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Sorry, gang. Life has been good ... and very tough at times. Chaotic, even. I haven't felt much like writing. At the same time, I have felt like writing but have been busy. Hah. I know. Consider Jen, with triplets and a small one and she still finds the time. I am a different story, it seems.
We went through a very difficult time financially over the last several months. Fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective), it is all coming to an end soon, with various legal machinations. It sucks but it was our only alternative. We actually came close to losing our home, so I am elated and delighted that we managed to avoid that - and by the skin of our teeth, no less.
Because of that, the holidays were a subdued affair for us this year, although I did manage to sell a bunch of stuff on Ebay, enabling us to get Imri some small gifts. Also, good friends came through for us in more ways than I can count, financially and otherwise, to make sure that our kids had a great holiday. I am rich in friends and in love and while it would be nice to be rich in ... er ... riches ...it is good to be loved.
That crap is the main reason I haven't felt like writing. Also ...too tense, in knots, stressed and angry, working full time and exhausted. Yeah. And grateful for what we do have. In other words, I've felt torn into bits on so many levels I haven't been sure which way is up.
In other news, Carmel is thriving. She is a sweetheart - fairly laid back and happy unless beleaguered by gas. She's adjusted to daycare rather well. I am slowly getting her on formula as my supply has dropped right off, and my supply of domperidone is gone now - and too expensive for me to replenish. But whoooooeeeyyy, talk about stinky farts. Yowza. i don't remember Imri being this stinky on formula, but then he went on breast milk only at 6 months of age, as opposed to Carmel's 3.5 months.
Her four month visit found her at 14.7lbs and 25 inches, both 75th percentile and Dr Wonderful was delighted with her. She is babbling nicely and trying to sit up and I believe she is starting to teethe. She also loves to try and swallow her hands whole. Her smiles are more elusive than her brother's at the same age, but just as brilliant.
Imri is doing well. He had a bad respiratory infection a few weeks ago with a terrible cough and he ended up needing a breathing treatment at the doc's office. But no asthma, just that one isolated incident. He is growing like a weed, 35lbs and 36.5 inches tall, rambunctious and full of life. He is constantly testing testing 1,2,3. Which is hard when you're stressed, exhausted and plumb worn out. But he is wonderful, verbal and a cutie pie to boot. His language skills, which have always been strong, are quite formidable now and accordingly, his favourite books are Seuss and Silverstein. Favourite toys are Thomas (of course) and anything vaguely monster-truck related. Especially Grave Digger. Those of you in the know are already nodding sagely, I know.
So that's that. The Redskins blew it yesterday but at least my beloved Canadiens are faring better.
Oh, and boggle on Facebook is highly addictive.
That's all, folks. I'll try and post more frequently but make no promises. Thanks for caring so much.
We went through a very difficult time financially over the last several months. Fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective), it is all coming to an end soon, with various legal machinations. It sucks but it was our only alternative. We actually came close to losing our home, so I am elated and delighted that we managed to avoid that - and by the skin of our teeth, no less.
Because of that, the holidays were a subdued affair for us this year, although I did manage to sell a bunch of stuff on Ebay, enabling us to get Imri some small gifts. Also, good friends came through for us in more ways than I can count, financially and otherwise, to make sure that our kids had a great holiday. I am rich in friends and in love and while it would be nice to be rich in ... er ... riches ...it is good to be loved.
That crap is the main reason I haven't felt like writing. Also ...too tense, in knots, stressed and angry, working full time and exhausted. Yeah. And grateful for what we do have. In other words, I've felt torn into bits on so many levels I haven't been sure which way is up.
In other news, Carmel is thriving. She is a sweetheart - fairly laid back and happy unless beleaguered by gas. She's adjusted to daycare rather well. I am slowly getting her on formula as my supply has dropped right off, and my supply of domperidone is gone now - and too expensive for me to replenish. But whoooooeeeyyy, talk about stinky farts. Yowza. i don't remember Imri being this stinky on formula, but then he went on breast milk only at 6 months of age, as opposed to Carmel's 3.5 months.
Her four month visit found her at 14.7lbs and 25 inches, both 75th percentile and Dr Wonderful was delighted with her. She is babbling nicely and trying to sit up and I believe she is starting to teethe. She also loves to try and swallow her hands whole. Her smiles are more elusive than her brother's at the same age, but just as brilliant.
Imri is doing well. He had a bad respiratory infection a few weeks ago with a terrible cough and he ended up needing a breathing treatment at the doc's office. But no asthma, just that one isolated incident. He is growing like a weed, 35lbs and 36.5 inches tall, rambunctious and full of life. He is constantly testing testing 1,2,3. Which is hard when you're stressed, exhausted and plumb worn out. But he is wonderful, verbal and a cutie pie to boot. His language skills, which have always been strong, are quite formidable now and accordingly, his favourite books are Seuss and Silverstein. Favourite toys are Thomas (of course) and anything vaguely monster-truck related. Especially Grave Digger. Those of you in the know are already nodding sagely, I know.
So that's that. The Redskins blew it yesterday but at least my beloved Canadiens are faring better.
Oh, and boggle on Facebook is highly addictive.
That's all, folks. I'll try and post more frequently but make no promises. Thanks for caring so much.
posted by K|nneret at 12:36 PM
5 Comments:
Thank you so much for posting--and including photos of your beautiful family!!
May 2008 be the start of a much-needed upturn in your fortunes.
Bless you all...
WOW, she looks just like Imri! Just adorable. I loved getting your update.
Lisa
Kinneret - I'm so glad that you are doing well, all things considered. The children are healthy, you are healthy and really, that's all that matters. I'm sorry to hear about the financial woes - but I'm sure with time, you'll get it straightened out.
The children are beautiful. Absolutely, positively beautiful. Carmel looks just like her brother. But dainty! You are truly blessed beyond measure. AND, you've been missed. :)
Happy New Year!
The pink dress is just adorable. Hope 2008 brings happy times for you.
Kinneret,
It has been so long since you posted; I am glad you, your hubby, and your children are OK. Obviously Imri is one very bright boy and you must be so proud of him! I am sorry to hear that life has been tough to you.
I read your blog from time to time as you are so like us (at least like my wife!) We went through very similar challenges - infertility, but eventually had 2 boys (who did fine in life) - breast cancer among the relatives (my sister, my wife's 2 sisters, mother, and my wife).
And yes, we went through some really tough times financially when the NEP programme was brought in by Pierre Trudeau and the bottom dropped out of the Canadian oil and gas business.
Similar to you we did not lose our tiny house, but we were so close to going bankrupt. I believe we went a couple of years without buying any new clothes, any presents for each other, etc. I sometimes wonder how we survived - the day to day stress was unbelievable.
However, we managed to live through it and survive, but it was not a lot of fun. Even today I have a tough time accepting the stupid waste of money the government spends on making war, the overpaid executives in large companies, and people who waste money.
However, there were some good times when it was tough financially. We had each other and you can enjoy each other at very little cost. My wife's family was good to us and supported us where they could (and I am forever thankful to them). And our 2 boys grew and became good citizens. My wife taught me how to economize and make do; this has helped us over the years and we are much better financially because of it. In some ways you learn more from the tough times than from the good times.
If you want to vent - why not drop me a line (mmdave54@yahoo.com)
David
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