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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Point and Shoot

My cousin Casey stained and painted this adorable table and chair set for the babies as their "big brother/big sister" gifts....they are LOVING sitting in the little chairs, eating at the table, pushing the chairs around the room, rearranging them, climbing on them...etc.  After their nap today, they lined the chairs up in front of the TV, and were sitting in them talking to each other.  I heard Hayden telling Bubby, "We sit together because we are friends."  I grabbed my little point and shoot camera and snuck around the corner to take their picture....and these are the pics I got.  Looking at them cracks me up, and reminds me why we bought a better camera.  Two year olds are WAY too fast for a point and shoot....they move twelve times between the flashing of the red eye reduction thing and when the camera actually takes the picture.  I will remember this next time I am trying to sneak up on a photo opportunity!! 
p.s.  How about Hayden's naptime hair?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Winston Churchill

I believe my baby is beautiful...she has a perfectly round little head, and the prettiest colored skin...her little eyes are so alert, and she already looks at me like she understands everything I am saying.  She tracks things with her eyes, which are a dark blue gray.   (which means they'll probably turn brown like her mommy's....which is fine with least one of my kids will look like they came from me!)  She has more hair than either of my other babies had, and it already curls a little bit on the back of her head.  She has long, pretty fingers, and tiny feet.  
But recently, she has started spitting up, and acting a little fussy.  I am TERRIFIED she will be a reflux vomiter like her sissy was, because I spent nine months covered in spit up the last go round.  None of Hayden's adorable outfits ever got seen by anyone, because she was always covered with a bib or burp cloth. (and in a pinch, or when she'd already puked on everything else, sometimes she had an old dish rag tucked into her collar...oh well!) 
So you might be asking yourself why this blog post is titled "Winston Churchill"...well, her little upset tummy leads her to make some pretty weird faces.  They crack us up, but have led people to make some pretty funny comments.  Today my grandpa told me she looked like Don Rickles.  And tonight, my mom and dad decided she looked more like Winston Churchill.  Not exactly the kind of thing you want to be said to you regarding your baby girl.  If she would just stop grimacing so much, people would stop comparing her to old men!!  As funny as this whole thing is....I am worried the faces and the crying mean she is in pain, or her tummy hurts....she has to be held in some weird positions sometimes to make her happy, thus the picture you see here.  Every time my mom tried to lay her back, she cried.  As long as she propped her up like this, slouched over, she was happy as a clam, and slept just fine.  Hopefully this phase passes....of course, she's eating just fine, so she can't feel THAT bad! 


I am sure you are looking at this photo and wondering what in the world is going on....this morning Cale came to find me, and told me, "Mommy, my diaper fell off"....I looked down to see his jammies still on, and wondered what he was talking about....until I saw him bending over, trying to grab his diaper and stuff it back in his pant leg.  I just about died laughing!!  The diaper was so full and heavy that it totally separated from the waistband, and fell out of his jammie bottoms.  When I took off his shorts to change him, the little velcro tabs were stuck to about an inch strip of diaper, and it was torn completely off below that point.  He couldn't understand why I was laughing so hard, but he was really proud of himself because he thought he did something super funny! 

Saturday, August 22, 2009

"Wimmin Poo!"

Tonight we hung out with the Zunker's at Aunt Joyce's "Wimmin Poo".  The babies were SO excited to go....and kept talking about swimming with Parks and Davis at "The ant's house"...I spell it "ant", because we are pretty sure they thought we were talking about an actual ant.  I wonder if they were surprised when we got there!!!  It was such laid back fun....grilling (that Daniel's dad did, leaving us all to visit...THANK YOU!!) and swimming with the babies.  It is only three weeks post c-section for me, so I am not allowed in the pool yet, but I enjoyed sitting on the side and helping the babies in and out...Hayden told me on the way over there: "I am going to catch my daddy!"....she loves that Daddy throws her in the air in the pool and catches her as she jumps in from the side.  Cale is not so adventurous in the water yet.  He tolerates being drug around in a floaty for about ten minutes, and then asks to get out so he can explore the yard.  (And climb on stuff he's not supposed to climb on!)  It's hard work watching two busy two year olds around a pool, but so fun to see how much they are starting to enjoy things like this...someday I will remember them swimming in their little swim diapers, with their faces stained red from watermelon and I will miss these summers from when they were tiny and so full of I vow to enjoy every minute of it!!  

