Nervous

Is it normal to get nervous when you hear your two older children giggling in the other room?
Or have I been conditioned to know they're up to something?
Must go investigate said giggling now...

Gibreckle

-J had his first well check yesterday. He's now 11lbs 4oz. and 23" long. Tall boy, 96% in that area. And his head is NOT off the charts like I thought it'd be.

-B was super cute at Dr's office yesterday while J was being examined, the doctor was looking at J and talking to him, "are you going to talk?" B pipes in, "No, he doesn't talk, he just makes noises." He goes on and on w/ the doctor who is this older guy with no personality. I was shocked that he was making Dr. Personality laugh with his antics. Then he turned to me and asked how old B was. When I told him 2, he was blown away. Apparently, speaking in 6 word sentences is advanced for B. Who knew? Well, I sorta knew, he sounds like a attitudy 4 year old at times. And when the exam was over, B left the office while I was packing up J.
The doctor saw him leave and said, "I guess he's really independent, or doesn't care that he just left you..." I said "why, did he just leave?"
Yep, he was out the exam room, down a long hallway, and out at the front door, trying to push it open. (and Dr. Personality was kind enough to rescue him for me.) This is not the first time this has happened. He was almost outside at the bowling alley last week when I realized he was gone.

-I pulled out the Christmas decorations and B is now calling Christmas balls, cannon balls. And the candles have become bombs. Suddenly he and Q are really in to bombs and cannons and pumpkin chunkin. I had some left over pumpkins that I put in the trash that they rescued. Q then asked if they could play "pumpkin chunkin'". Hmm, I guess. They then spent the next hour tossing the pumpkin down the stairs to see if they could make it "explode". I was sitting trying to figure out why they're so into all of this explosion stuff now, and I finally remembered. Scott likes to watch Mythbusters with them, and they are often blowing things up on that show. And for Thanksgiving, Mythbusters hosted a pumpkin chucking contest. I think I might have to put a kibosh on the Mythbusters thing. Or maybe the whole discovery channel (they like to play Dirty jobs too). Q has only had two bad dreams that I am aware of (or have been awoken out of sleep to deal with). One was two nights ago, and that one was about bombs.

-My mom is done with chemo. Praying she doesn't need anymore treatment ever! We're awaiting test results to see if she is a genetic carrier for cancer.

-My last meal delivery is tonight. I now have to cook. Waaah. I never can time it right so that J doesn't need to eat in them middle of me prepping dinner. Or he just decides to be fussy all through the late afternoon. Getting meals is such a blessing. I'm so thankful for my friends who have given us meals over the last month.

-I have no Christmas shopping done, not started anything or even thought of any gifts for anyone but the kids. This is not unusual for me. I'm not a planner or organized at any point in my life have I ever had anything done at this point.

-This may be TMI, but I laughed so hard at this, I thought I'd share. At my Dr's appt this am, my doctor asked me if I needed a scrip for bc. I said no, I don't like to do hormonal bc when breastfeeding. So he says, "so you're going to use the exhaustion method then?" Huh? "With 3 kids you're too exhausted for that?" or "The avoidance method?" or "The two separate beds method." Seriously, who'd have thought my doc was such a comedian.

That is all for today.

One Month

My newest baby is one month old. He's still so tiny, yet so big. He is fast out growing 0-3month baby clothes. I can't snap my favorite outfit on him anymore. He's busting out. I don't know how much he weighs, but I'm guessing at least 11.5 lbs. He's gotten very round in the face and belly. His hair is falling out and he's got acne so bad. I hope the other babies in the nursery don't make fun of him. Ha!

I'm still so in love with newborn baby stage. I have a rule where he must nap on me once a day. He will nap in the car seat or swing or crib, but I HAVE to experience that newborn snuggliness once a day. He is quite fussy when he's awake, and must be moving to be happy. He has one period in the day , when he first wakes up in the morning, that he will sit and chill somewhere. But other than that, he's got to be moving, moving, moving.

The past two nights he's giving me a 6 to 7 hour stretch of sleep at night. A blessing, I know.

Q is still majorly loving him. He asked me tonight if he could listen to "J sounds" all night long (instead of his favorite cd on repeat). J does make the cutest baby snoring sounds and purrs. Q has to say goodnight to him every night. Its sweet.
B likes him, but only shows interest in him once or twice a day. Most of the time B asks/tells me to put J in "his bouncy chair". B got quite pissed at Scott yesterday when Scott wouldn't put J down to help him blow his nose. B actually gets quite mad when he has a runny nose, and hates to have it dripping. I have to say its sorta funny and unusual that he doesn't just wipe his nose on his sleeve like most kids I know. I'm not complaining, but he could go about it better, like saying, "can I have a tissue please?" Instead he screams, "I NEED A TISSUE NOW!!!!"

I have gone out with all three kids on my own lots lately. It has brought me to one conclusion. I MUST have a mini-van. There, I said it. It is an ass pain to put three kids in our Pilot. It must look hilarious to see us arrive and depart. I keep forgetting to close the tail gate after Q gets out or in, and only realize it AFTER I'm sitting down to pull out of the driveway or something. Argh. Its annoying. Anywhoo. I think someone has been praying for me lately, cause the kids have been on their best cooperative behavior when we go out just me and them. Really, its weird how good they've been.

