{QUICK} Update on the Kiddos

Felt like maybe I should do an update on the kiddos to share with you all. Plus this allows me to keep a record for me to come back to time and time again to just oogle over all these memories. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone back to look at all the fun things Ab has done and it is a great reference of what I should be expecting with Jack. 

Abbey_Jack_blog update

Can you believe that little girl is going to preschool this year? This hasn’t sunk in yet, truly I still think of her as a baby sometimes and catch myself doing things for her that she is more-than-capable in doing for herself. It just amazes me that George and I created such a smart, funny, witty, and absolutely cray-cray little girl. If you couldn’t tell from this photo, Ab LOVES her baby brother. She is so great with him and truly has the patience required of a big sister, such an important role. She is imaginative and loves to play! She is super into sidewalk chalk, swinging and playing on her swing set, reading herself books, playing babies, watching movies (Toy Story 1,2,3 are new favorites) and then acting out scenes from said movies. Her eating habits are all still fantastic when we can get her to actually sit down to eat. This girl can seriously chow down on fruits of our labor (tomato and cucumber) directly out of the garden but is still so ready to lick some icing off any cookie or cake in her reach. I know this is my kid but damn, she is COOL.


This little man is 5 months old (sorry Kat, I can’t find the damn stickers) and chock full of personality. He is sweet and lovey and is so into his momma, such a good boy. He gives hugs, he pulls your hair (Poppa Herron can vouch for this as Jack has pulled his chest hair many times) and he JUMPS! Jack is extremely entertaining in his Johnny Jump-Up and can get that thing going so much that you hear it and feel it in our bedroom upstairs. He is amused by his Abbey-girl and can watch her run, jump and play for long periods of time. At 5 months, Jack is enjoying his oatmeal baby cereal and Beppy (sitter) has discovered that he LOVES his pears and strongly dislikes his prunes. I plan to introduce more vegetables this month. He has rolled over a few times and then decided (I guess…) that he doesn’t want to do it anymore, however, he loves to sit up from his propped up position on the boppy. We are in trouble, I predict he will be crawling in just a few short months! Is it possible to skip rolling over and crawling and going straight to standing and walking? He might do that actually because he loves to use his strong little legs. 

Whew, lots of things going on, could I be a more blessed momma? I think not! 

Thanks a lot hormones

I feel like I’ve been somewhat of an emotional wreck these days. Just a bit weepy, needy, clingy…the whole enchilada of a whiny pregnant lady (poor George). But then this morning my hormones dropped me off on an entirely different planet and I just about lost it. Whew… thank goodness I was at work at 7:30 this morning to have my own little breakdown without anyone else here.

I was looking through some Facebook posts, no big deal. And came across an old high school friend’s album of her little guy. I was just looking at the album of her son that had little pics from birth until present day which makes him 6 months old. Then it hit me, this friend and I used to compare notes in pregnancy when I was pregnant with Hope and her son was born just in a week of Hope’s original due date. Talk about a sunken heart. I just looked at each picture again more intently thinking how Hope might look at that age. Wondering what her favorite toy would be, how I would be dressing her up for pictures, if she would have light blonde hair or none and what her smile would look like.

I haven’t been sad about Hope in a long time, I’m thankful for my pregnancy with Abbey and don’t really feel like I “need” to be sad about Hope. I think of her every day and pray to her most every night while I hold my “Hope” bear. I’m blessed to know that we have a guardian angel not only watching over George and I but watching over Abbey as well. I talk to Abbey often and tell her about her big sister Hope and how lucky she is to have such a special sister.

I’m going to run into situations like this for the rest of my life, I’m going to always think of Hope but especially on important days like her date of birth/death on November 18th and her original due date on April 1st and I still have my “pee” stick that reminds me of the absolute joy of finding out I was newly pregnant with our first baby. So many memories and reminders of a baby girl. I’m also reminded that if it wasn’t for Hope I wouldn’t be pregnant RIGHT NOW with Abbey and I know that I’ll feel that and remember that throughout Abbey’s life.


