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!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Where Do the Days Go?
I never know what day of the week it is. The days run together and are a blur of diaper changes, feedings, pumpings and short sleep sessions. I am using this time to bond with Sam, but I put this pressure on myself to also be productive. I figure since I'm home all day I should be able to accomplish a few tasks in addition to having the house cleaned and cooking dinner. (I would love to add exercise to that list, but it hasn't happened yet.) Right now my definition of a productive day is if I get one load of laundry started and maybe moved to the dryer. Put away? Hardly, that almost always takes a few days. So the laundry sits, maybe folded but usually not, in the laundry basket for a few days before it annoys me enough to tackle it. The primary reason for this internal pressure is starting next week Ella will be home with Sam and I on MWF, and Ella knows how to destroy the house in a matter of minutes. I have doubts I'll be able to keep up with her much less keep her engaged.
My to-do list includes practical tasks like updating Quicken to packing up my maternity clothing to those that fall under the "gees it would be nice to do" such as cleaning and re-organizing closets, cabinets and the pantry. Instead of crossing off items, and oh how I love to cross off items, I only keep adding to the list. One big, pending item on my list is Sam's birth announcement. Sam is almost a month old and I have yet to finish his birth announcement. Ugh, I swear each evening that I'll finish it the next day, and still I make that promise to myself each day. A few friends have encouraged me to skip it, but I am proud to announce his birth. So, why haven't I found time to tackle it? Tomorrow, I swear, I will take the time to do it but without sacrificing time with Sam. It's one day at a time, right?
My to-do list includes practical tasks like updating Quicken to packing up my maternity clothing to those that fall under the "gees it would be nice to do" such as cleaning and re-organizing closets, cabinets and the pantry. Instead of crossing off items, and oh how I love to cross off items, I only keep adding to the list. One big, pending item on my list is Sam's birth announcement. Sam is almost a month old and I have yet to finish his birth announcement. Ugh, I swear each evening that I'll finish it the next day, and still I make that promise to myself each day. A few friends have encouraged me to skip it, but I am proud to announce his birth. So, why haven't I found time to tackle it? Tomorrow, I swear, I will take the time to do it but without sacrificing time with Sam. It's one day at a time, right?
Friday, April 25, 2008
MIA: Sleep
I am so tired. I am so tired. I am so tired. Oh, how I miss sleep, but Sam is worth it. Just give us eyeballs during the day and not at night. Some days I wonder if I should be behind the wheel of a car considering how sleep deprived I am. Thankfully the plans today entail preparing for our weekend house guests, so I will be home most of the day.
How I am looking forward to quality time with my favorite 19-year-old, who will be a very helpful extra set of hands this weekend while Mike is at the Kansas Speedway with my older brother Scott. At the end of the weekend, I wonder who won't want Rachel to leave more, Ella or me?
How I am looking forward to quality time with my favorite 19-year-old, who will be a very helpful extra set of hands this weekend while Mike is at the Kansas Speedway with my older brother Scott. At the end of the weekend, I wonder who won't want Rachel to leave more, Ella or me?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Too Tired to Blog
I didn't realize a week has almost passed since I last blogged. I have been too tired to put together any real coherent thoughts. (Sam's best stretch at night has been 3 1/2 hours. His standard is about 2 1/2 hours) There certainly has been plenty of blog worthy moments in the past week. If I had more time, I would write about:
*How my baby girl will change her own dirty pull-up, including flushing the poop in the toilet. I was in the process of changing Sam's diaper when Ella announced she was poopy. I told her as soon as I had changed Sam that I would help her. As I was finishing with Sam, I heard the toilet flush and Ella announce she was done. I ran into to the bathroom to see the water flushing down but I wasn't sure if the actual poop made it in the bowl. I went into her room and quickly scanned the floor, praying neither of us had accidentally stepped in it. No sign of the actual item, but I found the dirty pull-up complete with water droplets, evidence that she dropped the poop in toilet. Ella was standing in the middle of her room wiping herself and giving me a look of disbelief, like I should know she is more than capable of changing her own pull-up.
