Three years ago I was anxiously awaiting your arrival. See the doctors told me when you were going to be born so I knew the next day I would have you in my arms. I was very nervous but very excited too.
You were my first babe and I had no idea what to expect which worked out well because you were just a baby and didn't know what to expect either, so we learned together.
After 12 hours of working to get you born, you joined your Dada and I in my arms. Honestly the first few moments after you were born are such a blur, even the day after I didn't remember a whole lot about those first few moments. What I do remember is looking at your fingers and thinking that there were too many of them, turns out they were just really long. Still are.
You were born with a full head of hair that you never lost.
My favorite moments from the last 3 years? Seeing you sleep so soundly on my chest, shared naps in the early days, watching you grow and learn so fast, finding you on top of the cathouse and wondering how on Earth you got there, your first birthday and watching you cover yourself in cupcake, watching you meet your sister for the first time, and the cuddles you give me now before bedtime.
I love that you have become such an expressive little boy and always have something to say. I love that you are so good at loving your sister, you Dada, and I.
Watching your imagination grow and seeing the amount that you learn is one of the most rewarding things a person could experience.
I love you my little boy. Happy 3rd Birthday.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
To go or not to go?
Today Pete tells me he is going to Boston next week...like MONDAY next week. In 3 days.
He tells me I can go too and bring the kids. The hotel is in the middle of the business district and 2 miles from the aquarium. I would LOVE to see the aquarium.
Things that make me think about staying home?
1. Ivy hates the car. We would probably make it about an hour into the trip before she freaked out.
2. During the day it would be just me with both kids (ages 1 and 3) in the city.
3. The weather. If it is rainy and gross I don't want to be trapped in a hotel room with the kids
4. My stomach. Those of you that know me know I have a very touchy stomach and travel makes it worse. The idea of being stuck in Boston with two kids halfway to the park with an icky stomach is less than ideal.
5. Cats. They do sometimes need to be fed.
He tells me I can go too and bring the kids. The hotel is in the middle of the business district and 2 miles from the aquarium. I would LOVE to see the aquarium.
Things that make me think about staying home?
1. Ivy hates the car. We would probably make it about an hour into the trip before she freaked out.
2. During the day it would be just me with both kids (ages 1 and 3) in the city.
3. The weather. If it is rainy and gross I don't want to be trapped in a hotel room with the kids
4. My stomach. Those of you that know me know I have a very touchy stomach and travel makes it worse. The idea of being stuck in Boston with two kids halfway to the park with an icky stomach is less than ideal.
5. Cats. They do sometimes need to be fed.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Just a little rant
So I love the park. I love going to the park with the kids. The kids love the park. What I dislike?
When I spend time getting my almost 3 year old to realize that throwing rocks is *not* okay only to then have another family come in about 10 minutes later and watch their 5/6 year old throw rocks up the slide. *sigh*
Of course the 3 year old doesn't quite "get" that just because the older kid is doing it doesn't mean he is magically allowed to do it too.
Yet more irritating is that this childs mother was watching and new what was going on, and was totally ignoring it, because you know, in a playground with several 3 year olds and a 1 year old (plus her own kids) throwing rocks up a slide is a totally acceptable activity (rolls eyes).
I am sure it is only the first of many things I will see this summer and while I would NEVER claim to be a super spectacular parent I really do wish people wouldn't let their kids teach my kids horrible habits.
When I spend time getting my almost 3 year old to realize that throwing rocks is *not* okay only to then have another family come in about 10 minutes later and watch their 5/6 year old throw rocks up the slide. *sigh*
Of course the 3 year old doesn't quite "get" that just because the older kid is doing it doesn't mean he is magically allowed to do it too.
Yet more irritating is that this childs mother was watching and new what was going on, and was totally ignoring it, because you know, in a playground with several 3 year olds and a 1 year old (plus her own kids) throwing rocks up a slide is a totally acceptable activity (rolls eyes).
I am sure it is only the first of many things I will see this summer and while I would NEVER claim to be a super spectacular parent I really do wish people wouldn't let their kids teach my kids horrible habits.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Twilight
Yes, I am one of *those* people that reads Twilight.
I really need to give the series props because as much as I *didn't* want to read the books because of all the hype, I gave in and read them (well still reading).
I have always loved reading, I was always the bookworm in the corner reading. In one summer while I was a teenager I read an astounding number of books (my mom turned off the TV service for the whole summer!). However in my adult life, I have always loved reading but been busy with school, kids, housework, or all of the above.
This series has really made me LOVE reading again and I find myself sitting down at nap time for the kids and reading rather than watching TV or doing something else (usually something productive needs to be done).
I am on the last book right now, Breaking Dawn. I have heard its curveball after curveball and I am anxious to see how it goes.
I love you Twilight. Thank you for bringing me back completely into the book world.