Girl’s Night

Spent the evening with one of my favorite girls, Aayla. Her mommy and daddy went to see a 4 hour movie with George that I had no interest in seeing. Actually, the movie would have been one that I would have used for a nap time but it would be an expensive nap so I suggested that I keep Aayla and everyone was happy. Goodness, at 14 months old she is super smart and pretty clever too and she already LOVES my jewelry. Had to share these pictures because it absolutely cracked me up:

Shout out to all the babies

Props to those who L-O-V-E their baby bump!

As I look around I’m noticing this huge baby trend. Is it my age? Is it because I’m pregnant now? Is it because I’m practically obsessed with everything baby? Either way, I can count on my fingers and toes the amount of friends or “Facebook friends” who are either pregnant themselves or just had a baby. Its a baby epidemic (in a good way). The observation started when I was pregnant with Baby Girl Herron, I just all of a sudden noticed that there were baby bumps all over the place. Then after she passed away it was like the baby bumps intensified, they were coming out of the wood work. It seemed as though every time I was checking Facebook, this person or that person was pregnant. You know what I’m talking about, its like when you buy a new car. All of a sudden you see your exact same car all over the city like they were giving them away for free.

{What’s in the water?}

If you are a mom (recent or not) OR you are sporting a baby bump right now, I want to know about it. Drop a comment with your favorite baby or baby bump moment. I can’t wait to read what everyone has to say!

Challenger Baseball Time!

In my head I’m singing the “its peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time” maybe you know this song or maybe you think I’m a bit nuts. Either way I’m excited to say, “its Challenger baseball time, Challenger baseball time!” Most of The Herron Nest audience should know that George and I are coaches this year for the Cardinals team in the Challenger Baseball League. For those who don’t know what the blazes I’m talking about, Challenger Baseball is a league dedicated to kids with special needs to ensure that they get to enjoy baseball just like all the other kids. Because of my brother Brian my family has been involved with the Challenger league for 15 years and 4 years ago Matt and I were asked to take on our own team. We both sort of thought in the back of our minds that we would take on a more important role in Challenger but never guessed we would be coaching our own team and so quickly. We had to jump on this opportunity.

State Tournament 2008

The Cardinals team has been amazing, I truly look forward to each spring to see all their smiling faces. Who couldn’t love these faces? We have had some “core” players that have played on our team since year one and watching each kid grow from year to year and day to day within the season is remarkable. I remember when Landon (middle kid in picture above) had his first hit all by himself. WOW! I think I completely lost control and forgot that I was supposed to direct him to first base, instead I had tears welled up in my eyes and I just wanted to run and grab him to give him a big hug.

There are so many times where I think I’m teaching the kids various skills for baseball and then it always ends up that I leave the game and the season with not only learning from the kids but having such a huge take-away for my own life. I honestly want to be a better person after spending an hour on the baseball field with my team. The kids are some of my best teachers. I know that after each game last year George and I spent the next hour or two continuously talking about each kid and how this one ran so much faster or that one had such a great hit.

Challenger has meant so much to my family and to me and I have especially cherished my time coaching for many reasons. One has to be the relationship and bond created between Matt and myself. Could anyone that knew us growing up believe that Matt and I could coach a team together??? I think 99.9% of you would say no way. Matt and I couldn’t even sit next to each other in a car for longer than two minutes before we started bickering and fighting. Now look at us! I won’t lie, there are still times when he drives me crazy on the field but he really is a great coach and the kids absolutely love him.

This year our “official” coach roster will include Matt, George and myself with two of the best helpers and cheerleaders, Jami and Mason. I can’t wait to see Mason with a little Cardinals shirt and hat on and I’m sure the kids and parents will want to love all over him. Our first practice is this coming Wednesday and I can’t wait to see all the players. We have 4 new players this year and 11 returning from last year. Our team is becoming one big family and I hope that we can continue to grow up together as I have with Brian’s team, The Rockies.

2010 State Tournament

If you are interested in attending a game or two, please don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m sure the kids would love to see more fans in the cheering section and the more awareness about the league the better. If you are looking for other ways to get involved you can check out the lovely website that was donated by my company, US Digital Partners. Our golf outing will be held at the Beckett Ridge Country Club on May 22nd (we are up to 52 golfers, 92 openings still available) and we are looking for golfers (good or bad!) and sponsorships.

As one of our players, Becky, would scream at the top of her lungs:

Go Cardinals! 