*A similar incident occurred a few days later. I thought Ella was still napping when I started to hear noise coming from her room. I peeked my head in, only to see that she had pulled out multiple pull-ups, removed her wet one and had changed her pants. The only problem was she put her pants on first and then the pull-up. It was quite the sight. She was resistant to switching them around, but finally I convinced her.
*With these two incidents, I think official potty training is in the very near future.
*Sam's two-week dr. appointment -- He checked out great -- 7 lbs. 11 oz and 21 inches long. The kid gained 11 ounces in a week. Yes, 11. The doc likes to see an ounce a day, so she was pleased he had gained so much back in one week. I'm not exaggerating when I say that boy has a ferocious appetite. He is basically long and lean, but I suspect he'll start to fatten up and hopefully sleep better.
*How Ella warmed my heart when Sam was crying the other day. He was in the swing when he started to fuss. She came over to him, patted his head and said, "It's okay Sammy. Mommy is here for you." Awww......
*How I turned around and my baby girl is no longer a baby. Having a newborn in the house definitely gives us a whole new perspective on how big Ella is. It's been simple acts this past week that have really driven the fact home. She now swings on the big kid swings at the park. She has to be lifted into them, but she loves to lean back and let her head dangle with nothing but pure joy across her face.
I suspect I'll be saying the same thing about Sam. I don't want him to grown up too fast, but for now, I would just like him to sleep for longer stretches at night. I really don't enjoy being a walking zombie most days.
*How my baby girl will change her own dirty pull-up, including flushing the poop in the toilet. I was in the process of changing Sam's diaper when Ella announced she was poopy. I told her as soon as I had changed Sam that I would help her. As I was finishing with Sam, I heard the toilet flush and Ella announce she was done. I ran into to the bathroom to see the water flushing down but I wasn't sure if the actual poop made it in the bowl. I went into her room and quickly scanned the floor, praying neither of us had accidentally stepped in it. No sign of the actual item, but I found the dirty pull-up complete with water droplets, evidence that she dropped the poop in toilet. Ella was standing in the middle of her room wiping herself and giving me a look of disbelief, like I should know she is more than capable of changing her own pull-up.
*A similar incident occurred a few days later. I thought Ella was still napping when I started to hear noise coming from her room. I peeked my head in, only to see that she had pulled out multiple pull-ups, removed her wet one and had changed her pants. The only problem was she put her pants on first and then the pull-up. It was quite the sight. She was resistant to switching them around, but finally I convinced her.
*With these two incidents, I think official potty training is in the very near future.
*Sam's two-week dr. appointment -- He checked out great -- 7 lbs. 11 oz and 21 inches long. The kid gained 11 ounces in a week. Yes, 11. The doc likes to see an ounce a day, so she was pleased he had gained so much back in one week. I'm not exaggerating when I say that boy has a ferocious appetite. He is basically long and lean, but I suspect he'll start to fatten up and hopefully sleep better.
*How Ella warmed my heart when Sam was crying the other day. He was in the swing when he started to fuss. She came over to him, patted his head and said, "It's okay Sammy. Mommy is here for you." Awww......
*How I turned around and my baby girl is no longer a baby. Having a newborn in the house definitely gives us a whole new perspective on how big Ella is. It's been simple acts this past week that have really driven the fact home. She now swings on the big kid swings at the park. She has to be lifted into them, but she loves to lean back and let her head dangle with nothing but pure joy across her face.
I suspect I'll be saying the same thing about Sam. I don't want him to grown up too fast, but for now, I would just like him to sleep for longer stretches at night. I really don't enjoy being a walking zombie most days.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Sisterly Love
Oh how, Ella adores her little brother. We snapped this photo a few days after we arrived home from the hospital. Ella had been asking to hold Sam, so we set her up on the couch and placed him in her lap. She is still learning how delicate he is as she attempted to lift him up by his neck today. I about freaked out, but I am learning to temper my reaction as I know she only wants to help mom. Seeing them together like this really warms my heart. I only hope the adoration and love lasts through the first battle of mine vs. yours.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Love Affair Has Ended
Ella's crush on Francis has ended or at least is on hiatus for the time being. The reason: he bit her. Her teacher called me while I was driving to pick her up. She told me of the incident but the center's policy prevented her from telling me which child, although Ella blurted it out to me the minute I walked into her room. To me, it was irrelevant who bit her.
