Welcome home!

Things have been a little crazy around here lately, but we're still alive!

Last Friday (July 20), we traded in our way-too-small condo for a much bigger house!  We're homeowners!

Here it is!  This is (obviously) the front of the house and front yard.  

The living room

Dining room (eventually will be opened up into the kitchen)

The kitchen opens up into the back family room:

Back family room/playroom

Master Bedroom

half-bath

James's bedroom

Sam's room

Hall bathroom

Basement

Back yard

We love it here!  It's got plenty of space for our little family, and we finally have some room to play in the back yard.  And we have plenty of room for visitors-come on by!

Who knew? I did.

Looks like my diagnosis of bipolar II has been removed and in place we have a diagnosis of postpartum depression.  Treatment seems to be helping (little by little) and there are more and more breaks in the clouds as the days go by.

I heard once that there are people who don't "believe in" postpartum depression.  To those people I will only say that I sincerely hope you never experience something like this.  It's devastating.  Sometimes I read people's blog posts and facebook statuses about how wonderful and perfect their lives are as new moms.  I've never felt that way, and that makes me feel guilty and sad.

So can we talk about what's real for a minute?   Can I stop talking about how wonderful and perfect my life is long enough to say that this is hard?  Because it is.  I knew it was going to be hard, but there was no way to grasp how things were really going to be. I knew there was a chance I'd have postpartum depression.

But I didn't know it would feel like this.  I didn't know I would look at my kids and wish I could feel something.  Some days I wish so hard it hurts.  I didn't know my children's cries would make me feel like I'm losing my mind.  I didn't know how hard it would be to force myself out of the house.  I didn't know that I'd lose the desire to cook, to take pictures, to talk to friends...all the things I love to do.


So in the mean time, I'll look forward to the small moments when the sun peeks through the clouds, and hope that we can all forget the hard times and remember the good ones. Here's that hoping that in the picture of forever, this time won't feel so long or challenging.

Freeze!

Sometimes I wish more than anything that I could freeze a moment in time.  The munchkins are growing too fast.  There are so many moments that I'd give anything to capture, because I hate that in a few months, let alone years, I'm going to forget how amusing it is that James leads with his head when he runs.  That Sam picks up his bottle with his feet when he drops it.  The slow sweet smile that spreads across Sam's face when we wake him up and he opens his eyes to see one of us right in front of him.  The way James's excitement fills the room when I ask him if he wants to play with the Play-Doh.  The moments a camera can't capture.  The sparkle in James's eyes when he hears Daddy's key in the lock.  The way Sam sighs and turns his head toward his blanket when it's time for a nap.

The way it feels to hear James say, "Mommy snuggle."

The way sometimes Sam just wants to be held.

While I fight through the I'm-not-bipolar-maybe-this-is-postpartum-depression battle and sometimes I feel like I can't even see anyone around me, I'm thankful for the little beacons of light in my little boys.  I'm a very blessed mommy

Do you believe in magic?

Just three years ago, my sweet husband and I had the most magical experience in our lives up to that point.  We were married for time and all eternity in the Louisville, KY LDS temple.

We'd come a long way from our first New Year's eve, and even further from the two weird high school students vandalizing a band room. Sure hope that electrical wiring wasn't hard to fix!

As I reflect on our third anniversary, I'd like to share some of the most magical times we've experienced since May 29, 2009.

In January 2010, we went on our first great big vacation.  The most magical part was seeing a place neither of us had ever been together.  We spent a long weekend in New York City.  And seriously, this frozen hot chocolate was delightful.

In October 2010, we had the magical experience of meeting our first little boy, James.

In October 2011, we again had the magical experience of meeting a little one, this time, Sam. 

In May 2012, we got to take our first family vacation.  We went to Washington DC, and were able to visit the DC temple where my parents were married 20 years prior.  It was a fun way to commemorate that day. 

And here we are-May 2012, celebrating our third anniversary.  We got a babysitter, went to a fantastic restaurant, and then sat and talked in a gazebo at the park.  It was quiet and peaceful, magical even.

It seems like just yesterday we were sitting in the celestial room at the temple waiting to join hands and be sealed for eternity, and yet so much has changed.  There's no better feeling in the world than knowing you're married to a person who is perfect for you.  You see, with this incredible man, every day is magical in some way or another.  I'm pretty much the luckiest girl in the world. 

Do you believe in magic?

Truth.

Hi. My name is Adrienne, and I'm bipolar.

This is the part where I'm supposed to make some joke about how I change my mind all the time, but the joke's not here.

Because I really am bipolar.

Before you get all google happy, I'm bipolar II. That matters. The diagnosis is new, only 3 weeks old. I've been frustrated lately because I don't feel like I'm getting any support for what I'm going through-then I realized the truth: nobody knows what I'm going through.

Bipolar II means I have all the lows of being bipolar without having the unbelievable highs. My lows are devastatingly low, and the highs (in my case) mean that I'm irritable and agitated. I spend most of my days walking around completely numb, not feeling anything for anyone or anything. When feelings do materialize, all that's left is excruciating emotional pain and crippling anxiety. They say the medicine is going to help. So far it doesn't. So far nothing really does.