Living with a Organizational Nightmare

Jesy’s bedroom if not for me.

There are certain things that I have grown to learn that my wife hates to do.  Dishes is one of them.  She will let them build up until there is literally a mountain of dishes equal to Everest in our sink.  And she’s a hypocrite too, especially if she’s tired.  She will yell at me for not loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher, but she will do the very same thing under the guise of “being sleepy.”  It’s like her Kryptonite.

In all fairness I was never much better.  Growing up my mother can attest to the fact that I would avoid doing the dishes at all costs.  I have no idea why, it’s so easy to do.  I think it stems from a couple things; 1. My mom wanted me to do it, which of course meant that I didn’t want to, 2. It’s so easy to be lazy about, and 3. It was kind of funny to see how mad my mom would get over something as silly as the dishes.

But I have found a happy place in doing dishes, a Zen about it.  I throw on some music and just take the ten minutes and get it done when I get home normally.  It helps in letting go some of the crappy day that I always bring home with me, not all of it normally, but some.  Plus it is a good excuse to listen to music too loud.  That’s right I party when doing the dishes, what of it?  But during my last little “raver” last night I discovered a couple things that I thought I would share.

We have certain drawers that Jesy just likes to pile stuff in for no rhyme or reason.  And it was one of these drawers that I took the time in cleaning out and re-organizing, because while Jesy might be the poster child of organzation at work, she is the exact opposite at home.  Clothes and shoes are strewn about randomly throughout the house , mail and various papers are littered all over the dining room and office and of course the dishes she so hates touching.  I call her the human tornado.  But I digress, after doing the arch-enemy dishes I realized this was a good oppertuniy to take care of one of the clutter drawers.

  • We have a small army of spatulas.  Who the hell needs 18 spatulas?  Rachael Ray doesn’t need that many spatulas.  The entire cast of Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t need that many spatulas.  And how in the hell did we get that many?  Were the spatulas having sex and reproducing in the drawer?

The Army of Spatulas

  • We don’t have a full set of measuring cups or measuring spoons.  We have two sets of each and neither is a full set.  Measuring cups and spoons must be the socks of the kitchen, they just seem to vanish into some Twilight Zonesque wormhole.  I’m nearly positive there is a parallel universe that has all the stuff we are missing.  I mean how else does that happen?  Maybe there is a turf war between the spatulas and the measuring utensils in the drawer and the measuring utensils are loosing?  But where are the “dead bodies” going?

Ain’t going to win with this lack of a full house

  • We have two things that look like it came out of Richard Greer’s bedroom.  I know one is a wine bottle topper, in case you lose the cork (so I would guess the other one is too) but when I saw the wooden one, I was worried.  Worried because I had no idea what it was or what it was used for and then worried that this was something that had no place in the kitchen near things that might go in my mouth.  I mean look at it and as a man tell me what you would think.

I guess ‘ol Richard is going to have to go back to using gerbils.

  • I would also like to take a minute to thank Jimmy Baur.  A couple years ago you were attending a party at our house.  You had a little too much to drink and were upstairs pouring a Coke no doubt mixed with alcohol that you clearly didn’t need.  In doing so you dropped the Coke and syrupy goodness was spilled all over the counter and floor.  You never cleaned it up, I remember because I did.  What I never thought to check was the drawer that was right under where you spilled, the very same drawer I sought to re-organize last night.  There was years-old Coke that was now acting like a glue all in the drawer.  After several minutes of tendinitis educing scrubbing I got it clean.  Thanks again Jimmy.

Two hours later and after convincing Jesy to get rid of at least a third of the crap that we didn’t need or use, the drawer was put back together as God intended, in a neat and organized fashion.  The good news is that once something is organized Jesy has been a ton better about keeping it that way, she just would never take the initiative to actually organize in the first place, but I guess that’s why I’m here.

So my moral to all this is, if you live with a human tornado sometimes it is better to put your God-given gifts to use instead of fighting a losing battle all the time.  She hates dishes, I find some Zen in it.  She hates organizing, I like to organize.  She doesn’t always like the way I organize but tough shit. If it was really a concern of yours you would have re-organized years ago!