Once I knew she was okay (it was just a topical bite, no skin was broken), I was relieved that she wasn't the biter or that she didn't retaliate by biting Francis back. Day cares take biting very seriously and the center has a three bites and you're out policy. The teacher is a little unsure why Francis acted out like that. The incident happened as the kids were lining up to go on a walk, and Francis and Ella were battling over the lead spot. Ella and I talked last night how "teeth aren't for biting" and that she needs to take turns with her friends. I hope their interaction today was a bit more friendlier.
Once I knew she was okay (it was just a topical bite, no skin was broken), I was relieved that she wasn't the biter or that she didn't retaliate by biting Francis back. Day cares take biting very seriously and the center has a three bites and you're out policy. The teacher is a little unsure why Francis acted out like that. The incident happened as the kids were lining up to go on a walk, and Francis and Ella were battling over the lead spot. Ella and I talked last night how "teeth aren't for biting" and that she needs to take turns with her friends. I hope their interaction today was a bit more friendlier.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sam Update
Below are little treasures we've discovered about our "handsome Sam":
As a family, we made the trek to his one-week well visit. Ella really wanted to tag along and since Mike was home, he was another set of hands. Ella's motivation for going, I suspect, was for the basket of suckers waiting for her at the check-out desk. To be fair, the girl is quite enamored with her baby brother and demands to be by his side for the all the "major moments" that have occurred within the past week -- diaper changes, bath time, etc.
Overall, Sam received a passing grade from the doctor. His weight had dropped to 7 lbs and the nurse measured him at 20 inches long. His circ is healing nicely. We did discover the poor guy has thrush, so we are treating it. Nothing serious just more of a nuisance that anything. He goes back this week and the doctor only request was his weight to be on the upswing. We are working on it and as much as he eats, I will be shocked if he hasn't gained at least a few ounces.
- He's a squirmy guy.
- He has a healthy appetite.
- He sleeps in three-hour increments at night. I swear the past two nights you could set a clock by him.
- For now, he tolerates his big sister poking, touching and kissing him. He even seems to turn his head when he hears her voice.
- When he furrows his brow, he reminds me of the old man playing chess from Pixar's Geri's Game.
- He exercises his lungs mainly during diaper changes, bath time, tummy time and when he desires food. Otherwise, he is a fairly content kid.
As a family, we made the trek to his one-week well visit. Ella really wanted to tag along and since Mike was home, he was another set of hands. Ella's motivation for going, I suspect, was for the basket of suckers waiting for her at the check-out desk. To be fair, the girl is quite enamored with her baby brother and demands to be by his side for the all the "major moments" that have occurred within the past week -- diaper changes, bath time, etc.
Overall, Sam received a passing grade from the doctor. His weight had dropped to 7 lbs and the nurse measured him at 20 inches long. His circ is healing nicely. We did discover the poor guy has thrush, so we are treating it. Nothing serious just more of a nuisance that anything. He goes back this week and the doctor only request was his weight to be on the upswing. We are working on it and as much as he eats, I will be shocked if he hasn't gained at least a few ounces.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
PBJ vs. Sushi
I had to share this field trip photo, which was taken while the kids were enjoying their sack lunches. Ella is sitting next to her friend Francis, who has the sweetest and gentlest of dispositions, and to boot Ella has a slight crush on him. As for their lunches, Francis got sushi while unfortunately for Ella her parents had packed her a boring PB&J. I just love the contrast in lunches. I wish I could use the excuse that we had only been discharged from the hospital for just a day, but it would have been PB&J regardless. It's easy and likes them.
One benefit of Ella's daycare center is the ethnic diversity in the students and the teachers. Hopefully, she's learning at an early age that everyone in the world does not look or speak like her nor even eats what she does. While Ella is exposed to different cultures and languages (in her current classroom the kids are counting to 10 in English and Spanish as well as counting in Korean and Tagalong-Philippines), I don't believe sushi is on the menu anytime soon. Maybe Francis will invite her over to a play date.