So when I say I'm fine, it just means I don't currently want to curl up and die. When I say, "We're surviving," it means "at least we made it through the morning/night/afternoon."

My name is Adrienne. I'm bipolar. And I feel like my life is eating me alive.

And that's the truth. Finally.

5 things I can't live without

I know, I know...the most important things in life aren't things. That said, there are some things in my world that I'm fairly certain I would die without.

Have you ever had a super-hard day? Duh. Of course you have. At the end of a hard day, who doesn't want to unwind with a special treat? Well here's mine. Izze Clementine soda. Yum. This stuff is like liquid sunshine. And hey-two servings of fruit. Can't beat that.
The Baby Jogger City Mini Double stroller. Not a jogging stroller, but pretty much the most incredible stroller in the universe. It folds almost completely flat, fits in the trunk of our civic, turns on a dime, and fits through every doorway I've ever tried to take it through. Have you ever had a crush on an object? If I did, it'd be my stroller.
These disposable/reusable sippy cups are a gift from heaven. Ok, maybe not that impressive, but I love knowing that I'm not going to feel like crap if I forget a sippy cup somewhere. And on top of it all, they dont have valves, so it's only two pieces in the dishwasher, and no weird places for things to get stuck. I love them.

I would take a picture of mine, but I'm feeling pretty lazy. This is the Erin Condren Life Planner. It sits open on my dining room table, and if something isn't written in it, it doesn't happen. It keeps all of my crazy appointments straight, and I even write down our shows so I don't forget. Ha! It has tabs for every month, a page with a full-month calendar, and each week is broken down into days, and the days are broken up in morning/day/nigh boxes. No lines, so I don't feel weird drawing pictures on the pages. There's also a handy pocket in the back for receipts and things, and a pouch that holds address labels and stamps (at least that's what's in mine). If you've been looking for a planner that keeps you organized and haven't been able to find the right one, this is your baby. Worth every penny.
Last but certainly not least, the Nikkor 50mm f/1.4 lens. Swoon. It gives almost perfect bokeh, and has taken all of my best photos. I even have a camera nicer than my Nikon, but I use the Nikon most often so that I can use this pretty little thing. Fast and sharp as a tack. If I could marry a camera lens, it'd be this one.

What items can't you live without?

Happy Half-Birthday Little Sam!

My dear Samuel,

It seems like just yesterday they placed you in my arms for the first time. The time is flying, and it feels like I blinked and six months have passed. You should know that this moment-the moment I first met you was one of the most incredible moments of my life.

We learned very quickly that you were a little giant! When you were born, you just barely fit into the special outfit we brought to bring you home from the hospital in. It didn't matter though, because we were especially happy just to be taking you home. Our little family felt like it was missing something until you were born.

One day when you were about a month old, I was having a really hard day. Late that night you did something really special-you looked right into my eyes and gave me a great big smile. I felt like the luckiest mom in the whole wide world. You have a great smile.

When you were two months old, we celebrated your first Christmas. You got some new pajamas that matched everyone else in the family, and had your picture taken with Santa. We were very busy over Christmas, and you got to spend some special time getting to know all of your aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins.

On January 1, we celebrated our new year by going to Fairfield and having your baby blessing. It was a special day, a year after your big brother was blessed, and twenty-five years after I was blessed, all in the same building. Dad was baptized and confirmed there too.

When you were three months old, I discovered I could take some pretty awesome pictures on my bed! So I got out a special quilt Mamaw mailed to us and the wonderful duvet and pillow shams from GG, and we took a few pictures. Here's you wrapped up in wonderful soft things from two of your great-grandmas. They've been extra-special people to me, so I wanted to share that with you. They sure do love you!

In February, we started going to the zoo. You mostly like to look around at all the people, it's hard to see the animals that are so far away. You love to ride in the stroller, and you don't mind wearing hats.

As you continued to grow, we got to see more and more of your personality. You love to laugh, and you're always babbling away. It sounds like you have something pretty important to say, so we can't wait to hear what words you're saying. Your laugh always makes me laugh!

We celebrated your first Easter in the evening because we were so busy all day long! You got to play with Grandma and Grandpa Unklesbay, and they were so happy to spend some time with you! Your Easter basket had some new pacifiers, your swim trunks (I think they're going to be too small!) and the book "Green Eggs and Ham." I thought you'd like that when you get a little older, because a guy named Sam-I-Am tries to get a grumpy guy to eat green eggs and ham. Sometimes we even call you "Sam-I-Am."

Sweet Sam, we're so lucky to have you in our lives. Your big brother adores you, always wants to talk about the pictures on your clothes and point out your eyes and nose. When you get a little sad and I'm busy, he brings you a pacifier and tries to help you feel better. Your dad loves to make you laugh and watch you try to learn how to crawl. It makes him especially happy when you start to say, "Da da da." You did that for a little while, but then you stopped. We can't wait to hear it again!

And as for me, Sammy, I'm just happy you're here. I can't imagine my life without your special smiles. I always love hearing you giggle and talk. I can tell you were born to do something important. I can't wait to see who you're becoming.

I love you, little Sam-I-Am. Happy half-birthday!

Love,

Mom