While I may not be the best blogger, I am a pretty good blog stalker. The Zeman 4 is a good example. Remember, the woman I don't even know? (look down and to the right)
Then there is her sister, Bree. I have been stalking her blog for just about as long. I started right after she got married (about a year ago). Again, I don't know her, per se, but as I have read her adventures, including her and her husband's ordeals with infertility and in-vitro, I feel like I do.
She is really good at updating her blog so after four and a half weeks of nothing, I knew something was up... and believe me I checked every day hoping for the good news...
"I'm pregnant!", "It's twins!".
Then last night the news came... I was pregnant, it was twins, no heartbeats, d&c Friday.
I cried. And cried. And even prayed a little. Now I am not really the praying type, but for some reason it was the only way I felt I could send this broken-hearted woman and her loving husband some message of peace and hope and faith... I hope God listened.
In her blog she asked that those of us that have children not take for granted the gift we have been given. I won't, Bree. I promise.
I will give my girls an extra kiss tomorrow, in honor of Bree and Brian and their peace and hope and faith... and future family.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I'm Baaaaack!
In high school it was bad... in college it got even worse. I'm talking about procrastination and I am real good at it. And the thing about procrastination is that it builds up and builds up until its like this mountain that you can't climb. Just thinking about it makes you break out in a cold sweat. And so much cool, fun shit has happened to us (some pretty sad stuff too). The blog had become that mountain. It's not that I haven't wanted to. I totally have, but the cold sweats kept coming. Feeling like I couldn't write, be creative, do this family blog the justice it deserved. But just like starting that 15 page paper about feudalism the night before its due, you just have to bite the bullet and do it.
So here is the Reader's Digest version of the past two months. I can't even begin to upload pics to go with it all so if you want to keep up visually... get on facebook.
We went to Fort Robinson with my mom and the Bobcat to celebrate my mom's 60th. What a neat place and a good time! We will definitely be back. We went camping at Jack's Gulch over Memorial Day weekend. A little rain and lots of fun. I turned 36. Thanks to my two little girls, I feel 26. Our Tressy Lulu Bean turned 2. Having a two year old makes me feel like 46. We had to say a very sad goodbye to our 4 year old Dobie, Marley, after he lost the ability to live the life he deserved. RIP buddy, you are missed. Scott and I golfed in a tourney in FC with the Peddicord's. As far as I can remember, I carried them. But that was just practice for Scott since he got to go to Omaha for the Farkle Fund tourney at the end of June. The girls and I went down to the 'mosa to see Nana and Papa and Mark and Marcus. Jake even showed up after getting back from Iraq and we went to Weekends... twice. The 3rd of July and Renner Sports Surfaces treated us to a Rockies game (they won) and some awesome fireworks! Then it was my turn to go to NE. A little BFF time, golf with Ermin and John C Fremont Days... the flight home was rough. And finally, a weekend trip to Glenwood Hot Springs with Grandma and Grandpa Starman. Beautiful weather and, man, that water feels good.
Wow, I can exhale. I did it.
And I will keep doing it. How could you look at this and not?
And it's way better than a paper on feudalism.
So here is the Reader's Digest version of the past two months. I can't even begin to upload pics to go with it all so if you want to keep up visually... get on facebook.
We went to Fort Robinson with my mom and the Bobcat to celebrate my mom's 60th. What a neat place and a good time! We will definitely be back. We went camping at Jack's Gulch over Memorial Day weekend. A little rain and lots of fun. I turned 36. Thanks to my two little girls, I feel 26. Our Tressy Lulu Bean turned 2. Having a two year old makes me feel like 46. We had to say a very sad goodbye to our 4 year old Dobie, Marley, after he lost the ability to live the life he deserved. RIP buddy, you are missed. Scott and I golfed in a tourney in FC with the Peddicord's. As far as I can remember, I carried them. But that was just practice for Scott since he got to go to Omaha for the Farkle Fund tourney at the end of June. The girls and I went down to the 'mosa to see Nana and Papa and Mark and Marcus. Jake even showed up after getting back from Iraq and we went to Weekends... twice. The 3rd of July and Renner Sports Surfaces treated us to a Rockies game (they won) and some awesome fireworks! Then it was my turn to go to NE. A little BFF time, golf with Ermin and John C Fremont Days... the flight home was rough. And finally, a weekend trip to Glenwood Hot Springs with Grandma and Grandpa Starman. Beautiful weather and, man, that water feels good.
