Saturday, January 10, 2015

Pink or Blue?



It’s announcement time! If we’re real-life Facebook friends you probably know already, but I had an ultrasound this week to find out if the newest Sanchez will be pink or blue and…PINK!


I’ve already bought things she won’t possibly be able to wear for at least a year, but I cannot be held responsible when the clothes are this cute! 


All three kiddos are so excited, and Judah can’t wait to have another one of his girls to take care of. And he takes the task of taking care of 'all of his girls' very seriously while Mr. Bug is away! We had all the kiddos in the room for the ultrasound (which was so cool), and he kept patting my leg and even asked me, "Are you okay, Mommy?" He's pretty much the best. :)

Eden and Adaleine wore pink to school on Friday and took along their very own ultrasound photo to show all their friends and teachers. This pregnancy is exciting because we are all sharing in the joy and anticipation of waiting for this little one!

Here's our little family right before we went in to the doctor!


Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Sanchez Family Recap Because I'm a Slacker



Alrighty then. I’m a bad blogger/procrastinator/over-committer and I haven’t written for months. Which seriously makes me hurt inside. I’ve got stuff to say, people! I’ve got thoughts and feelings and random musings! But it felt wrong to sit down and write a ‘musings’ post when I haven’t written a ‘here’s what’s going on in our lives’ post in so long. So, without further ado…


Here’s what’s going on in our lives! A recap of the last couple of months. With pictures. You’re so so welcome.

Eden and Adaleine ran in a one-mile kid’s run called the Pumpkin Run in October and loved it! Eden ran in the second grade heat and finished that mile in 10:30, then decided to run again in Adaleine’s kindergarten heat a little bit later and finished 40 seconds faster! Leave it to the oldest to show up her kid sister in her own heat! Anyway, Eden had so much fun in that race she wanted to run in the Governor’s Cup Run the next weekend and finished in 9:02. She was the second 7-year-old girl to finish, and the first one was only one second ahead of her! 

The girls before the Pumpkin Run

Miss Eden before the Governor's Cup Run
We played in the leaves...



Halloween went off without a hitch. Well, except for the bald patches all over my head from pulling my hair out while trying to make three costumes last-minute because I had about two crazy weeks leading up to it. Anywho…Halloween. We went for a Star Wars theme this year because our kids are young and impressionable and we were able to convince them that’s what they wanted to be. #Winning. Judah rocked the world as Han Solo, Adaleine was the cutest little Leia you’ve ever seen, and Eden was Padme. The coolest part? They all had their own {fake!} gun. We’re pretty serious about Halloween, y’all. 



 

Right after Halloween, we shared some pretty big news with the world…new baby due in May! We find out this next week whether it’ll be pink or blue because I obviously cannot wait until May to find out. Did you just meet me? I’ve gotta plan and decorate and stress over names! Oh, and before you ask: yes, this was on purpose. Yes, we know how this keeps happening. No, we’re not crazy. And yes, we know our lives are going to be turned upside-down. We can’t wait!


Adaleine Grace turned six! Six. Seriously. Let’s let that sink in for a second. Here she was yesterday:


And now she’s six. It ain’t right. 


We celebrated with a Princess and the Pea Pajamas & Pancakes Party {say that ten times fast} and it was a hit! Party time was a Saturday morning and all of her little friends came over in their pajamas, which was a special treat. I didn’t do a big dessert table or anything for this party like I’ve done in the past; I just set up a long table on cement blocks on the floor and had the girls eat their pancakes, fruit and sausage together to kick off the party. For party games, we played ‘Pin the Pea on the Mattress’ which really had no winner and was just fun. I also had kits for everyone so they could make their own princess on a pile of mattresses, but we ran out of time during the party so they took those home. Sissy had so much fun and so did her friends!


Thanksgiving. Eden and Adaleine both won the wishbone battle so we’ll probably be like the luckiest family in Lincoln for all of 2015. We visited family after Turkey Day and the girls wrangled chickens. Because that’s what you do on the farm. My grandpa, who is 98 years old, dressed up as Santa Claus! He didn’t fool any of the kids but they loved it! He pretty much rocks.



 

The girls had their Christmas concert at school in which they both--of course--sang beautifully and stole the show. {Biased mom alert!}

Ready to head out to the concert!

After the concert with their flowers from Mr. Bug
Then finally, Christmas. The munsters gave a little concert of Christmas songs at their Nana & Papa's on Christmas night, and I wasn't even the only one who thought they were cute! We had about two weeks off of school, so we spent a week on the road visiting family and the second week at home in our pajamas. Basically the perfect vacation.  

Santa usually stops by my in-laws' house if we're there on Christmas Eve ;)

Ready to open presents Christmas morning! Judah loves snuggling up to his girls.
So that’s our last couple months in a nutshell. I’m hoping to get back here a little more regularly in the future, so hopefully we’ll have more regular updates from now on! I hope everyone is having a fabulous and marvelous and beautimous new year so far!





Happy New Year from our family to yours!


