He Had a Hard Day at Work

Growing

Loves to smile.

Loves her play mat.


Loves her brother.

What We've Been UP to Lately

I'd say about seven feet.

Halloween

Finally getting around to posting Halloween pictures. The Boy decided he wanted to be Buzz Lightyear this time around. I thought going on Ebay to find a costume would be a brilliant idea. So did 3,000 other people. I lost a lot of bids before snagging up this baby.

This one was much easier. Ain't she sweet?

Just a Good Day

Did anyone else enjoy the 74 degree weather today? The Girl and I spent the morning with the Boy at his preschool. After nap time we ran a few errands and then came home. I put the Girl down for her late afternoon nap and the Boy and I headed outside.

We have one spot on our driveway that is designed to make a puddle. I filled that over and over with water and let the Boy go to town. I thought about breaking out the camera, but opted to just enjoy the moment rather than trying to capture it. (Boring for you, but so nice for me.) He got soaked and the passers by seemed to enjoy it as well. Since the Girl is still asleep in his room where his clothes are, he is now playing quietly with his marble track in his birthday suit.

Not bad for a Fall day.

He Told Me

One morning this week I was explaining to the Boy what our agenda was. I said,

"I am going to shower and get ready. Then after the Girl wakes up from her nap, she will eat and then we'll go to the PlayPlace."

To which he responded,

"Mom...(theatrical pause)...that's not a very good plan."

The Girl's Blessing

We blessed the Girl last Sunday.

True to form, she screamed through the whole thing. At the time, I thought an exorcism would be more appropriate, but this last week or so she has settled nicely into a daily routine and is a very happy and talkative little girl.

Unholy

It's a pretty low moment when you're dragging one kid up the stairs by his arm for a nap while singing a hymn to the other one screaming in your arms. I'm pretty sure that would not be considered "a song of the righteous" at that point.

Bittersweet

Saturday was the Stake Run for Mercy 5K. We spent a lot of time putting it together this year. For a little while, it looked like we may have gotten in over our heads.

In the end, we had over 200 registrants and many more pledges than we expected. The day was a little hectic and crazy, but in a really good way.


I was really happy to be a part of it again this year, but also a little sad that I won't get to do it next year.

First Day

The Boy had his first day back to preschool last week. I can't believe how big he has gotten. He'll always be my baby, but ain't he just a little man now?

Lil Diva

When she's mad, she's really mad. But give her even a little bit of attention and she'll flash you one of these.

Swim Class

Guess who learned to swim this summer?



I am so thrilled and so proud of him. Thanks Miss Libby!

Bret Michaels

I have a crazy older sister who loves Bret Michaels and a crazy middle sister who is willing to dress up like him at a girl's weekend. She has also done Paula Dean, Britney Spears, and made hand puppets all in the name of entertainment. She is absolutely hilarious!

Anniversary Present

It's not our anniversary yet, but we went ahead and bought tickets as a gift to ourselves. We are going to see this guy in September.



Come with us!!! Get your tickets here.

Has It Been a Month?

Here she is at one month old.

Some facts about the girl:

She can poop with the best of them.

She goes to sleep well at night, but it's a struggle in the day.

She has gained 2 and a half pounds in her one month, now weighing in at 7 pounds, 10 ounces.

Her little head still looks a bit ridiculous in the giant headbands I bought.

I think we'll keep her.

She's a Yankee Doodle Dandy

She's a Yankee Doodle Dandy

A Yankee Doodle, do or die

A real live niece of her Uncle Sam

Due on the Fourth of July (but showed up early)

Now I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart

She's my Yankee Doodle joy...

The Birth...in Short

Here's the story. I went into labor around 12:30 am on Saturday morning. I woke up The Man around 1:00 am to inform him I might be in labor. I spent the next hour in denial until the pain was a bit too much. So we called the Holmes' at 2:00 am to come stay with the Boy.

I spent two plus hours in triage because the woman next to me decided to have her baby then and there. When I got to the hospital I was dialated to about a two and by the time I got my epidural an eternity later, I was already a seven. Holy pain. I was not made for labor. The Girl's heart rate dropped shortly after the epidural. My room went from having three people to about ten people in a matter of seconds. A few shots of this and that along with some fast acting staff and things went back to normal quickly, though. She was born at 6:12 am - delivered by Dr. Duguid, Nurse Tracy, and friend and medical student Stephanie (who had her baby the next day!).

Big brother is happy with his little sister, and so are we.

She's Here

The Girl

June 19, 2010
5 lbs. 3 oz.

19 inches

It's Okay Mom...

While driving to a friend's house today, I had a little Braxton-Hicks moment, which has occurred through this entire pregnancy with regularity. So I put a hand on my stomach and bobbled the steering wheel. I then said outloud something like, "Whoa Anna, nice driving." To which the Boy replied, "It's okay, you're having a contraction."