I really need to give the series props because as much as I *didn't* want to read the books because of all the hype, I gave in and read them (well still reading).
I have always loved reading, I was always the bookworm in the corner reading. In one summer while I was a teenager I read an astounding number of books (my mom turned off the TV service for the whole summer!). However in my adult life, I have always loved reading but been busy with school, kids, housework, or all of the above.
This series has really made me LOVE reading again and I find myself sitting down at nap time for the kids and reading rather than watching TV or doing something else (usually something productive needs to be done).
I am on the last book right now, Breaking Dawn. I have heard its curveball after curveball and I am anxious to see how it goes.
I love you Twilight. Thank you for bringing me back completely into the book world.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sunshine
So I have this little girl...she has her fathers Scottish skin. She burns in about 5 seconds and no matter what sunblock I put on her, no matter how often I put it on her, and no matter the SPF the child still burns.
The big problem with that? I have a 3 year old that loves to run about in the sunshine and he has my skin and doesn't burn at all (though he still gets sunscreen).
Ivy won't stay in the shade so what do I do? Aaron wants to run like a madman around the yard and Ivy wants to look like a lobster...
I love summer, and I love the sun...but geez!
The big problem with that? I have a 3 year old that loves to run about in the sunshine and he has my skin and doesn't burn at all (though he still gets sunscreen).
Ivy won't stay in the shade so what do I do? Aaron wants to run like a madman around the yard and Ivy wants to look like a lobster...
I love summer, and I love the sun...but geez!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A Year Ago Today (to Ivy)
I will admit, I don't remember it all and I can't promise this is 100% correct, but as they say in the movies "I can't promise this is how it happened, but this is how I remember it"
I was sitting on the couch thinking (and trying not to hope) that it was time to have my little girl. I was sitting there trying not to time contractions as I had them for weeks and figured it was best to ignore them.
Around 11 I gave up and to try and sleep thinking I would wake up in the morning, again, with no baby.
Much to my surprise I gave up around 1:30am and came downstairs to try and kill more time and maybe time the contractions a bit more. Time passed and they kept coming so I hopped in the shower to try and mellow them out so I could get some sleep as I was still in serious denial that I was finally in real labor and going to meet my little girl.
After a few in the shower I realized it was time and went to wake up Dada, at that point it was about 3:00am.
I woke him up and said "Its time, you need to get up." He said "Time for what?!" I laughed and said "Time to have a baby!".
I called my midwife and told her what was going on. I have a very distinct memory of listening to her on the phone and the tone of voice she was using very obviously made it seem like she thought I wasn't really in labor, but she told me to come in anyway. Apparently I was too calm.
Dada and I woke up your brother, which was really funny because he just laid in his bed all confused and tired. Dada showered and got dressed and we got everyone in the car and headed off to the hospital. I was still feeling a little unsure that I was in labor as I wasn't in any real pain.
I got to the hospital and the midwife saw me and still was pretty sure I wasn't in labor, I was still too calm! Your brother was climbing all over me and the hospital room before Nana and Deepy Deepy came to get him. The midwife was pretty surprised to find me at about 7cm! We knew for sure you were coming! It was probably about 4:30am then when they took the monitors off and just let me do whatever it was I wanted to do.
Shortly after Nana and Deepy Deepy came to pick up your brother and I was still just relaxing and hanging out during contractions. I could still hear everything that was going on around me and the nurse joked that I looked like someone at 3cm instead of 7+. It made me feel really good, like I was doing a good job.
Shortly after that I got in the birthing tub to have some nice warm water around me and relax a bit more. It was wonderful. I was nervous I wasn't going to like it but it was heaven. They also asked me if I would be okay with a nursing student coming in and watching, apparently I was a rare sight ;). I agreed as long as if I wanted her gone for any reason she wouldn't be offended. I didn't feel like it was a likely thing to happen but I wanted to leave myself an "out" if I wanted.
I remember starting to get really sleepy between contractions. They still didn't hurt but it took a lot of energy to focus and just relax. From here I start to get really foggy. I remember being half asleep between contractions and listening to the midwife and the nurse and the student nurse and your Dada talk while I sat in the tub.
I was getting a little anxious as it was nearing 8am and I was ready to be done (which should have been my first clue it wouldn't be long!) and I asked the midwife to check again. She told me there was just a tiny bit left and if I sat on my left side that it would probably move away in a few contractions.
So I got down in the tub and moved to my left side and with the next contraction my water broke! From there it was very intense. I shouted that my water broke and the nurse run up with the monitor to check and make sure your heartbeat was still good and I *had* to push and with just a few short pushes you were born! My little girl was finally here, sitting on my chest!
You didn't pink up quite as quickly as they wanted so they brought you to the warmer and helped me get out of the tub...a lot easier than I thought it would be! They moved me to the bed to get me cleaned up and then brought you back over to me. You had pinked up great with a little bit of O2 and were happy to see me.
