto my sweater. I turned and walked out of the room sobbing and out of the building.<br />
I cried all the way to my car. I just feel so sad that he has to feel like this. It breaks my heart.<br />
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I just got back from picking them up and Jackson was fine but he just said to me again "I just wanted to stay with you". Hopefully he got it out of his system and doesn't do the same thing tomorrow!!!!Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-7888564234522474132012-09-17T22:15:00.002-04:002012-09-17T22:15:52.358-04:00First solid week of Kindergarten<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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This was my first day all on my own so I had a lot of hopes for the day. After dropping them off I went right home. We are having construction done on our house so I had to chat with some people about that then I went for a 2.5 mile "run" (intervals). I haven't run in almost a year due to a horrible pain in my legs but this was a very serious goal of mine for back to school. As I stated over a year ago when I committed to running, I NEED to lose weight!!! So the run/walk was rough at first but it got better. After that I took a shower, went to the bank, the grocery store, walgreens, target, came home to put dinner in the crock pot, and even did a bit of editing.<br />
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So after school Monday they were clearly tired and whiney but it was gymnastics day so we took the 40 minute drive (only two towns away literally on the same street we live on) to the gym. Last Wednesday was the start of their new session in which we made a pretty major change for Jackson. I was faced with the decision of going to the gym 4 days a week so they could both be on pre-team (I'm just learning all the lingo here...they were both in "hot shots" all summer two days a week at the same time but different coaches). Both of their coaches said that this fall they could move up to pre-team and if it didn't work out they could go back to hot shots. The problem is that boys pre-team practices 2 hours on M W and girls pre-team practices on T TH for 2.5 hours. I knew immediately I was NOT going to drive there FOUR days a week and have one of them with me every day, so I had to make a decision. I decided to put Jackson with the pre-team and Madison with hot shots that practices at the same time as boys pre-team. So Monday was his second day with his new coach (who he has interacted with for almost a year now) and practicing with the older boys. 1 hour and 15 minutes into the class Jackson taps me on the back. I turn around to the saddest, biggest, doe eyes filled with tears he was trying so hard to hold back. I scooped him up and he just let it all out. I asked him what happened and he said, "nothing...I just miss you". I started to tear up myself. He said, "I can't stop thinking of you". I took him into a quiet room and just held him and let him cry. The poor kid...*I'm* feeling overwhelmed by all of this so I can only imagine how he feels. He ended up confessing that there was a boy in class that always stares at him and it "creeps" him out. Madison finished her class after that so we all just left. I found out when we got home that Jackson told the coach that he was going to the bathroom so then I got to thinking that the coach must have wondered where he went?? Right?? I gave him the benefit of the doubt and thought that maybe he saw Jackson with me up on the balcony. I called the gym that night to let them know about the boy in class. The plan was to find out who he was on Wednesday and we would ensure Jackson that it was taken care of so he could go back to class (he said he never wanted to go back again... he just wanted coach B his old coach). <br />
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Tuesday morning I had a newborn session and on my back home I called my mother to see if she wanted to go to lunch! We were so excited! She said "I've been waiting 5 years for this!!!" It was funny. We went to Victoria Station in Salem and sat on the patio overlooking the water. We took our time even perusing some shops after. Rather than having her drop me off at home to get my car to go back out and pick up M&J I had her drop me off at the school and I would walk them home. They wanted to play on the playground so they did that for a good 45 minutes before making our way through what I thought would be a shortcut. We live just over a mile away by driving on the roads but if you look at a map there is a way to walk a more direct route through fields/yards. I figured we'd wing it and see what happened. We had a nice leisurely walk but unfortunately couldn't cut through an area I was hoping we could. That ended up adding a bit to our walk which they were already complaining about. We stopped to sit twice which was a really nice time to chat about school. We made our way back to our street which is where the traffic gets bad. There is one major intersection we need to diagonally cross and at that time of day it's incredibly busy. I wasn't comfortable crossing it WITH them let alone EVER letting them walk to school alone.<br />
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Wednesday morning I had a meeting with a local daycare regarding doing school pictures for them. It went well and we even scheduled the date for next week! I've been looking for an opportunity like this for a while so I'm very excited to offer parents a better option for school pictures. After that I came home and worked on the documents for the parents and did some more editing.<br />
