One day down. Sam and I survived, and luckily we both had fairly good days.
I relinquished drop off duties to Mike. This way my warped mind didn't envision my kids at daycare, but rather hanging out with their ever-so sweet and ultra-cool dad. Reality sunk in when I decided to swing through for a visit. While I loved seeing his face, I was doing fine, emotionally, until I walked in his room.
He had just finished a bottle. I instantly scooped him up and took up residency in the rocking chair. Sam and I spent 30 precious minutes just staring at each other. He generously gave me lots of beaming smiles, and the more he smiled, the larger the lump in my throat grew. I had to fight hard to contain the tears. I knew if one tear fell the ugly cry wasn't far behind, and no one wants or needs to see that. As I held him, I tried to play the positive internal monogolue that each day will get easier, that he is in good hands, he will eventually adjust and thrive in this new environment, etc. I half believed myself, at least enough to prevent me from grabbing him and running out the door with no real destination in mind.
When I stood up to leave, Sam made sure I couldn't forget him as he ended up sharing part of his lunch with my new cute brown sweater. I carried a piece of him and that lingering smell for the rest of the day. Thankfully tomorrow is Friday.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Random Thoughts
This photo is for my brother Justin -- hope you enjoy it. I know Sam is making you proud, but he wants to know where his hat is?
As for us, we are trying to squeeze in as much summer fun as we can before Thursday, which is why I haven't blogged much lately. The past few days have been a whirlwind of pool visits, trying new parks, christening our neighborhood's new park, playing with Grandma Pam, picnics, dance recitals, dinner at Fritz's, field trip to DeAnna Rose, etc. Even with these activities, our pace has still been leisurely and fun.
As for me, I'm trying to block out that in two days I return to the corporate world. Sadly, what is one of my biggest worries: what will I wear to work. Pathetic, I know. I thought for sure I would have lost more weight by now, but I haven't, nor have I put forth much effort to try. Guess, I thought it would magically float off, just another breastfeeding myth. Since I don't plan to stay my current size for much longer, the debate is how much clothing should I purchase to get me through the short term. Add to that our budget for clothing and my over abundance of time for shopping means my co-workers can expect to see me donning the same outfits for the next few weeks.
Back to work worries. Of course, I have concerns about projects and the adjustment for both the kids and me. In some ways, it's like starting a new job, but at least I know where the bathroom is and the personalities of the major players. Guess that gives me a slight leg up.
Two days. Two precious days. I plan to make the most of it.
As for us, we are trying to squeeze in as much summer fun as we can before Thursday, which is why I haven't blogged much lately. The past few days have been a whirlwind of pool visits, trying new parks, christening our neighborhood's new park, playing with Grandma Pam, picnics, dance recitals, dinner at Fritz's, field trip to DeAnna Rose, etc. Even with these activities, our pace has still been leisurely and fun.
As for me, I'm trying to block out that in two days I return to the corporate world. Sadly, what is one of my biggest worries: what will I wear to work. Pathetic, I know. I thought for sure I would have lost more weight by now, but I haven't, nor have I put forth much effort to try. Guess, I thought it would magically float off, just another breastfeeding myth. Since I don't plan to stay my current size for much longer, the debate is how much clothing should I purchase to get me through the short term. Add to that our budget for clothing and my over abundance of time for shopping means my co-workers can expect to see me donning the same outfits for the next few weeks.
Back to work worries. Of course, I have concerns about projects and the adjustment for both the kids and me. In some ways, it's like starting a new job, but at least I know where the bathroom is and the personalities of the major players. Guess that gives me a slight leg up.
Two days. Two precious days. I plan to make the most of it.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
A Dry Day
With more than 14 pairs of underwear purchased -- our character motifs include Dora, Ariel, Cinderella and Strawberry Shortcake, we were ready to embark on the adventure of potty training Ella. Our first few attempts, only for a few hours at a time, always resulted in an accident. Ella knew how it was suppose to work -- "I don't go in my panties", but couldn't seem to get herself to the bathroom in time. I had resigned myself that she wasn't ready, but the appeal of underwear was too much for Ella. She wanted to keep trying, so I reluctantly allowed it.
When she was getting dressed today, she was adamant about wearing panties. She picked a pair of Ariel underwear, and it was the only pair she wore all day. No accidents, although she did change into a pull-up for a nap! She even told me at Kohl's that she needed to use the bathroom. Luckily, she announced it with plenty of time for us to trek to the bathroom.
This was a big day. Mike and I are so proud of her.
When she was getting dressed today, she was adamant about wearing panties. She picked a pair of Ariel underwear, and it was the only pair she wore all day. No accidents, although she did change into a pull-up for a nap! She even told me at Kohl's that she needed to use the bathroom. Luckily, she announced it with plenty of time for us to trek to the bathroom.
This was a big day. Mike and I are so proud of her.