Wow, I can exhale. I did it.
And I will keep doing it. How could you look at this and not?
And it's way better than a paper on feudalism.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sugar Bugs
We have these friends that were able to get theirs boys into religiously brushing their teeth by telling them that if they didn't>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
SUGAR BUGS!!!!
They get in there and the EAT your teeth and they are
BAD!
We copied. Good oral hygiene is important.
The Dad got a winsdom tooth pulled. It was so gross yet fascinating at the same time. I should have been a dentist.
I will spare you the other side... yuck!
But as Starman showed it to Rowan, he looked at her and said "This is...
SUGAR BUGS!"
Her eyes got as big as saucers and we were both surprised she didn't run in and start brushing right then!
We are big believers in the "whatever works" theory on parenting.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A Deed of the Heart
As I am sure you have figured out by now, Scott is from Nebraska. And so are his parents. And so are their parents. And probably so are thiers. I don't know. SO I will start out right now with a big fat disclaimer... I do not profess to be an "expert". They know who they are...:) It's really for those people and our girls, who will never see it, that I write this. All I know is what I know.
When Scott took me to Nebraska for the first time, we drove by the farm. Slowly. And I looked at that place and really was listening with great intent about all the games of hide and seek that Starman had played, but what I was really thinking about... was life on the farm.
Back in the day, outside Petersburg, Nebraska. FOURTEEN crazy kids running all over place... and noise, lots of noise, I'm sure. Thanking God for health, a good garden crop and the windbreak. I can only speculate but I am sure the food was good, the fights were many and the work was hard. I know for a fact the love was strong.
Grandma and Grandpa moved to town years ago and I believe renters came and went until it just sat empty, except for the friendly ghosts of memories past. Grandpa passed and Grandma moved to Omaha to be closer to the family. A couple months ago I got a mass email to the fam (you can imagine the size of that list!) Scott's cousin, Gloria, had an update on the farm. It was coming down. The time had come. Everyone was invited to come celebrate life on the farm.
It must have been heartwrenching... my mother-in-law was there with as many of the siblings that could make it, and grandkids and great-grandkids. No doubt Farkle was there too, blue yummy in hand. And down it came. A big bonfire followed and this is what was left.
It all caused me to take pause and reflect on the value we put on physical places. Take this little cracker box on Settlers Drive, that is hardly worth what we owe thanks to the mortgage crises and foreclosure mess. But that's just on paper. What it means to us, and will long after we have said good-bye to it, is immeasurable and we will always have that. Just as the Lordemann's will always have "the farm". A deed of the heart.
And as a footnote and testament to the resiliency and innovation of this great country... guess what they might use the land for?
A wind farm. Our new energy economy will be fueled by the laughter of children, the toil of hard-working hands and thoughts of choke cherry jelly...floating on the breeeze.
When Scott took me to Nebraska for the first time, we drove by the farm. Slowly. And I looked at that place and really was listening with great intent about all the games of hide and seek that Starman had played, but what I was really thinking about... was life on the farm.
Back in the day, outside Petersburg, Nebraska. FOURTEEN crazy kids running all over place... and noise, lots of noise, I'm sure. Thanking God for health, a good garden crop and the windbreak. I can only speculate but I am sure the food was good, the fights were many and the work was hard. I know for a fact the love was strong.
Grandma and Grandpa moved to town years ago and I believe renters came and went until it just sat empty, except for the friendly ghosts of memories past. Grandpa passed and Grandma moved to Omaha to be closer to the family. A couple months ago I got a mass email to the fam (you can imagine the size of that list!) Scott's cousin, Gloria, had an update on the farm. It was coming down. The time had come. Everyone was invited to come celebrate life on the farm.
It must have been heartwrenching... my mother-in-law was there with as many of the siblings that could make it, and grandkids and great-grandkids. No doubt Farkle was there too, blue yummy in hand. And down it came. A big bonfire followed and this is what was left.
