tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199667442024-03-08T11:44:38.998-08:00and then there was offspringfirst I was not fit to take care of myself, then I was a mother of one struggling with my own limitations, then I was a mother of two. follow that up with a wonderful husband and you have the present. I can't help but wonder how I got here...and hope that no one notices.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-90340068917726106952010-03-18T18:40:00.000-07:002010-03-18T18:46:12.262-07:00terrible twos and thunderous threesHere we go again. Reilly will be 2 in just a few weeks...and the crying...the whining. It's endless. I'm not ready for this again. They say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe...maybe not. After pushing one out and having the other one cut out I still have no fears of doing either again...but the toddler years scare the crap out of me. <br />Aiden is almost 4. I've been looking forward to it ever since he turned 3. 3 year olds don't listen. 3 year olds talk back. 3 year olds will say things with no other purpose except to hurt your feelings. It's rough. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel with Aiden...and I'm not saying that each age won't present it's own set of challenges...but I think I'm ready to say...I don't think we will be having any more children on purpose. <br /><br />And here we go again...Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-88712009571642201602010-02-23T09:28:00.000-08:002010-02-23T09:35:22.160-08:00Hearing loss and haircutsLast Monday we took Ry Ry to the Dr. They tested his hearing and said he was experiencing hearing loss. The believed it to be due to fluid in his ears, so last Friday he had tubes put in. He took it like a champ. He's a tank that kid. <br />Saturday we had a Scott Sibling Day. I love that they get together and I'm so blessed to be a part of that family. We ate, played Just Dance, had some wine. Towards the end of the night I thought it would be a swell idea to buzz Aiden's head. I should mention that we took him to cookie cutters not too long ago and they RUINED his hair. They gave him layers and bangs like he was a little girl. I was beyond shocked. So anyway...screwed up so bad it could only be buzzed. Time to start over. Karen was going to shave Aiden's head with Chuck's clippers, but Pete decided that he wanted to see Aiden with a mohawk first. And he still has his hair cut into a mohawk. I'll post pictures soonish.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-63090121215940778822009-06-29T17:40:00.000-07:002009-06-29T17:48:11.384-07:00The sicknessFACTS:<br /><br />Kids only get sick enough to need to go to the doctor on Friday nights.<br />Rashes only spread once you decide to start treating them.<br />The worry is never-ending. Worry will creep in because there is currently nothing to worry about.<br />Motherhood is still the best thing that I've ever done with my life.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-60112470532233795332009-06-22T16:51:00.000-07:002009-06-22T16:55:52.895-07:00Aiden turns 3!Yesterday was Aiden's birthday. He is now three years old. I can't believe it. He's growing more and more independent. Which is frustrating for all of us at times. I can see his determination and I am so proud to be his mother, and then I see his disappointment and anger when he can't do something and there is no doubt that I'm his mother. We went over to Uncle John's for Aiden's birthday and he is such the little swimmer. It's night and day from his first pool excursion. He was so freaked out and he didn't want to be anywhere near a swimming pool for the longest time. Of course, it didn't help that Uncle Craig did a cannon ball into the pool. <br />I'm so proud of my little man who wants to do it his self. I'm also truly sad because I know some day soon he will.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-61155057088538969812009-05-07T14:39:00.001-07:002009-05-07T14:44:28.029-07:00and then we stopped living in sin...Oh dear. Of course right now our kids have no idea. No idea that mommy and daddy weren't married. No idea what marriage is. No idea that mommy was married before she married daddy, or even worse that mommy was married to someone other than daddy when Aiden was born. <br />Pete made an honest woman out of me this past Monday, 5/4/09. It was a beautiful day and we were surrounded by family. At this point I know that my life couldn't be better. I am truly blessed. <br />The trick is going to be dealing with the questions when my kids are old enough to understand that mommy's mommy and daddy have the last name of Cook...so why does it say Andrea Naidoo on both of their birth certificates...<br />Oh well. It took me a little longer to get it right is all. We're all Scotts now, but we were always a family regardless.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-50152062246290758782009-04-08T15:39:00.000-07:002009-04-08T15:47:12.578-07:00The end of babies.Today has been a hard day. I don't think anyone believes me, but it really has. My final baby turned one today. ONE YEAR OLD! A year ago today...well...never mind about that. That's for another time. So here I am, with a 3 going on 30 year old and a 1 year old. I knew it was only going to be a year, but with a second child it goes by in a blur. At least it did for us. The first year of Aiden's life seemed like so much longer than a year, because it was TERRIFYING. PARALYZING. EXHAUSTING due to all of the PARALYZING TERROR. I highly recommend having a second child. Of course this is a personal choice, but I'm so glad I got to experience Reilly's first year. It's so different. So smooth even. Right now Reilly is crawling around saying, "guy dada". I have no idea what that means, but I will find out very soon...because very soon HE WILL BE TALKING!!! And then he'll get mean. But for now, Happy Birthday my little man. I love all of my men more than they will ever know.