Saturday, September 10, 2011


it was just an average tuesday.

early that morning, our junior class had attended the college fair. row after row of college representatives from the surrounding area passed out free pens and t-shirts, trying to get new "recruits".

and so we went, table to table, and gathered all of the free stuff. i mean, i had no intention of attending the college of the ozarks, but hey, a free pencil sharpener never hurt anyone.

after our goodie bags were filled with loot, we all began to part ways, going to our next class. my boyfriend and i walked, hand in hand, plastic bags swaying with each step. he dropped me off at my class, stealing a quick, innocent kiss. and i walked inside, closing the door behind me.

i sat at my computer in my graphic design class, the only girl in the room. it was an ordinary day, creating pretend ads for a class project. one of the boys looked down at his hidden cell phone, and then quickly stood up, walking across the classroom. as he turned on the tv, he interrupted our teacher's reprimand by saying, "we have to watch."

and that's when we saw it.

one of the world trade center towers in NYC had been crashed into by a plane. how tragic! it was obvious that the plane could have no survivors. we commented back and forth of how strange it was that a plane would fly into one of the buildings--there must have been some sort of freak technical accident. the pilot must have had a heart attack. something like that.

while we looked at the screen, we watched the plane hit the tower. but this re-play looked different than the other ones. and then we realized that it was a second plane. hitting the other tower. and that this was no accident at all.
we watched in silence. we watched as the plumes of smoke stretched across the sky. we watched flames licking the sides of the buildings. and then we watched as each tower crumpled.

it was then that i realized we had all lost our innocence.

the rest of the day was a blur. we went to class after class, lugging around our now oddly heavy bags of college paraphernalia through the halls, with looks of worry and tears on our cheeks. by this time, we had all heard about the third plane hitting the pentagon and the fourth crashing in pennsylvania.

the size of the classes got smaller and smaller through out the day, parents uncertain of what else would come. in some classes we sat and watched the tv in eerie quiet. in others, the tv was muted, and we talked about our feelings of confusion, despair, mourning.

it was then that i realized our lives would never be the same.

it was just an average tuesday.


ten years have passed since that time. you can ask any american, and they can tell you exactly where they were at, what they were doing, who they were with when they heard about the attacks.

ten. only ten years.

it seems like yesterday.

Monday, September 5, 2011

the boys


i go back to work starting tomorrow (NOOOOOOOOOOO!), so here are just a few updates on the boys:



-has been stringing together more and more words together (his verbal skills are pretty impressive :) )

-likes to make decisions

-has great imaginative play

-is currently spending his first night sleeping in his toddler bed

-most likely is red-green colorblind

-told his papa yesterday that he had to peepee in the potty…and then did!

-may or may not have to wear size 4t pull-ups and underwear because he’s a little thick in the booty (like his dad. har har.)

-has become more affectionate lately, giving hugs and kisses (and that makes for one happy mommy)




-still sleeping in mommy and daddy’s bed (which will probably change this weekend while john is out of town for drill)

-can take a bottle well, but prefers it directly from the source

-is a bit of a mommy’s boy

-is a lot smaller than jonas was at this point (but well…he was a lot smaller to begin with :) )

-is a little gassy, but usually is okay. he had a HUGE gassy fit yesterday with pretty much non-stop crying for 5.5 hours. that was fun.

-is adored by his big brother (and is usually a large topic of our conversations. “where is baby noah?” “baby noah is crying.” “baby noah wants a french fry.” “baby noah, STOP CRYING!”)

-loves to watch jonas. like, he’ll track that little dude down in a room and just be still watching him.

it’s going to be hard going back to work tomorrow. from adjusting to the new schedule to being away from my boys…i’m just not looking that forward to it. on the other hand, i really love my co-workers and job (and having adults to talk to during the day is going to be a big perk!), so i know it’s going to be just fine!