Happy Father's Day
To my sweet husband, I feel so blessed to have a husband who is a dedicated and involved father. Mike adores his children. You can see it by the way he looks at them. There is this twinkle in his eye and pure joy in his voice when he's interacting with them. And there's no doubt how Ella feels about him. It's so evident once she hears the garage door open each evening. No matter what we are doing, the girl literally flies down the stairs to greet her daddy with enthusiasm and love. Very soon, Mike will have two children fighting over themselves to get to their beloved dad first.
Happy Father's Day Mike. Thanks for giving me two amazing children and making us a loving family of four.
Happy Father's Day Mike. Thanks for giving me two amazing children and making us a loving family of four.
Preppy Sam
From a practical perspective, I don't think babies and polos mix. I would think the collars are a bit bothersome, but I couldn't resist putting Sam in this outfit. Oh how I love his eyes and his chin.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Sweet Sweet Sam
I realized I have made not much mention of Mr. Sam in recent posts. While Ella lately is a source of great material, Sam is slightly under the radar because he is just a happy, sweet baby who gives the best goofy smiles.
One common question is how is he sleeping? I hesitate to answer for fear of A) sounding like we're completely bragging and B) for fear of jinxing myself. My quick and common response is we have been blessed with some long sleep stretches. One, and only one, lasted for nine hours. Nine hours at 2 months. Loving it, but I'll leave it at that. Right now, a typical stretch is about 6 to 7 hours, which is still wonderful. He is a bit stubborn about actually falling asleep and staying asleep initially, but once he is settled down, he is golden.
He had his two-month well appointment last week. He was 12 lbs 9 oz and 23 1/2 inches long. While he started smaller than Ella, he has surpassed her weight at this mark. While his head has a beautiful round shape to it, the doc was a bit concerned that he prefers looking to his right so much. She encouraged us to be quite conscious of the direction he lays while he sleeps, traveling in the car seat, etc. His head control is getting stronger each day. He tolerates tummy time, but doesn't enjoy it.
As for the shots, he survived and only cried when he was pricked and stopped when I picked him up to comfort him. The really crying didn't kick in for a few hours. Oh that night was an adventure. Sam started crying around 4:30 pm and proceeded to cry until nearly 9:45 pm when he just wore himself out. His screams would only cease when a nipple was thrown in his mouth. Of all nights, he seemed to slam the bottle down and toss it aside, no enjoyment just necessity. The Tylenol wasn't working and neither were the usual tricks. It was mind-numbing and exhausting. I muddled through the first two hours alone. I tried to entertain and comfort Ella who attempted to ignore it unsuccessfully. I even attempted to cook dinner, but the incessant crying interfered with my ability to follow directions. I felt lost in my own kitchen. It was like I had no clue where anything was and like I had never cooked before. Once Mike got home, I essentially passed of Sam to him and walked out the house to get a break and pick up some dinner. How, I needed that break. It was a tough couple of hours, but I remind myself some parents deal with that level of crying and frustration on a daily basis. How, I have no clue.
Well, that seems to be a wrap on Sam. Oh, he has a spot at Corporate Kids. We are still waiting on what specific room he will be assigned. We are lobbying and hoping for the Kittens Room, which is where Ella started. I can only assume the Puppies, the other potential room for Sam, has fabulous teachers. It's just that we have an established relationship with Miss Tanya, the lead teacher of the Kittens. We really like her and Ella still adores her. I will refrain from mentioning how soon he will start at the center because it just brings me down.
One common question is how is he sleeping? I hesitate to answer for fear of A) sounding like we're completely bragging and B) for fear of jinxing myself. My quick and common response is we have been blessed with some long sleep stretches. One, and only one, lasted for nine hours. Nine hours at 2 months. Loving it, but I'll leave it at that. Right now, a typical stretch is about 6 to 7 hours, which is still wonderful. He is a bit stubborn about actually falling asleep and staying asleep initially, but once he is settled down, he is golden.
He had his two-month well appointment last week. He was 12 lbs 9 oz and 23 1/2 inches long. While he started smaller than Ella, he has surpassed her weight at this mark. While his head has a beautiful round shape to it, the doc was a bit concerned that he prefers looking to his right so much. She encouraged us to be quite conscious of the direction he lays while he sleeps, traveling in the car seat, etc. His head control is getting stronger each day. He tolerates tummy time, but doesn't enjoy it.
As for the shots, he survived and only cried when he was pricked and stopped when I picked him up to comfort him. The really crying didn't kick in for a few hours. Oh that night was an adventure. Sam started crying around 4:30 pm and proceeded to cry until nearly 9:45 pm when he just wore himself out. His screams would only cease when a nipple was thrown in his mouth. Of all nights, he seemed to slam the bottle down and toss it aside, no enjoyment just necessity. The Tylenol wasn't working and neither were the usual tricks. It was mind-numbing and exhausting. I muddled through the first two hours alone. I tried to entertain and comfort Ella who attempted to ignore it unsuccessfully. I even attempted to cook dinner, but the incessant crying interfered with my ability to follow directions. I felt lost in my own kitchen. It was like I had no clue where anything was and like I had never cooked before. Once Mike got home, I essentially passed of Sam to him and walked out the house to get a break and pick up some dinner. How, I needed that break. It was a tough couple of hours, but I remind myself some parents deal with that level of crying and frustration on a daily basis. How, I have no clue.
