Thursday, January 31, 2008

Kudos


Duncan Trying His Best to Rip Open the Package

Yesterday I was surprised to find a package waiting for me from my good friend, Beth. According to Justin, Beth had mentioned sending a little "sumpin' sumpin'" in a comment on a post. "Did she say what it was?" I asked. "Nope." I opened the outer box (filled with those awful styrofoam peanuts...agh!) to find an inner box wrapped in Nickelodeon characters paper. Naturally, Duncan thought it was for him.


Mommy Stepping in to Help

I told him, "The package clearly has Mommy's name on it!" He gave me his best pre-teen "Whatever" look, and ripped away. I helped him along, and made sure his dirty little boy hands were several feet away before I actually reached into the box. Because I had an idea that my talented knitting buddy had been working on something special.



Hedgie Checking Out the Blankie

And I was right. Beth made this beautiful yellow blankie for little nipper 3! The little Hedgie was also one of her creations made especially for Duncan.

Thanks, Beth! It's gorgeous.

Labor Day, Four Years Later


I'm a Mommy!

About this time (or maybe a little earlier, I forget) four years ago, I began feeling the first contractions that let us know that our first little nipper was on his way. There were lots of smiles and jokes. When I had a contraction, I would do that cat stretch thing, because it was all in my back. We called the grandparents-to-be with the exciting news. A few hours later there were a lot fewer smiles and lot more grimaces. The contractions were more intense, just not the "every five minutes" that would precede the telephone call to the doctor. We went to Target to kill time and buy some curtains. I lay on the bed while Justin drilled holes in the wall for the new curtain rods. I just kept thinking, "So loud. Want to sleep." Finally around 4pm I told Justin that I was ready to go to the hospital. We got there, and I got all hooked up to the fetal monitor. When the nurse asked if I wanted an epidural, there was no hesitation. I don't think I said, "Hell, yes!" But the sentiment was there! I was 3 cm dilated, so we weren't sent away...woohoo! We called the grandparents-to-be, and they arrived in an hour or so all excited. I walked around and sat in the rocking chair for as long as I could stand it, and finally got the epidural. They checked the dilation at that point, and it was 6cm. I thought, "Well, the rest should go pretty quickly. Maybe we'll have a January baby, afterall." When I suggested that to the doctor around 10pm, he said, "Probably not. Baby's like to come around 2 or 3 in the morning." Oh, and this was not my regular doctor, but the on call guy. I guess my doc had the weekend off for the Super Bowl. Strangely enough, the on call guy looks almost exactly like my doctor. And sure enough, around 2-2:30, I was fully dilated and "ready to push." The doctor asked what the estimated weight was. I said 7 or 7 and a half pounds. He thought that that size baby would be fine for delivery, considering my size. This was already a late night for all of us. We were all kind of hoping for a one hour push-a-thon, and have a baby. About three hours of pushing, getting help from the vacuum extractor, and lots of "I can't do this" feelings, Evan finally arrived. When his head emerged at 5:27am, the doctor said, "That's not the head of a 7lb baby!" They weighed him in at 8lbs 13 oz. We were very surprised. I kept hearing how huge he was compared to the other babies in the nursery. I didn't really see the others so much. I thought he looked tiny.

He already had those signature cheeks.


Sweet Little Evan

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Rough Week

I went to the doctor today for the check on little nipper 3. And I'm happy to let you know, I'm not in labor! I'm 1.5 cm dilated, 50% effaced, and something else I can't remember. So, not much going on at present. My doctor is happy we got to 35 weeks, and says any time will be great. I'm still hoping for full term, and given my record of full term babies (I'm 2 for 2!), I think chances are pretty good.