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Wednesday after school we made the trip to gymnastics and Jackson pointed out the boy who was staring at him. He REFUSED to go into class. He just clung to me. The place is an absolute zoo at 3:30 so I couldn't find anyone to help me! After wandering around for a bit I finally saw his new coach so I went out in the gym and told him we had a situation. Turns out he had no idea Jackson left class on Monday. Oh. I had to let that one go at the moment. We told him the problem and he called the kid over. I took this opportunity to walk out of the gym so the only thing I heard was the other kid say was, (in response to "why are you staring at him?")"I only did it because he kept hurting me". I'm so annoyed with trying to get straight answers out of kids. All this time I'm thinking Jackson is innocent and feeling so bad for him and now it turns out he's been hurting another kid?? I don't even know what to believe. Jackson managed to stay in class but about 45 minutes later he came up to the balcony again. I brought him back down and tried to get him back in but he refused to go. At that point I made the decision to swap days so that Jackson could go back with coach B for hot shots and Madison will go to pre team. Luckily Madison won't be switching coaches so there shouldn't be any difference for her.<br />
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Friday morning the kids were more relaxed and were all playing and chasing each other before it was time to go in. When I went back to my car there was a psycho mom screaming at people for parking in a small lot that is for an apartment building. I was pulling THROUGH the lot (not parked there) and she stopped her car in front of mine so I couldn't get out and screamed at me out her window, "YOU CAN'T PAHK HEEAH!!!" I stupidly attempted to tell her I wasn't PARKED there but was just pulling through but there was no way I was going to reason with this woman. After I dropped them off I went to Lynnfield to drop off the frames then went to Courtney's house to go to the beach with her and my niece and nephew to do some photos of them. After that I went to to lunch with a new friend from gymnastics. We both have boy/girl twins who were conceived about a month apart at the same fertility center! We both are convinced we must have seen each other there at some point since we were there so much!<br />
I walked around the mall for a bit after lunch then went right to pick them up. We stayed at school again to play at the playground. After running around a bit with a boy from their class who happened to stay Madison came up to me and said, "You know the girl that has the same backpack as me? I wish she was here to play with". It cracks me up that she still doesn't know her name.<br />
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I would say I have two stand out issues with this whole new experience. One is the parking/drop off situation which I've been told is only worse in the winter. Awesome. The streets around the school are tiny and with all the people dropping off you have to park a ways away unless you get there really early to get a close spot. For Madison and Jackson to take the bus (which I'm not sure I would want them doing here anyway) we would need to pay $600 so I guess I will just need to suck it up.<br />
The other thing is me not knowing/not getting straight stories of what happens in school. I am NOT a control freak but I really don't like them having all this time away from me where I can't know it all in detail.<br />
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<br />Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-4883869288161077322012-09-08T23:23:00.000-04:002012-09-08T23:23:19.233-04:00KindergartenI figured everyone deserved an update to know that I'm not still rocking in a corner by myself. We all survived the first day and even better than I could have imagined. I didn't cry ONCE!<br />
It really was all so hectic. We parked the car and walked the kids up to the door that their classroom enters through. There was one other class at that door too so there were 50 littles and at least 50 parents although most had two grownups with them. It was hot and muggy! Jackson said quite a few times through the morning, "I wanna stay home with you mama." and of course I feel guilty for telling them that I would miss them because now I don't know if he just doesn't want me to be sad. We got there 10 minutes early and they didn't go in the doors until 10 minutes late so there was a lot of time to whine about how heavy their backpacks were. While they were in line their teacher came out and said hi to all the kids individually. When I stepped back to take a picture of Madison with her Jackson stuck like glue to me. Once the line went in he followed right in. I was able to sneak a picture of them all on the floor once they were in their classroom.<br />
Chris and I walked back to the car and went to breakfast. After that I had a meeting with a bride and after I got home I actually took a nap! Then Chris and I had to get ready to go to a wedding. We had to be ready to go when we went to pick them up because we needed to leave for the wedding right after we got them. My mom came up and picked them up with us so we were able to leave as soon as we got home. The quick conversation we had with them was that they both loved it. I asked Jackson if he still would have rather stayed home with me and he said "yes." AWWW!<br />
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<br />Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-27408324920995984422012-09-07T01:08:00.003-04:002012-09-07T01:08:33.083-04:00On the Eve of KindergartenThese are the moments that are surreal. Kindergarten has come out of nowhere and slapped me in the face. I've really been feeling like I want to write about all of the things that are going on in my head regarding this day. It's hard because I feel very guarded here since so many people I know read this. I don't want to come off as a "drama queen" and yet I don't feel like I could even do justice to how I'm feeling because of my lack of writing skills. So I feel pressure to write something really moving but even if I come up with it my family (and by family I mostly mean my husband) will just roll their eyes at me for being so dramatic.<div>