One benefit of Ella's daycare center is the ethnic diversity in the students and the teachers. Hopefully, she's learning at an early age that everyone in the world does not look or speak like her nor even eats what she does. While Ella is exposed to different cultures and languages (in her current classroom the kids are counting to 10 in English and Spanish as well as counting in Korean and Tagalong-Philippines), I don't believe sushi is on the menu anytime soon. Maybe Francis will invite her over to a play date.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Ella and Sam's Dad
Yeah, that would be me.
So, wow, life sure has been in fast forward---and it's hard to believe it at the moment because it's so quiet in the house right now. Amanda is taking a nap, Sam's doing the same, and Ella is doing the same, albeit at daycare. So I am awake and at home awaiting for the sounds of life to return.
But as the challenge was previously thrown out by Amanda, here is a post by me finally!*
*You know, its funny, I set out to create this blog for more posts by me than Amanda, guess how THAT turned out.
So I'm officially a father of two now. And everything is Even Steven in the house again, two guys, two gals. It's almost a challenge to think if we have one more which sex is going to be the outnumbered one, but in all likelihood, it should be viewed more as the kids outnumbering the parents, and frankly, that's just scary.
I must tell you all that I am so proud of Amanda. This entire ordeal was so complete not-by-the-textbook that she really could have been thrown for a loop. Instead, she was thrown for a loop with an Ambien and some pain meds, all to help her sleep when really all it did was "loosen things up" and put her right in the throws of hard labor with no going back! Epidural? Yeah, right! We woke up from a dead sleep and it was BABY TIME! Poor thing. She did AWESOME--she dug down deep and found strength she didn't even know she had. And thanks to her, even though it was without drugs--we now have a bouncing, beautiful little baby boy named Samuel Michael.
Thanks to everybody for all the kind words and support that we have received both over the weekend and this week. Amanda is recovering great and big sis Ella (still weird to say that, but it's fact now!) couldn't be more proud to have baby brother finally out and be able to kiss his little forehead.*
*Although she's had a cold so we are really trying to limit that action for a while. How about kissing your brother's toes?
And speaking of little Ms. E--we did have our first daycare field trip to Wonderscope on Monday. She was SO excited to get on the school bus. I did have a little "flash-forward" in my mind about seeing her go off to school in a school bus for the first time and thought I better pull back a little bit---she's only *2* right now, that's still a ways off.* I loved sitting with her on the bus--we really had fun pointing out everything outside and saying hi to all the trains and the different scenery. After a quick orientation of the joint, Ella and kids all ran hog wild throughout. Ella's favorite room is the "Raceways" room, which is really more about physics than anything, but it involves a lot of golf balls and plenty of ways to roll the ball on different kinds of tracks and cones. She continued to play in this room for almost an hour I think. It finally took some her fellow "school mates" to lure her to some of the other rooms. We played in the "grocery store" room for a good chunk of the time and made fake pizzas, and also she said hi to the turtle and snake they had in one of the rooms as well. Overall it really was a great time and it was wonderful to see her interact with some of her classmates for an extended period time. Plus I hope that she enjoyed finally getting to spend some time with her Dad since he'd been away for 3 days to the hospital!
*much like another post from me in the span of a week.
A couple of quick notes:
What a great few days it has been for my sports:
1. KU beat the "tar" out of UNC Saturday night and then went on Monday to play a GREAT game and stage a beautiful comeback against Memphis. Its been a VERY long time since one of the teams that I follow has actually WON a championship. Mainly the '88 Jayhawks and the '85 Royals. It felt pretty good!
2. The Royals are off to a tremendous start---5-2 as I type this and defeated those hated Yankees on Tuesday at the Home Opener. Although it was cold and nasty---very UNLIKE baseball weather. The upside? My beer NEVER got warm. And that new "crown vision" wow---FINALLY a professional scoreboard.
