So, I’ve been trying to get back into swap-bot and joined up on a swap all about my kids! So, here are the questions, and some pictures of my kids to boot! So, the swap asks for baby pictures. Sadly, all of my baby pictures are in storage. So, I went with the youngest pictures of my kids that I could find on my digital means.
My son at age 5
- How many children do you have? I have 2 kids, one boy and one girl.
- Where were they born? (Hospital, home?) Both my kids were born in the hospital, in different states.
- What are their current ages? My son is 14, my daughter is 10.
- How old were you when you had your first child? I was 20 when I had my son. Makes me feel old thinking about it.
- What did you like/love about being pregnant? I think that my favorite thing about being pregnant was feeling the baby move. That first fluttering movement, it’s just amazing.
My daughter at 18 months
What didn’t you like about it? All the typical complaints, hurting feet and back, morning sickness, weight gain.
- Did you have an epidural? I did, both times. Though with my daughter, the way I had to lay to keep her on the monitor made it so that I was only numb on one said, and it wasn’t so bad.
- Is your mother still living? Alive and well and the mother of 9 children herself.
- What’s the best characteristic or trait that your children inherited from you? Both of my kids are stubborn and opinionated, just like me. I think this is a good thing (but I may be biased).
- What’s the best characteristic or trait that your children inherited from their father? Both kids can be very sweet, which they get from their dad.
- Do you still live at the same address you did when your youngest child was born? I don’t even live on the same side of the country
- Did your babies carry security blankets? Pacifiers? My son used a pacifier, but never had a blankie. My daughter started out on a pacifier, but got rid of it herself when she realized she could use her thumb, which she still does while cuddling her blankie.
- Do any of your babies still live with you? Both of them.
- Do any of your babies have babies of their own? Goodness, I hope not!
- What’s your hope and prayer for your babies in the future? That they grow into active, productive members of society and leave the world a bit better than when they arrived.
All three of us this past fall ages 14 and 10 (and me, so, not a kid)
Second week in March, more on hobbies!
I think I do dabble bit in a lot of different hobbies. Aside from reading (as mentioned last week) and being obsessed over the TV shows I watch, I also like to make collages, cross stitch, and make digital art. I’ve been making magazine collages since I was a kid. Not that I’m very good at it, but I think it’s fun. Cross stitch I’m ok at, just really slow. And digital art…mostly that’s related to the TV show I’m currently obsessed with. I’ve been working on the same cross stitch for over 10 years now. I just don’t put the time into it that I need to to make have it done faster.
First week on March. Theme: Hobbies
I loved to read. Anything I could get my hands on I would read. I always had a book. I would walk home from school reading a book in middle school and high school. I was a late bloomer when it came to schooling, reading especially. When I was in second grade, I was in the lowest possible reading group. I was basically unable to read more than a few words. One of my friends in class was reading the Box Car Children books and I wanted to read them. She had read a few chapters to me and I thought they were so interesting. I remember showing my second grade teacher the book that I wanted to check out of the school library. And she told me no because I couldn’t read it. And that pissed me off. I wanted to read that book and by golly I was going to read that book! Well, third grade came around and it was, to my recollection, a night and day difference. I just started reading. I still can’t spell to save my life, but I can read with the best of them.
The last post for February is also about friendships.
I think what I admire most in my friends is the ability to listen, to keep a secret, and to just “be”. I don’t want to have to feel like I’m putting on a show when I’m around someone I’m supposed to be a friend with. I spend my professional life watching every word I saw, judging it for therapeutic value before it leaves my mouth. In my down time I don’t need that sort of stress. I want to be able to just let go and be me, without fear of judgment.
More on friendship.
My first “best friend”? That’s a tough one. I’ve always had more acquaintances than friends. But, there is one person, who when I was younger, was a friend to me. Someone that I would spend the night at her house, go with her family to the naval base to go swimming on dependent days (I was the “adopted” daughter because with my dirty blond hair and green eyes I looked nothing like my Filipino friend or her family). Lizza (pronounced like the conventionally spelled Lisa) was a year younger than me, but that didn’t stop us from becoming good friends. We had similar interests (we liked to sing and read) and we were both socially awkward. We lost touch for the longest time, only getting back in touch in the last few years via Facebook. We don’t have much in common any more. She never went to college (or if she did, never got more than an associates degree) and has had more babies that I can remember. She’s married to a guy that no one thought she would get married to, and lives in a different part of the country than I do. Our political views are different too, which has always struck me as off because we grew up in the same church, with similar believing parents. But, it happens. So we like each other’s photos, and occasionally post on each other’s walls. And at least I remember simpler times when we were still kids.
February continues with love and friendship.
I have a good number of peripheral friendships, friends that I touch bases with only on occasion. Ones that aren’t around very often, mainly due to being on the other side of the country. But I have to say that the friendship I value the most is that of my fiance. We have been together for almost seven years. It will be seven years at the end of April. We’ve been through a lot together. We moved across the country for school together, we got jobs in the same obscure county to be together. And in June we will be married.
February is the month of love. How fitting is it that the first question or the month is about love.
I do not know how either of my grandparent’s met. Not really. But I can share what I do know.
My dad’s parents met after World War II, they were both working in Washington DC, my grandmother worked in the war office. She was older than he was. They got divorced in the 70’s, when California made it easier to get a divorce. I don’t know if their relationship was happy. I know that my grandfather was an alcoholic, and that they lost two children when they were very young.
My mom’s parents, well, that’s a different story. My grandma has been married three times. And has outlived two of those three husbands. Her first husband died in a logging accident, leaving her with two small daughters at home. My grandfather, her second husband, was her first husbands best friend. They had four daughters together and he raised all six as though they were his own, and my grandma’s first husbands parents treated all o the girl as though they were their granddaughters, to the point that I knew my great-grandma as my great-grandma before I even knew that my grandma had a different husband than my grandpa. My grandpa died before my parents got married. He was in his 40’s and died of a heart attack. She’s been married to her third husband now since i was a little girl, probably close to 20 years. He’s been my grandpa almost longer than my dad’s dad who died when I was in high school.
This exercise makes me think that I need to find out, especially from my dad, how his parents met. I’m sure he knows. I’ve just never really asked.