CABALLERO

Okay - now I can breath again. I've had the weight of updating my blog on my shoulders for weeks now, and I can officially check it off the list. Whew - 1 down 20 more to go. Progress is progress.

I read something the other day that said, 80% of us procrastinate, 20% of us make it a habit. It really hit me. I fit well into the 20% category. I have definately made it a habit in my life and, well I just wasn't happy with myself. I wasn't getting the satisfaction out of life that seems to come to naturally for most people. So while I was away, not blogging, I did some soul searching so to speak and decided to make some changes. Best thing ever. I feel more organized, more ready to face my everyday life with a positive attitude. It also rubs off a great deal on Noah and Ed I find. Both are happier and let go more, which makes life for all of us more easy going and enjoyable. I'm only sad that I didn't figure this out sooner. Everything has a time and purpose though, so I am incredibly greatful for the lesson, no matter when it came.

Moving on,

About a week ago my Doctor sent me to a dermatologist for something on my foot. (I'll spare you the icky details) She saw me and I had barely learned her name when she informed me that I would need a small surgery and that she would do it right then and there.

Umm excuse me?? Did you say surgery as in I would need a needle in my foot??
( I was just crying to Ed that this might happen moments ago in the car. He told me that he would be right there with me and it would be alright. Unfortunately Noah was starting to act up in the waiting room so Ed took him for a walk)
Great! Lovely! The thought of running out of the room crossed my mind.

She told me it would only take a 1/2 hour and when my pale face squeaked out "can I got get my husband?" she gave me such a ridiculous look that I knew I would not be getting any sympathy from her so I decided to shut up and be brave. After all, I'd endured 26 hours of labour, how bad could it be??

WORSE.

Way worse. If I had to feel that kind of pain for 26 hours straight, I wouldn't have made it to hour #2 without passing out. Thankfully in total it lasted about 2 minutes. Still too long if you ask me, but what do I know. I had nail marks in my hands and I'm pretty sure I scraped some paint off of the wall but I didn't cry. Ohhhhh no I didn't shed one tear.

Until she left the room of course. Then I cried. The pain may not have gone on long enough to cry about, but as I have previously mentioned, crying is my forte. It's my thing, it's what I do. There's this whole cleansed feeling after a good cry that feels wonderful.

Any old how, here's my advice to you, if you are ever faced with the decision of getting a needle in your toe, or cutting your foot off. Cut that foot OFF! Who really needs it??

I realize I have some catching up to do with some pretty fun events in the last month that we have missed. So we'll start with the first one...

Halloween:

My cute little Monkey Trick or Treating

Noah deciding he in fact doesn't like superhero's.

* Next event, Noah's 'big' birthday.

Stay tuned...