It all caused me to take pause and reflect on the value we put on physical places. Take this little cracker box on Settlers Drive, that is hardly worth what we owe thanks to the mortgage crises and foreclosure mess. But that's just on paper. What it means to us, and will long after we have said good-bye to it, is immeasurable and we will always have that. Just as the Lordemann's will always have "the farm". A deed of the heart.
And as a footnote and testament to the resiliency and innovation of this great country... guess what they might use the land for?
A wind farm. Our new energy economy will be fueled by the laughter of children, the toil of hard-working hands and thoughts of choke cherry jelly...floating on the breeeze.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Awwwwww...kinda.
So Rowan made me a Mother's Day gift at school. Now these are the things that really warm your heart. A cute hand painted terra cotta pot with a little mum in it. Get it? Mum?
But the best part was the little bag it came in... Specially decorated by the little hands of my first born child. She was so proud to show it to me and tell me in great detail all about what was on it.
"See these are balloons. And this is a house I drew (the two yellow circles with the green rectangles beneath). And these are stickers of stars, because we are Starman's.
And then we turn to the other side...awwww, I'm thinking the same thing you are as she begins her narrative.
"These are more balloons I drew and a heart and stickers of flowers because you like flowers."
"And me and Mrs. Hess."
I should have known...My hair isn't that big.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Big Girls Don't Cry
I've been thinking its high time I gave a little update on the girlies- The update is they are getting big. And I love it! Now I do occasionally wax nostalgic thinking about the "baby days". They were both pretty good babies and I do love me a baby. But I love each new age better than the last.
I think she liked the bus trip the best!
Tressin, our little lulu bean, is hilarious. Her verbal skills are slowly but surely coming along, with the help of pretty good speech language therapist. Screeching, screaming and "mummle" are no longer her only forms of communication. She's just so fun to have around!
(Don't forget to pause the playlist to watch the vid)
We had a very nice Easter. The girls had candy for breakfast and maybe lunch, but then they were pretty much over it. We made a yummy dinner (linner) and shared it with our friends. Derrick's wife and kids have made the move to CO and we were so happy to have them all here!
I need to get better at the ole blog. I've been slacking lately. And I am going to re-attempt the Avery/Kirsten Weight Loss Program by taking the girl dog on lots more walks. Whatever works. All of us are looking forward to spring/summer!
Sunday was the first time in six years our anniversary has fallen on Easter. We were wondering how many times that will happen... It was cool to think about us in our 70's celebrating our anniversary on Easter...again. I also thought a lot about the day we got married. Besides being a great day, I couldn't help thinking that while a lot has changed since that sunny day in Vegas...
Rowan is four going on fourteen; I can hardly handle it sometimes. Her swimming lesson are going well although I hope she graduates guppies before high school. She is still very into school. She had her first field trip to a real farm (The Cozy Cow Dairy). Oh man, I LOVED being able to go. Nothing cuter than a bunch of pre-schoolers at a farm.
I think she liked the bus trip the best!
She keeps telling us she is ready to go camping and spends a lot of time planning her birthday party--at the end of August. As anyone who has been around a four year old would know, it isn't always fun and games. Talking back, not listening, and swallowing marbles...It could be a long summer. I sure do love her!
Tressin, our little lulu bean, is hilarious. Her verbal skills are slowly but surely coming along, with the help of pretty good speech language therapist. Screeching, screaming and "mummle" are no longer her only forms of communication. She's just so fun to have around!
(Don't forget to pause the playlist to watch the vid)
We had a very nice Easter. The girls had candy for breakfast and maybe lunch, but then they were pretty much over it. We made a yummy dinner (linner) and shared it with our friends. Derrick's wife and kids have made the move to CO and we were so happy to have them all here!
I need to get better at the ole blog. I've been slacking lately. And I am going to re-attempt the Avery/Kirsten Weight Loss Program by taking the girl dog on lots more walks. Whatever works. All of us are looking forward to spring/summer!
Sunday was the first time in six years our anniversary has fallen on Easter. We were wondering how many times that will happen... It was cool to think about us in our 70's celebrating our anniversary on Easter...again. I also thought a lot about the day we got married. Besides being a great day, I couldn't help thinking that while a lot has changed since that sunny day in Vegas...
A lot hasn't-- We still argue about stupid things, agree about important things, like ourselves and love each other. We are still very happy and extremely lucky.
Livin' the dream, baby. Livin' the dream.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Downplay
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