You know, I'm supposed to be taking it easy and keeping my feet up more than usual, right? Not bedrest, just a little more relaxation. Justin has helped a lot, and my mom and mother in law have helped with doing laundry (you guys are the best!) But I don't think the doctor really takes into account how active a little toddler can be. Duncan is also known to be a climber. So, I'll be hanging out on the sofa, and he climbs up on something, so I have to go rescue him. No biggie, just part of having a small boy around. What's made the last week or so difficult is Duncan's health. It all began with a fever on Friday, then a rash came up on Saturday. The fever had already subsided, but the rash was still there by Monday, so I took him to his pediatrician. He had some diarrhea that morning. The doc thinks it's viral, probably Roseola. Give him Benedryl, call if it gets worse or the fever comes back. Well, the rash is better, no fever. So, what's the problem? Diarrhea! Three straight days. It's caused a really red bottom, too. So, staying on top of diaper changes, clothes changes (it's that messy), caking on the diaper rash cream, trying to get the boy fed and hydrated, I can't say that I've been relaxing or keeping aware of the Braxton Hicks contractions. I never knew diarrhea was so stressful. I'm sick of it, and I'm sure poor little Duncan is. He's quite the little trooper. He's been a happy little camper most of the time (except at diaper changes.)

Oh yeah, now Justin and I both have the cold. Hopefully, neither of us will get any of the other symptoms.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Four Years Ago Today


Me Very Pregnant with Evan

On this day four years ago I was disappointed. Depressed, even. My baby's due date had come, but my baby hadn't. Everyone was sure he would be early. My mom and mother in law called throughout the day to ask if I was in labor, which I thought was a little odd. Didn't they think I'd call them when it started? Did they think we'd keep it all a big secret, and yell, "Surprise!" after the fact? Who knows. All I knew was that I was ready, but the baby, obviously, was not. My doctor had started talking about inducing the following Monday, February 2nd. Did I want a Groundhog Day baby? Would a little boy like that his birthday coincided with a celebration where folks dressed up and waited for a prognosticating rodent? I just knew I would be pregnant forever...

Sunday, January 27, 2008

I'm Back on the Sofa Again

Well, most of the people who read this blog already know that I'm getting closer to being put on bedrest. At my 33 week appointment, my doctor checked out everything, and said the baby's head is "fully engaged," and my cervix is shortened. Which basically means the baby's in launch position. I didn't think the baby bump looked that low, but what do I know. I was afraid my doc's next words would be "bedrest." But he suggested putting my feet up a little more often, and keep aware of the Braxton Hicks contractions. If I have more than six an hour, call. The BH contractions are called practice contractions, and are described in all the books as painless and not strong enough to get things going. Huh! These are the contractions that got me to 3 cm dilated at 32 weeks pregnant with Duncan. Full term is considered 37+ weeks. So, I'm going on 35 weeks this week. I've got an appointment on Wednesday to see how things are going. I've definitely been having BH contractions, and sometimes pretty close to that 6/hr mark. I've only called the doctor once, and he said, "Up the amount of rest." So, here I am, back on the sofa again. I was there for four-five weeks the last pregnancy. No fun. I don't know how people on 3-4 months of bedrest manage. I'm hoping for at least a 37 weeker. So, that's just over two weeks. Maybe that'll give us enough time to choose a name! Any suggestions?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

7 Things Revealed!- The Truth and the Half Truth!

Here's what's true and what's half true:

1. I do have two people from Kindergarten that I'm in touch with--TRUE!

2. I do love Scott Joplin, but I can't play ANY of his music on piano. Wish I could. So, I guess that's a HALF-TRUE!

3. Don't have a favorite piece of music--TRUE!

4. I did date a nephew of Alan Jackson a handful of times--TRUE!

5. I have a major in Music, but no minor. I probably could've gotten the geology minor with a few more classes. HALF-TRUE!

6. Shaun Cassidy did come to our town to film, no autographs, tho. HALF-TRUE!

7. I did break my arm on poor Blaise, and did yell "Geronimo!" The icky boy was named Mark something. TRUE!

Monday, January 21, 2008

7 Random Things about Me

Beth tagged me to do this meme a long time ago, and now's as good a time as any to do it. I guess. The fun way she did it was to have a complete falsehood on the list, and you're supposed to guess which one it is. So, look out for the big fat lie. Oh yeah, there's a half truth in there, too. Here are the rules:


1-Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2-Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3-Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4-Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

Linked to Beth...check, list...coming up, don't know 7 bloggers, so you're off the hook there.