A few minutes later the lady driving in front of me was having a difficult time staying in her lane. I like to talk outloud to people who have driving issues. So I said something like, "Pick a lane, woman". The Boy gave her the benefit of the doubt informing me that, "She's having a contraction" as well.

Thanks, buddy.

The Obilgatory Pregnant Picture

I have just one of these with the Boy. So I took just one of these with the Girl. Here we are at 8 months.

Car seat: Check
Bottles: Check
Food in the freezer: Check
Diapers: Check

Just need a baby.

Free Time

It's 7:30 pm. My house is (pretty much) clean. I am ready for church tomorrow, and my husband and child are both asleep. How often does this happen?

Mastering the Art of Blaming It On the Dog

I was sitting on the couch with the Boy sharing a milkshake today when I smelled...ya know. So this very brief exchange followed:

Me: Boy, did you just toot?
Boy: No, it was Roxy.
Me: (laughing) I don't think so.

He hasn't quite figured out that you can't blame it on the dog if she is outside.

One of THOSE Days

Ever had one of those days where you seem to have the same problem over and over?

Today I was putting grocery sacks in the car when the handle on one of the bags snapped and everything went spilling out.

When I got that all cleaned up and everything loaded, I reached for my purse and managed to dump the entire contents of it out onto the parking lot.

As I was putting the Boy's bowl of Man 'n' Cheese on the table at dinner, somehow it flipped completely upside down. Luckily I had reached the table and avoided the carpet.

April, I'm sorry I picked up your young child today. Looking back, that was a mistake - I'm glad nothing happened to her.

Getting Ready

I pulled out all of the Boy's old onesies, but some of them were a little stained; April suggested laying them out in the sun. I liked how it looked all strung across my front yard's fence, so I took a picture.

One more month.

Soccer Class

Dear Boy,

If you would quit getting up at 6:00 a.m. you wouldn't be exhausted at the end of soccer class, pitch a holy fit when it was time to go, and then fall asleep in the car on the way home. Consequently, I wouldn't have done any of those things either. Alright I didn't fall asleep in the car on the way home, but I felt like it.

Having said that, here are some pictures of your first soccer class. Please let your mom get some sleep now, okay?

Puddle

See that? A seemingly harmless bit of water on the small outside step leading to our back porch. It's no coincidence that it is directly below the doggie door.

The Boy and I were on our way out the door yesterday when I asked if he needed to use the bathroom first. To which he responded,

"I already did."

I didn't hear the toilet flush so I asked, "Where?"

"Outside."

There you have it. Now let's be honest, if you were three years old and you had the ability to pee through a doggie door, wouldn't you try it once?

This Was an Interesting Day

Almost two weeks ago, I took this picture.

Mhm. That's snow on the mat, and no, it was most certainly not welcome. That day started out rainy, turned to snow, got sunny, and then rainy/snowy again. One thing I've learned not to say after living here 8 years, "That was probably the last time it will snow." Incidentally, there is rain/snow in the forecast this week.

Nesting Much?

Last week I had a hard time going back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night. I had baby stuff on my mind. I decided that instead of letting another night go by like that, I would just do something about it.

First I decided my kitchen and bathroom floors needed major help. I wanted to get one of those hand held, pressurized steam cleaners to help out but that didn't work out. So I took a tea kettle of boiling water and a toothbrush and went to work. For my friends who think I'm so clean, brace yourselves. Here was one of the little crannies in my kitchen before:

Really, really gross. I know. Please still be my friend. It looks worse close up like that. Really. And it's better now, see?

I set up as much of the little attic room as possible to get ready for those seemingly endless late night nursings and changings. (Send burp cloths to the "My First Baby Spit Up So Friggin' Much Foundation".) I'm so happy with this room right now. I don't have to walk across the hall to nurse at night, and the Boy and The Man won't have their sleep disturbed either.

We have also made the Boy give up the last of his bumpers, which was like his security blanket, by bribing him with new Dr. Seuss alphabet sheets. He loved them at first, but the novelty is starting to wear off and he is asking for his "night-night" back. Hopefully that will go away before the little one arrives.


It's exhausting to think of everything I have left to do and that I will likely have to do it all over again at least one more time down the road with #3.

Evil or Entertaining?

Remember the opening scene from the movie Tommy Boy where he runs smack into a glass door? It cracks me up every time I see it. Having said that:

I took the Boy to the children's museum recently and we were walking out of the food court, which happens to have clear glass doors. I was walking just behind the Boy and I noticed that he was only sort of paying attention to where he was going. I knew what was coming. And yes, I allowed him to walk right into that door. I couldn't help myself. (He wasn't hurt.)

So on a scale of 1-5, one being Mother Theresa and five being spawn of Satan, how evil was that?

This is Kind of Wrong

I bought this Elmo shirt in Chinatown last year for four dollars. Is it me or does Elmo look a little strung out now?