Well, that seems to be a wrap on Sam. Oh, he has a spot at Corporate Kids. We are still waiting on what specific room he will be assigned. We are lobbying and hoping for the Kittens Room, which is where Ella started. I can only assume the Puppies, the other potential room for Sam, has fabulous teachers. It's just that we have an established relationship with Miss Tanya, the lead teacher of the Kittens. We really like her and Ella still adores her. I will refrain from mentioning how soon he will start at the center because it just brings me down.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Out of the Mouth of Babes
Some recent gems uttered by Ella.
Scene: In Ella's room, she in the middle of annoying whiny attack and I am attempting to change her pull-up.
E in a shrieking, drawn out voice: "Momma, I'm frustrated." (Emotions are part of the current lesson plan at daycare.)
Me: "Why you frustrated honey?"
E: "Because daddy went away (to work)."
As Mike said after hearing her comments, "Man kid, push that knife in deeper."
Scene two: In our front room, Glenda is preparing to leave after spending four plus hours with the kiddos.
Glenda: "Well, I better get going." She stands up.
Ella motions and says: "There's the door, Grandma."
That one gets me every time. Thankfully, Glenda was very good natured about it. There's still more. These last two center around this family's love/love (but should be hate) relationship with ice cream.
Scene: Ella, Sam and I playing and hanging out in the front room. The ice cream truck is making it's way through the neighborhood. Ella hears the obnoxious music and looks up.
She asks: "What's that?"
Me: "It's the ice cream man."
Ella: "The ice cream man?"
Me: "Yea, he drives through the neighborhood and you can buy ice cream treats out of his van."
Ella: "Eww......"
Last one: Driving home and as we pass by Sheridan's on Shawnee Mission Parkway, Ella unprompted yet happily exclaims what she wants for dinner.
Ella: "Mom, I want ICE CREAM."
Me: "Not now. Maybe after dinner we can get some ice cream. Mommy has a gift card still to use there, but we do have some ice cream at home."
Ella: "No, ice cream at home makes me sad."
Man, we're created another addict. For the record, we didn't have ice cream tonight. She didn't ask and I didn't offer.
Scene: In Ella's room, she in the middle of annoying whiny attack and I am attempting to change her pull-up.
E in a shrieking, drawn out voice: "Momma, I'm frustrated." (Emotions are part of the current lesson plan at daycare.)
Me: "Why you frustrated honey?"
E: "Because daddy went away (to work)."
As Mike said after hearing her comments, "Man kid, push that knife in deeper."
Scene two: In our front room, Glenda is preparing to leave after spending four plus hours with the kiddos.
Glenda: "Well, I better get going." She stands up.
Ella motions and says: "There's the door, Grandma."
That one gets me every time. Thankfully, Glenda was very good natured about it. There's still more. These last two center around this family's love/love (but should be hate) relationship with ice cream.
Scene: Ella, Sam and I playing and hanging out in the front room. The ice cream truck is making it's way through the neighborhood. Ella hears the obnoxious music and looks up.
She asks: "What's that?"
Me: "It's the ice cream man."
Ella: "The ice cream man?"
Me: "Yea, he drives through the neighborhood and you can buy ice cream treats out of his van."
Ella: "Eww......"
Last one: Driving home and as we pass by Sheridan's on Shawnee Mission Parkway, Ella unprompted yet happily exclaims what she wants for dinner.
Ella: "Mom, I want ICE CREAM."
Me: "Not now. Maybe after dinner we can get some ice cream. Mommy has a gift card still to use there, but we do have some ice cream at home."
Ella: "No, ice cream at home makes me sad."
Man, we're created another addict. For the record, we didn't have ice cream tonight. She didn't ask and I didn't offer.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
What a wild windy week!
Good Saturday Morning!
Sam got me out of bed early this morning to let me know he was done sleeping for the night--fair enough--he slept from 10:00 (or so) on through to 4:30, so I guess Amanda and I will take that most nights!
It gave me a chance to get a head start on the day which is always good when it comes to a Saturday I suppose. I've got breakfast ready to cook and I've been reading up on most of my blogs.
As most of my family knows, I'm kinda of a weather geek. And this week, was a very active week! Tuesday night I had to drive home in some terrific downpours and hail (only about marble sized) and Thursday was supposed to have been an historic outbreak of tornados accross the plains. More on that later, I have a bone to pick.
I don't care how expensive your car/van/truck/SUV/motorcycle/moped/Big Wheel is, DON'T EVER STOP UNDER AN OVERPASS ON THE INTERSTATE. It's really close to the dumbest thing ever. Do you think people who are driving can see you that clearly in a torrential downpour? Don't stop on the shoulder, let alone stop in the lane next to the shoulder either. It's an INTERSTATE people, a road where people DO NOT stop. Rant over.