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-56645758645337843172008-11-30T08:48:00.000-08:002008-11-30T08:55:33.205-08:00Over the river and thorugh the woodsYou two are currently at your Grandma & Grandpa Cook's house. Every other weekend they take you for a night. Aiden - you think your Grandpa Cook is the best thing ever. If he's around then no one else matters. I think it's wonderful to see you with him and him with you. Reilly - you are really starting to show your personality and it is AMAZING. Your Grandma Cook is wowed by everything you do. (and she's had two kids of her own so that really says something) You boys are now and will always be the best thing that has ever happened to me. BUT, while you're gone there are so things I need to get done, so I'd better get to it. <3Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-19915952918074440132008-11-10T13:22:00.000-08:002008-11-10T13:24:34.722-08:00Paul HarveyPaul Harvey Writes: <br /><br />We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. <br />I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would. <br /><br />I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. <br />I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. <br />And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. <br /><br />It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep. <br /><br />I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. <br /><br />I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.. <br /><br />When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her. <br />I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. <br /><br />On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom. <br /><br />If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. <br />I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. <br /><br />When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head. <br /><br />I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like. <br /><br />May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. <br /><br />I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. <br /><br />I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle. <br /><br />May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays. <br /><br />I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand. <br /> <br />These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life. <br /><br />Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-76359908251730919672008-11-09T17:32:00.000-08:002008-11-09T17:37:04.394-08:00androids of my very own.I just don't know. I don't want to scrap all of my previous entries because that was a very important time in my life. In our lives. But I didn't document one day of my pregnancy with reilly. Not one. I don't want him to feel like that means I loved him any less. Oh my. Having kids is very....<br /><br />I don't know. I don't even update this. Not since right before I had aiden. Maybe I should start. I would start but every entry would be like this:<br /><br />Blah blah blah. Cute thing kid 1 did. Cute thing kid 2 did. Went to work. Came home. Bathed children. Went to sleep. <br /><br />No one wants to read that. I don't even want to read that. Meh. We'll see.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1150060273064637802006-06-11T14:09:00.000-07:002006-06-11T14:11:13.090-07:00Any day nowThis will just be a short post. You can come any day now. If you're not out by June 21st, they're going to induce me. I'm super excited, but also fairly scared. I love you sweetie.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1146973826463464442006-05-06T20:36:00.000-07:002006-05-06T20:50:26.473-07:00Who's my sweet boy?First off, your Father in crazy.....but in a good way. <br /><br />We had our first "birthing and newborn care" class today. In all honesty, I think I'm more freaked out now, than I was before we went. I'm so anxious to see you, but at the same time, OH MY GOODNESS! The last video we watched really worried me. Please please please try and go easy on your mom, and if it's not asking too much....try to not drag it out. <br /><br />In other news, I'm huge! I'm up to 156.6lbs! Baby boy - I must tell you, I've NEVER weighed this much. EVER. I just keep telling myself that's it's all fine with me, as long as it means you're healthy. I'd imagine that you are, from the size of us. We also had the first baby shower last weekend. You got so many cute things to wear.....and your Great Aunt Patty and Uncle Gary got you the cutest little shoes! You won't be able to wear them for awhile. But that's okay. It's not like you'll be walking anywhere in the meantime. Oh sweetheart, you are so loved....and I can't express how thankful I am for that. You couldn't have a better father, and his family is pretty awesome too. As far as my side of the family goes, they all will love you very much, it might just be that they'll do it in their own way....and it won't always make good sense. If that confuses you now, I promise some day you'll understand. They mean well. They really do. <br /><br />I love you. You're my sweet boy.