Keegan's Birth Story

So 2 years ago, I was preaching to the choir.... "I am never going to do this again."  "One kid is it for me."  "This is hard."  "I'll never sleep again."  And then look what went and happened.  I got pregnant.  It was awesome.  We were ready, right!?

This pregnancy I was pegged right off the bat as a "high risk pregnancy," "geriatric pregnancy," "advanced maternal age pregnancy..." whichever way you want to slice it, at the age of 35, I was considered "old," I would be 36 when I actually had the baby. This meant I needed to be seen at 20 weeks by a high risk fetal specialist for an ultrasound and then fetal heart stress tests weekly in the last 2 months of pregnancy.  I also had a 70 percent chance of re-occurrence of cholestasis which I developed in my first pregnancy.  

Overall, my pregnancy went well.  I never did develop the itchy palms and feet which is the main symptom of cholestasis.  My symptoms were as follows, the need to pee every 20 minutes.  My gosh, I can't believe the amount of peeing one person can do.  I developed horrible sciatica that shot from my butt down my leg, but even worse then that, the way the baby was lying, he was pressing on other nerves that shot down the front of my leg, making me feel like the front of my leg was also numb.  It was as if he was cutting off some sort of blood flow.  The reflux.  Ohhhhh, for heaven's sake, Pepcid AC Berry flavor, you and I were best friends.  I would have not lived 9 months without you.  Then of course, I learned very quickly this pregnancy wasn't going to be being sent home from work early to nap or watch trash tv... this pregnancy was going to be feeling all the pregnancy feels as described above, but with a very active, little person needing my attention every single second.  I feel like I did the best job I could while becoming more short of breath with each passing day to entertain Archer.

Then I had to make the decision to have either a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) or a repeat c-section.  Pros and cons to both of course... and a signature on a piece of paper was needed to say bad things can happen in regards to both.  I was shooting for a vaginal birth.  I wanted to try for it... but at 36 weeks or so... the ultrasound was showing that baby's head was already measuring 10 cm.  When you dilate to give birth, you dilate to 10 cm.  So, baby decided for me that I would have a scheduled c-section.  With 3 more weeks of growth... I wasn't even going to try and do it, baby to get stuck, and have it end in a crash section.  And so, the doctor chose the date of baby's birthday per our request (39 weeks and 2 days) and that was April 8th, 2019.  If I were to go into labor before then, I could still try for a vaginal birth.  This never did happen.

And so on April 8th, I walked myself thru the hospital doors and to the third floor.  Checked in.  They prepped me.  My doctor was early and ready to go (although noted she was in a cute outfit complete with heels that she promised to change out of), but the c-section before me was still in progress.  Also, we were waiting on the anesthesiologist to come and talk with us.  Adam and I were much more relaxed this time around.  I was totally ready.  Once everyone was in place... they had me get up and walk down the hall and to the OR.  My only concern for this times anesthesia was nausea.  I wanted to make sure they gave me everything they could to avoid it.  The last c-section, it was not good.  Knowing exactly what was going to happen this time around made things so much better, and my attitude was "get this show on the road."  I sat on the table, hunched over, shivering in the ice cold OR while doc prepped my back for the spinal and stuck it in.  Within minutes I was numb, they laid me down and put my legs up on the table for me.  It's so weird watching them put your legs up and you don't even feel it.  The foley catheter was placed... so happy to not feel that thing go in.  I had a moment to myself at this point before Adam came in and took that chance to send a short prayer up... after all, what I was about to undergo wasn't easy, and wasn't without risk.  I will always try to remember that although society can sometimes make you feel c-section is the easy way out... it is not.  It's crazy to think that the doctor will cut thru my abdominal wall, all my muscle, and uterine wall, and deliver me a baby in a span of a few short minutes.  Things can go very wrong, very fast.  Prayer sent... nausea came in.  The anesthesiologist then administered the last of what he could for a last ditch effort.  While me being the good nurse I am analyzed my vital signs for him... and whhhhhhoooopppp, there went my blood pressure.  It was 67/42, I was feeling quite dizzy and hot.  I told him to "do something," and reading his eyes, because his mouth was being covered by the mask, I could see he realized he was dealing with someone in the medical field and said, "I am!"  He gave me something and boom my blood pressure was climbing again... the nausea was dissipating... Adam was walking in... Dr. Flynn switched out of her high heels and was asking me... "do you feel this?"   The answer, a big fat no.
It was go time!

Same as the time before, once I was cut open, they had to push on the baby to have him come out.  This time I was prepared for it.  I thought.  But push is an understatement... it felt like they were wacking me so hard... like CPR hard.  I screamed for what seemed like a very long time as they pushed and pushed to get the baby out.  On a side note, he never did "drop."  And so he was nestled up in my rib cage it seemed.  Before the pushing, I heard Dr. Flynn say to her partner she could see the baby.  She told me that she was about to cut the uterus, and that the original scar had stretched so thin she could see the amniotic fluid and baby known as a "window."  She made note of telling me that if I were to ever get pregnant again, baby will be delivered at 37 weeks by c-section and she told me the right decision was made in scheduling a c-section.  My body probably would have not tolerated vaginal birth because of this "window" with very high risk of uterine rupture if I had tried pushing the baby out.  She was very relieved it never came to that.  I am too.  Obviously.  I really went back and forth about the way he would join this world.  So now, 2 months later I feel at ease.

One of the biggest memories I have was when the pushing stopped, and I heard Dr.  Flynn say in a cutesy way..."Hi BABBBBBBYYYY!!!!"  He was already stealing her heart.  I told Adam to get up and look so I could see his reaction.  Reaction: complete joy, pride, and happiness.  The baby was screaming and I heard them say his APGAR score was 9, yah!!!!  They did give me a quick look at him over the curtain and he was wide eyed, and beautiful.  Adam went off to be with the baby and cut the cord, and I just laid there feeling thankful. 

Once he was okay and cleaned, we got to do a little skin to skin contact while they were still stitching me up in the OR.  The nurse laid him on me, I couldn't touch him due to my arms still being restrained down.  All I could do was touch him with my face.  The softness... oh my goodness.  It's a feeling I won't ever forget. 