For as a wired up as I get for severe weather, the kids sleep through it remarkably well, which just amazes me. Poor Amanda she's usually so wiped from the day that she can sleep through about anything. Which leaves me to watch out for the storms! On Tuesday, one wall cloud got a little to close for comfort for my liking, but the sirens never went off so that was a good thing.
Thursday's storms, which were supposed to be "historic", didn't get close to MY house but it did get close to my FAMILY! My Grandma Davis (or as she's know now as "Grandma D") had a close call with a tree! Thankfully all it got was her chimney, but I think it was enough to freak her out a little bit! The damage was significant enough that my old employer KQTV (aka KQ2) came out to her house and did a package on her.
Exhibit A:
I am so happy she is safe! I think I called her about maybe 10 minutes or so before it happened. Amanda had heard something about Fairfax under a tornado warning so I made sure she knew about it! Uncle Jimmy got some damage as well (apparently KQ doesn't care about HIS story)
Sam got me out of bed early this morning to let me know he was done sleeping for the night--fair enough--he slept from 10:00 (or so) on through to 4:30, so I guess Amanda and I will take that most nights!
It gave me a chance to get a head start on the day which is always good when it comes to a Saturday I suppose. I've got breakfast ready to cook and I've been reading up on most of my blogs.
As most of my family knows, I'm kinda of a weather geek. And this week, was a very active week! Tuesday night I had to drive home in some terrific downpours and hail (only about marble sized) and Thursday was supposed to have been an historic outbreak of tornados accross the plains. More on that later, I have a bone to pick.
I don't care how expensive your car/van/truck/SUV/motorcycle/moped/Big Wheel is, DON'T EVER STOP UNDER AN OVERPASS ON THE INTERSTATE. It's really close to the dumbest thing ever. Do you think people who are driving can see you that clearly in a torrential downpour? Don't stop on the shoulder, let alone stop in the lane next to the shoulder either. It's an INTERSTATE people, a road where people DO NOT stop. Rant over.
For as a wired up as I get for severe weather, the kids sleep through it remarkably well, which just amazes me. Poor Amanda she's usually so wiped from the day that she can sleep through about anything. Which leaves me to watch out for the storms! On Tuesday, one wall cloud got a little to close for comfort for my liking, but the sirens never went off so that was a good thing.
Thursday's storms, which were supposed to be "historic", didn't get close to MY house but it did get close to my FAMILY! My Grandma Davis (or as she's know now as "Grandma D") had a close call with a tree! Thankfully all it got was her chimney, but I think it was enough to freak her out a little bit! The damage was significant enough that my old employer KQTV (aka KQ2) came out to her house and did a package on her.
Exhibit A:
I am so happy she is safe! I think I called her about maybe 10 minutes or so before it happened. Amanda had heard something about Fairfax under a tornado warning so I made sure she knew about it! Uncle Jimmy got some damage as well (apparently KQ doesn't care about HIS story)
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Race Against the Clock
I have started many blog posts lately but haven't finished any of them. Most blog posts flow rather easily, but the past few tries have felt forced. There are quite a few topics I would like to address, but before I can I have to deal with the countdown clock.
Three weeks to go. Three precious weeks before I go back to work. I just hear this tick tock in my head and I hate it because I can't turn it off. I have truly enjoyed this time. Sure there have been moments where I thought of work fondly and wished to be whisked away, but overall, this time at home has been quite enjoyable. I've surprised myself with how much. Of course, I love my kids and being with them, but I'm one who gets antsy easily and needs a frequent change of scenery. I am normally not content to just be home, but I am right now. Guiltily, I can't say that was the case during my leave with Ella. Why is this time different? Maybe because I'm more relaxed as a mom, maybe because the weather is warmer and we're outside more, maybe because Ella's energy is contagious. Who knows. I just don't want this time to end.
Staying home is not an option, and it's not something that I desire long-term. I just want to hold on to this time more. I am going back. I hold the benefits. I have a good job with a respectable salary that my family depends on, and I miss the work, the challenges and most importantly adult camaraderie.
Three weeks is still three weeks, but I feel like I'm racing the clock because unfortunately for me, I am out of vacation time until next January. I hate thinking that the bulk of my quality time with my kids will be reserved for weekends and holidays.
Three weeks to go. Three precious weeks before I go back to work. I just hear this tick tock in my head and I hate it because I can't turn it off. I have truly enjoyed this time. Sure there have been moments where I thought of work fondly and wished to be whisked away, but overall, this time at home has been quite enjoyable. I've surprised myself with how much. Of course, I love my kids and being with them, but I'm one who gets antsy easily and needs a frequent change of scenery. I am normally not content to just be home, but I am right now. Guiltily, I can't say that was the case during my leave with Ella. Why is this time different? Maybe because I'm more relaxed as a mom, maybe because the weather is warmer and we're outside more, maybe because Ella's energy is contagious. Who knows. I just don't want this time to end.