1. I'm still in touch with at least two people I've known since Kindergarten.

2. I love Scott Joplin rags, and can play "The Mapleleaf Rag" pretty well on the piano.

3. If asked what is my favorite piece of classical music, I can't tell you, because I have too many favorites.

4. I dated the nephew of a famous country singer while in college.

5. I have a major in Music, and a minor in Geology.

6. When I was a kid, Shaun Cassidy filmed part of "Breaking Away" in our town. After the shoot, he signed autographs for the whole girl scout troop!

7. I broke my arm while playing "kiss tag" with the ickiest boy in the class when I was in the second grade. I jumped off the playescape, and yelled. "Geronimo!" I crashed onto a kid named Blaise, who bit his tongue.

Let me know what you think!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Evan - Little Boy, Nice Guy


Evan Sees His Litte Brother for the First Time

Grandma and Grandpa got the call that Little Nipper 2 had arrived about 12:10am. Evan was staying with them and fast asleep at that hour. They discussed waking Evan up and coming to meet the new kid on the block, but decided to come in the morning. You can see the look of surprise and glee on Evan's face, when he met his brother Duncan.


Evan Checking Out the New Guy

Evan spent a lot of time gazing at Duncan in the early days. He probably wondered where this "brother" came from, and why he was so loud. Those first weeks were pretty tough. It was an adjustment for all of us. Evan had to learn to share his Mommy and Daddy, AND Grandparents. But once he got used to having a new little squirt around, even Evan was saying, "Isn't he cute?" about his new brother.


Evan Helping Daddy with Duncan's Diaper Change

Evan was always a good little helper. He wanted to help with fixing dinner, working on home improvment "projets," and, of course, cleaning up. Evan jumped right in with Duncan's diaper changes. He would run and find "Duncan's briefcase," and stand by ready to help, if he was needed.



Evan Making Sure Little Brother, Duncan, is OK

I left Evan and Duncan together once while I got ready. I came back, and Duncan was wailing. Evan was standing next to Duncan's bouncy chair saying, "It's ok, Duncan," and giving him a reassuring pat on the head. I was pleasantly surprised at the compassion shown by my two year old.

Evan ran into my bedroom as I was nursing Duncan one day. Something about Evan tearing into the room made Duncan look up and giggle. I said, "Evan, you made Duncan laugh!" Evan's eyes sparkled. He ran in again and again just to make his little brother laugh.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Chocolate



Evan Gladly Downs a Chocolate Chip Cookie

The first time we gave Evan chocolate, he said, "MmmmMmmmm!" It was kind of a musical yummy sound that peaked in the middle. It was even dark chocolate! When I gave Evan a Hershey's kiss, I always unwrapped it for him. When I handed him a wrapped kiss for the first time, I thought, "He's seen me unwrap kisses before." In spite of his observant nature, we obviously did not eat Hershey's kisses often enough. Next thing I know, he's pulling the silver wrapper out of his mouth with a look on his face like, "That's not chocolate!" I belatedly told him to remove the wrapper next time. Grandma wanted to be the first one to give Evan M&M's, when he was about 15 months old. And, of course, they were a hit. While I was pregnant with Duncan, Evan and I picked up a bag of M&M's almost every time we went to the store. We shared them in the car on the way home. I'd pass him back two or three at a time. If I had a turn there might be a delay in getting the candy back to Evan. No worries. He'd sit there with his hand out waiting for me to deliver his prized candy. LaLa introduced hot chocolate to Evan during a visit. He came back home and expected it regularly, of course. I put it in a mug of his choice (always the one with the kitty cat), and a piece of ice, and piled on the marshmallows. Coincidentally, Evan did the exact same thing that I did when I was a kid. He got a spoon, and ate the marshmallows first. Sometimes he'd ask for more "mushrooms" for his "chocwat." He'd scoop them out, and then chug the drink. But the chocolate drink of choice was always "chocwat milk." He'd open the refrigerator, pull out the Hershey's chocolate syrup, and the milk jug, and place them on the counter. That was the sedate way of letting us know to fix him his favorite. Sometimes, he'd bang the chocolate syrup container and milk jug together like they were percussion instruments. Justin and I looked at each other with amusement and said, "I guess Evan wants some chocolate milk." Other chocolaty treats to be had were chocolate yogurt and the infrequent chocolate ice cream. Grandma and Grandpa say, fudgesicles were an extra special and, it seems, not so infrequent treat during Evan's visits there.



