Friday the 13th!

I love Friday the 13th. I've loved it since the 6th grade when Kaley J. had a party and we watched scary movies and I got to share a blanket with Calvin S. and Kaley asked him if he liked me and he said yes. Since then, I've had some great Friday the 13ths... the most memorable ones being Friday, April 13, 2007 - the day before my wedding - when my bridesmaids and I all put on our luckiest sundresses and played putt-putt. Friday, August 13, 2009 - the day my little boy turned 3 months old!! 3 months, can you believe it?!? He is blowing my mind every day. I know I haven't said a whole lot about his demeanor and habits and all of that... I've been too afraid I would jinx myself. I think if we make it to 3 months and 1 day with our habits still in tact I will take the risk of speaking/typing the words out loud.

Happy Friday the 13th everyone!!

Body Giggle!

Wordless Wednesday

Peedie

My sister is moving to Puerto Rico... this Saturday!! :( She is moving down there because... well, because she can. While it pains me to say it... I think it's pretty cool. We've got our fingers crossed that she will start up her own blog so that we can follow her journey. She's an incredible photographer (she's the one that's taken all of the awesome pictures of Cole) so we hope she'll post some photos as well.
Have fun, Peedie!! We'll miss you big time!!

Loss

I have been staring at the computer for about 20 minutes trying to figure out what to write here. I guess I will just start at the beginning.
About 2 weeks after Cole was born, I was checking an old email account that I rarely check. I saw an email from my high school alumni association with a name I recognized in the subject line. I opened the email and read that one of my closest friends in high school had passed away a few days before Cole was born. Her wake was the day after he was born and her funeral was the day we came home from the hospital. I read this, stunned. I closed the email and walked slowly to the couch to sit next to Wyatt. He took one look at me and immediately sat up straighter and said, “What’s wrong?” I said, “I just found out that a good friend of mine passed away.” He nodded sadly and said, “Rachel.” I could not figure out how he knew about Rachel to begin with, let alone that she had died. He hugged me tight as he explained that my very best friend from High School (we’ll call her “M” since she might not want to be plastered all over my blog) called my mom the day Cole was born to tell her about Rachel. The 3 of us were inseparable in High School – we were the 3 musketeers I guess you could say. Anyway, M called my mom to tell her because she knew that I was in the hospital and she didn’t want to darken that special day. My mom pulled Wyatt aside as they were wheeling me into the recovery room and together they decided to hold off on telling me. What an incredible family I have. They know me so well and knew that I would have truly struggled with morning Rachel’s death while celebrating Cole’s birth. It would have been too much. Also, what an amazing friend I have in M – to be so aware of what was going on in my life. I have to say that once we went off to college Rachel, M, and I grew apart. I was not a great friend to either one of them and I will truly regret not keeping in better contact with Rachel. M and I were talking the other day and while we are heartbroken that Rachel is gone, we are grateful for the times we shared with her, the laughs, the tears, the stories, the memories – and now we are thankful for her again for reminding us to love and cherish those that are important to us… even if it has been too long since we’ve spoken.
Be at peace, Rachel… and thank you.

NABLOPOMO

You are probably asking yourself, "What in the world does NABLOPOMO mean?" You are also probably asking yourself, "What has gotten into Catron with all of these blog posts?" Well, one thing answers both questions:












Basically, the goal is to post something everyday in the month of November. I got a bit of a late start so I may have cheated a little... but I'm going to give it my best shot. I negleted the blog so much after Cole got here - I owe it some attention.
Enjoy!!

A big first!

Tonight was Cole’s first night away from us. My dear friends Ashley and Jeremy got married… in Charleston, SC! I debated whether or not to bring Cole and finally decided that it would be a really good thing for Wyatt and I to get out of the house and just have some us time. We dropped Cole off with my parents in the morning and then hit the road for the 4 hour drive to Charleston. The ride down there was so fun – just honest to goodness one-on-one time. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed that. The wedding was at the Doubletree Hotel in downtown Charleston and it was beautiful. All of the events were at the hotel so once we checked in; we didn’t have to go anywhere else. We walked around for a little bit, hit up the grocery store, and then went back to prepare for the wedding. The ceremony was totally their style, complete with 95% of the guests drinking beer during the ceremony! The reception was a blast and Wyatt and I tore up the dance floor. Cole spent the day with my family at my Great Uncle John’s Celebration of Life. Mom said he was a perfect baby and that everyone loved meeting him. I hate that we missed the Celebration of Life but I’m thankful that Cole was there to represent for us. We definitely missed him like crazy, but it was a very much needed moment for the two of us. Congrats Ashley & Jeremy!!

YAY!! I made it!

I made it through my first week back at work. It went by faster than I expected. I am so thankful to be off on Fridays though. My husband is the greatest ever for agreeing to work with me on this new schedule (and resulting pay cut) so that I can have 3 days off with my little man.

Kinda yucky...

I went to the dermatologist about a week ago for my yearly checkup. I had a freckle on my stomach that had started to look kinda funny – especially after all the stretching my belly endured baking Cole. I showed the doc and she agreed that it looked funny and decided to take it off for testing. I left the office and thought nothing of it again until yesterday when I got a call saying that it was an abnormal mole with abnormal cells that needed to be removed and I could have it done in the office or have a plastic surgeon do it. (Read that run-on sentence really fast and it’ll sound the way it did in my head.) I didn’t hear much more of the conversation because all I could think about was when my sister was 14 they found a spot on her shoulder and it ended up being melanoma. That and the whole plastic surgeon thing… how big a hunk were they talking? Was I going to have to track down Dr. McSteamy so that I wouldn’t have a gaping hole in my stomach? I survived the birth of a child with no holes in my stomach but give me a little freckle and BAM, holey stomach, batman. After a bit of a frantic laugh fest about Dr. McSteamy and batman I went into the freak-out mode. Thankfully it was close enough to the lunch hour that I could go to my mom’s house (where Cole was) and talk to my mom & Phoebe about it while holding my baby tight. If Wyatt & my daddy had been there too it would have been the most comforting place in the entire world. Mom, Phoebe, and Cole were great though. They talked me off the worse-case-scenario ledge and I was able to call the doctor back to get more details. Turns out – on a scale of 1-5 with 1 being the best and 5 being the worst (i.e. melanoma), my spot was about a 3.5 meaning it was not technically cancer. Thank you, Lord! It still has to come out and that will take place on November 30th. I will have the surgery at the dermatologist’s office – apparently the Dr. McSteamys of the world don’t take out as much “stuff” around the bad spot as dermatologists do. I figure, if you are going in there to test the margins then make sure you get enough margins to know we are in the clear. What’s the point of a small plastic surgeon inspired scar if they don’t take out enough and we just have to do it again. No thanks. Plus, I saw the plastic surgeon and he is no Dr. McSteamy. Damn.Fingers crossed for a clean bill of health and nothing but a belly hole come Nov. 30th.

Wordless Wednesday