Staying home is not an option, and it's not something that I desire long-term. I just want to hold on to this time more. I am going back. I hold the benefits. I have a good job with a respectable salary that my family depends on, and I miss the work, the challenges and most importantly adult camaraderie.
Three weeks is still three weeks, but I feel like I'm racing the clock because unfortunately for me, I am out of vacation time until next January. I hate thinking that the bulk of my quality time with my kids will be reserved for weekends and holidays.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Ella's Crack Comment
Uttered by Ella as I was wiping her butt after bowel movement, "Mommy, there's something in my bottom.
Me: "Sweetheart, do you have more poop in your bottom? Maybe, we should try to sit on the potty."
E as she is reaching around to her backside: "No, there's no more poop. There is SOMETHING in my bottom."
Me: "Let's try to sit on the potty."
E, very incredulously: "No! Mommy, there is a crack on my bottom."
Me: Laughing uncontrollably.
Me: "Sweetheart, do you have more poop in your bottom? Maybe, we should try to sit on the potty."
E as she is reaching around to her backside: "No, there's no more poop. There is SOMETHING in my bottom."
Me: "Let's try to sit on the potty."
E, very incredulously: "No! Mommy, there is a crack on my bottom."
Me: Laughing uncontrollably.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Smilin' Sam
Hands down, the best pic of Sam so far. He loves to give these goofy half smiles. I can't help to chuckle each time I see this pic. What a sweet boy!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Long Weekend is Over
So many faces, so many miles and so many moments worthy of a post, but I am too tired and the laptop battery is quickly fading to put much effort into creating coherent thoughts. For now, I'll leave these two little gems.
While at Grandma D's house, Ella was dumbfounded by a certain item she found in the bathroom: bar soap. As we were washing her hands, she curiously asked me "the rock has soap?" I quickly realized this was her first experience with bar soap as we and daycare only use liquid soap. These moments always give me an appreciation for her perspective on the world.
Ella provided a few more chuckles today as I learned my sweet girl is a bit of a clepto or a chocolate addict. It depends on how you look at it. The bare cabinets and empty refrigerator were sure signs a trip to the grocery store was needed. I always dread taking both kids to the store by myself. Even if it goes smooth, it is always an adventure. We grabbed a few items and after 20 minutes, I found myself waiting in a fairly short line to check out. As I was loading the groceries on the belt, I was telling Ella, who was sitting in the front of the fire truck cart, how much I appreciated her excellent behavior while we were at the store. Words, I uttered, a bit too soon.
She asked to ride the "horsey" before we left. Since she was so good, I was happy to oblige. I pulled the cart to a stop, came to the front to help her out, and started chuckling. Chocolate was dripping down her face and she was gripping a half role of Rolo's. The problem: I didn't buy them or serve them to her. We beelined back to the register, so I could properly pay for the candy. I tried to contain my laughter, as did the cashier, and explain to Ella that the candy isn't for taking and is a special treat when mommy gives it to her. Every word I uttered, I suspect, was lost on her. Next time, I plan to watch her more closely as we are checking out.
I hope to blog more about some of the moments from this past weekend, like our trip to the cemetery with a curious toddler and my child's obsession with flip flops, but suitcases full of clothes still liter our bedroom floor. A few quick notes on Sam, he is such a sweet, sweet boy, and he treated his parents to seven hours of continuous sleep, not one but two nights at my mom's house. Oh what a blessed gift. Love that little man.
While at Grandma D's house, Ella was dumbfounded by a certain item she found in the bathroom: bar soap. As we were washing her hands, she curiously asked me "the rock has soap?" I quickly realized this was her first experience with bar soap as we and daycare only use liquid soap. These moments always give me an appreciation for her perspective on the world.
Ella provided a few more chuckles today as I learned my sweet girl is a bit of a clepto or a chocolate addict. It depends on how you look at it. The bare cabinets and empty refrigerator were sure signs a trip to the grocery store was needed. I always dread taking both kids to the store by myself. Even if it goes smooth, it is always an adventure. We grabbed a few items and after 20 minutes, I found myself waiting in a fairly short line to check out. As I was loading the groceries on the belt, I was telling Ella, who was sitting in the front of the fire truck cart, how much I appreciated her excellent behavior while we were at the store. Words, I uttered, a bit too soon.
She asked to ride the "horsey" before we left. Since she was so good, I was happy to oblige. I pulled the cart to a stop, came to the front to help her out, and started chuckling. Chocolate was dripping down her face and she was gripping a half role of Rolo's. The problem: I didn't buy them or serve them to her. We beelined back to the register, so I could properly pay for the candy. I tried to contain my laughter, as did the cashier, and explain to Ella that the candy isn't for taking and is a special treat when mommy gives it to her. Every word I uttered, I suspect, was lost on her. Next time, I plan to watch her more closely as we are checking out.