Before I knew it baby was off with Adam to recovery while they finished up, and moved me to a stretcher.  When I got to recovery, I had intense pain in my shoulders.  Normally after abdominal surgery later in the day patients get pain in shoulders.  This is due to the air they pump into you rising up.  Of course, I get it right off the bat, while still in recovery.  It's a very strange pain that I always thought people were a little crazy complaining to me about when I would take care of them.  Until I had it of course, in my first c-section.  I remember walking the hallways of the hospital trying to get the pain to leave, and silently apologizing to every patient I ever had who complained of it.  Anyway, pain meds were given to me, and as that pain dissipated I got to enjoy my precious new bundle a little more. 

I was in recovery for about 2 hours before they sent me to my hospital room.  Both of us stable.

And so, on April 8, 2019 weighing in at 8 lbs. 5oz. and 20 inches long.  Keegan John came into our world.  Keegan, because we needed a solid name to measure up to Archer, and John, after his Grandpa.

Welcome Keegan!

Twas the night Before Baby Boy #2

 39 weeks and 1 day, c-section tomorrow... it's real folks.  I am a crying, emotional mess. 

My friend Kathy was kind enough to meet up with me and my side kick a few nights ago to take pictures.  At first, she asked if I wanted to do maternity photos only.  The kind where I dress up in a flowy, feminine dress that hugs all the parts of your body women like to show off during pregnancy, maybe wear a flower crown, and do my make up really nice.  However, that is so not me.  I really do not know what people do with those pictures after the fact.  Kathy really didn't care what I wore though, and so I asked her after weeks of going back and forth on it... if she would snap a few of Archie and I instead, while I was dressed in my every day gear, a tshirt and jeans, and she said "of course."  After all he is my every day.  He is my boss man.  He is what has made my world go round for 28 months and 6 days, longer if you count his pregnancy too.  

 It won't be him and I anymore.  I am now giving him his very own side kick.  I am scared and nervous all at the same time.  About everything.  All while knowing it can be done, and will be done.  And it's stupid to worry about something I don't even know how he will react to for sure.  No turning back, right?

I can't wait to see you grow as a big bro.  We will have our challenges, for that I am sure.  I hope the good outweighs the bad, I hope you are more resilient than I give you credit for, and I hope I remain your second favorite person next to dad of course.

Not too long ago, I didn't think I was cut out for motherhood.  And here I am about to welcome a second child into this world.  Crazy!

"I'll love your forever, I'll like you for always.  As long as I am living, my baby you'll be."

Christmas Wishes 2018

Merry Christmas to all!!!!

2018 is quickly coming to a close.  Again, I can not believe it.  Can you!?  

Reviewing the year that will soon be behind us, I can say nothing, but goodness.

Our worlds still revolve around our guy Archer who just turned 2 on December 1st.  Him and I have gotten into much more a of a routine.  Staying at home is harder than I ever expected it to be, but it's something I would never trade or I will ever be sorry about.  I try to fill his schedule as best I could, he loves story time at the library, and we attend a weekly music class, where he gets to dance and bang on instruments.  Our days consisted of getting to every single park we could find, the zoo, swimming pools, lunch dates, events at church, nature centers, nature walks, standing outside looking at the moon at night, splash pads, obscene amounts of time spent at Target, mourning the going out of business of Toys R Us, going to farms, pumpkin patches, baseball games, children's museums... the list goes on, we are up for anything, and guess what, we are ready to do it all over again in 2019!  Who's in?

Most importantly, he's a busy, growing, thriving, healthy boy and we couldn't be happier with how much fun he is, how funny he is, and what he presents us with each day.  Both tantrums and smiles.

Adam continues to work downtown and make the long commute, but is able to spend a couple days each month working from home when possible.  He and Archer make an incredibly cute pair.  Their hobbies together include going to the local donut shop, causing chaos at Cabella's, car shows, and kicking balls around.  Archer has even excelled at making contact with golf ball and club.  

We took two trips as a family this year.  The first was in May when Adam and I broke all our initial rules in not taking our child to Disney World before he turned 40 inches tall.  We did it anyway.  It was definitely a different experience.  We did two Disney days, and the rest we just met up with friends and lounged at the pool.

In September, we went to North Carolina to have our Jaco/Bridges family reunion we have all grown fond of.  Golfing, relaxing at the pool, many spins on Grandpa's golf cart, and one beach trip was made while we were there.  

Perhaps our biggest, most exciting news of the year is that we will be turning our family of 3 into a family of 4.  Baby Boy Jaco is due April 13th. 2019.  We are excited about the changes ahead.  Hoping we will be (ok, I will be) a much calmer mom this time around.  Many plans are in the works of moving Archer into a bigger, more sophisticated room, and getting ready for Baby Bro to move in.  My pregnancy has been chugging along and is going weirdly, exactly the same as how it did with Archer.  

I have taken a side job as a consultant with Usborne Books and More.  This is a children's books company that I have learned about in the last couple years.  It's 100 percent computer work, throwing virtual parties, and something I am able to do when Archer sleeps.  I'm not a millionaire with it, but that is not my intention.  It's fun discovering something totally new.  

We hope that 2018 was a good year for you, and that 2019 is a better one yet.  We have much to look forward too and are hopeful for a splendid new year.

 To those we don't see nearly as often as we like, and those we see often..
Merry Christmas.
We love you.
And we hope you remember that He is the reason for the Season.
-Adam, Erica, and Archer-

P.S.  Lucas would also like to include he's 9 now, and keeps us all in check.

Baby2

We made the official announcement just 1 month ago!  Our Jacoski clan is growing by two more feet.  And I am growing right along with it.  I had no idea how fast you look pregnant the second time around.  I'm 18 weeks now, and moving right into maternity clothes.  Goodbye nausea, and hellooooo reflux.  Things are just chugging along like pregnancy one.

Archie continues to keep me on my toes.  He has no idea his world is about to be turned.  He loves babies, but is not sure what it means that there is one in my belly.  Ho hum.

I'm in clearing the house mode to make more room.  The guest room will be the Baby J2's room, and office will now room with guest room.  I need to make more closet space for everyone.  So, while I am more mobile, I am trying to get these things done.

Ceiling fans have been installed in all rooms now, and Baby J2's room has been painted a grey color.  Thinking about how we will have to either kick Archie out of his crib soon, or let it be and hope he's ready for a toddler bed come April- Julyish... as Baby J2 will still be sleeping in our room probably up until that point.

I feel there is a lot to think about on one hand, and then nothing to think about at all too.  Whatever will be will be.  If motherhood has prepared me for anything it's you can't predict a thing.  What you worry about is easy breezy, and then what you don't is what gives you problems.

Bring it.

SAHM

Recently, I have been asked many times by multiple different people,
so do you like staying at home?

