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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Merry Christmas!

I have always hated Christmas night. It marks the end of my favorite season of the year. No more Christmas music, no more anticipating the upcoming holiday, no more carefree time with family... at least not for another year. This year it was especially bittersweet as we flew back home after 5 blissful days in San Diego with my family on Christmas night. And to top it off, this is the first year where I have the holiday schedule of the employed and not of the student. So after arriving home late Christmas night, I had to wake up the day after Christmas and work!


Nevertheless, our Christmas holiday was wonderful. It's amazing how Christmas can regain magic from years past in a moment when you experience it with a child. Logan was so excited to play with his toys we had to hide them from him after he had opened one just to get him to open the next! Sometime during the season he picked up the catch phrase, "Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas," and it quickly became his favorite greeting. I have loved watching him learn and grow this past year and can't wait to see what he discovers in the next.


Despite my bitterness towards the end of the holidays, I am eagerly anticpating the upcoming year for at least one big reason. Exactly halfway through 2008 we are expecting another Pendleton! That's right, on or around July 1 Logan will become a big brother. This past year we had a scary close call when we lost a baby to an ectopic pregnancy. Gratefully, this time I have witnessed with my own eyes a tiny heart beat safely implanted in the uterus. I've been trying to better document this pregnancy for future reference so I'll keep you posted with photos and updates.

Here's some photos from our Christmas holiday.


Monday, December 17, 2007

Who said I could be a parent?

Sometimes I find it ironic that you have to take a test to drive, or to go to college, or become a doctor, yet two days after giving birth you are entrusted completely with the life of a child and no one ever questions whether you are qualified. Most of the time I feel like I do a pretty good job. Sure, I make mistakes, but eventually I figure it out and as far as I know my son is still healthy and happy. But every once in a while you wonder how your children survive your parenting. Such as the other night...

At 20 months, Logan is a pretty good sleeper. He goes to bed around 8 pm and (most nights) sleeps straight until 7 or 8 the next morning. Jeff and I have gotten used to uninterrupted sleep again which makes it that much harder to get up from time to time in the night. Well, this particular night Logan had already been up three times before 1 am and we were both getting drowsier and less patient by the minute. We agreed that the next time he woke up, we would just let him cry until he went back to sleep.

I'm not sure how long it was before he woke up again, but having already resolved to let him cry I drifted back to sleep to the sound of muffled sobs. Who knows how much later it was when Jeff finally got up to check on him, but I'm guessing it must have been close to an hour. This time, Jeff brought him back to bed with us (something I promise never to do during daylight hours but give in to easily in the middle of the night) and laid him down between us and under three heavy blankets. Lo and behold, he slept solid the rest of the night.

Well, the next morning I slide my feet out from under the covers and quickly pulled them back in. It was freezing! Our thermostat is set at 67 degrees at night which is usually chilly in the morning but only for a second until I move around a bit. This was definitely not normal. I didn't think too much of it and attributed it to the weather, but when I finally made it downstairs to check on the temperature, it turns out our house was 52 degrees! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: Logan couldn't sleep last night because he was cold! We hadn't noticed because we have a thick down comforter amidst other sheets and blankets, but Logan, clad only in a blanket sleeper, can't keep blankets on him through the night. I felt sooo guilty. What kind of mother makes her child cry because she can't seem to notice the house is 15 degrees colder than normal?!

How did this happen, you ask? The day before the eventful night, I had been down in the utility closet resetting a switch. Without my notice, Logan must have snuck in behind me and turned off the switch to the heater. (Jeff says Logan has done this before. Thanks for the warning, I say.) I suppose I could turn the story around and say Logan brought it upon himself, but I still can't shake the guilt of what I put my baby through.

Needless to say, we all make mistakes as parents from time to time. Luckily, kids are resilient and have short term memories, at least while they're young.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Elfamorphosis!

Click here to see the Pendleton family get groovy for the holidays.

Things to note: Jeff is always slightly behind the rest, Logan is totally the seductive one, and Carly has more energy than anyone's seen her have in a loooong time!