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Anyway, I'm a wreck. I can't remember if I posted about their last day at pre-school in June but I was a sobbing mess picking them up that day. I adored that school and their friends, and their teachers will never be topped. Ever. Seriously. They were over the top phenomenal.</div>
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I think there may have even been a time maybe a year ago or so that I thought I might not even be emotional over them going to kindergarten. I would think of all the crying mothers dropping off their kids and sincerely didn't think I would react that way. After the last day of pre-school I knew I was completely wrong.</div>
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Shortly after pre-school ended we went for an orientation at their new elementary school. The four of us went. As we sat in the cafeteria listening to the principle chat with us all and telling us what we could expect I found myself welling up. I was completely caught off guard. I was CRYING. Not on purpose. Not to get attention. I was just overcome with realization that this would be the school that they could potentially spend the next 6 years of their lives. This was a special place and it was very overwhelming for me. I could see the little cafeteria line inside the door to the kitchen which of course brought back memories of my elementary school.</div>
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After that I focused on soaking up every minute I had left with them as my constant companions. Of course I had my moments over the past 5 years when I seriously needed a break from them. There were times this summer when I seriously needed a break from them but the thought of them not being with me all day every day from now on is so traumatic and depressing for me. I tried so hard to have them, I put my foot down about staying home with them even though it wasn't always financially comfortable, I spent so much time making memories with them. They mean the world to me and they know it. To go through that much effort over the last NINE years and to have it all taken away tomorrow (OK, that may be a tad dramatic right there but it's how I feel, damn it!) is devastating for me.</div>
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Yesterday I took them to their school for their screening which will determine which students are in what class. When we arrived in the room it was a little hectic with all the teachers and students and parents there. We were greeted by a teacher who after pulling their files and going through the whole "you must be twins" thing, confidently stuck her hand out to Jackson to shake his hand and said "You must be Madison!" Laughter ensued. It was awesome. Another teacher came and took them into the next classroom where the testing was being done and another teacher brought me to a table where I had to fill out two sets of paperwork. After I was done I had nothing to do but observe the room and by then Madison was already out at a table decorating a star that was to be hung on the wall. Once again the tears were streaming down my face. I had to get up to get a tissue. I was at least glad to see I wasn't the only one. I even saw a dad wipe away a few tears!! Eventually Jackson came out to decorate his star and the two of them sat at a table with some of their potential friends. They were all very quiet. I ended up chatting with the teacher that took Madison and she had glowing things to say about her. She's so eager to follow direction, very articulate, and drew the best person she's ever seen at any kindergarten screening! I didn't talk to the teacher that took Jackson so I didn't get any inside information on him.</div>
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On the way home I somehow made reference to the fact that I was sad about them starting school. I'm always so worried about what is too much to tell them and with this I don't want to put any negative ideas of school in their heads. I made a snap decision that telling them how much they mean to me far outweighed giving them a reason to not want to go to school. I told them I loved them so much and I loved spending time with them and that it made me very sad that I wouldn't get to see them all day every day. I cried. In front of them.</div>
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Since screening we've done a lot of talking about school and turns out Madison is VERY excited. She is very vocal about wanting to go back and learn everything she can. She loved the classroom. Jackson on the other hand said "I don't want to go. I want to stay home with Mama!" Uh-Oh. After explaining that he was going to bring his lunch box he was on board.</div>
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So tonight I spent hand-writing a list of 100 books that they/we have read (2x50), writing their names on their towels for rest time, their lunch boxes, their back packs, their pencil cases, their composition notebooks, their folders, as well as packing my first ever school lunch. (whole milk vanilla yogurt, peanuts, and snapea crisps for Jackson and whole milk vanilla yogurt, raspberries, blueberries, and peanuts for Madison and water in their water bottles) They had a bath before bed and after I put Madison's hair in curlers for her to sleep on. I bought her new bows. I haven't picked out their outfits yet which is the one thing I envisioned doing way ahead of time. I don't even have any thoughts now. I'll have to wing it in the morning.</div>
