Home again--it was great to come home to little T., who I'm pretty sure had the greatest time ever at his grandparents' house. He pretty much had no interest in us when we came back, but was quite delighted to return home to his room full of toys, and I think his special bedtime blankets and stuffed animals.

My spa day was delightful. If I were a woman of means, I am pretty sure I'd have weekly facials. If you are, or get them more often than once every 3 years, consider yourself lucky! It was swell. Happy Birthday to me! Thanks, baby! Greatest birthday weekend ever!

Dear 7 readers,
This is how dedicated we are to you. Instead of heading to the romantic wine bar after the C@tie Curtis show, we are at a cafe because it has free wireless where we can drink tea and head to bed. Yes, dedicated. Not, however, dedicated enough to pay the $10 for wireless at our swanky hotel. And, no, it's not because we're old fuddy-duddies who are really looking forward to the first night sans-Theo because of the uninterrupted quality of sleep we will get. That's just a perk.
Love, S and C

p.s. I hope Theo is not terrorizing his meme.

This n' That

The pressure is already getting to me and it's only Day 5 of NaBloPoMo! Ahhhh!

Still we soldier on. I've just been challenged by S. to write another "deep" post. I really don't have deep in me. My deepness got all filled in today with irascible teenagers, swim class, and a high-maintenance baby-toddler who likes to destroy my kitchen while I'm in the middle of cooking dinner.

I guess I'll have to steal from S., who kindly called our Cryobank today to see what the deal with with our out-of-stock donor. From the sounds of it, he's probably going to stay that way, but we are going to reach out to their DSR and the DSR to see if anyone out there in the world has any unused vials. We're willing to wait a little while to see what happens. Then, if it doesn't, it doesn't and we move on to plan 42, or whatever version we're on at this point.

By the way, you have to pay for the freaking DSR now? $50? Seriously? That seems a little steep for something that might be completely useless. Oh well. Should we put our donor # up on our blog and see what happens? It doesn't feel quite right, but we know bloggers who have donor siblings who also have blogs, so I guess it's a remote possibility. Perhaps with the exception of known donors, I feel like most people keep that information pretty close. Or do they? Do you? How liberal are you with your donor information??

We're going away tomorrow night for my 30th birthday weekend (it was 2 months ago, but the weekend is happening around a concert that's going on in Northampton). We stay in the fancy hotel in town, see a show, and then Saturday I get a spa day. Ahhhh yes. Should be a lovely way to wind down the long week.

So C. can do all the wistful posts about our dearly departed and the thought-provoking post about why we blog and I will post all the silly sweet pictures of little Theo. I mean, seriously, who does not want see my little muffinman dressed up as a chicken for Halloween. We tooled around Main St. in his wagon for a bit and he was never the wiser about the whole candy scene.

What else is going on in his life? Well, he started a baby gymnastics class and LOVED it. He goes with our babysitter, but I'm dying to take a day off of work just to see him do it. He starts swimming tomorrow, which I know he already loves. Going by the terrible smell of his breath, I think he's getting some molars - slowly. He's spending his first overnight with meme (grandmother) next weekend - mama and I have a date. He was a flower boy in a NYC city hall wedding last weekend - which was my second favorite day of the whole year, after his birthday party. He had a terrible rash in which we had to go to the pedi, but it cleared up - it was hard to see him in so much pain. He has a true love of cars, trucks and anything with wheels. He meows and arfs and says 'dis' for 'this'. He loves to eat - A LOT. He loves brussell sprouts but not pasta. He runs away from us whenever he can. He is a mischief maker extraordinaire. He is such a love.

Why We Blog

We started this blog 3 1/2 years ago when we began ttc. It was started because, at the time, we didn't think there was "anyone else out there" going through this process. Hahahahaha...were we ever wrong. What we found in the process certainly has kept us going even after we've achieved our goal of conceiving and birthing a child. 3 1/2 years ago, we could never have imagined that:

-There were a whole mess of other women out there doing the same thing we were
-We would grow very attached to a bunch of random strangers across the country and world
-We would leave NYC to live in Western Mass
-We would have a little Theo

But here we are all these years later. We're still blogging because our journey has not yet come to an end. That, and I could not imagine just cutting out of my life the journey of all those others we have grown attached to.

Man am I sounding corny tonight. In all seriousness, though, blogging has brought us much needed sanity, information, piece of mind, and a general sense of belonging we do not always get in the outside world. All this by sharing intimately personal information with an internet full of strangers.

Why do you blog?

Dia de los Muertos

Grampy worked his dream job ushering for the Boston Red Sox during spring training at their park in Ft. Myers, FL for nearly 15 years.

Grampy and Theo Memorial Day Weekend

In honor of the Day of the Dead, I thought I'd post some pictures of special people that we've lost over the past year. This past May, S. lost her grandmother who we called Meme, and in September I lost my grandfather, Grampy, to Pulmonary Fibrosis.

I'll let S. post about her own grandmother, but for me, I can say that my Grampy was at times cantankerous, but always had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and great stories about growing up in East Boston in the 1930's. Born in 1929, he worked a variety of jobs in his lifetime, mainly around cars and automotive repair. He became the first authorized dealer of Honda Motorcyles on the East Coast in the 1960's, selling them before anyone knew what the Honda brand was. When I asked him why he started selling Hondas, he told me that he saw some celebrity on the Johnny Carson show talk about toodling around Hollywood on a Honda, and he was instantly intrigued. He loved us grandchildren very, very much, and of my son, remarked, "That's quite a kid you've got there," which from him is one of the greatest compliments.

We're gonna try this. Excited?