Thursday, October 23, 2014

I Want To Remember



There are so many things that—as a parent—you want to hold onto and remember forever. The way your baby smelled after a bath, the way she said ‘elphanant’ for the longest time, the way he will stop what he’s doing just to give you a kiss. 

These are bright moments that we hold onto. Why wouldn’t you want to remember those moments of happiness and joy? It makes sense. 

But there will inevitably be moments that are darker, scarier, more somber. Those moments are less bright, but to me they’re no less important. They tell the story, too. The moments of fear after Eden was born when the nurses were trying to get her to breathe, the minutes after Adaleine fell into the fire when the realization sunk in that we might have a very different reality now, or when we had to take our little four-month-old boy in for surgery to repair a hernia.


This is Eden right after she was born. So tiny and fragile at less than 5 lbs.

You see that smile?? The ONLY time this girl cried about her burns was when they needed cleaned. She is so amazing.
Judah with Sergio, the bear they gave him at the hospital after his surgery
We had some of those harder times last year here at the Bug household. Something I haven’t shared here in this place up until now simply because I couldn’t think quite how to put it out there. But I decided that I want to remember, so I’m writing it down here.

Last May, we had a brief love affair with our fourth child and then had to say goodbye a week later.

On May 2, 2013 I had a positive pregnancy test that left me numb for about 12 hours. Once the numbness wore off, I realized I was actually excited! This was a surprise to both Mr. Bug and I considering my reaction to the news that I was pregnant with Judah.

For one blissful week, we talked and we planned. We texted and called each other with ideas for names and ways to tell our families. We started brainstorming new sleeping arrangements, figuring out where the baby should be. There wasn’t a cloud on the horizon. This was a bright moment!

Then on the 8th, I started to bleed. I knew immediately something was off because although I knew spotting is common toward the beginning of pregnancy it had never happened with my other kiddos. I made an appointment for a blood draw the next day but wasn’t terribly surprised when the nurse called afterward and said it looked like my levels were dropping. I was losing the baby.

And I cried. I cried for the little person we wouldn’t get to hold. I cried for little Judah who wouldn’t get to be a big brother. I cried for the girls who wouldn’t get to help with their little baby. I cried for me. For the baby I couldn’t carry.

We had agreed on the name Cora for a girl, and that is the name that comes to mind still when that little one is in my thoughts. 

Cora. It means ‘filled heart.’ Filled with love. Filled with pain. Filled with loss. But also filled with gratitude. I didn’t get to hold that baby in my arms, but she filled my heart to the brim. 

God let us have her for a week. I don’t blame Him for what happened. I never felt He ‘took’ anything away from me. He never promised me that baby but He was there when I couldn’t keep her. And I trust Him and what He wants to do in our lives, even when it doesn’t seem like it makes sense.

One of the things that people say when they hear someone has had a miscarriage is “You’ll get over this eventually. After some time, you’ll forget.” Well, that’s unacceptable to me.

I want to remember. My kids know they have a little brother or sister that they didn’t get to meet and they know that it’s okay to be sad about it. They know that sometimes things don’t work the way we want them to, but that doesn’t mean they’re wrong. I feel the ache from time to time for the baby that we lost, but my arms are never empty with my three beautiful children here with me. 


                                                                                                                                                                   

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

It's Just a Freaking Shirt, Kid!



“Eden, do you want to wear the grey shirt or the red shirt?”

“Neither.”

“Okay. Adaleine, do you want to wear the grey shirt or the red shirt?”

“The red shirt!”

“Alrighty then! Looks like Adaleine’s wearing the red and Eden’s wearing the grey!”

Weep and gnashing of teeth.

This was the beginning of a thirty-minute meltdown about how the boys will make fun of her for wearing a grey shirt and they will say it’s a boy’s shirt. Then further into the abyss of tantrumdom when I suggested she splash some water on her face to help her calm down. Then the world almost stopped turning when she explained to me – while staring at her red and teary face in the mirror – that iiiiiittttt waaaaaaaaassssnnnnnn’t heeeeelllllllpiiiiiiinnnngggg.

Seriously. 

Then I lost my cool and shouted at her that I wasn’t going to listen to my seven-year-old daughter throw a fit like a little baby about a shirt. Then she cried some more and I noticed a little stream of snot flowing from her nose. Isn’t it funny how my daughter was throwing a royal tantrum in the bathroom and all I could think was I need to add tissues onto my list for the store.

The problem is if she had just freaking told me that she didn’t want to wear the grey shirt because she thought the boys would make fun of her, I probably would have listened! I would have told her that boys are stupid and they have no idea about things like that, but if she didn’t want to wear the shirt she didn’t have to. But then she threw a fit.

Tough choice here, folks. The logic is sound(ish) but the attitude was all wrong. 

I’m torn between being a tough mom who won’t take crap from my daughter about a shirt and being an understanding mom who doesn’t want some dumb boys making fun of her. 

Rock, meet Hard Place.

This is parenting.
 
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