Snakes? Really? Well yes…I am writing about snakes.
After deciding to purchase a home in a rural, yet not-so-rural city, we had to learn what it meant to live among gators, water moccasins, hawks, opossums and even coyotes. We have deer crossing signs all over town and most of our neighbors’ properties are greenbelted and full of roaming cows and goats. Coming from Miami, this was obviously a huge change for us.
Just a few days ago David came across a little snake known as a coral snake in our backyard. You know the rhyme, “Red touches yellow, kills a fellow”? Well, that little slithering critter just so happens to be the second most venomous snake and someone we do not want to be sharing a home with. So as any protective parent would do, David decided he had to kill it before it could hurt anyone. Literally that afternoon, we came to find out that coral snake anti-venom is extremely hard to come by and there are companies that will actually pay you to have them come out and remove the coral snakes for venom harvesting. Crazy!
Now, this is not the only coral snake that has been seen in our neighborhood so I am sure there are many more. Needless to say, we will be keeping our eyes peeled for any other snakes that may be living silently among us. Despite all the dangerous creatures that live near us, we really love where we live and we wouldn’t change it for anything. At least not right now… 😉
Our decapitated coral snake. I am sorry, snake lovers. 🙁 I am a huge animal lover but we can’t take any chances with our little baby as well as dog and cats sharing a backyard with him.
I never got around to writing the post I promised everyone that pertained to flying with a 3-month-old and I honestly can’t even wrap my head around doing so now. I have flown with my little man twice and although every baseball wife I know does it without complaint, I can tell you it is not the most enjoyable experience – speaking for myself when I say so.
When I flew with Jet he was 3 months and 5 months respectively, and everyone told me those would be the easy times. I really didn’t believe them, but now that my boy is approaching 8 months I realize that flying with him is progressively more challenging. He is sooooo active now and refuses to take naps the way he used to. I am sure I am making this whole experience out to be much harder in my head than it likely would be in reality, – just as I did when we first flew 5 months ago – but I loathe burdening people which subsequently results in me feeling overwhelmed by the idea of inconveniencing all my fellow travelers with my little baby. I suppose I will have to get over these feelings if I ever want to fly with my child again.
All this being said, since I have this irrational fear of flying with my son, and I have also started working real estate again, I have not been able to visit David since I came back home in April. This means that it has been 3, yes three, 3 months since I have seen him but even harder, since Jet has seen his daddy. While this year has had its challenges, I am focusing on all of the wonderful things in our lives.
I am so grateful to be home and to have a beautiful place that my family can call home. For the stability that being home has afforded my child (he FINALLY started sleeping through the night at 6.5 months. Hip Hip Hurray!). For the companionship and love that our four-legged children provide us. For the help that I have been receiving from my mother and the family. For everyone’s health. And for the grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Life is beautiful.
It has been a solid seven months since I have written a post. A lot has transpired in my life since then and I can honestly say that I feel the presence of God in my life more than ever. Since I last checked in, David and I bought a house, David became a Cleveland Indian, – farewell NYY – we welcomed our beautiful baby boy into the world, and just yesterday, we celebrated another amazing year of marriage.
Now that I am the mama to my own offspring – not just four-legged furry babies – my life is consumed by poopy diapers, spit up and lack of sleep, all of which do not hold a candle to the love that I have for my little man. Believe it or not, what most people find “yucky”, I find truly gratifying. There’s nothing like seeing a nice poopy diaper and celebrating that your baby’s digestive system is working efficiently. But enough about the favorite topic of new parents – poo – and onto what my goals are for this blog in 2014. I can’t promise that I will have the time to contribute to this blog the way I have in years past, but I will try to document my experiences as a mother while living the life of a baseball wife.
Moving forward I plan on sharing my favorite mommy products, taking into account how much we travel. As unconventional a lifestyle as we live, our son will also have to be raised in a rather unconventional way – we have learned to adapt and so will he.
Next up: Flying for the first time with a 3-month-old.
I wanted to write a quick post wishing everyone a happy mother’s day. Today is a very special day after all and all the amazing women out there who have cared for a child, human or otherwise, deserve a whole lot of love.
That being said, when I texted all of my mom friends today, much to my surprise, I received a bunch of “You too’s!” This really got me thinking. What better day than today to announce one of my big surprises?!
You may have guessed it by now, and YES, David and I are expecting our first two-legged child! Since we have four children already that move around on four legs, I felt it worth noting that this one will, in fact, walk upright on only two legs. (I guess we are moving up in the world – pun intended).
So there you have it, folks! David and I are due to have our first human baby on October 31st. None other than Halloween! I guess my three black cats are a good omen after all. 🙂
‘Till next time!
I can’t get enough of my love-bugs. Excuse me if you will, but this should warm your heart. Besides, it is totally baseball related; This is how David spends his typical off-days. 😉
I remember being in a similar situation a year ago, prior to having spent a full baseball season with David and even before knowing what it would be like to travel with our furry babies. For many reasons, however, I stand today unsure of what to do about our four-legged children this coming season. Last year proved traveling with our mini zoo to be much easier than I would have imagined, so why am I still on the fence? Ha – totally unintentional pun. 😉
One of our three cats, Julius.
Well, when we left to report for Spring Training last weekend, leaving the babies felt more like abandoning them than a temporary arrangement – despite the pet haven that is my parents’ house. Truthfully, I am not sure if this separation results in more anxiety for them or me. Our babies seem happy as can be with my parents, yet I still feel like I am neglecting the parental responsibilities I owe my adopted family. I can’t truly say whether or not they are happier with their mommy and daddy, despite the living arrangements, or if a stable environment trumps the love they have for David and me. I just feel like six months is a long time to be apart from your pets – after all, it is more like 3.5 years from their perspective.
As of right now, David and I are very much leaning in the direction of taking our animals with us regardless of the obstacles that we may face with housing and traveling; we see it as a small price to pay for the unconditional love and companionship that they so selflessly provide us. In the mean time, we are traveling back and forth between Tampa and Miami every weekend possible to spend some time with our children. Coming back home to them yesterday, after five whole days apart, made my heart smile. 🙂