Every baby has a story...

As the mother of a premature infant who needed extra medical care at birth, I am extremely passionate about walking in the March of Dimes March for Babies this year. Please click the photo of Bronx in the sidebar to support my team. If you have had a premature infant in your life, you know how important this is. And to those who have been fortunate enough to be blessed with a healthy infant, give thanks and help us fight for those babies who have not been as lucky.

Thank you, with all of my heart.


I have pictures of both of my sons holding crazy weapons as babies. Let me just point out that all the props are 100% fake. Still, does anyone else think this is just a little bit weird? I do.

Seriously, we are not freaks. And I have pretty good explainations for the photos. The first photo is a publicity shot that our family took for the film, Red Velvet. Unfortuately, if you don't count my Uncle Hiro, that photo is probably the closest we will ever come to Hollywood. Most likely because we are dorky enough to all dress up as a family in Green Lantern gear...and then go out in public. (For those of you who don't know, my husband is a huge comic book geek)

The second photo is an accident. Kamryn gave Bronx a play knife from his kiddie kitchen as I was getting ready to take a nice picture of the baby smiling in his little Prince Lionheart seat. Thanks to my toddler and his gracious ability to share toys with his brother, I now have a photo of Bronx looking like a tiny maniac.

Well, if they ever want to make The Addams Family into a reality show, maybe we could try out.
I'm probably going to wish that I had saved this post for October.


I have been toying with the idea of reconstructing my blog layout for quite sometime, but I knew it was going to be a very time-consuming project. Since I haven't been able to find any real spare time for the better part of three years, I decided the blog would just have to stay basic.

Lucky me, I have had the most insane bout of insomia since I stopped taking the crazy pills a few months ago (read the last post to find out about my stint with psychotic-inducing pharmacuticals). The lack of sleep has left me with enough extra time to tweak my blog design. So here is all the creativity that I could unleash with two nights of sleep deprivation and endless html coding. Enjoy the new look!

A Look Back

2009. It started off great, turned miserable, got worse, got better and then ended with the lamest New Year's Eve I think I've ever had.

Here's a breakdown of what happened:

We found out 7 days into 2009 that we were pregnant again. That was great news considering that I had just passed my due date for the baby that we had lost the month before.

Within the first few weeks of the pregnancy I ended up with hyperemesis. At-home nursing care and a Reglan pump became a significant part of my life by February.

In March, things got worse. A very dear friend of ours, Chris Abeyta was killed while serving our country in Afghanistan. He received a true hero's homecoming, and my husband, my friends and I all said goodbye to a great soldier and an ever better man.

In April, my youngest sister got married and I got to do the classiest thing ever. Be a pregnant bridesmaid.

And Kamryn got to be the ringbearer. What a great excuse for a toddler freakout.

In May, we had a horrible scare. I started bleeding and went into premature labor at 22 weeks into my pregnancy. It turned out to be a low-lying placenta. It had gotten a tear which caused the bleeding and contractions. The labor was stopped with medication.

In June, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes two days before my husband went on a trip to China and Japan. I was left alone for two whole weeks. Seven months pregnant and a toddler clinging to my leg. What was dear hubby doing over in Asia? Pretending to be a ninja. If he wasn't such a good husband, I'd still be using that trip to blackmail him by guilt.

All that specialized martial arts training, and I can still take him in a fight. What a shame.

August was more eventful than we thought it was going to be. Bronx was born 5 weeks early, with no warning, on our 4th wedding anniversary. Greatest present ever. But the hospital stay was full of uncertainity and anxiety. His lungs were underdeveloped and there was even a scare about his heart. Click here to read his birth story...
The rest of the year has been a blur. Taking care of the kids has kept me busy, sleepless and up to my elbows in dirty diapers. Matt and I didn't want to take a chance and end up like the Duggars, so I opted to go on a pill that's comapatible with breastfeeding. It made me clinically insane for about five weeks until I figured out it was the reason my husband was about two minutes away from finding me a nice padded cell and a matching straightjacket. The pills went in the trash can and I became somewhat normal again.

Then, the holidays came. After a frenzied day of flying wrapping paper and bows, the boys ended up with a gazillon toys and we got a Wii. Matt got angry because the Fit Plus program called him overweight. I became fearful of the potential damage that 44 cans of  Play-Doh could do to my house. To make matters a little more blah, the kids ended up sick (with some sort of bug that lasted for almost three whole weeks) and I spent New Year's Eve at an overcrowded doctor's office. That night, Matt fell asleep early and I sat on the computer all night by myself working on the design for the Team Bronx March for Babies shirts.

2010 is full of promise, though. Matt will graduate from school soon with his Master's degree and we hope that he can find a better job. If not, let's keep our fingers crossed that we win the lottery.


I have had exactly two vehicles in my lifetime. An old Pontiac Grand Am and an even older Ford Ranger. And not in that order. Those cars came to me out of fate, family sympathy and a desperation to have something that moved on four wheels.

Now that I have two children, the Pontiac was anything but ideal. There was no room with the carseats, no space in the trunk (the double stroller was such a tight fit it was ridiculous) and it was highly unsafe. It also was ready to have some repairs done that would have cost more than the actual value of the car.

So, Matt and I decided it was time for a new family vehicle. So here is what we got...

I said a long time ago that I would never, ever own a minivan. I said this because I refuse to ever become a soccer mom. Just the thought of it gives me a migraine that even Excedrin won't cure. My kids and their bratty little friends piling into my van so I can shuttle them around while they kick the back of my seats with muddy soccer cletes and spray Capri Suns all over the place. And that's before I have to sit through the boring soccer game.

I still plan on avoiding the soccer mom status at all costs. I'm hoping my boys will like baseball. However, the minivan still won when we started looking for our new car. The van is really the only thing that you can get if you are planning on hauling around three car seats at once sometime in the future (yep, three). It also has tons of space and storage and the kids can see out the window from their carseats (something they couldn't do in the Pontiac).

And the best part? We got one with a DVD player so if the kids get really bored, we can stop the whining with a movie. Kamryn is really starting to enjoy the Genesis concert DVD's we have, so I don't have to listen to so much "Yo Gabba Gabba!" anymore. Still thanking my lucky stars that he's becoming a Phil fan!

The most amazing thing is, I actually love it. Maybe that's more because it's the nicest and newest vehicle I've ever owned. More importantly, I have peace of mind when I strap them into their carseats because I know they are much safer now. It's comforatble too. With the DVD and all the cupholders, it's kind of like taking your living room with you wherever you go.
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