I hope to blog more about some of the moments from this past weekend, like our trip to the cemetery with a curious toddler and my child's obsession with flip flops, but suitcases full of clothes still liter our bedroom floor. A few quick notes on Sam, he is such a sweet, sweet boy, and he treated his parents to seven hours of continuous sleep, not one but two nights at my mom's house. Oh what a blessed gift. Love that little man.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Road Trip
We survived our first long car trip. We spent the majority of the day in the car on our way to Nebraska to visit my family. Much to my surprise, the drive was fairly pleasant. Sam slept almost the entire trip. Almost. We were 25 minutes from our final destination when Sam started fussing. We debated plowing through but my bladder was overflowing, so we had multiple reasons to make a pit stop. Sam appreciated the bottle, but did cry the remainder of the drive. He wasn't too happy being strapped back in his car seat. He was more than ready to be sprung from that contraction. I can't blame him, spending more than four hours strapped down isn't enjoyable.
As for Ella, she was such a good sport and awake for most of the drive. She enjoyed spotting everything from cows to trains outside her window. She also spent some time reading stories and flipping through mom's magazines.
The most difficult aspect of the drive was just getting out of the house. I swear no matter how much time we give ourselves it's never enough time. I had forgotten how much stuff the kids need just to survive a long weekend.
For the rest of the weekend, we plan to spend our time visiting with family, introducing Sam to more relatives and friends and just relaxing.
As for Ella, she was such a good sport and awake for most of the drive. She enjoyed spotting everything from cows to trains outside her window. She also spent some time reading stories and flipping through mom's magazines.
The most difficult aspect of the drive was just getting out of the house. I swear no matter how much time we give ourselves it's never enough time. I had forgotten how much stuff the kids need just to survive a long weekend.
For the rest of the weekend, we plan to spend our time visiting with family, introducing Sam to more relatives and friends and just relaxing.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
A Trip to Grandma's House
The "firsts" continue for this family. It started on Friday morning when Sam flashed his first "official" smile. We had seen quite a few partial attempts, but nothing like this wide, toothless beaming smile he gave Ella as she leaned in to greet him. It was so sweet. Now, if only, every greeting they share will be that loving. I can only hope.
The next big first was Sam spent his first overnight at Grandma's house (Ella went as well). Yes, my son is only six weeks and yes, I did agonize for most of the day on whether I was ready or not. My brother's wise words convinced me to do it. He told me to focus on the bonding time. I knew if I was going to be away from my kids, I couldn't spend the night pining for them or dwelling on how much I missed them. I also knew Mike and I could use some time alone and we would enjoy a solid night's sleep or so I thought.
Man, did I ever make the right decision. Oh the laughs, the drinks and the memorable lines from the evening. The best was "I didn't even know she was in there." It would take too much to explain. It was definitely one of those "you had to be there kind of moments." I'm not sure my interpretation or description of the setting would do the moment justice, but I know I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. Sadly, it has been too long since I've had one of those knee-slap silly kind of evenings. I even downed two shots courtesy of two different Comers. No clue the last time I did a shot -- maybe my bachelorette party, maybe Vegas? I can't remember. Surely, those had no bearing on my goofiness that night.
With the kids away, you would think we would take advantage of the childless evening and the absence of middle of the night feedings to sleep in. So not the case. My boobs woke me at 4:30. I laid in bed for a half hour debating the merits of pumping before I finally ventured downstairs. Mike decided to entertain me by playing mario cart on the WII (can you say addicted?!). I headed back to bed around 6 am, but Mike opted to keep the WII company. We actually slept less than we do when the kids are in the house. So happy we had that evening. Mike and I really needed it, so thank you to Larry & Glenda for taking care of the kids and giving us a very memorable evening.
The next big first was Sam spent his first overnight at Grandma's house (Ella went as well). Yes, my son is only six weeks and yes, I did agonize for most of the day on whether I was ready or not. My brother's wise words convinced me to do it. He told me to focus on the bonding time. I knew if I was going to be away from my kids, I couldn't spend the night pining for them or dwelling on how much I missed them. I also knew Mike and I could use some time alone and we would enjoy a solid night's sleep or so I thought.
Man, did I ever make the right decision. Oh the laughs, the drinks and the memorable lines from the evening. The best was "I didn't even know she was in there." It would take too much to explain. It was definitely one of those "you had to be there kind of moments." I'm not sure my interpretation or description of the setting would do the moment justice, but I know I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. Sadly, it has been too long since I've had one of those knee-slap silly kind of evenings. I even downed two shots courtesy of two different Comers. No clue the last time I did a shot -- maybe my bachelorette party, maybe Vegas? I can't remember. Surely, those had no bearing on my goofiness that night.