They are referring to the choice Adam and I have made in me stopping working in the real world completely to help raise our son.

I am not even sure what I say to this question.  Sometimes I say no, sometimes I say yes.  But it's a loaded answer.  I think sometimes I can come across as my kid drives me crazy, when really he is a great kid.  Just doing kid things.  That are annoying.  That every kid does.  Like crying for no reason that I can find, refusing food, but accepting cookies for a meal, throwing food, biting, general whining... etc.  (I am a nurse, these are my patients!  I am no stranger.  A patient has done all of these things to me, and more.)

I by no means would call myself a kid person.  There are some people who are more affectionate towards kids, and can be a friend to any kid, a person that children gravitate too.  I am not that person.  Old people are more my style.  When it comes to my own, I have more patience and understanding.  Thank God.  I always knew that if I had children I would want to stay home, rather than hand my paycheck over to a daycare or a babysitter.  I want to teach him things.  Even though, I don't know much.  I want to see him experience the small things first.  Not a caretaker.  And really, I trust no one, but myself to care for my baby.  But it's hard. 

I love my sidekick, and he is awesome.  I worry all the time about if me staying home is really the right thing for HIM.  Do I do enough?  Expose him to enough?  Teach him enough?  Socialize him enough?  Does it even matter at 20 months old???  Everyone says you will NEVER regret staying home 20 years from now.  You have your life to work.  But only so much time with your child, so if you can do it, do it. 

I am a nurse by profession.  I also worry that I am losing all my skill sets.  It's a technical job.  It's an emotional job that I am happy to leave behind right now, as I am full of emotion with motherhood.  And well, healthcare in the United States is messed up.  It's a job that you don't just work from this time to this time... you leave when your patients are ready for you to leave.  This would put me in a real bind when it came to picking up Archer at day care.  I just worry about the reality of eventually returning back to work, and having to start all over.  Will I even be re-hireable?  I lie awake at night wondering if I would even remember how to start an IV.

Here's what I have learned.... staying at home is a lot harder then I ever thought it would be.  I eat standing up sometimes.  I eat terribly, usually finishing the food that Archer doesn't, eating lots of what is lying around in the pantry... crackers, cookies, candy... I have to really focus on not eating those things nor buying them.

The only exercise I get is chasing him around.  It's something.  But not enough.  My body feels terrible most of the time.  And the trouble is when I do have time while he naps or sleeps at night.  I just want to lay there.  Relax.  And eat ice cream.

It's incredibly lonely.  I talked to many people a day prior.  Now I talk to one.  Kind of.  One who is only just now starting to respond and I spend most of the day deciphering what he wants.  Savannah, Al, Hoda, and the rest of the TODAY show have become a saving grace each morning.  I feel like I know them.  I am also lucky to at least view them for 10 minutes before demands for Sesame Street are made.

I am pretty shocked at how I have put myself out there with trying play groups.  It's hard to get together with moms and kids I don't know.  It's really for moms.  Kids will play with whomever.  Moms, not so easy.  I can get along with most anyone for short periods, but I just have not found anyone that I really click with.

In general, it's just hard to find something to do.  I get comments all the time that people can't get over how much I do with him.  I don't feel that way.   It is my nightly homework to find something to do the next day, bonus something to do that is free.  And I will do anyyyyyyything I can find.  Getting out of the house is easier for me than staying home because there is only so much entertaining I can do here.  I notice such a difference when we are out and about, then when we move from room to room inside. 

Like it or love it, it's what I am doing.  It's how life is.  And I am glad I get to spend all this time with him.  A lot of people just don't get that and it's a different experience for sure. 

35

This year I turned 35.  EEK.

I am more of an even numbered person, I guess.  This number just sounds alarming.

BUT...

Adam made it quite memorable by surprising me the day before with tickets to see Hamilton.  I have been wanting to go for years, but tickets are terribly expensive.  It's completely obsessive how good it was.  I am working on memorizing the entire soundtrack right now.  We probably talk about it daily and it was nearly 4 weeks ago.  I would go back and see it 10 more times if I could.

Before the show we had a fancy dinner.  The kind you have to pay separate for your vegetable and potatoes.  Oh dear... it was good.  Adam always makes my birthday extra special!

As always, my favorite thing to do is go around and get my free birthday items that I am signed up for.  People know I do this... and when it's their birthday I usually get a text asking what items they can get.  So I decided to make a list... You are welcome.  Sign up today, because it won't work the day of your birthday.

Top L clockwise...

Sephora... you had your choice this year with either lipstick or facial moisturizer.

Corner Bakery... free sweet... I actually used my coupon just the other day which was expired... but they still honored it.

Moes... my favorite... a free burrito!  Use it, don't lose it... they aren't as nice.

DQ... buy one get one blizzard.  Adam especially enjoys this one.

Portillos... free slice of chocolate cake... DAY OF YOUR BIRTHDAY only... those people are sticklers.

Starbucks... free drink of your choice.  You only have 2 days post birthday.

Panera... free bakery item

Bath and Body Works... free travel size item.

Middle picture is my scarf... you get 5 dollars off at DSW for your birthday.  I couldn't get shoes, but I used it for this scarf and only spent 3 more dollars.

Not pictured is the ULTA gift I picked up today, you need your email coupon, or you don't get a thing anymore.  I of course, had no idea, so I called customer service and they re-emailed it to me... It was a lip gloss of some sort... and my Dunkin' Donuts coffee which you have one month to use and I am currently sipping on now as baby sleeps and I blog!

And I did a survey and not one of the people who gave me my items wished me a happy birthday.  I don't care, I just noticed and it was strange.
Whatev.

What I have Learned

So, I have been a mom for one year and two months, and have kept an ongoing list in my phone of things I have realized and learned and had no idea about...  here are some of those things...

1.  Feeding baby as a newborn is one thing, but then going back to sleep is quite another.  It takes about 5 minutes for baby to suck down a bottle... but then after, he is staring back like, "now what?"  Rocking, singing, swaying, bouncing, over and over follows for 45 minutes before he was even ready to go to sleep again.  This leaves little room for sleep for myself (unless baby sleeping on top of you counts, while you doze, which let me tell you it does not), especially when you have to pump after that.  Quick!!!!  Put him in the swing, pump, wash bottles and pump parts because you haven't figured out you don't have to wash pump parts each and every time, eat a cookie someone baked for you and dropped off, close your eyes... and "ohhhh hi.... baby... you are up again!?"  Like, I knew I would be up a lot in the middle of the night, feeding, and I knew I would be tired.  But, I had no idea how long this process actually was and the level of tiredness I would actually be.

