Monday, September 26, 2011

Wednesday night part 1, the good part.

Wednesday was one of those treat days we rarely get. By the grace of God we got free LA Kings tickets. We had the most incredible time as a family that I could remember at a game. Our seats were horrible but that didn't stop my boy from being as loud as he could possible be. Each time the Kings earned a Power Play you'd see the 4 of us head bangin' to Metallica, AC/DC or whichever band they played for that particular power play. My family LOVES hockey. It doesn't matter if the Kings win or lose, for us it's about the time spent together.

Every year I make the kids take a photo with Wayne. This started when I was pregnant with Jordan. The very first photo we have with Matthew and Wayne was taken the day before I found out I was pregnant with him. I have 10 years of photos like these.



My kids are loud. I'm sure they annoy people at the game but the way I look at it, if you don't want to hear the screaming fans, stay home. 


The kids are slowly learning the rules.If there is a bad call made they'll let you know. Hmmmm.... did Daddy have anything to do with that? The Kings lost on a bad, BAD call but the memories of that night will stay with me forever. Matthew yelling at the ref was priceless. Getting the crowd into the game IS his thing. Up until this year I'd say he bleeds purple and black like Rick but they went and changed colors so now he bleeds black, white and a bit of silver.  

And yes, again we were reminded of how spoiled we've become over the years. 300 level seats are great if they are free. If we're paying, we're down by the glass. And my fingers and toes will be purple-- thanks to my Raynaud's ;) But it's worth every single minute.








Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ten years ago today...

I turned 27. I was pregnant with our first child. America changed forever and I was reminded that life goes on.

Pregnancy insomnia was something I learned to live with. I woke up at 2:30 AM which was very typical for me during my pregnancy. I laid in bed for a while trying to go back to sleep but decided to get up around 3. I turned on the TV and watched the rest of Deep Blue Sea. After that Full Metal Jacket. Rick got up around 6-6:30 then headed to work. Shortly after that I turned to the local morning news and what I saw I will never forget.

For hours I watched TV. I sat sobbing for every person lost. Every family who would never see their loved one again. For the children who would grow up with their Mommy or Daddy. I also cried for the little baby swimming safe inside me. I couldn't imagine bringing a child into the world after 9/11.

At some point I pulled myself away from the TV to shower. My annual birthday breakfast with my favorite aunt was not going to be taken away from me by some terrorists. After breakfast I went home and was glued to the TV until about 5. After Rick got home we went to my parents for dinner. We had dinner then watched President Bush address the nation. I laid on Rick's lap, crying, while he played with my hair. Again, I was thinking about bringing a new life into our troubled world. I thought we were crazy. I was sure that the attacks in New York and Washington DC were just the beginning of an all out assault on America. As I was thinking the worst was still to come I felt a tiny little tap. Kinda like what a bubble popping would feel like. I brushed it off and figured it was gas. Then it happened again. And again. My Peanut was moving inside me. Tears of sorrow were now tears of joy.

I don't know why I felt Jordan when I did but I needed to at that moment. My entire outlook changed with those tiny taps. Jordan gave me the best birthday gift I could have ever asked for. Every year as we remember those who were lost, I will thank my Peanut for reminding me that even in our darkest hour when we feel hopeless, life will go on.