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Chris is on vacation this week so he will be with us for the big day/drop off and he sure as hell better muster up every ounce of patience he has for my picture taking because there will be lots! Hopefully we will get some breakfast after? Then I have a meeting with a wedding client so I'm really hoping that will distract me from wanting to curl up in a ball and cry. Wish me luck!</div>
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Kerry Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07581127184150686924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205955.post-49328084637367106982012-08-23T00:28:00.000-04:002012-08-23T00:28:32.767-04:00I hate it when the kids get hurt!I wrote about what happened to Madison tonight on facebook but wanted to share more of my feelings and how it all went down here so I'll start again.<br />
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At the gym the kids go to there is an upstairs balcony that looks down over the whole gym. I always sit up there and watch them/work/chat with other moms. Every time they have class they have to go to the bathroom in the middle of it. There is a single bathroom inside the gym that we all can see but there is a larger bathroom that has a couple of stalls in it in a back hallway. I don't know why but they always seem to leave the gym and go to the one in the back hallway. So today I saw Madison leave the gym so I was keeping an eye to see if she came back. It had been too long so I went downstairs and leisurely looked around for her. There were a couple of coaches behind the desk and a bunch of parents watching kids from that room (directly below where the balcony is). As I'm standing there looking out in the gym to see if she made it back out there while I was making my way down the stairs I hear screaming. I hear it again and this time I realize it's really really bad. I realize it's coming from the back hallway and then recognize Madison's blood curdling scream. I said out loud in a panic "What is that?" as I ran past parents who could clearly hear the screaming yet just stood there. I have to admit I 100% expected to find Madison in the bathroom with her leotard stuck and just screaming because she needed help (which would have been sad enough). I burst through the heavy door to find her behind it holding out her hand to me. As I looked down I seriously almost passed out at the sight of the tip of her thumb as flat as it could be and white. I was desperately trying to get her to tell me what happened but all I could get was that it was stuck in the door some how. I whisked her up and out of the bathroom (where still no one had followed me to see what was going on), back past the parents who asked if she was ok. I said "she crushed her thumb". I went back around the front of the desk with a screaming child and no one that was behind the desk even looked at us! I went around another corner to go to an office where I know someone usually is but saw it was closed up so I came back to the desk and finally had to say the words, and not in a nice way "I NEED HELP!" That finally got peoples' attention. One of the moms came right over and started talking to Madison. She had me put her up on the counter and she took over. I was nauseous and weak and since someone else was taking control of the situation (and doing a great job) I just had my arms around her with my face buried in her chest. The lady was so good with her...telling her she was so brave (ugh, makes me cry just to write it), asking her to move it, etc. Jackson's coach was with us too. I think he had been off getting ice for her. Then I remember Jackson coming over to me and saying "Mommy, can I have a cupcake?" I said, definitely no and he actually whined for it. He's lucky I didn't go off on him.<br />
Madison eventually stopped crying and I brought her down to a table with me where I sat in a chair with her wrapped around me just hugging her. I was really trying to hold back the tears. Jackson's coach sat down with us and as he put a bandaid on Madison's thumb told me a story about how when he was a toddler his mother left him in his crib to go to sleep. She was making him cry it out but it was taking too long so she went in to find him dangling on the outside of the crib because his arm was stuck! He was trying to make my mommy guilt feel better.<br />
I felt so horrible that I hadn't gone down sooner. I still don't know how long she was stuck there unable to move. Ugh, the things my nightmares are made of...<br />
Eventually I brought her back to the bathroom to see if I could get a better understanding of how she got stuck. She walked me through it all...She was in a stall. When she was done she needed to pull up her leotard but didn't have room in the stall so she went out in the main part of the bathroom. The big heavy door to the bathroom was propped all the way open with a door stopper. Since it was open she wanted to not be visible to the hallway so she went BEHIND the door. While she was in there she was leaning on the moulding of the door with her thumb in the small opening at the hinge of the door. She inadvertently kicked the door stopper out and the door shut crushing her poor, teeny, adorable thumb.<br />
When we went back out to gather our things a lady said "I hope she feels better!" I realized it was the lady who had been helping us. I said "Were YOU the one helping us? I had no idea who it was! Thank you so much!" She said "I know what it's like, you're knees turn to jello!" I thanked her again and we all left.<br />
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I really hadn't looked at it and figured I should take a peek before she went to bed. It certainly wasn't flat anymore! It didn't look too bad but when I compared it to her other thumb you could really see the difference. I gave her some tylenol before she went to bed so hopefully the swelling will go down.<br />
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