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.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, November 15, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A Day in the Life of My Two Year Old
Well, I'm 38weeks plus 4 days today. I was feeling good, like superwoman, till Friday. I agreed to babysit for MOPS last Friday(which I will never do again), and that went well, but got scolded by Scott for doing such a thing. I believe it was delivered via text message that said something like: "WTH? You're having a baby in 7 days, why are you babysitting? Why did they ask?" Well, they were desperate, and we've all been desperate before, so I agreed to help.
I came home and made lunch for the boys and then suddenly I felt a big shift in the belly and then the pain began. Every movement Ham made cause excruciating pain and then I started with those crazy contractions again. I was almost convinced that labor was starting. I even packed my hospital bag... but no gots. I'm still here, and still in frigging pain when Ham is moving. Before Friday, I was NOT ready and anxious for Ham to arrive. Today, I'm ready. Let's go remove this beast from my abdomen, thankyouverymuch! I also feel like he weighs double what he did last week, I'm swelling much more (what does it mean when your moles swell? really?--I"m a freak show--thankfully its close to Halloween and I sorta fit in).
And now, I decided to do one last post of my life, just before we become a family of 5.
I was up at 3:30am to pee, and could not return to sleep cause its so stinking hot. Yes, its like 73degrees in the house, and that is not a good sleeping temp. I finally succumbed to the fact that I wasn't going to fall asleep and migrated downstairs and watched a few shows only to fall asleep at 7am, to awaken at 7:30am to children fighting. God bless them. Its great to roll out of bed and pummel your brother. I never really know who starts these fights...
Scott has been a saint and has taken Q to school for the last week, but today he had an appointment and could not take him, so I broke the cardinal rule of Kate, and left the house unshowered to take him to school. Yikes. Seriously, I never do that. Even if its just to drop a kid off at school. I decided to leave B in the car, cause I had to wrestle him into the carseat to begin with and didn't want to do that again, B was not pleased that I left him there to run Q in to school.
Screaming began and continued while I drove home, drug him inside, took a shower, dressed and applied make up. Then he decided he was "done being sad, I'm happy now." He was happy for all about 15minutes till I decided to make a run to Babies R Us. Another fight to get in the car seat. Lovely.
Happy again. Till he trips up the curb at BRU and skins his knee. Screaming and then pouting, then flops himself on the floor at BRU and refuses to cooperate. I scoop him up, put him in the cart and wrestle him into the buckle...more screaming. I love 2 year olds. B then starts directing me where to go in the store. More screaming when I don't comply. Happy again when I allow him to hold a Thomas train. Screaming again when I push the cart away from the trains. Happy. Screaming. Love it. Really. (Scott lectures me that I'm going to miss this stage in life. Not days like today, really I promise, I won't miss it).
B does ok for a while then I check out and there's one of those stupid ride on toys that he really wants to ride. "No, not today." I say, rather calmly and sweetly. Screaming. Wrestling into carseat again. Screaming "Mama! Go back!! Go back right now!!!!" If this kid knew swear words, he'd use them.
Screaming and crying, oh and he's discovered how to take off his shoes and throw them at the driver when pissed. Nice. Did I mention how much I love 2 year olds?
Then something turns off the screaming and he starts asking me to build him a train track when we go home. Sure. Why not. When I do, he states "this isn't right!"
Ungrateful.
Q gets home all is fine and good. I even got B to nap without a huge battle. We'll see how the rest of the day goes. All I know is, I will miss this. That's what everyone says!
Hey, did I mention that B peed in the air conditioning vent on Sunday? Talented 2 year old--we think he did it on purpose! Scott was so pissed.
I came home and made lunch for the boys and then suddenly I felt a big shift in the belly and then the pain began. Every movement Ham made cause excruciating pain and then I started with those crazy contractions again. I was almost convinced that labor was starting. I even packed my hospital bag... but no gots. I'm still here, and still in frigging pain when Ham is moving. Before Friday, I was NOT ready and anxious for Ham to arrive. Today, I'm ready. Let's go remove this beast from my abdomen, thankyouverymuch! I also feel like he weighs double what he did last week, I'm swelling much more (what does it mean when your moles swell? really?--I"m a freak show--thankfully its close to Halloween and I sorta fit in).
And now, I decided to do one last post of my life, just before we become a family of 5.
I was up at 3:30am to pee, and could not return to sleep cause its so stinking hot. Yes, its like 73degrees in the house, and that is not a good sleeping temp. I finally succumbed to the fact that I wasn't going to fall asleep and migrated downstairs and watched a few shows only to fall asleep at 7am, to awaken at 7:30am to children fighting. God bless them. Its great to roll out of bed and pummel your brother. I never really know who starts these fights...
Scott has been a saint and has taken Q to school for the last week, but today he had an appointment and could not take him, so I broke the cardinal rule of Kate, and left the house unshowered to take him to school. Yikes. Seriously, I never do that. Even if its just to drop a kid off at school. I decided to leave B in the car, cause I had to wrestle him into the carseat to begin with and didn't want to do that again, B was not pleased that I left him there to run Q in to school.
Screaming began and continued while I drove home, drug him inside, took a shower, dressed and applied make up. Then he decided he was "done being sad, I'm happy now." He was happy for all about 15minutes till I decided to make a run to Babies R Us. Another fight to get in the car seat. Lovely.
Happy again. Till he trips up the curb at BRU and skins his knee. Screaming and then pouting, then flops himself on the floor at BRU and refuses to cooperate. I scoop him up, put him in the cart and wrestle him into the buckle...more screaming. I love 2 year olds. B then starts directing me where to go in the store. More screaming when I don't comply. Happy again when I allow him to hold a Thomas train. Screaming again when I push the cart away from the trains. Happy. Screaming. Love it. Really. (Scott lectures me that I'm going to miss this stage in life. Not days like today, really I promise, I won't miss it).
B does ok for a while then I check out and there's one of those stupid ride on toys that he really wants to ride. "No, not today." I say, rather calmly and sweetly. Screaming. Wrestling into carseat again. Screaming "Mama! Go back!! Go back right now!!!!" If this kid knew swear words, he'd use them.
Screaming and crying, oh and he's discovered how to take off his shoes and throw them at the driver when pissed. Nice. Did I mention how much I love 2 year olds?
Then something turns off the screaming and he starts asking me to build him a train track when we go home. Sure. Why not. When I do, he states "this isn't right!"
Ungrateful.
Q gets home all is fine and good. I even got B to nap without a huge battle. We'll see how the rest of the day goes. All I know is, I will miss this. That's what everyone says!
Hey, did I mention that B peed in the air conditioning vent on Sunday? Talented 2 year old--we think he did it on purpose! Scott was so pissed.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Pictures
Some pictures from the last couple of months.
One special picture for Karen especially...don't say I don't love you. The one and ONLY picture of me pregnant. (This was last week, and I swear, I'm twice this size).
Q's first soccer game, first day of school, fun face painting and his birthday.
One special picture for Karen especially...don't say I don't love you. The one and ONLY picture of me pregnant. (This was last week, and I swear, I'm twice this size).
Q's first soccer game, first day of school, fun face painting and his birthday.
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