Christmas Chocolate Inspires Rockin' Tunes

Duncan also enjoys a nibble of chocolate now and again. We have a "My First Colors" book, and there are photos of chocolates on the "brown" page. Duncan points and says "Whazzat?" knowing exactly what "that" is. I say, "That's chocolate." And he says, "Mmm...Mmmm...Mmmm," with a little nod of his head. Less musical, more of a statement, "Oh yes, Mommy, chocolate is good!" He's been known to chug a cup of chocolate milk. I'm also continuing the tradition of sharing a bag of M&M's on the way home from the store. Unlike Evan, Duncan does not wait patiently for his M&M's. If I don't get his M's back there in a timely fashion, he lets me know! I haven't tried giving him a wrapped Hershey's kiss, yet, but I'm sure, just like big brother, he'll get the chocolate out one way or another.

Here's to another chocolaty year!

Friday, January 11, 2008

Green Worms, Glass, and Birthdays...Oh My!

One encounters some pretty gross stuff as a parent of a young toddler. The whole diaper changing business probably doesn't even have to be mentioned! And all the stuff that's gross as an adult, like runny noses, is gross as a parent, because the kid doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't know how to blow his little nose, yet. So, the parent runs around chasing the runny nose all day with a tissue. When Evan had a cold, he would grumpily say, "Gimmee a tissue!" He'd wipe his nose, and toss the tissue aside for someone else to pick up. After the clear, runny nose phase, is the thicker, green/yellow snot phase. I started telling Evan, "Hey Evan, there's a green worm coming out of your nose." And his response was, "That's not a green worm, that's SNOT!" So, I've been wiping off green worms from Duncan's nose the last day or two. Fun fun!

Yesterday, after the rough night mentioned in the previous post, I decided to let Duncan play in my parents' sunroom. It was supposed to be a treat. I was on the phone with Justin, and I heard the tinkle of breaking glass. I ran to see what happened. Both Duncan and I were barefooted, and despite my speed to grab him, he still managed to step in the glass. I thought it hadn't broken the skin at first. But then I saw a little spot of blood on his foot. I cleaned it up, and felt around a bit. There was a little bump. I wasn't sure if there was more glass lodged in there or not. I called the pediatrician's office to get advice. At first, they suggested soaking it, then they must have talked to the doctor, because they came back and said, "Take him to the ER." So, I start to panic. I don't really have a lot of confidence in the ER since what happened with Evan. I called Justin crying, and my rock of a husband says, "I'm on my way." (Isn't he great?) So, we went, and had a surprisingly short wait. Duncan was not distressed at all. He waved at everybody like they were his best friends. He got his little foot X-rayed, and was a little trooper the whole time. No glass in the foot. So, we're supposed to keep it clean and make sure it doesn't start to look infected.

