{"id":4211,"date":"2010-10-14T07:51:07","date_gmt":"2010-10-14T12:51:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=4211"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:13:08","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:13:08","slug":"wow-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/10\/14\/wow-2\/","title":{"rendered":"WoW"},"content":{"rendered":"

So this morning I sat down with a cup of coffee, after getting everyone out the door to school. Eva is still asleep.
\nMy eyes are tired. It was a somewhat long night. Andy is out of town, Eva has a cold and didn’t want to sleep.
\nI don’t know what people did without cell phones. At almost one when I was up with her again I called Andy in Boston. I just needed to hear his voice, while I rocked the crying baby. <\/p>\n

And we still talked even when I put her down and crawled into Blake’s bed (because he and Cole were in mine).
\nWe never get time to talk anymore.<\/p>\n

And lately I feel like we are realizing that while we put some changes in motion that have been in the works for a while, changes that have us a little uncertain- we know that we are making the best choices for our family.<\/p>\n

So as I plop down on the couch, waiting for the little stinker to get up so we can start our day, I open my computer and this picture pops up in iPhoto<\/p>\n

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Has it really been almost a year and half since that first night we brought home this tiny little preemie and tried to feed her a (tiny) huge bottle that she would barely take an ounce of.<\/p>\n

Eat and grow. Eat and grow. My mantra I kept whispering to her.
\nIt was a rough night. A long night. I was scared we took on too much, we were done with babies. But Andy was a rock. <\/p>\n

So this morning my tired eyes got a little teary. <\/p>\n

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Because eat and grow she did. And we can’t imagine life without her. Because our family means everything.<\/p>\n

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\nBecause the effort we have spent thinking about careers and bosses that are devoid of any integrity is just time wasted when we could be hanging with these cool people.<\/p>\n

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Because they grow oh so fast. <\/p>\n

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And they are all that matters.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So this morning I sat down with a cup of coffee, after getting everyone out the door to school. Eva is still asleep. My eyes are tired. It was a somewhat long night. Andy is out of town, Eva has a cold and didn’t want to sleep. I don’t know what people did without cell phones. At almost one when I was up with her again I called Andy in Boston. I just needed to hear his voice, while I rocked the crying baby. And we still talked even when I put her down and crawled into Blake’s bed (because he and Cole were in mine). We never get time to talk anymore. And lately I feel like we are realizing that while we put some changes in motion that have been in the works for a while, changes that have us a little uncertain- we know that we are making the best choices for our family. So as I plop down on the couch, waiting for the little stinker to get up so we can start our day, I open my computer and this picture pops up in iPhoto Has it really been almost a year and half since that first night we brought home this tiny little preemie and tried to feed her a (tiny) huge bottle that she would barely take an ounce of. Eat and grow. Eat and grow. My mantra I kept whispering to her. It was a rough night. A long night. I was scared we took on too much, we were done with babies. But Andy was a rock. So this morning my tired eyes got a little teary. Because eat and grow she did. And we can’t imagine life without her. Because our family means everything. Because the effort we have spent thinking about careers and bosses that are devoid of any integrity is just time wasted when we could be hanging with these cool people. Because they grow oh so fast. And they are all that matters.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4211","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4211"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4211\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21146,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4211\/revisions\/21146"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}