2. Breastfeeding is not as easy as some women make it look.  My idea of breastfeeding pre baby was "oh, you are hungry?"  Let me lift up my shirt wherever we are, you eat, and we go on our merry way.  NOPE.  That is not what it is... at least in my experience and in the many handfuls of women I have met throughout the course of the year in two separate support groups.  These are women who sit and cry that they are bad mothers because they can't feed their little offspring easily.  I was one of them, wondering what the heck I was doing wrong.  I came close to mastitis a couple times, but was well educated about it so never actually needed antibiotics.  Clogged milk ducts, pain, blebs, low grade temps and blisters were my issues.  Lots of hydration, massage, hot packs, manual expression, and Tylenol followed.  Most looked at me like... why do you go on like this?  Even the lactation consultants were baffled.  I just felt like it was my duty.  Hey, I sit home all day.  I should be able to feed my baby, right?  I should also note I am very much a quitter.  I quit almost anything I try that I am not good at BESIDES that one year I chose to play softball because all my friends were doing it, landed on a team without my friends on it... and they totally hated me because I don't have an athletic bone in my body.  Besides, not quitting THAT... I just couldn't quit trying to breastfeed.  And wouldn't you know it month 11 rolled around and it became easier.  Probably because he was eating less.  So the pain and other symptoms all became less.  I sit here now, thinking, is this how it should of gone the whole time?  The answer is YES.  (insert eye roll here.)

2a.  Also, learning how opinionated people are on breastfeeding... and how touchy a subject it is, is shocking and will probably warrant a whole other post on the topic one day.
2b.  Also, learning the whole breastfeeding process, and how things actually happen internally.  It's crazy.  I know more about my boobs then I ever thought possible.

3. What's so hard about sleep anyway?  I know you're tired.  You know you're tired.  Shut your eyes.  Go to sleep.  I can shut my eyes and go to sleep.  Why can't you?  You are not going to miss anything.  I promise.

4. Say it ain't true.  Your fur babies really do take a back seat.  I said it wouldn't happen, but it did.  There are days I forget to feed Lucas til Archer is in bed for the night.  I didn't get to sit and cry for days after Charlie died like I did when Rascal died.  I don't really want another dog until my child is trained.  I hate that I am even saying this.  Also, is your child ever really trained?

5. The advice from everyone who can form an opinion, especially those who raised their kids front facing in the front seat, feeding solids at 3 months, stomach sleepers and their kids didn't die never stops.  And God forbid you say, well, that's not what they suggest you do now a days... they roll their eyes.  It puts a real cramp in my style.  As if I am not going to listen to my medically trained professional about placing my baby in the crib on his back with no blankets because there is evidence they could die of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome if so?  Of course I am going to listen to the doctor, thanks.  And yes, maybe in a year they will change all the rules... but you know, you gotta follow something.  I choose what my doctor says.  The Earth and everything in it evolves.  So does child rearing.  I am only trying to do what's right. Just let it be.  If I hear one more time, "I did this with my kids and they turned out fine...." especially coming from the check out lady at the store...

6. The amount of people who will not help to open a door in public is shocking.  My gosh, like really... here you are struggling to get thru doors with the stroller and people just see you and keep moving about their business.  Not all of course.  But a lot of people. Karma people, karma.

7. All my clothes are ruined.  All of them.  Nothing fits like it used too, nothing fits in general.  And the thought of buying anything new just makes me mad because that will get ruined too.

8. I literally feel like he is an extension of my body.  And that's because he is an extension of my body.  When he hurts, I hurt.  The patience I have for him I have for no one else.  I don't even know where it comes from.  My mom says it's because you have no other choice.  One year, 2 months, and 8 days later... I still look at him and think, that little cutie patootie kid came out of me?  Mind blowing.

9. Sleep when baby sleeps is 97 percent of the time not an option.

10.  My boobs hurt more than my C-section for most of the entire first year.  Fun story.  My milk came in the day of his birth.  Most women, this doesn't happen to for a couple days.  I woke up day 2 with my chest so swollen, you couldn't even see my clavicle bones.  The lactation consultants had Adam going to the grocery store for cabbage, a natural way to help with breast inflammation, pain, and swelling from overproduction of milk, which is what I had... always an overachiever.  My breasts were so engorged, we couldn't even practice breastfeeding and latching in the hospital.  This I think played into the reason I have had so much trouble.  Needless to say, when the nurses came in to ask me my pain rating on the pain scale, I would ask well which pain, breast pain or incisional pain?  They were astounded that the 6 inch incision thru my abdominal wall and uterus wasn't bothering me like it should have, I guess.  And don't get me wrong, it hurt.  But my boobs feeling like bricks hurt more.  It still baffles me.

11. Often people ask, do you miss going out?  Well, yes, as Adam and I are big foodies, and like to try new restaurants, we do often miss this.  But a lot of times I feel like I am giving up more when I can't take my allergy medicine or cold meds than I do from nights out.  I get sick often, always have.  Despite washing my hands 100 times a day.  But... not being able to take my allergy medicine during allergy season the past two years, (for pregnancy and then breastfeeding purposes) well, that was a huge thing for me.

12. Watching the news takes on a whole new meaning of worry.  Being a stay at home mom now, I have watched the news more in 2017 than I have in my whole life put together.  I am a worrier who deals with anxiety, and I just can't even.  Some say, don't watch.  Turn on something happy.  But how can you ignore the saddness, destruction, poverty, senselessness, when you are supposed to raise a kid in this world.

13.  Salad doesn't belong in the pantry.  Just like socks don't go in the freezer.  You need the keys in your purse to start the car.  Lucas isn't Archer, and Archer isn't Lucas.... that mom brain thing is real. I have never felt more stupid in my life.  Period.  If I did work right now, my poor patients would be sending me home to rest.

14. It's amazing how little sleep one needs to take care of self and baby.  The best part though, you can look as ugly as you want... as long as you give him a little bit of food, love, and change his diaper.  He does not care.  In fact, he does not care about anything else.  All the time you spent fancying up the nursery, getting all the little outfits ready, and making things perfect.  He doesn't care.

15.  I secretly love Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and the Hot Dog Song more than my baby.  I don't know what it is.  But I love it, and just can't even wait til the end of the show for the song to play.  I hope this doesn't change.  And really, who are we kidding?  Erica, love Mickey Mouse????