With the kids away, you would think we would take advantage of the childless evening and the absence of middle of the night feedings to sleep in. So not the case. My boobs woke me at 4:30. I laid in bed for a half hour debating the merits of pumping before I finally ventured downstairs. Mike decided to entertain me by playing mario cart on the WII (can you say addicted?!). I headed back to bed around 6 am, but Mike opted to keep the WII company. We actually slept less than we do when the kids are in the house. So happy we had that evening. Mike and I really needed it, so thank you to Larry & Glenda for taking care of the kids and giving us a very memorable evening.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Good news all around!
Sam slept for 5 1/2 hours Wednesday night. It was so wonderful. We so needed it. Here's to the hope we'll get a similar stretch tonight. Oh, Sam is now 11lbs. 2 oz. I had no clue he weighed quite that much.
As for Ella, she has gone three nights without her pacifier and luckily it hasn't been a battle. We didn't set out Tuesday night to take it away. It sort of just happened. She seemed to accept not having it and went down without a fight. Honestly, if she would have cried out for it, we would have given in. Surprisingly, she didn't cry and slept quite well. The next night, she asked for it, but we told her she did so great without it that she would be fine without it and her baby would keep her company. She again slept great and no tears. Tonight, she might have started going through withdrawal. She shed a few tears but I think she was overtired more than missing her pacifier. A few more days and I'll think I can say with certainty that she has kicked the habit.
Even better news is Ella is using the toilet more and more. She even used it on her own accord at a friend's house. I didn't ask if she needed to use it, she just walked in and did her #2 deed. I was blown away. A shopping trip for some "big girl panties" just might be in order.
As for Ella, she has gone three nights without her pacifier and luckily it hasn't been a battle. We didn't set out Tuesday night to take it away. It sort of just happened. She seemed to accept not having it and went down without a fight. Honestly, if she would have cried out for it, we would have given in. Surprisingly, she didn't cry and slept quite well. The next night, she asked for it, but we told her she did so great without it that she would be fine without it and her baby would keep her company. She again slept great and no tears. Tonight, she might have started going through withdrawal. She shed a few tears but I think she was overtired more than missing her pacifier. A few more days and I'll think I can say with certainty that she has kicked the habit.
Even better news is Ella is using the toilet more and more. She even used it on her own accord at a friend's house. I didn't ask if she needed to use it, she just walked in and did her #2 deed. I was blown away. A shopping trip for some "big girl panties" just might be in order.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Snip, Snip -- First Haircut
Ella experienced another first this past weekend -- her first haircut, well her bangs were trimmed.
To prepare her, we talked quite a bit about this new adventure. Oddly enough when we visited the library (her first trip -- she's already asking to go back), Ella picked a book about a boy going to get his haircut, so we read it multiple times before Saturday. When we arrived at the salon, she was quite curious and eagerly began exploring. We had to rein her in a bit.
Mike needed a haircut as well, so he went first and Ella gladly sat on his lap. The stylist put a smock on Ella and as she was cutting Mike's hair, she explained what she was doing. When it was Ella's turn, she was fairly cooperative. Ella squirmed a little, but the stylist said she was used to working with a moving target.
When the trim was complete, the stylist presented us with a certificate commemorating this monumental event. It even included a clipping of her hair. My baby girl is growing up so fast.
To prepare her, we talked quite a bit about this new adventure. Oddly enough when we visited the library (her first trip -- she's already asking to go back), Ella picked a book about a boy going to get his haircut, so we read it multiple times before Saturday. When we arrived at the salon, she was quite curious and eagerly began exploring. We had to rein her in a bit.
Mike needed a haircut as well, so he went first and Ella gladly sat on his lap. The stylist put a smock on Ella and as she was cutting Mike's hair, she explained what she was doing. When it was Ella's turn, she was fairly cooperative. Ella squirmed a little, but the stylist said she was used to working with a moving target.
When the trim was complete, the stylist presented us with a certificate commemorating this monumental event. It even included a clipping of her hair. My baby girl is growing up so fast.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Happy Birthday Mike
To my sweet and wonderful husband, happy birthday. Mike is 32 today. Please wish him a happy birthday. He is not having the best day, so he could use some well wishes to brighten his day.
To my sweetheart, thank you for being such an amazing partner and friend. Know that you have three people, who think the world of you, waiting for you at home to help you celebrate. We can't promise any grand celebration (would Edy's Grand Selections count? Oh wait, then it's about me not you. Ha!), but we do promise to shower you with lots of love, kisses and spit up.
I love you sweetheart and consider myself so blessed to call you my husband and the father of my children. Here's hoping your day gets better. Love you!
To my sweetheart, thank you for being such an amazing partner and friend. Know that you have three people, who think the world of you, waiting for you at home to help you celebrate. We can't promise any grand celebration (would Edy's Grand Selections count? Oh wait, then it's about me not you. Ha!), but we do promise to shower you with lots of love, kisses and spit up.