***Jesy’s Version***

I thought it was funny that George had let me know that he created a post about his organizing adventure last night because on the way to work this morning I was thinking that I was also going to write a post about his organizing too.  In his post above he mentions that once he re-organizes I do a pretty good job of keeping it organized and I do.  I absolutely LOVE when George gets the cleaning bug and goes to town on a drawer or cabinet in the kitchen.

You still want an Easy Bake Oven?

This happens every once in a blue moon and sometimes it is a calm clean (last night) and sometimes it is a scary clean which are the ones that start by him not being able to find something in my mess. I understand why he gets all crazy about not finding something but I also don’t get why he just doesn’t ask me where something is “hiding” because I’m pretty sure I’ll know where it is to be found in my organized chaos.

Regarding those lovely spatulas, where are my cooking friends on this one? There are times that during a course of a recipe that I will go through 2-4 of those darn things. Its just easier to grab a new clean one out of the drawer rather than cleaning just one off 4 different times, who is with me on this? Either way, I allowed Mr. Herron to put about 4-5 spatulas in the Goodwill bag.

I will also agree with the husband that there were some interesting kitchen utensils or gadgets that I have NO clue what they do or what they were intended for. I was young when we got married and of course looked to my mom during the registry for advice because I really had no clue how to cook at the time. I’ll take this moment to add a little jab – I didn’t know how to cook because my mother never got me an Easy Bake Oven when I was little. Now that I’m cooking way more often than 3 times a year I’m using more kitchen gadgets and I’ve been purchasing some over the years depending on the recipe, however we still have some that don’t have any use so we went ahead and got rid of them too.

Sorry Mom – had to add the jab! Note to mothers that have young daughters, please buy them an Easy Bake Oven!

New Goal And a Few Updates

Just read an article about having a baby on 11/11/11 – NEW GOAL! How COOL would it be to have a baby on 11/11/11?

According to the article, those who want to have a baby on 11/11/11 will need to get busy now. This is of course referencing those who are on a “normal” 28 day cycle. Boo, I am not on that “normal” cycle but I’ll still cross my fingers and toes that this could be a possibility for The Herron Nest. Obviously, the disclaimer all over the article is that this is not a guarantee but you could probably talk your doctor into the idea, right? The article then breaks out the idea that if you are prego with twins then most likely you won’t make the full 40 weeks gestation because twins are typically considered full term at 38 weeks. Of course it would be so cool to have a baby (or babies) on 11/11/11 but all the Herron’s care about is a healthy baby (or babies).

{Update on The Herron Nest}

I (Jesy) have recently had my pre-conception massage. What is this you ask? I’ll admit that at first I thought my lovely BFF’s bought me a massage with some hocus-pocus spin on the title to make me feel better. No way – this was a crazy informative massage with an acupuncture focus that helps to get your body ready for conception. It was given to me by Jen at Becoming Mom Spa and she claims to have a pretty high success rate for your next month to conceive. Not only was she sweet and full of information but she gave great advice and suggested certain foods to eat.

What’s next? We’ll see how things look for this month but I have talked to my doctor and we (George, Doctor and Me) decided that if I’m not pregnant this month (still keeping fingers crossed) than I will start on fertility. You are probably thinking “WOAH” at this point and thats how I felt when the idea was first presented to me. I know that Dr. Cali wants to make sure George and I get pregnant pretty quickly and this his way of helping us to get on that track. Side effects don’t seem too bad and if we get pregnant with multiples then so what! We lost our baby 3 months ago (tomorrow) and if we get two in this next pregnancy than GREAT!

We are just so appreciative of all the continued support from friends and family and feel so blessed to have all of you in our lives.

A Tattoo to Remember

In order to heal we must first hurt.  Wow, that sounded pretty inspirational right?  Maybe when I’m dead people will talk about me and use that line like they do for famous people?  Or maybe they will just reflect on the silly dumbass I was, have a good laugh and quickly move on.

My point is that for a long time I have wanted something to symbolize my family.  Something unique, something special and something I could add to since Jesy and I want to grow as a family. We’re not the one and done type.  And anyone that knows me knows that I am pretty covered in tattoos anyway, so tattoo it was.