You started nursing almost right away and didn't want to give it up! I have a few pictures of you right after birth and they were all with you nursing! I was so glad to have gotten such a wonderful birth and thankful to you for being so good at being born, because I knew I didn't do it alone, you worked just as hard as I did.
We brought you home that evening. You were born at 8:02am and we were home by 8pm, and it felt like you had just always been there. You fit right in with your brother and Dada and I, even the cats welcomed you warmly.
I will admit, I was rather nervous about having a baby girl, I was only used to boys, but you have been such a wonderful and sweet addition to the family and I am so glad I had a little girl.
The last year has been amazing and has gone too fast, as all years do and your family and I are so glad to have you here to love and cuddle and laugh with. You have brought such a wonderful light into our lives. Your brother, Dada, and I love you so much my darling babe.
I was sitting on the couch thinking (and trying not to hope) that it was time to have my little girl. I was sitting there trying not to time contractions as I had them for weeks and figured it was best to ignore them.
Around 11 I gave up and to try and sleep thinking I would wake up in the morning, again, with no baby.
Much to my surprise I gave up around 1:30am and came downstairs to try and kill more time and maybe time the contractions a bit more. Time passed and they kept coming so I hopped in the shower to try and mellow them out so I could get some sleep as I was still in serious denial that I was finally in real labor and going to meet my little girl.
After a few in the shower I realized it was time and went to wake up Dada, at that point it was about 3:00am.
I woke him up and said "Its time, you need to get up." He said "Time for what?!" I laughed and said "Time to have a baby!".
I called my midwife and told her what was going on. I have a very distinct memory of listening to her on the phone and the tone of voice she was using very obviously made it seem like she thought I wasn't really in labor, but she told me to come in anyway. Apparently I was too calm.
Dada and I woke up your brother, which was really funny because he just laid in his bed all confused and tired. Dada showered and got dressed and we got everyone in the car and headed off to the hospital. I was still feeling a little unsure that I was in labor as I wasn't in any real pain.
I got to the hospital and the midwife saw me and still was pretty sure I wasn't in labor, I was still too calm! Your brother was climbing all over me and the hospital room before Nana and Deepy Deepy came to get him. The midwife was pretty surprised to find me at about 7cm! We knew for sure you were coming! It was probably about 4:30am then when they took the monitors off and just let me do whatever it was I wanted to do.
Shortly after Nana and Deepy Deepy came to pick up your brother and I was still just relaxing and hanging out during contractions. I could still hear everything that was going on around me and the nurse joked that I looked like someone at 3cm instead of 7+. It made me feel really good, like I was doing a good job.
Shortly after that I got in the birthing tub to have some nice warm water around me and relax a bit more. It was wonderful. I was nervous I wasn't going to like it but it was heaven. They also asked me if I would be okay with a nursing student coming in and watching, apparently I was a rare sight ;). I agreed as long as if I wanted her gone for any reason she wouldn't be offended. I didn't feel like it was a likely thing to happen but I wanted to leave myself an "out" if I wanted.
I remember starting to get really sleepy between contractions. They still didn't hurt but it took a lot of energy to focus and just relax. From here I start to get really foggy. I remember being half asleep between contractions and listening to the midwife and the nurse and the student nurse and your Dada talk while I sat in the tub.
I was getting a little anxious as it was nearing 8am and I was ready to be done (which should have been my first clue it wouldn't be long!) and I asked the midwife to check again. She told me there was just a tiny bit left and if I sat on my left side that it would probably move away in a few contractions.
So I got down in the tub and moved to my left side and with the next contraction my water broke! From there it was very intense. I shouted that my water broke and the nurse run up with the monitor to check and make sure your heartbeat was still good and I *had* to push and with just a few short pushes you were born! My little girl was finally here, sitting on my chest!
You didn't pink up quite as quickly as they wanted so they brought you to the warmer and helped me get out of the tub...a lot easier than I thought it would be! They moved me to the bed to get me cleaned up and then brought you back over to me. You had pinked up great with a little bit of O2 and were happy to see me.
You started nursing almost right away and didn't want to give it up! I have a few pictures of you right after birth and they were all with you nursing! I was so glad to have gotten such a wonderful birth and thankful to you for being so good at being born, because I knew I didn't do it alone, you worked just as hard as I did.
We brought you home that evening. You were born at 8:02am and we were home by 8pm, and it felt like you had just always been there. You fit right in with your brother and Dada and I, even the cats welcomed you warmly.
I will admit, I was rather nervous about having a baby girl, I was only used to boys, but you have been such a wonderful and sweet addition to the family and I am so glad I had a little girl.
The last year has been amazing and has gone too fast, as all years do and your family and I are so glad to have you here to love and cuddle and laugh with. You have brought such a wonderful light into our lives. Your brother, Dada, and I love you so much my darling babe.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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