This last Tuesday my first love was honored during ETS week. E stands for emergency and I think the T is training and the S is services. But I could be wrong. Their was a ceremony type thing where Ernie was given an accommodation for helping to save a ten year old's life during a call last year and both Chase and I couldn't have been more proud. He is so modest when it comes to this stuff, but he doesn't realize what impact he has on those people he has helped. He was sent on a strike team on Thursday to help fight a fire that spread 3,400 acres in the Santa Cruz mountains. He is back now- safe and sound. It was the first time he has gone out to a fire like that so it was very new for the both of us. We missed the heck out of him and are so happy he is back.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
It's not just a rumour! Chase has pulled himself up to standing three times now and I have been lucky enough to capture it on camera! He is in such a hurry to grow up and is already such a little energizer bunny- I don't even want to imagine how he is going to be once he starts moving! When he isn't too busy standing up and growing up, he likes to hang out with his grammy and gramp. They are helping him with his teething!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Short and sweet- We went to the fire station for the annual pancake breakfast and than spent the day with Ernie's family at the boardwalk. Ernie got me a coffee mug and t shirt with Chase's picture on both. So cute but it made me feel so old! Just a few pics for your enjoyment...
Monday, May 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I think I have lost my mind to my son. My mind belongs to someone else- someone who dreams about being killed for using the wrong kind of bottles, or sitting in the pediatricians office being yelled for not using enough sunscreen on the baby! Pre-Chase all I ever thought about was stuff like Ernie, school, work, family, friends, and the latest celebrity gossip. Now if you see me sitting at a red light and I appear to be in heavy concentration, possibly coming up with the best exit plan for Iraq, I am not. Don't be fooled. In fact, I am desperately trying to figure out what Elmo was singing. He says, "leaves, ____, and Oscar is green! HeHeh!" And I am trying so hard to figure out what that second word is. replaying it over and over in my head and swearing I am going to get home and replay it until I figure out what the hell he is saying. I told you I am going crazy. Post-Chase all I can think about is him, Ernie, family, and anything that could put a baby in danger, possibly sick, or just plain unhappy. I am constantly trying to think of more ways to be the perfect mom so that my son has all he deserves. I am now a organic baby food maker, an aspiring sewing machine master, making bread at-home-type, praying for a minute to clean, kind of mom. Instead of singing the most recent overplayed song on the radio I am singing the ABC's in the voices of Elmo, Zoe, Cookie monster, and Ernie, (not my Ernie). Chase has consumed not just my brain and my heart, but almost every single morsel of me as well. Their are times where I utterly crave being able to turn my brain off and pretend to not have a care in the world. But I can't turn it off. I simply have the most important cares in the world and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Ok I'd definitely trade the scary dreams, but everything else can stay for good. I can go on and on with how my brain is slowly turning to mush but I think I have given you a pretty clear picture already. Life is different, and sometimes it may seem foreign, but it's mine. And I love it.