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1143953196280099172006-04-01T20:46:00.000-08:002006-04-01T20:47:07.320-08:00One more picture!And here is me, you, and your Aunt Liz! <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><br /><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/2877/640/me%26liz.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/2877/400/me%26liz.jpg'></a>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1143952441107523232006-04-01T20:34:00.000-08:002006-04-01T20:44:55.660-08:00UsHere we both are! That's me and you! <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><br /><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/2877/640/fatgirl.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/142/2877/400/fatgirl.jpg'></a>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1142832318839599942006-03-19T21:12:00.000-08:002006-03-19T21:25:18.866-08:00Hips and the pelvis relocationHello my sweet boy. You've been very active this past week. You're my little wiggle worm. I love it so much when I can see you're little arm or leg ripple across my stomach. It's spectacular! This past month has seriously just flown right by us. If the next three go this fast then you'll be in my arms before I know it! <br /><br />Now....so far this whole experience has been pretty easy on your mom, which in turn makes it easy on your dad. However, lately my hips and pelvis have been killing me. It's a good thing, because it means that they are separating, which means it's getting close to the time you finally come out. But it hurts SO BAD! I've always thought that I have a fairly high tolerance for pain, but this is really getting to me. I think it's because it's constant ache, and not quick sharp pain. Oh well.....I suppose it's nothing compared to what I will feel on the day I get to hold you for the first time, but still. In the end I know it will all be worth it, so I'm dealing. I love you so much baby! We're almost there!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1141603404155000312006-03-05T15:58:00.000-08:002006-03-05T16:03:24.176-08:00AIDEN!Hello my sweet boy. Your father and I just got back from registering at Babies R Us. It's overwhelming how much stuff one tiny guy like yourself will need once born. We are trying to make sure we are as ready as possible, but I'm starting to wonder if anyone is ever ready for this. Oh well....either way, I still can't wait until I can hold you in my arms. I love you so much. I'm going to go for now, but I'll post again soon. Your father and I are so thrilled that you are you and we love you more than words can say. Kisses and hugs.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1140579796941603372006-02-21T19:38:00.000-08:002006-02-21T19:43:16.956-08:00Ribs and concert teesHello my lovely. I do believe that you have turned around, though I won't know for sure until I get to see you again. Only six more days and counting. Just a quick little note here before I go to bed for the 3rd and final time today. You are killing my ribs...I don't think it's that you are anywhere near them, however, I do still have all those pesky internal organs that I had before you were in there, and I think those are pushing against my rib cage. It hurts baby. It hurts bad. On another note, your daddy went to a concert last night and got you a tee shirt. You won't be able to wear it for a few months, but I think you're going to love it. We love you very much and we can't wait to see you.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1139602719853076542006-02-10T12:03:00.000-08:002006-02-10T12:18:39.863-08:00TV has become my lifeSo here's a typical day for me these days....I'll get up when your dad gets up to go to work. I might pop in a movie after he leaves for work. Somewhere in the middle of the movie I fall back asleep. Then I'll wake up between 12:30 and 1:00 pm. Just in time for my stories. Of course there are always one or two commercials that come on during them that just make me tear up a bit. Today, for example, it was a commercial about a little boy practicing hockey. It's just him and a goalie. He's got all these pucks lined up and he's shooting them into the goal. After his last shot he takes his helmet off and says, "Thanks mom." Then the goalie takes her helmet off, smiles, and says, "anytime." <br />Ah....do you see what you're doing to me!?! You're turning me into a mother. It's the greatest thing in the world, though very odd sometimes. It's so weird how things really do change. Oh well....I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you squish.