16. Why are remote controls so interesting?  In a room full of toys, give him a remote control and he is quiet, but don't leave him alone too long with it, or he might just order porn.  True story.

17. Why does he make a noise when I want to hear something on TV?  I will wait 52 minutes to hear what Al Roker has to say... and just when he goes to make the announcement.  He starts crying or whining. Whyyyyyyyyyyy????

18.  It's better than it was is my new personal motto.  When I can get half the job done... I say it's better than it was... mostly with cleaning.  I like things clean and clutter free.  And dust free.  When it is my world is better.  I feel like I can do anything.  I can relax.  Some may say... well that's not what's important right now.  But it is.  Trust me.  It is.  And if I can just get a little bit done instead of the whole house... I am learning to say it's better than it was.  If I do a half ass job with anything, cooking, cleaning, getting the both of us 1/2 ready... "it's better than it was."

19. Carrots light on fire in the microwave.  Did you know that?  Kids or no kids????  It happened.  I just cooked up some carrots so they were soft on the stove... refridgerated... and then went to reheat later... and fire happened.  Before children, I wouldn't have dreamed of even reheating a carrot by itself.  BARF.  Was this mom brain?  Did I throw in some aluminum foil too?  Well, thank you google.  I am not 100 percent certified....

"Microwaves function by creating electromagnetic waves that cause the water, fat and sugar molecules inside food to vibrate and thereby, heat. While an electric field is created throughout the inside of the entire microwave, the electricity’s intensity will vary, which is where your food comes in. When any nutrient and mineral-rich food is cut up into smaller pieces and placed inside a microwave, each piece of whatever is being cooked will take on a different amount of electricity and this discrepancy will sometimes cause sparks to form."

20.  Being a stay at home mom is much harder than I ever thought it would be.  It's lonely and isolating.  (Thank GOD for the internet!  And my cell phone!  And all four hours of the TODAY show who have become my extended family EXCEPT Matt Lauer).  I have been working since I was 16.  I am good at being a good worker.  I got to work on time.  Felt terrible the 5 times I didn't get to work on time.  Stayed extra, worked extra shifts, made a ton of friends along the way.  I have always gotten good reviews.  And in the beginning of motherhood I was left to look at my baby and figure out why he was crying despite the obvious.  My only goal was to keep him happy.  And I couldn't do it or at least felt that way at the time.  I was failing at my new job.  Difference is this guy didn't come with a manual or any kind of orientation like all my previous jobs did.  I didn't get a review and I realized I need someone to tell me I am doing a good job that is not my family or friends.  

I started really getting down on myself too thinking, woman can do this and work too?  And I can't even do 1/2 of it.  I tear up typing that now.  I feel down on myself because some days I feel like I am really losing it.  I look forward to the HOT DOG song for goodness sakes.

But then I look at the positive and that is, I get to witness every minute of my son's life.  How special is that?  I consider it a privilege to see some of the things working parents might miss, including my own husband.  The confidence he gets each and every day with walking, sneaking new foods in (whip cream?) and the smile that spreads across his face when he tastes it, the interactions in the stores with people, figuring out and mastering new toys, going to parks, doing simple things because that's all that matters.... right now, he thinks whatever I do is cool... so I am going to take it in and live it up. 

I also am just trying to give myself credit where credit is due.  It's hard.  There are no breaks, and you work hard, and get paid in smiles (if you are lucky).  The days are long, but the years are short.  And before I know it I will be dancing at his wedding.  Let the learning continue.

Christmas Letter

If you are reading this you probably received our Christmas card that directed you here to find out all things happening JACOSKI in 2017.  If you didn't get the Christmas card, and are just checking randomly... more points for you for remembering that I have a little piece of cyberspace to update my life to my 9 followers.  Either way, I am glad you are here.... don't forget to leave a comment to let me know you stopped by... it's my only Christmas wish.

2017, where did you go?  If you were not aware, which you shouldn't even be reading this if you weren't aware... Adam and I had a baby who is now ONE.  If I thought time went quickly sans child... then time speeds by with one.  They say the days are slow, but the years are fast.  Goodness, gracious is this true or what!?  Archer was born December 1st last year... the rest of December 2016 was quite a blur... so we look forward to enjoying a fun, joyous holiday season with the little guy.

Does one ever adjust to parenthood?  I am not sure.  Our party of three certainly has found a bit of a routine.  Mom and Archer hang out all day.  The beginning of the year entailed a lot of napping.  A lot of fussing.   A lot of staring at each other.  A lot of tears.  Followed by getting out there in the spring and summer, testing the waters in play groups, library visits, baby yoga, baby massage, swimming, and lunch dates with anyone who would go.  I continue to go to a breastfeeding support group, as now that I have become an old pro, ha, I can support new moms just starting their journey.  I have started attending MOPS, Mothers of Preschoolers on a monthly basis.  This is nice because I have some adult conversation, while child care is provided for Archer in a local church.  I get to eat some good food, drink a hot cup of coffee, listen to speakers, and usually do a community project each meeting.

Meanwhile, Adam continues to work downtown, but has adjusted his schedule to work from home as much as possible.  His time with Archer is precious at night and on the weekends.  Archer looks forward to doing all things with dad... swim lessons, being thrown 10 feet in the air, rough housing on the floor, and generally counting the days til they can get on the golf course together.

Most everything this year revolved around Archer.  And we are happy one smile from him can bring so many smiles to others.  Friends and family traveled from near and far throughout the year to meet him, so it has been really great catching up with everyone personally and seeing them interact and spoil him rotten.  It's amazing what one little soul can do.  I think because most pegged us for a couple who was not going to have kids.  I think sometimes we pegged ourselves that way.  For a little while, even we believed it wasn't going to happen.  And so, when we were blessed with our Archie man, people were genuinely happy.  Also, if you have any connection, love or respect for my dad, you see that this little person is going to keep his memory alive -in his forehead, his look (he's not gonna be a pipsqueak), and his ability to make us all laugh.

Personally, I was blown away by all the support I received as a new, very anxious, mother this year.  The reassurance that nope, motherhood is not easy, especially my new role as a stay at home mom.  The stuff no one tells you, that you learn.  The feeling absolutely horrible, that I wasn't there for my friends the same way they were there for me, because I just didn't get it yet.  All I can say is I hope to help at least one new mom the way the rest of you helped me, the way you cheered me on, and the way you taught me that love is all that matters when it comes down to it.