3. Carl Edwards won his 3rd race of the season...his THIRD! We aren't even a 1/4 of the way into the season and he already has matched his win total from last year. Congrats Carl---now just do it at Kansas Speedway! And can I just say I LOVE that Aflac paint scheme?
Seriously? I have to start mowing again?
All this typing has pooped me out. I think I'm going to take a siesta!
Ta ta!
So, wow, life sure has been in fast forward---and it's hard to believe it at the moment because it's so quiet in the house right now. Amanda is taking a nap, Sam's doing the same, and Ella is doing the same, albeit at daycare. So I am awake and at home awaiting for the sounds of life to return.
But as the challenge was previously thrown out by Amanda, here is a post by me finally!*
*You know, its funny, I set out to create this blog for more posts by me than Amanda, guess how THAT turned out.
So I'm officially a father of two now. And everything is Even Steven in the house again, two guys, two gals. It's almost a challenge to think if we have one more which sex is going to be the outnumbered one, but in all likelihood, it should be viewed more as the kids outnumbering the parents, and frankly, that's just scary.
I must tell you all that I am so proud of Amanda. This entire ordeal was so complete not-by-the-textbook that she really could have been thrown for a loop. Instead, she was thrown for a loop with an Ambien and some pain meds, all to help her sleep when really all it did was "loosen things up" and put her right in the throws of hard labor with no going back! Epidural? Yeah, right! We woke up from a dead sleep and it was BABY TIME! Poor thing. She did AWESOME--she dug down deep and found strength she didn't even know she had. And thanks to her, even though it was without drugs--we now have a bouncing, beautiful little baby boy named Samuel Michael.
Thanks to everybody for all the kind words and support that we have received both over the weekend and this week. Amanda is recovering great and big sis Ella (still weird to say that, but it's fact now!) couldn't be more proud to have baby brother finally out and be able to kiss his little forehead.*
*Although she's had a cold so we are really trying to limit that action for a while. How about kissing your brother's toes?
And speaking of little Ms. E--we did have our first daycare field trip to Wonderscope on Monday. She was SO excited to get on the school bus. I did have a little "flash-forward" in my mind about seeing her go off to school in a school bus for the first time and thought I better pull back a little bit---she's only *2* right now, that's still a ways off.* I loved sitting with her on the bus--we really had fun pointing out everything outside and saying hi to all the trains and the different scenery. After a quick orientation of the joint, Ella and kids all ran hog wild throughout. Ella's favorite room is the "Raceways" room, which is really more about physics than anything, but it involves a lot of golf balls and plenty of ways to roll the ball on different kinds of tracks and cones. She continued to play in this room for almost an hour I think. It finally took some her fellow "school mates" to lure her to some of the other rooms. We played in the "grocery store" room for a good chunk of the time and made fake pizzas, and also she said hi to the turtle and snake they had in one of the rooms as well. Overall it really was a great time and it was wonderful to see her interact with some of her classmates for an extended period time. Plus I hope that she enjoyed finally getting to spend some time with her Dad since he'd been away for 3 days to the hospital!
*much like another post from me in the span of a week.
A couple of quick notes:
What a great few days it has been for my sports:
1. KU beat the "tar" out of UNC Saturday night and then went on Monday to play a GREAT game and stage a beautiful comeback against Memphis. Its been a VERY long time since one of the teams that I follow has actually WON a championship. Mainly the '88 Jayhawks and the '85 Royals. It felt pretty good!
2. The Royals are off to a tremendous start---5-2 as I type this and defeated those hated Yankees on Tuesday at the Home Opener. Although it was cold and nasty---very UNLIKE baseball weather. The upside? My beer NEVER got warm. And that new "crown vision" wow---FINALLY a professional scoreboard.
3. Carl Edwards won his 3rd race of the season...his THIRD! We aren't even a 1/4 of the way into the season and he already has matched his win total from last year. Congrats Carl---now just do it at Kansas Speedway! And can I just say I LOVE that Aflac paint scheme?
Seriously? I have to start mowing again?
All this typing has pooped me out. I think I'm going to take a siesta!
