La Vita E Bella

Chasing a Tornado....

I'm so sorry for my absence, and unfortunately, this post isn't going to make up for my tardiness. I don't exactly have the energy or drive to catch everyone up on our lives since my last "real" post. I'll try and touch on the highlights without getting too boring. I'm almost 8 weeks pregnant, and am feeling the effects of "morning sickness" much worse than I did with Lucas. I hate to complain, because I know my morning sickness is nothing compared to other womans - however, I'm not used to it, so it really catches me by surprise. Imagine the constant feeling of having the flu. Top that with exhaustion - and you've spent a day in my shoes. I'm counting down the days until I'm out of this first trimester and I can begin to feel the excitement of the "golden trimester" and all of the energy, non-nausea and getting to feel the joy of growing a baby. For now, I sleep EVERYTIME Lucas does, and try and keep my eyes open while chasing him all over the place! Which brings me to Lucas....my little ball of energy - or the Tornado Child as I lovingly refer to him as. He is so amazing, and so energetic, and so inquisitive. From the moment he wakes, until the moment he sleeps - he is going, going, going. You cannot keep your eyes off this child for a moment. As he gets into everything he possibly can. Now that he can pull himself up on everything, and can walk from point A to B if there is something to grasp onto - he is very mobile. He hates sitting still, and wants to be a part of the action. In fact, he was crawling around Pottery Barn Kids like a wild banchee the other day, when a fellow mommy stopped and looked at her daughter (sitting so sweetly in her stroller), and said "See, you should crawl like him!". I looked at her crazily and replied "NO! Enjoy her while she'll sit still. Moving will come too soon". Her daughter was only 5 months old. My weekly playdates at the mall are becoming less and less relaxing as Lucas enjoys standing up in his seat, crawling over the side, and wiggling his body through the bottom. Harnessing him in causes fits of anger. I have to choose to battle one of the two. I'm actually ready for him to walk...atleast then, he can "walk" next to me...having some freedom without actually getting him hands and knees all over a dirty floor. We'll see if I change my mind. He had his first haircut this past Friday. His wispy baby curls were chopped off, and replaced with a stylish "little boy" hair do. He is so adorable, I can hardly believe how big he looks. I cried while the gal was cutting his baby hair - one of my many "nostalgic" mommy moments. You can see his new do by clicking on the link to my pictures on the right...or by just checking out the pictures above :) Well, I think that's enough for now. I'll try and update again soon. I have my first baby appointment on Tuesday, so I'll likely come home with some fun stuff to write about. Thanks for reading!

Love, Me   

Letters to Lucas: Month 7

Dear Lucas,

I begin most of my letters by saying something about how big you are getting, or how time is flying - and although those things are still very true, I think I want to start by saying "I love you". There are few things in this world we can rely on. In fact, I can't stop time from coming and going, or you from growing - but the love I have for you is constant. It was there the moment I found out about you (when you were literally the size of a sesame seed), and remains (although quite larger) to this day. Did you know that the first year of life is when you do the most advancing? No wonder I feel like every month is full of milestones....it's because it is! God created you to grow, develop, and learn new things the very most your first year. It's a part of His plan.

That being said, so much has happened this month, I hardly know where to start. Well, since I began your last letter talking about your "scooting", I mine as well start this one with a little update. The scooting has turned to full on crawling. On all 4's!!! Yes, you are officially rockin' and rollin'. On the 4th of July you realized you really could hoist your tummy off the ground, move both legs and arms together and make yourself get from point a to b much faster than the army crawl. Now you don't move any other way.  It is seriously amazing watching discover your newest abilities. I don't know how anyone can doubt there is a God when watching their children grow. It's something only a very loving and mighty God can do.

Bittersweet Times

Father and Son.
Originally uploaded by Melissa Vossler

Good Afternoon! It's been a LONG few weeks, which most of you can assume by my lack of posts. Life doesn't slow down, which forces us to lift up our skirts and run with it. Catching up everyone on our day to day lives since my last "update" would be long and tedious, and quite frankly, I'm not sure my brain can handle that.

I'll touch on some of the most important (tragic in one case) events we've experienced lately. I will first touch on my less exciting event. On the 4th of July, after a wonderful day of BBQing with friends - Trei and I were driving him (being followed by Kyle) when suddenly, I watched as Kyle lost control of his truck - hitting a car in front of us (causing a chain reaction with 2 other cars), before sliding across the intersection, hitting another large truck and landing on his side. I need to start by saying that him not hitting Trei, Lucas and I is a complete miracle. I have played that accident over in my head dozens of times, and still cannot make any sense of how were spared. I should probably start by saying that Kyle( and all other drivers involved) were fine. Which is another miracle. The size and appearance of the accident had me convinced that Kyle was not alive. To say I panicked would be an understatement. I was a complete mess as I watch my husband and several other men run to Kyle's truck to pull him from the smoking vehicle. Praise God, he jumped out on his own. None-the-less, it was a very difficult thing to have been a part of for everyone involved. The accident occurred around 8pm, and Kyle and Trei were home by 11pm (I got home around 9:30). It's been a roller-coaster of emotions in our household since then. Anything from happiness (over everyones safety) to sadness over the "what if's" of the entire night. I have found myself with an even greater appreciation for life, as well as an even greater fear of death. Our lives are fragile, and no one can count on tomorrow. As morbid as it sounds, it's the truth.

I'm going to be a Big Brother!

My baby brother or sister is due March 10th, 2008

First of all, don't worry, Mommy sanitized the pregnancy test. Second of all, I'm not really sure what to think of this news. Although mom and dad were trying, they definitely didn't expect this to happen so soon. Mommy and Daddy found out this morning while I was sleeping. Daddy kept laughing, while mom smiled. I'll be 15 months older than my new sibling, but that's okay. Mommy is 16 months older than my Uncle Michael, and she turned out just fine! Mommy is 5 weeks along, and has quite a long way to go. Please pray for her health, and the health of my future playmate. Well, I need to get back to playtime. Just wanted to spread the good news.

Love, Lucas