For me  a tattoo has to mean something, it’s going to be on your body for the rest of your life.  But I have always been a firm believer in not getting someone’s name tattooed on your body, not even your own wife.  I’m not judging anyone, it’s just a personal preference.  The way I figure is that anyone, including Jesy, could get tired of my shit (hell I get tired of my shit) so why get a tattoo of her name when there is even the slightest chance that she would not be around forever.  Sorry, it’s just the realist in me.  I love her and I know she loves me, but stuff happens.  I don’t think she will ever leave me, but the possibility always exists so no names.  Plus, to me it always seemed so cliche, I wanted something with a little deeper meaning.

{What then?}

After some soul-searching and deep thoughts (not with Jack Handy) I came up with this little idea that fit all my criteria.  No names, original, and has a deep meaning.  A space theme.  A sun, moon and a single star.  It seemed like a perfect idea and here’s why:

  • The Sun (Jesy) – Is there any better representation of Jesy than a sun?  Bright, bigger than life, full of energy, life-giving and keeps me warm.  And much like the people before William Hershel came along, Jesy thinks the universe revolves around her.  Just kidding of course, but I couldn’t resist putting that in here!
  • The Moon (Me) – Another spot on representation.  Being introverted I tend to come off as a lifeless orb that depends on other things to get noticed.  Just like the moon relies on the sun to glow, I depend on Jesy to shine.  She has brought out a lot of the good that I have in me.  Without her I would just be a big gray rock that NASA likes to leave their garbage on.
  • The Star (Baby Herron) – A star is a sun that is just really far away, but it still shines bright enough that it can be seen.  Our little star may not have burned too long, but it burned bright.  You might notice that this star is a special star.  It has a pink hue to it and at the center has a little yellow “halo”, it needed to be able to be unique for what would have been our baby girl.

I chose a place, the inside of my arm, that I knew would hurt.  It had to hurt.  For a man, physical pain is easier to understand.  I wanted to have a physical pain to try to help relate to the emotional pain we have gone through, to help give me more clarity, to make it more real for me.  I didn’t have to carry the baby for 21 weeks, I didn’t have to go through what Jesy did on November 18th.  I needed to feel something.  And feel it, I did.

The tattoo will take about two weeks to heal, perfect timing really.  By the time this heals we should be clear to try to have another baby.  Normally a tattoo would have no effect at all in trying to have a baby, but let’s see if you can follow me in my thought process here.  Physical and emotional healing at the same time.  Being able to try again will certainly help with the emotional healing. It of course won’t eliminate it, that pain may never completely go away, but this will be a huge step forward.  Much like the tattoo will always be here, but the pain won’t.  It will heal and stand as a beautiful reminder of what we went through.

And as we go forward I will be able to add to the tattoo.  With our (next?) child/children I can add another star, just no halo this time.

So, let the healing begin….


{Side note on the tattoo artists}

Special thanks to Tommy and Nate at Designs By Dana in Covington.  Tommy was the actual artist and obviously did an amazing job. He was also able to put up with my many emails of ideas and changes.  Nate was also there and he simply kept Jesy entertained with his crude humor while I was getting my tattoo done.  Thank you so much fellas!  If you have any hookers that need taken care of go see Nate (Sorry inside joke)!  I would HIGHLY recommend either of them for a tattoo.

New Discovery

This past week has been a homeowner disaster. While George was doing laundry on Sunday (yes, I’m a lucky girl) he noticed a gurgle sound in our basement and then noticed a water back up in our sewer drain. He was off on Monday so it was decided that he would call Metropolitan Sewer District (MSD) to have them take a look. MSD was a great suggestion by my Aunt Karen in November of 2009 when our tree roots invaded our sewer line. It seemed to be the same issue and we thought that MSD was able to come once a year to rod the line which they do for free. LONG story short MSD said they couldn’t do the job because in fact they were only able to come once every two years and suggested we call a plumber. Plumber came Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday but said we had to call MSD again to finish the job. MSD came out again last night and within 15 minutes we were golden. As they left one of the MSD representatives suggested we use bleach and water to clean the concrete in our laundry room to rid the smell of sewer.

I ran out to get some gas, dinner and bleach and while I was getting gas near my house the employee of the station asked if I needed anything from inside because she was going to lock it up to go clean the bathrooms. I thought I would try to kill two birds with one stone and asked if she sold bleach. She said she didn’t and referred to the little market next door that would have bleach but it was extremely overpriced. She asked which direction I was heading and I told her I was headed to Chipotle for dinner (don’t worry, I’m counting all those points). Oddly enough, she didn’t know what Chipotle was but she did say that I should head to the “mexican place down the street” because they sold bleach for a cheap price.