I love you sweetheart and consider myself so blessed to call you my husband and the father of my children. Here's hoping your day gets better. Love you!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Potty News
Big Ella news: She used the potty twice this week. I know hearing the latest bathroom adventures in our house really adds to your day, but Mike and I are so proud of the little girl. We made quite the big stink when we heard the tinkle, cheering, giving high fives and big hugs. We made sure she knew what a big accomplishment it was. I ask her regularly if she wants to sit on the potty, sometimes it's yes and sometimes it's no. We aren't pushing it. We figure when she's ready it will happen rather quickly, but we are certainly steering her in that direction.
Well, hands need washed, teeth need brushed and one kid needs feed.
Our big weekend adventure: Ella's first haircut (possibly). Stay tuned.
Well, hands need washed, teeth need brushed and one kid needs feed.
Our big weekend adventure: Ella's first haircut (possibly). Stay tuned.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Sleeping Beauty
Can you spot what's wrong in this picture? You may have to look closely. No, it's not the sleeping child who has her faced buried in a book. I will say it again -- the girl loves her books. Look at her pants. Yes, that's right. The pull-up is on OVER the pants, and no, I did not dress her that way. I'm sleep deprived, but lucid enough to realize the pull-up goes on first.
What is so crazy about this scene is I had found her earlier, when she was suppose to be napping, dressed in the same manner with her pull-up on over her pants. I helped her fix the ordering issue, and we talked that the pull-up always goes on first. It's safe to assume that fact didn't stick. She changed herself again because she was dirty. Ella lovingly placed the dirty pull-up right inside the door. She certainly didn't want me to miss it. In the grand scheme of things, I'm thankful she at least got a pull-up on. I can deal with one pair of soiled pants so much easier than the entire bedding set. Oh, how I love my independent little girl and the comic relief she provides.
What is so crazy about this scene is I had found her earlier, when she was suppose to be napping, dressed in the same manner with her pull-up on over her pants. I helped her fix the ordering issue, and we talked that the pull-up always goes on first. It's safe to assume that fact didn't stick. She changed herself again because she was dirty. Ella lovingly placed the dirty pull-up right inside the door. She certainly didn't want me to miss it. In the grand scheme of things, I'm thankful she at least got a pull-up on. I can deal with one pair of soiled pants so much easier than the entire bedding set. Oh, how I love my independent little girl and the comic relief she provides.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Don't Take the Boy
Another weekend brought another round of visitors, and that's fine by me. I have really enjoyed and appreciated the extra set of hands and the time with our family and friends. Last weekend, my cousin Rachel and oldest brother Scott were down -- oh, how I adore Rachel (who is the closest thing to a little sister I'll ever have, but I'll save you from that love fest). This Saturday, my youngest brother Justin and my sister-in-law Brandi came in for the day. I hated saying goodbye to them, and having my family in town always sparks a discussion about moving to Omaha. Rachel attending UNO next year certainly sweetens the deal, but how we do love KC. I joke that I could only move if I could take a few KC things (namely people) with me.
One sweet moment to share from Scott and Rachel's weekend happened as we were saying our goodbyes. My brother asked Ella is she would like to go with them. She politely turned down the offer. He then asked if they could take Sam. A wave of sadness washed over Ella's sweet face and then her bottom lip puckered out before the tears fell. She cried, "Mommy no, Sam stays." We reassured her that Sam was indeed staying with us. I'm not sure she quite believed us until Rachel and Scott were safely pulling out of the driveway. I'm thankful given the option she didn't try to banish him away. It gives me hope she doesn't feel entirely neglected by her parents.
I have some sweet pictures to post of the little man. I hope to do that before the end of the day, but I make no promises. His birth announcement still isn't finished, ugh....
Sam is asleep in the swing, Ella is in her room avoiding nap time by reading her entire collection of books, Mike is outside working and I should be doing more thank you notes, but instead I'm blogging. (Sorry, if you're waiting on a thank you note from me -- I promise it's coming.) With Ella being home three days a week, I'm not sure how much time I will have to blog. Sadly, it's my only real hobby right now, so I hope to find time. However, if there are delays in posts, please understand why.
One sweet moment to share from Scott and Rachel's weekend happened as we were saying our goodbyes. My brother asked Ella is she would like to go with them. She politely turned down the offer. He then asked if they could take Sam. A wave of sadness washed over Ella's sweet face and then her bottom lip puckered out before the tears fell. She cried, "Mommy no, Sam stays." We reassured her that Sam was indeed staying with us. I'm not sure she quite believed us until Rachel and Scott were safely pulling out of the driveway. I'm thankful given the option she didn't try to banish him away. It gives me hope she doesn't feel entirely neglected by her parents.
I have some sweet pictures to post of the little man. I hope to do that before the end of the day, but I make no promises. His birth announcement still isn't finished, ugh....
Sam is asleep in the swing, Ella is in her room avoiding nap time by reading her entire collection of books, Mike is outside working and I should be doing more thank you notes, but instead I'm blogging. (Sorry, if you're waiting on a thank you note from me -- I promise it's coming.) With Ella being home three days a week, I'm not sure how much time I will have to blog. Sadly, it's my only real hobby right now, so I hope to find time. However, if there are delays in posts, please understand why.
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