In a year filled of excitement with all the firsts with Archer, came the complete opposite with sorrow in May.  Just less than one week from the day Archer was supposed to meet his Grandpa J for the first time, Adam's dad was taken away from us.  In what was supposed to be an outpatient surgery, possible one night stay, turned into 3 life saving surgeries that the surgeons just couldn't get a hold on.  Adam was able to make it to North Carolina to say goodbye to his dad and for that we are grateful.  Another bright spot is that he was with his dad a couple days prior on a guy's bachelor trip held at John's home, in which he got to golf his second to last game with him... because yes of course, John golfed one more round before surgery.

One week later, Adam's best friend Scott, got married.  Scott found his match in Sam, and we were so happy to be apart of their big day in Virginia despite our shock and devastation.  Adam was honored to be Scott's Best Man and participate in all wedding festivities.  John was a big fan of Scott, and of course would not have wanted it any other way.

Meanwhile, back home we were dealing with a deteriorating Charlie, our 14 year old Yorkshire Terrier.  He was just giving up on all fronts and we made the difficult decision to put him to sleep, one that is never taken lightly with any pet owner.  Charlie died in my arms peacefully, well loved, and we just hope that his second part of life, his life with us, was the best it could be.  Filled with lots of sneak drinks, and sneak food, and plenty of fun and mischief.  That dog kept us on our toes.  Our sunshine Charlie is certainly missed, especially by little bro Lucas.

In the middle of all this chaos that was May, we were scheduled to dedicate Archer at church.  Adam was able to make it back from North Carolina and with a heavy heart celebrate Archer's Dedication and Mother's Day, get back to Virginia, me following a couple days later, and the day we returned say good bye to Charlie.  Talk about stressful and heartbreaking.  It was a difficult time of our lives and the loss of John still hits us like a ton of bricks.

Labor Day weekend we were already scheduled to go to North Carolina as it has become somewhat of a Jaco tradition.  Barbara, Adam's stepmom, decided it would be a good weekend to have John's Memorial.  It turned out beautifully, and tastefully, and was a great testament to him.  It was in their backyard, and on the golf course.  Everyone arrived by golf cart and his friends all pitched in and had a beautiful brick bench built in his memory on the 7th hole.  While we were all sad, we were all there, and celebrated his life, just as he would have wanted. 

And then, just like that the holidays got here.  Our little guy turned ONE!  And in just a couple days we will celebrate Christmas.  I have been thinking a lot about Mary, now that I have become a mother myself.  To bring a child into this world at such a young age, by virgin birth, in a messy, ugly manger, not one that is portrayed in our minds with fluffy animals and a warm bed of hay and angels and other people.  For this child to be the son of God, and the one who would die for our sins... well, I don't quite know that stress and craziness.  I'd be scared.  That's all I know.  It's quite amazing.  I find myself thankful at the end of this year.  While Adam and I have had our struggles, going from two incomes to one, losses, and one huge gain in 2017.  I remember that I have roof over my head, food in my stomach, my health and a wonderful support system of family and friends.  Who could ask for anything more?

We hope that your holiday is wonderful and filled with much happiness.  We also hope that 2018 brings much love, prosperity, and health.   

Love, 

Adam, Erica, Archer, and Lucas

i write when i trout fish

It's no joke that I have been a total slacker in writing in my blog for a couple reasons.  One.  I am a mother now, of a boy who is on the run.  A boy who didn't believe in napping for nearly a year leaving me no time.  And a boy that once he sees any kind of electronic, he's on it wanting to push the buttons.  Two.  I write this blog for people to read it.  And they just don't.  There is very few who read it really- - 9 to be exact.  People forget the web address, they forget I even write a blog sometimes, which makes me think, hey, you don't want to read it... that's cool.  But then, I get others who say... you never update.  Or better yet, others who say I love your writing.  Then I ask, did you read my blog and they say yes.  And I say did you leave a comment?  Nope.  So, I get no positive reinforcement.  UNLESS you leave a comment.  When you leave a comment, good or bad, at least I know you know my thoughts.  Even if you are a smart ass... and leave the word "comment."  (I am looking at you Amanda!)  Do that, if you can't think of anything better to say. 

Either way, I know that writing is good for my soul.  It's what I like to do.  So, I know I should continue it.  Before I ditch the blog, I am making a last minute ditch effort by supplying my blog address one more time in our annual Christmas card.  It's sneaky, let me tell you.  And if forgetting is your excuse, did you know you can follow by email?  Located on the right side of the page is a FOLLOW BY EMAIL prompt.  Simply put your email in and you will receive an email if you wish each time I post something. 

So, take it or leave it. 

Happy 20th Birthday!

Today was my church's birthday.  Westridge Community Church turned 20 years old.

The founding Pastor was only 30 when he decided he wanted to start a church.  I have wanted to start a business.  Save animals.  Write books.  Run the show at weddings.  But start a church?  I couldn't imagine doing that now or ever.  Too much politics in it.  Religion?  That's a touchy subject.  

Religion fires up people more than most things.  Beliefs in one's own faith and that one's own faith is the best.. well some die for it, some kill for it.  I can't stand behind that.  I can't stand behind hurting someone else physically or emotionally, and I don't see how that could ever be right by any God.  However, if you practice your beliefs and I practice mine, peacefully, you are A-OK in my book.  This post is not about that though.  It's about my church.  My denominational, Jesus loving, full of real people, with real problems, who have made real mistakes church.  The fact that Darren had some sort of epiphany 20 years ago about opening a place of worship where it's motto is... Never Church as Usual... is something I admire.

I started going shortly after I moved back home from Orlando on the premise that it was walking distance from my house, and there was a coffee shop attached to it.  The first service was really crazy to me, and nothing like the Catholic service I was used too.  I sipped my coffee, and I took it all in.  Someone from the welcome crew saw me, and approached me with over board friendliness.  And then as the lights came on, quickly swept in to have me meet Pastor Darren.  I was so embarrassed and nervous... did I really look that out of place that I just couldn't blend in?  Darren was pretty laid back, and nice... said hello, and just told me if I ever had any questions to ask.  Ummm, ok.  I wasn't expecting the whole interaction to be so quick and easy.  It's all I really remember.  Since then...I never stopped going.  Sure, I miss Sundays there.  But I call Westridge my church home and probably will for sometime.

Since then...
Adam has started going to church.  Never having found a true connection to any faith, I just told him about the service when he asked.  I answered questions best I could.  When he didn't ask... I didn't get mad or hurt.  I let him find his way to going with me.