Ta ta!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
So Good to Be Home
So happy to be home and in our own space. We are slowly adjusting to having two kids. Sam is sleeping in decent spurts, so that has helped. While we are tired, his past few nights have been bearable, nothing like the first few nights we experienced with Ella. She is doing good and really seems to enjoy having Sam around.
Last night, Mike enjoyed a guy's evening watching KU, so I was left alone with the two kids and had the responsibility of getting both to bed. Sam wanted to do nothing but eat and only wanted to be held, and Ella was being a dawdler who also wanted her space on mom's lap. Mike is heading to the Royal's home opener today, so I'll have more one on one time with the kids.
A few more pics have been posted, and I'm hoping to get Mike to blog about Ella's field trip since he accompanied her. She was so excited to tell me about her ride on the school bus and her time at Wonderscope. Mike also got some adorable pics, but those will have to wait to be posted until he writes about their experience.
Sam is sleeping. I better squeeze in my shower while I have the time.
Last night, Mike enjoyed a guy's evening watching KU, so I was left alone with the two kids and had the responsibility of getting both to bed. Sam wanted to do nothing but eat and only wanted to be held, and Ella was being a dawdler who also wanted her space on mom's lap. Mike is heading to the Royal's home opener today, so I'll have more one on one time with the kids.
A few more pics have been posted, and I'm hoping to get Mike to blog about Ella's field trip since he accompanied her. She was so excited to tell me about her ride on the school bus and her time at Wonderscope. Mike also got some adorable pics, but those will have to wait to be posted until he writes about their experience.
Sam is sleeping. I better squeeze in my shower while I have the time.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Quiet Day
Another day at the hospital is coming to an end and Sam is just waking up. The poor guy definitely has his days and nights confused. He has been a quiet angel all day and as the day turns to night he seems to find his lungs. I can't blame him today. He had quite the day, nurses and staff poking on him and even endured his circumcision, which went well and the doc said Sam handled quite well.
Goodness this post was started about 12 hours ago. It's now Sunday morning and we are heading home sometime today. How, we have missed our little girl! Thanks to L&G who brought her up repeatedly to see us. It was always so good to see her smiling face walk through the door. She instantly wanted to see baby brother and give him a kiss on the forehead. She would repeat this multiple times during her visits. I tried to get her to take a walk last night as I had spent entirely too much time looking at the same four walls, but we didn't even round the corner before she said she wanted to go back to baby brother. Goodbyes have been hard on her, and me to be honest. She instantly broke out into tears yesterday when she learned it was time to go. She said she wanted to stay with baby brother. I started to tear up as well, so we shared a big hug and she bravely walked out the door.
As for sleep, we have gotten a few solid hours here and there, mainly because we took advantage of the nursery. While my head knew it was the smart thing to do, my heart didn't. I sobbed as the nurse wheeled Sam away the first night, yet I had asked her to do this. After a brief quality cry and with Mike's comforting words, I quickly found dreamland for four hours before the nurse brought him back for a feeding. While I will miss the great nurses and the resources here at the hospital, I am more than ready to be under one roof as a family.
Goodness this post was started about 12 hours ago. It's now Sunday morning and we are heading home sometime today. How, we have missed our little girl! Thanks to L&G who brought her up repeatedly to see us. It was always so good to see her smiling face walk through the door. She instantly wanted to see baby brother and give him a kiss on the forehead. She would repeat this multiple times during her visits. I tried to get her to take a walk last night as I had spent entirely too much time looking at the same four walls, but we didn't even round the corner before she said she wanted to go back to baby brother. Goodbyes have been hard on her, and me to be honest. She instantly broke out into tears yesterday when she learned it was time to go. She said she wanted to stay with baby brother. I started to tear up as well, so we shared a big hug and she bravely walked out the door.
As for sleep, we have gotten a few solid hours here and there, mainly because we took advantage of the nursery. While my head knew it was the smart thing to do, my heart didn't. I sobbed as the nurse wheeled Sam away the first night, yet I had asked her to do this. After a brief quality cry and with Mike's comforting words, I quickly found dreamland for four hours before the nurse brought him back for a feeding. While I will miss the great nurses and the resources here at the hospital, I am more than ready to be under one roof as a family.
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