1/2

Dumbo

It’s my 1/2 birthday today. I’m not really celebrating it in any way other than to take a few minutes for myself.

To think.

To plan.

To stretch and be intentional about my personal goals.

To BREATHE.

I have an unreasonable list of things people need from me.  I have 28 requests for specific time for picture day, and I need to get the schedule out ASAP. I need to plan the last PTO middle school dance that is in 2 weeks ASAP.  I have 5 loads of laundry staring at me. I have a sink full of dirty dishes.  I have to place the order for trophies for the entire softball and baseball community leagues ASAP.  I have to clean my entire house (bathrooms, kitchen, dust everywhere!).  I have to order a cake for retirees.  I need to make an appetizer for Saturday and dessert for Sunday (and have no groceries). I have to buy Easter candy and stuff eggs. I have about 20-30 hours of work to get done before Easter (and it’s already Thursday night at 7pm).  I am over committed, exhausted, and constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown …

And my husband is either out of town or coaching every minute until Sunday AM… so I’m on my own.

And all I really want to do is watch Netflix, or binge watch Game of Thrones so I can join in on the fun. Or write. Or sleep. Or get a massage or a pedicure.  Or lay in bed and read the book I just got from the library. I can think of 912 things I’d rather do that my “to do list” right now.

I just need to make it through my tenure on both board of directors.  One more month for PTO and 5 more months for MBSA.  I can do this!

Despite all I have to do, I’m going to celebrate. I’m trying to live my best life. I ran with a friend this morning before work. I took my son to the orthodontist today (and didn’t reschedule like I wanted to). I saw my son run his fastest mile today at a track meet today. And the most fun of all I’m going with my 12- year old on a date to see Dumbo at the theater in 2 hours. I can’t wait.  (And my husband sleep walks… I am REALLY excited to sleep through the night tonight! In my own bed!)

My friends… I need to hear this and maybe you do too:

Don’t just fly … SOAR

 

**well… we both fell asleep before the movie started, so we went to bed. A good night’s sleep felt amazing. But I still do want to see DUMBO!

 

 

 

 

ennegram

Type 7: The Enthusiast

Enthusiasts are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.

How to Get Along with Me

  • Give me companionship, affection, and freedom.
  • Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.
  • Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories.
  • Don’t try to change my style. Accept me the way I am.
  • Be responsible for yourself. I dislike clingy or needy people.
  • Don’t tell me what to do.

What I Like About Being a Seven

  • Being optimistic and not letting life’s troubles get me down.
  • Being spontaneous and free-spirited.
  • Being outspoken and outrageous. It’s part of the fun.
  • Being generous and trying to make the world a better place.
  • Having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures.
  • Having such varied interests and abilities.

What’s Hard About Being a Seven

  • Not having enough time to do all the things I want.
  • Not completing things I start.
  • Not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career.
  • Having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies.

Also Type 2 (Helper) and Type 5 (Investigator)

this is mundelein

This is Mundelein

Mundelein to me can be summed up in one word BASEBALL.
Sure there are tons of other awesome things to do,

but on the MBSA fields is where I met all of my friends.
Where we built our family’s village.
Where my two sons met all their friends and made everlasting memories.
I’ve been volunteering on the board of directors for this local non-profit since 2011.

I have so many great baseball pictures.

I saw so many smiles and witnessed the players having so much fun.
I love everything about baseball.
The coaches silly nicknames for their players.
How the pitcher lives next door to the batter and they’re both giggling the whole at bat.
The youth umpire collecting his first ever paycheck.
The local businesses on the back of the t-shirt jerseys.
The kid who hit his first home run and celebrated at home plate with his team.
The sounds of moms and dads commiserating on how hard it is to get the kids there after work, and tips on getting white baseball pants clean.
The smell of peanuts, hot dogs and cracker jacks, mixed with sunscreen and bug spray.
The little siblings wiggling and squealing with laughter

petting a new puppy and trying to endure the whole game.
Baseball isn’t just a sport, baseball gives us a reason to get together often and build lifelong friendships. Baseball gives us a place we all belong. 
BASEBALL: This is Mundelein.

Dear Taylor Baillie

Over twelve years ago I was pregnant with you, and today I celebrate your due date.

On Easter Sunday 2006 we announced to our families that we were happily expecting our second child.  I didn’t even really know you existed.

I would talk to my belly all day long. In the car. At work. In the shower.

I loved walking around in those early weeks of pregnancy. I had a giant smile I couldn’t hide. I felt like I was gliding through life. I secretly got to take you everywhere I went. I didn’t have to share you. Only daddy and I knew you were real. It was like floating on a cloud.

purple butterfly

And then, in a horrible twist of fate, I had a miscarriage.

Ironically, on a day celebrating new life.

The day we told everyone we were pregnant.

Easter Sunday.

I went to the hospital that night so they could do an ultrasound and check on you.

And then I found out, I was pregnant with twins.

Your brother was fine. But you were not.

It was so difficult to mourn you, because I was still pregnant. I didn’t go through hormonal changes, as I was still pregnant with a healthy baby.  So we didn’t share all the details far and wide.  I was rather cautious about the health of the rest of my pregnancy.

But on today and everyday. I wanted to send you a special message of unending love.

I miss you everyday.  I love the small messages you send me. I hope you realize I still carry you wherever I go.  When my bare feet are tickled by the grass, I pray you can feel it. When I hear a special song that makes me smile, I hope you smile too. When I decorate for Christmas, I think of you.  When I celebrate your brother’s birthday, I wonder what you’d be like and what your interests would be.  When a snowflake melts on my nose, I feel your warmth.

I love you with my whole heart Taylor Baillie.  I’m grateful I got to be your mom, even though I never really got to meet your body, just your soul.

 

During pregnancy, fetal cells migrate out of the womb and into a mother’s heart, liver, lung, kidney, brain, and more. They could shape moms’ health for a lifetime, Katherine J. Wu reported in 2024:⁠ https://theatln.tc/qozjIdje

The presence of these cells, known as microchimerism, is thought to affect every person who has carried an embryo, even if briefly, and anyone who has ever inhabited a womb. The cross-generational transfers are bidirectional—as fetal cells cross the placenta into maternal tissues, a small number of maternal cells migrate into fetal tissues, where they can persist into adulthood. ⁠

Genetic swaps, then, might occur several times throughout a life. Some researchers believe that people may be miniature mosaics of many of their relatives, via chains of pregnancy: their older siblings, perhaps, or their maternal grandmother, or any aunts and uncles their grandmother might have conceived before their mother was born. “It’s like you carry your entire family inside of you,” Francisco Úbeda de Torres, an evolutionary biologist at the Royal Holloway University of London, told Wu.⁠

Some scientists have argued that cells so sparse and inconsistent couldn’t possibly have meaningful effects. Even among microchimerism researchers, hypotheses about what these cells do—if anything at all—remain “highly controversial,” Sing Sing Way, an immunologist and a pediatrician at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, told Wu. But many experts contend that microchimeric cells aren’t just passive passengers. They are genetically distinct entities. And they might hold sway over many aspects of health: our susceptibility to infectious or autoimmune disease, the success of pregnancies, maybe even behavior. ⁠

If these cells turn out to be as important as some scientists believe they are, they might be one of the most underappreciated architects of human life, Wu writes.