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1139287395008109442006-02-06T20:37:00.000-08:002006-02-06T20:43:15.016-08:00Baby baby baby babyHey baby! You are getting so freakin' big I can't believe it. We've taken to calling you squishy. In about 22 days we will know for sure what to call you. Aiden, Isabelle. I can't hardley wait. The suspense is killing me I tell you. There's really not any other "news" that I should share with you. We are slowly getting things ready for your arrival. We both love you SO MUCH! I hope you're still coming to stay with us. Part of me is afraid that you'll realize what you're in for and abort mission. I can't say that I would blame you if you did, but I would be heartbroken to say the least. All that keeps me going is knowing that everything happens for a reason. I'll always love you no matter what. Until next time. :)Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1137193368693812372006-01-13T14:53:00.000-08:002006-01-13T15:02:48.706-08:00I know, I know...just call me a slackerIt's not even as if I do anything all day long. And of course by all day long I mean from 2pm on. There's just not much I've wanted to tell you about. That's really not true. But I've taken to talking to you, nuch in the same way that some people pray to god. I don't know if you can hear me, and if you can I doubt you can understand a word of what I'm saying, but it makes me feel better so just leave it at that ok? <br /><br />I read the most horrible book the other night, which left me shaking and crying (more like wailing) so much that it woke up your father. First he saw my face and then I'm sure he saw the book and probably had to seriously fight the urge to roll his eyes. But anyway. The woman in the book was pregnant, but there were possible complications with the baby. I think she had ten weeks left until the child was to be born. So the last ten weeks her and the father of the child were on pins and needles, just terrified that their child would die. The delivery date came and the child was perfect. Healthy and all that jazz, but then for seemily no reason the woman died. WTF!?! I've been a little off ever since. They really need to put warnings on the outside of books like that. Hmmmm. Oh well. <br /><br />I'm gonna go help with dinner. I love you very much. Five months and ten days. I'll see you soon.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1135064573107388062005-12-19T23:39:00.000-08:002005-12-19T23:42:53.113-08:00Can't sleep.....must eat stuffToday I have consumed:<br /><br />A chicken and cheese sandwich<br />chips and 7 layer dip<br />reese cups<br />m&ms<br />deep dish cheese and pepperoni pizza<br />sour cream and onion chips<br />french fries<br />spagetti<br />bowl of ice cream<br /><br />Did I mention that I didn't even get up until around 3:30 this afternoon? Still hungry tho....maybe I'll go to white castle.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1134939817318206002005-12-18T13:01:00.000-08:002005-12-18T13:03:37.326-08:00you're a picky little thingIf you could fing it in your heart....please don't wake me up with a craving for a mexican landslide and a virgin bloody mary, let me get to union jack's, order it, and then throw it back up.....that wasn't very nice.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19966744.post-1134886216368283142005-12-17T22:09:00.000-08:002005-12-17T22:10:16.376-08:00"if you'd played by yourself none of this would have happened"Hello<br /><br />I've known about you for a little while now, but I got to see you for the first time two days ago. You couldn't see me and I'm sure you were wondering what in the hell was going on. You should go ahead and get used to that question, because your life isn't going to be easy, and it probably won't make sense to any of us, especially you, ever.<br /><br />Now now....Don't let me lead to believe that it's going to be a horrible thing to have to deal with....You've got plenty of things going for you. For one thing you are loved. You will always be cared for and taken care of. You're strong. That's a big plus. You've made it this far and that's pretty incredible. Granted...You're not out of the woods yet, but I have faith. Let's see, what else? You're healthy as far as we can tell....So that's SUPER HUGE AWESOME news. Yeah, so there's that. Odds seem to be in your favor. Life is good.<br /><br />Here's the thing. After I saw you I was sitting in a room all by myself, and I was overwhelmed by it all, by you I suppose. No one wants to disappoint the ones they love, but it's only those people that expect enough to be in danger of being disappointed. I realize that might make zero sense right now, but you'll understand some day. I want to be the best EVERYTHING I can for you, but I KNOW I will let you down at some point, somewhere along the way I will disappoint you. So I'm sitting in this room and I just burst into tears. I hugged myself as if I was hugging you and then I apologized profusely for every time I let you down. We don't really know each other yet, since you have no idea that I exist or of role I will eventually play in your life, but my hopes are that someday we'll be incredibly close to each other. I hope you'll look to me for support and guidance. I want with all my heart to a person that you'll look up to. A person you'll be able to respect.<br /><br />The future remains a mystery as it always will, but I've got a lot of faith and hope for us. I honestly don't feel like I'll be able to wait until I can see you, touch you, meet you up close and personal, and introduce myself to you. *Love the shit out of you*<br /><br />So I guess that's all I have to say right now. There won't be daily updates for you here by any means, but my plan is to try and write to you fairly often until I can just talk with you instead. I love you more than even I can understand at this point. I'm also scared enough for the both of us....So you should just relax and get yourself together. You'll have plenty of time in the future to worry and stress. I promise.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127793418027252129noreply@blogger.com0