Since then...
My friends and family have tagged along for a visit.  Some have found it enlightening and as my own mom would say "your church is fun!"  And some, it's just not for them.

Since then...
I have laughed out loud in church.  I have had many cups of coffee.  I have sat last row and front row.  I have worn my favorite sport team t-shirts.  I have sang Silent Night, holding a lit candle on Christmas Eve.  I have cried, tears of joy at some of the teachings, and tears of sadness at others.  I have grieved.  I have asked for prayer from the church community.  I have never questioned giving any money or donations of school supplies, food, and clothing that they have asked for because I know it's all going to a place where it is needed.  I have watched people choose to be baptized and I have watched people open up with their own struggles. 

Since then...
I promised in front of my immediate and church family to raise my son to know Jesus.  One of the hardest parts with that is the feeling that I feel like I know nothing about teaching him that, when in reality I will learn right along side him, as he develops his own personal relationship.

Since then...
I just overall feel very happy after returning home.  I am never disappointed and always in awe of what's to come or what the church does for our community.  Darren really got it right.  Never church as usual.  A safe place.  An authentic place.  A grace filled place.  A place that preaches unfiltered truth of the Bible.

Happy 20th Birthday Westridge!

Archer's Birth Story

4 months ago... my life REALLY changed.  
When I found out I was pregnant... I thought my life changed then.  No more sandwiches because they tell me lunchmeat can have listeria in it... no more night caps of wine and beer, for obvious reasons... had to cut out that smoking habit... just kidding.  I really can't complain, for the most part I had a pretty normal pregnancy... it wasn't till Octoberish where things changed.  And not to be all whoa is me, things could have been worse, but I type this descriptive post for my benefit and recollection of how things went.  

At the end of October I went for a prenatal visit to my doctor where I had complained about itching in my legs.  I told her that it mostly happened after my legs swelled at the end of the day.  We attributed it to that.  She then stated, "well as long as your palms are not itching we are good."  I then told her, my palms were in fact itching a lot.  I had thought it was due to the change in weather, and the fact I work in a hospital and wash my hands more often than the average bear.  She was alarmed by this info and ordered stat blood work to check my liver.  She then told Adam and I about cholestasis.  

Bottom line was if I was to have cholestasis... risk for stillborn birth was their biggest concern.  Gee, that's just what parents want to hear.

A few days later... she called with labs and they all appeared normal.  And I thought ok.. great, time to move on.  

At this time, I was now on weekly visits to the doctor and the next week I went she asked me about the itching and I said that it was still an issue.  Then and there she said... "well... I know you don't want to hear this but we need to act as if you have it and move forward with plans of delivering early EVEN THOUGH your labs are normal."  She added "how can we not when stillborn birth is a factor?"  I looked back at her in total agreement.  She called a high risk physician for a second opinion, as I waited in the treatment room.  And it turns out that not only did he agree with her about delivering early... he wanted to do it even earlier at 36 weeks.  So they moved up my ultrasound to check once and for all if I would be induced for vaginal birth or have a c-section.  Another issue I had been having throughout the pregnancy was a low lying placenta.  It was already put in my mind that if it had not moved I would be having a c-section.  They had been monitoring that since the beginning telling me it usually moves and I should be good to go.  Fetal stress tests were ordered weekly making sure his movements were as strong as they would like them to be. They re-drew my labs, and while they were still in the normal range they were starting to elevate. They also started me on a medication to help with itching and prevent gall stones.  Not to mention, I got two injections 24 hours apart to speed up his lung growth and prepare him for life outside.

In the end, I was scheduled for a c-section.  We were able to choose the date but decided they choose for us.   And so, 12/1/16 would be our baby's birthday, unless he came early.  We had one week to hustle and finish last minute baby things around the house, wrap up work, and just enjoy life without a baby for seven more days.  Family and friends were notified and the prayers came in for a healthy delivery.  

12.1.16-  We were due to be at the hospital at 5:30am for a 7:30 c-section.  We got to the hospital checked in as if we were checking into a hotel... with a promised souvenir of a baby boy to come.  I was given a gown and I was then officially a patient.  The first time I was ever admitted to a hospital.  I made a silent prayer to God in the bathroom, and chose to put all my faith in Him, and in my healthcare team because that's all you can do in times like these.  Working in healthcare I see the best and I see the worst.  And I just had to have trust that my healthcare team would take care of me and my baby.  I opened the door and had to be worry free from that point on.  I laid in a hospital bed for the first time.  I keep saying this because it's humbling when tables turn and you're the patient and no one really cares that you are a nurse too.  Oddly enough, the nurse who admitted me, started my IV, and asked all the questions was a Filipino woman named Allen.  COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.  Like, I kept looking at her ID badge, then looking at Adam, urging him with my eyes to look too because it was hard to catch everyone's name.  Geez.... of all names, and for a women to be named Allen.... my dad gave me a sign he was there too.  That's what that meant.  Once all of the hurry up part was done, then came the waiting part.  One by one, more parts of the team were assembled.  They made me drink something terrible that tasted like sweet tarts that supposedly helped with stomach acid, nausea meds were given, and my antibiotic was spiked and ready to go.  I met my nurse who would be with me throughout the surgery, I met the nurse that would be solely dedicated to Baby J, I met the CRNA who was in charge of my anesthesia.  I always said... I would choose a CRNA over an anesthesiologist any day if it ever came to my health care.  Once presented with this, I found that I was still 100% behind this, however I did ask... is there an anesthesiologist around?  She laughed and said "yes."  Finally, Dr. Flynn arrived.  And it was go time.  They asked me to get up and walk to the OR.  And so I did... At this point, Adam was in paper scrubs, and they held him back while they prepped me.  We kissed, and I was off.  Another slew of people waited for me in the OR... all telling me their names.  I climbed up on the table, and I was cold.  Very cold.  Like so cold my teeth were chattering.  And my body was shaking.  I had to stay hunched over my pregnant belly hugging a pillow best I could while the CRNA inserted the spinal.  I really had to focus to stay still.  Once it was in, the crew helped me to lay down, I tried my best to wiggle my legs, with a no go.  Like I really willed myself to lift up my legs, but it wasn't happening.  I watched them put the foley catheter in and wanted to hate every moment, but I couldn't feel any pain, just a pinch of pressure.  The drape then went up.  And my view of everything and everyone was gone.  I thought there would be a lot of space between me and the drape, but it was only a couple inches from my face.  Just breathing on it made it move.  My arms were spread out and just seeing the eyes over the mask of my CRNA was keeping me calm at that point.  (nurses are so damn important!)  They seemed ready to go.  Adam came in.  The doctor checked a few locations asking if I felt anything... I said no... and that was that.  It was really go time.  I walked into the room at 730am.  At 745am, my baby boy was born.  While I couldn't see a darn thing but Adam's face and the CRNA's face, it was what I could hear that was memorable.  I heard the clanging of tools.  I heard them all talking.  My doctor and another doctor from the practice who was like her wing man were talking about weekend plans.  I was very nauseated.  The entire time.  And the CRNA put an alcohol swab in front of my nose which helped... when she thought it was safe to take it away... I begged for it back again.  Then all of a sudden which no one warned me about they started pushing on my abdomen, hard and fast, and the pain I felt at that point was crazy!!!! I am so glad no one told me that was coming.  As they were pushing they explained that I am so petite that they had nowhere else to push but directly on the baby to shimmy him out thru the hole they made.  It felt inhumane what they were doing, but it makes sense, baby isn't just gonna drop out of there.  Once he was out, there was no initial crying.  But I saw Adam look up and over the drape and just go.... "awwwwwww."  He saw our son.  The entire room of people clapped and cheered, they announced it was 7:45am.  I asked if he was ok.  Adam didn't say anything... and then baby J started crying which was all I needed to hear... They held him over the drape so I could see him.  He looked a tad blue and slimy and I just smiled, and at this moment he opened his mouth and a bucket full of amniotic fluid flowed out of his mouth right onto my face.  HI MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I instantly started laughing.  I could not believe that that happened.  Adam left me and went to baby.  I couldn't tell you what was happening besides what they told me afterward... they were suctioning him and helping him to breathe.  His APGAR score was low, but not shocking since he came early.  They moved him into recovery with his nurse and with Adam while they began the process of stitching me up.  It was completely and utterly the most out of body experience I have ever been through.  Once they were done with me... the team helped me move on to the gurnee and off I went to join my son.  I was still shivering head to toe... so they worked hard to warm me up with a bear hugger and blankets.  Finally, both me and baby were ready to officially meet.  They put his naked little body on my naked chest and that was all the warmth I needed.  It was so nice to be able to have that skin to skin contact with something that just 1 hour ago was safe and sound inside me.  