At first I had NO clue what “mexican place” she was referring to but she did say it was down the hill on Glendale-Milford Road. I figured I would just head in that direction as their was a Chipotle near the intersection of Reading Road and Glendale-Milford Road, what did I have to lose. As I was approaching the intersection I realized she was either referring to Aldi or the Asian market in the plaza on Glendale-Milford Road. Neither one struck me as “mexican places” but I went ahead and stopped in at Aldi.


I know that my mom often goes to Aldi (especially now that she is angry with Kroger) but I have never been nor have I really thought to go. This place was CLEAN and organized even if it was all stacked on pallets and in boxes, it had friendly staff and I was curious about the brands they sold. I made my way around the aisles even though there were only a few because it was so small. I didn’t grab a grocery cart because I was only there to pick up bleach but I did notice that you needed to insert a quarter in order to use a cart, small inconvenience but was later told that it kept the carts collected and in good shape because you got your quarter back if it was returned. I was checking out and asked the cashier if by any chance Aldi was a Mexican-owned company. She laughed and asked where I heard that information. She then went on to explain that Aldi was a German-owned company and that Aldi also owned Trader Joe’s. How many of you have shopped at Trader Joe’s and never knew that it was owned by Aldi? I’ll raise my hand on that one!

The cashier continued on explaining the history of Aldi and since she knew I was a first-time shopper she filled me in on the process of the shopping carts, the reason they don’t accept credit cards (to save money), why they encourage you to bring your own bags and their own private label. She suggested that I check out the website and now I’m suggesting it to you. There is a link that also encourages you to take the Aldi One Week Shopping Challenge where they promise that you will save money. I might try this and if I do I’ll let you know.

The “what-ifs” are killer

I was driving into work this morning and a terrible thought quickly passed through my mind. It was quick but it did a tad bit of a damage on its way through. On my way to work I exit the highway near the road that leads to Christ Hospital and it reminded me of the morning that we were going in for our 20th week ultrasound. I was so excited that day. I had the biggest grin and this glow because I was going to find out the sex of our baby. I was going to have a name to fit this growing being in my belly. And I was going to end my day at Kenwood mall with a mini shopping spree of either PINK or BLUE.

All this flowed through me this morning and within seconds it brought tears to my eyes. And then I thought, HOLY EFFING SHIT, if the baby would have been a boy it would have been okay. And then that thought led me to this thought, if I didn’t secretly wish we were having a girl then we would have had a boy and a boy can’t have Turner Syndrome and then I would still be pregnant and the baby would be okay. Typing this brings tears to my eyes again. It also makes me sound like a crazy person, who would think this? I guess a human being that tries to still figure out exactly how this all happened to her.

I’m getting better. Really, truly, scouts honor I am. I have gone a day or two without suddenly crying and I can talk about our first pregnancy story without it completely smashing my heart. I have a hard time looking at pictures of when I was pregnant, especially the last few that were taken and I also have a hard time with Christmas coming up. I think this is because I had a plan for how Christmas was supposed to be this year. My expectation of Christmas 2010 was one with a pregnant me wearing a cute red maternity dress (that is still hanging in the laundry room downstairs) and opening presents for the Baby (Fill in the sex) Herron that was to come. Shit, at Christmas we would have known the name of the baby and knowing my family I’m quite sure Baby Herron would have received more gifts than George and I combined. Its not about the gifts but its about the memories and the expectations that I kept replaying over and over in my head. And now.. well, the expectations are merely put on hold. Too bad I’m not a patient person.

I know that George and I will still have a great Christmas. How can’t you while surrounded by our friends and family? We will start the festivities on Christmas Eve with the Ottopal’s and that will just be nuts. Picture a billion people packed in at my uncle’s house with Christmas paper whizzing past your head, noise levels so loud that it could wake the dead and amazing food and bourbon slush. Fun, right? And our Christmas doesn’t end this year until New Year’s day at the Herron’s with pork and sauerkraut.

But man… I’m really looking forward to a new year!