And...today's my birthday. The big 3-6. I've thought about going backwards from here on out. This year I would be 34, next year 33, until I hit 0 at age 70 or so. Of course, would that mean having to have a birthday party at Jump Zone for my 69th birthday? I did get some birthday booty (no, get your mind out of the gutter!) My folks gave me a gift certificate to a cool local plant nursery--sweet! And my sister sent me an online certificate to chocosphere. It's an online chocolate shop. So, I guess I'll just have to buy some chocolate. Oh shucks. Unfortunately, I think I may be getting Duncan's cold. Just in time for the baby shower tomorrow. And I thought I needed more excitement in my life!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Yawn

Duncan and I are at Grandma and Grandpa's house spending a relaxing few days before some nice folks throw me a baby shower. Well, it would be relaxing if Duncan hadn't caught yet another cold last Tuesday at nursery school. Last night was spent holding him and wiping his snotty nose. So, Grandma, Duncan, and I are pretty tired. Grandpa assures me he didn't get much sleep, either. I tell you, I'm getting pretty sick of the colds Duncan keeps getting at "school." Imagine how he must feel! I wrote the check out for the program and paid it yesterday, before I knew he was getting sick. Now I kind of feel like I'm handing over the check and saying, "Here's the check, where's my kid's cold?" It doesn't matter if the kid is out sick, you still gotta pay "to hold their spot." So, we'll see how long this goes on. I do enjoy having a bit of free time once a week, and I know that kids get colds. That doesn't make it any easier when he's up all night. Gotta go console my cranky tot....

Monday, January 7, 2008

Sneakin' and Peekin'


Evan Peeks through the Blinds

Duncan has taken more interest in books lately. He liked them alright before, but now he goes over and picks out favorites. He'll back into either Justin's or my lap, and a lengthy storytime ensues. Some of Duncan's favorites were also Evan's favorites. It's fun to read these books again, but it's hard, too. In one book the line goes "hidin', seekin', sneakin', peekin'." Evan loved this. He'd peek around the corner, and say, "I'm sneakin' and peekin'!" He would "roar" and "gobble gobble" when appropriate during "Dinosaur Roar" by Paul and Henrietta Stickland. When asked which dinosaur mommy was, he pointed to Dinosaur Fat. Daddy was Dinosaur Slimy. When we read "How do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight" by Jane Yolen and Mark Teague, Evan took notice of what was going on in the background. The dinos are up to no good in each of the earlier pictures. Evan asked, "What happened to the rocking chair?" or "What happened to the bike?" when he saw the dinos wrecking their rooms in order to delay bedtime. My sister gave Evan "Henry Builds a Cabin" and "Henry Climbs a Mountain," by D.B Johnson when Evan was just a month old. These were definite faves. The Cabin book involves lots of tools and building, so that was very exciting. Just to mix things up a bit (and see if Evan was paying attention), I would combine the two stories into "Henry Climbs a Cabin" or "Henry Builds a Mountain." This was great fun, and we both giggled the whole time. I knew it was a hit, when he would request "Henry Climbs a Cabin" the next day.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Nesting


Duncan Sneaking some Chips

As of tomorrow we have exactly two months till the due date of the new little nipper. Two months! Agh!!!!!! Maybe this is why I've had the urge to tidy up lately. On New Year's Day I cleaned out the fridge. I know, sounds like fun. Well, it wasn't fun, but it looks like the day we bought it! It's definitely worth taking out the shelves to clean, rather than just spot cleaning. My parents gave me one of those Floormate vacuum cleaner/mop thingies for Christmas. I've only used it once, but I'm itching to get it out again. I never got the floors that clean with the other product I was using. We cleaned the dining room for Christmas Day...it actually looks like a dining room, instead of the junk room! And now Justin is telling me he'd like to install that bamboo flooring we purchased for the master bedroom next week. So, I've been tidying up in there, too. And I'm pleased to announce that, yes, there is a floor in my closet! All the junk from these rooms is not miraculously disappearing. We've put most of it in closets, and the guest room. I figure I can do a real clean up when I'm not pregnant. I don't want to over-do it at this stage (I went into preterm labor with Duncan around this point of my last pregnancy, and don't want that to happen again!) So, it's a bandaid fix for now. But it's nice to pretend the house is in order. Although, it never really is clean when there's a sneaky little toddler running around pulling out all the things I just put away. At least he makes messy look cute.