I must say too, that one month seems like an eternity ago, yet has gone too fast. The memories of pregnancy and all its glory has faded so much I find myself thinking, am I really done? Really? It wasn't all that bad. Was it? Fortunately, Scott's memory is much clearer than mine, and reminds me frequently what reality is when I'm pregnant (read:Scott has to work double while I loaf around and eat bon bons!). So, no more babies. Aww, but our babies are soo cute. (Dude, what is it about a baby that alters my memory?)

Happy One Month J.

The Four Food Groups

1. Candy
2. Candy Canes
3. Candy Corns
4. Syrup

(name that movie).
We try to stick to the four food groups in our house. It is apparent because,
A)I buy our 100% Pure Maple Syrup in bulk at BJ's. (I think its a quart bottle.)
B)That quart of syrup lasts us no longer than a month. Maybe 3 weeks if we're lucky. I am NOT exaggerating. We have back up blueberry syrup on stand by for when the maple variety runs out.
C)My older boys (and inadvertantly my youngest), have partaken in at least 2 peices of the first food group daily for the last couple of weeks.

Broccoli Wars and Other News

My big boys had a fight over broccoli today. Yes, broccoli. Who knew it was worth fist fighting about. But it is.
It went like this.
B: Q, can I have some of your broccoli?
Q: No.
B: But I want some brwaccoli!! (tries to snatch it off his plate).
Q: I SAID NO!!!!!!!!!*smack*
More screaming from both parties.
I was sitting in the same room, nursing J, who didn't seem to mind the screaming or even notice it.
Me: Boys. Guys! Q! B! Hello? Look at me!!!!!!!!!! B, I can make you some of your own broccoli!!
B: NO! I want Q's brwaccoli!
He kept trying to steal it, Q kicked and smacked at him to stop, and then cried like a baby. Oh lordy. Over broccoli. I think its funny, simply cause well, its broccoli.

In other news. J's umbilical stump fell off yesterday, Q wants to keep it in his treasure box. Eww.
B has taken to taking of his pants and pullup/diaper during nap time and now bedtime in a form of protest. Last night I found him naked waist down and that he'd peed the bed. Would have been fine IF i hadn't taken OFF the waterproof mattress pad to wash it earlier during the day because he had done the same thing during nap time. Anybody know how to get pee out of a mattress? A brand new mattress at that?

I went to the bank with B and J today by myself, and survived. I have been dreading leaving the house with B and the baby, cause B is a wild card. You never know what you're going to get with him. But it went well. I think because there were lollipops involved (in fact he calls the bank the "lollipop store".

That is all.

One Week

I have determined that the sole benefit of having a c-section, is having an awesome husband who waits on you hand and foot, while you snuggle a newborn. I have savored this one week of baby-gazing. J is awesome. I have spend hours holed up in my bedroom, nursing then snoozing with him on my chest. Its bliss. It WAS bliss.
Also, I have determined that my beloved c-sections, are not so beloved or fun as the last two were. I previously enjoyed a c-section, honestly, who on earth would want to push out a 10lb baby with the head the size of a small cantaloupe (have you seen Q's head??), out their vajay jay? Not me. However, I have had such a longer recovery time with this one and it totally, totally sucks that I cannot pick up B. Not to mention that this surgery was intense. I was a wreck going into it, so I'm pretty sure that didn't help matters.

In addition to snuggling the new J, we also spent way too much time carting him back and forth to the hospital for 5 bilirubin checks and a trip to the pediatrician. His jaundice is finally on its way down after 8 days, but now he has a cold, which I'm pretty sure I'm going to worry about constantly for a week about.

But anyway. My week of bliss is over. Scott took off to church this morning leaving me to man my station alone for the first time. It would be fine, if I wasn't having some MORE complications from this 3rd c-section. I'm SUPPOSED to be "taking it easy" still. Once I got the all clear to resume semi-normal activity on Thursday, I think I over did it. I got orders last night from the doctor to chill out. I'm trying to.

It was an interesting first week home as well. With Scott at the helm of our household, it was interesting to see our roles reverse. To his defense, he has spent the majority of the weekend before with the kids by themselves and was already burnt out. But the first couple of days home, I watched him lose his cool. (shh don't tell.) It was as though he had become me, and I him. He would lose it, and I would sorta take over and be the rational one. It made me feel a little better to know that I'm not the only one to get frustrated by the kids behavior. However, Scott was somehow able to reset himself and regain composure (something that I am not good at). Scott did make me look bad. He never sat down (truly) and prepared meals like a restaurant chef. If I could just tell you what he made...I ate good. Real good. He also said he gained some insight into my life, like why I overlook somethings, that in itself is a huge gift.

One week in, Q is still enamored by J. B is aware of him and shows interest, but not as much as Q. B seems to have grown into a big boy overnight. I'm sure its because I'm staring and a teensy baby all day and compared to him, he's huge.

Scott goes back to work tomorrow. I am soo thankful for him. I'm also really thankful that his job is not as demanding and he can work a true 8 hour work day. I remember crying when he went back to work after both B and Q were born, knowing he'd be gone for 12 hours.

My one week is over. My new life with 3 boys has just begun. *gulp*
Pray for me.

Newest Addition

For Aunt Karen and the crew especially...

Fresh out of the oven, meeting Mama for the first time.


Meet Jonathan Davis 8lb 13oz. We call him the runt.


The big brothers love him. Especially Q. He's awesome. I'm smitten. God is so good.