Adam and I kept telling people that we were waiting to reveal his name because we wanted to take a look at him first... but I think we were pretty set on it.  So on December 1st, 2016 at 7:45am at 6lbs 10oz, and 20 inches long... Archer Allen came into our world.  Archer, because we liked it... Allen, after his Grandpa.

Baby J's Shower

October 9th, we celebrated our little guy at our baby shower given by Rachael and Camille.  It was held at Adam and I's church.  After inviting 97 people total... with kids, infants, and all out of towners... I would say there were about 50-60 who came.  It was a beautiful day to honor our son, (so weird to say this.) 

Everyone was so generous in gift giving, it was quite overwhelming.  The presents were numerous and I did my best to keep up with opening them.  Thank God, for Adam helping and Coraline too.  I know that baby showers aren't the  most entertaining thing, but I was really glad to have everyone there and equally as excited as we are for this little boy to join our family.

Adam and helpers were able to squeeze every last gift into Kona.  I was impressed.

And it just occurred to me that I never did post our announcement on "it" being a boy... so here's that.

Baby J

Come December, Adam and I will have a new leader of our club... our BABY!  It's crazy!!  Crazy to know there is a living, heart beating, breathing little fetus in my body.  It's crazy to watch my body slowly change shapes.  I am woman, hear me roar.  I never looked so... so... female?   It's been crazy to share the news with everyone, some reveals didn't work out the way I had wanted them too, but overall everyone seems to be excited... a lot of people had seemingly given up on the thought or idea of children in our future... so to see some surprised faces was fun.  It's funny to hear things like "I thought you didn't like kids." or "Are you sure you are pregnant?" "I didn't know you were trying." or "It's about time."  As if you can choose when a life will be started within you.  People say the darndest things, and think they should be privy to decisions we have made and hardships we have endured.  And in pregnancy, it still rings true.

The funniest thing that someone has said to me...  "You'll be a wonderful, and a bit wacky, mommy."  I couldn't be more pleased with this statement.  While a lot of my ideas and thoughts are unconventional about all things in life... and you may roll your eyes or shake your head at what I think or what I do or what I get mad about or what I love.  I can't change a thing about it.  And I have never quite cared.  People who accept it have stayed, and I have lost a few to my wackiness.   I am certainly going to try my best to give this baby a great life in a world full of maddness.  And to do what I think is right.  I will accept advice... but I will not feel bad if I choose not to follow it.  I will try to lead by example.  I will understand that everyone does it differently.  I will have a few things on my registry that are mostly for me and not baby.  I look forward to all the unknown ways a baby will change your life and your heart about things, things you didn't even know it would.  But in the end it's super scary to think about a future with baby.  I don't want to mess him or her up too bad. 

"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for." -unknown.

Boston

One of my bucket list wishes for many years has been to go to Boston.  Why?  I have no idea.  I just feel like it's a smart, educational city, with smart people walking around with books in their hands.  I imagine dressing in white shorts, and a navy blue and white striped shirt to go sailing.  I imagined a lot of seafood.  Good, fresh seafood.  I imagined a baseball game, a game I understand and makes sense to me, in one of the oldest stadiums around.

While in Boston, I learned that we were going to have friends there from Orlando!  So we met up with Amie (Adam and I's old boss from Splash Mountain!) and her fam along the Freedom Trail, right in front of Paul Revere here.

Here ya got some clam chowda and a lobsta roll... nevermind the fact Adam dropped this lobsta roll walking it to our table... our 22 dollar lobsta roll mind you... but don't worry... the good people of James Hook and Company replaced it, telling me "the next one is on you!"

The seafood was quite abundant and here is a amazing platter for two.  I did not eat this all myself.  Next time I am visiting to Boston, I am staying in the North end, and never leaving it...Little Italy.

The place to go was Mike's Pastry... however we heard from the locals that Modern Pastry beats Mike's Pastry hands down.  We tried them both and we agree.  

It was a hot one at Fenway... and the Red Sox won!!!  Fenway is no Wrigley, but I still felt super privileged to be there.  

Bean Town was very good to us... next stop.... Seattle???