Emskyrooney

Try, try again. This is my mantra lately. (Along with "pass the wine!" and "say please and ask nicely when you want Mommy to help you!") So round two of the Clomid on the infertility report card gets a big fat F for fail. There was a brief moment when we thought perhaps this was the month but hopes were dashed hours later by the untimely (and rather delayed) arrival of my crotchety Aunt Flo. Boo! Off I dashed to the pharmacy to pick up round 3, so that we can keep on keepin' on. Perhaps the third time's the charm? Fingers crossed... A few weeks ago Paul and I decided that after this third round we're going to take a little break from all this drug/doctor interference. We'd originally planned to move right onto whatever is next if the Clomid didn't work but with the holidays coming up we think we'll be better off waiting until the new year before we get into the next stage of treatments. Anywho, that's the scoop on that. I continue...

Recently I've been feeling much more inspired to get down to my craft/sewing room and work on stuff.  Here's a little of what I've been up to: This is pretty rough but LP is in love.  I took the box that our new bathroom vanity came in and turned it into a "train" with a craft knife, some painters tape, a sharpie, and a solo cup stuffed with batting for the smokestack.  LP's only issue?  That the train is "broken down" and won't go.  My issue?  That it's in our living room.  But it'll probably make a trip to the recycling center pretty soon.... I also got a hankering to have a new bag for the fall.  I came across this free pattern and tutorial for the Tohoku Tote and decided to whip one up.  LOVE it and am so happy with how it turned out! My final "just for fun" project was to finally finish up this little quilty throw that I'd started a while ago.  It's baby blanket sized and pieced out of all the little scrap fabrics ...

So we don't really count LP's age by months any more, we just say he's almost 3 (and then freak out internally at the fact that he's ALMOST 3!!!), but I still want to keep track of all the changes in him and all of the things he's up to recently.... At 34 months, LP is, we believe, heading right for the "Terrible Threes" (I've learned, after talking to many people with older children that the threes are worse than the twos...).  He's like the little girl with the curl who when she was good was very very good, and when she was bad she was horrid.  And although I wouldn't say he's horrid, he definitely has learned just which buttons to push... LP is a skinny little guy with a BIG personality who knows just what he wants.  And usually exactly how to get it.  LP's favorite new game is called "Scary Monster" where he chases someone (usually Daddy or Gabby or Papa) around the tree in the backyard, roaring at them while they pretend ...

Back in April I posted about our trouble getting pregnant again. And I’ve been wanting to post more about it since but have instead taken the easy, less emotional way out and posted about all of the projects we’ve tackled this summer around the house. But this project, this attempt for baby #2, is taking up a fair amount of our time and energy as well. In early June my period was late and so I took a pregnancy test. And it was positive! Hooray! I went the next day to the doctor’s office for a blood test. The next day they called and said that once again, my hCG levels were low and to come back in a day or two for another test. So I did, all the while keeping my fingers crossed that things would go well. The results of the next blood test showed even lower levels. And the next day (the day we took LP to the zoo actually), I started bleeding. I tried to focus on having fun at the zoo as a family but all I could think about was that this was another lost baby. ...

Last weekend we battened down the hatches in preparation for Hurricane Irene and then drove towards the storm to New Jersey for my middle brother's wedding. Here are some highlights: The rehearsal (pre Irene) took place outside where the ceremony was originally supposed to be held. The tent for the reception: Friends and family at the rehearsal dinner: The decor (all DIY, flowers too!) by the bride, bridesmaids, and my mom... The beautiful bride getting ready: The place cards ( also DIY!) LP was a very serious ring bearer and spent several minutes telling Uncle Nelson exactly where the ring was on his pillow before a groomsman finally steered him back to his seat with us...: The ceremony was a combination of the regular stuff ( a reading by a friend, remarks by the officiant, and the vows) and a Quaker meeting during which anyone could stand up and speak about the occasion if the spirit moved them to do so.... I managed to stand up and say something without totally bawling my eyes...