Friday, August 21, 2009

First haircut!!

Cale got his first real big boy haircut opposed to the the actual "first" time his hair was cut, which basically entailed Mimi chasing after him with sewing scissors, desperately trying to trim his scraggly mullet.  We took him to a cute little kids' hair cut place, because I wanted the first time to be I wanted him to be distracted enough by the racecar chairs and kids movies that he wouldn't scream like a girl when the haircut started.  Luckily, two other little boys were ahead of him, so we had to play in the salon for awhile before it was our turn....the babies colored in coloring books, wrote on the chalkboard wall, rode a little car, and ran around using their outside voice....By the time she was ready for Cale, he was right at home.  He picked a little black race car to sit in, and did way better than I thought he would.  As soon as she had the apron on him, he started saying "I get down."  We told him it wouldn't take long, so that quickly changed to "I get down in a minute."  He actually sat still, and looked down when she told him to.  Mommy is a little sad, because his baby mullet is gone and he looks like a big boy!  Hayden's comment was: "Bubby!  You look like a handsome!" and she's right....he does!! 

This morning my sweet friend Dawn came over to take pics of baby Livi....she is interested in photography like me, and I was hoping to be in a few pictures, so...rather than take a bunch of Livi by myself, I enlisted Dawn's help.  This "photoshoot" went awry from the get go....I got up early to get all three babies ready, and prepped the big babies about being in the photos with Livi.  I set out a bunch of blankets, hats and props to use during our photoshoot...I tested out the light in the nursery to make sure it was bright enough....when Dawn walked in the door, Hayden ripped the bow off her head, started bawling, and threw herself on the floor.  I knew right then we were going to be fighting an uphill battle!!  Livi wanted to nurse the ENTIRE time.  When we decided to take some cute naked pics, Livi decided to unload her bladder about three times...all over me, herself, and her rocker.  If you're laughing, just wait!  It gets worse!  Dawn was in the process of taking some adorable pictures of Livi on the rocker when the pooping was like a California mudslide in the nursery.  The twins are crying, and covered in melted M&M's (that were used as bribery to get them to "kiss the baby" in some pictures) By this time, we're laughing hysterically (because it was so ridiculously crazy....we'd cry if we didn't laugh)  After a load of laundry, a bath for Livi, and some more nursing to calm her down, we actually got some cute pics.  Here are a few preview pictures for my readers to check out....I took about ten with my own camera just so I would have a few to play with using my photo editing would never believe by looking at this serene baby how HORRIBLY she cooperated this morning!! 

Monday, August 17, 2009

My little Rembrandts...

So I have been feeling more than just a little bit guilty about spending so much time with Livi while I have two two year olds that still need me....They don't understand why someone is always on my lap when they want their mommy.  I want them to feel special, and get to do fun kid things even though there is a tiny baby at home.  Shawn and I have made an effort to do special things for them in the last couple of weeks to make the transition easier: going to the park, going to get ice cream, playing outside, etc....but those things are next to impossible to do while I am home alone with three kids under two and a half!  So today, when Livi finally decided she had nursed enough (which is rare) I got out some watercolors and paper and showed them how to paint.  I am embarrassed to admit this is the first time we've done this, but it's better late than never!  I had to squelch my OCD impulses, since the first half of our "painting" experiment consisted of getting the brushes wet and mixing all the colors together in the tray.  (something that I considered a Defcon 5 offense when I taught kindergarten!)  Once we realized that the paint goes on the paper (as opposed to the floor and our legs) they really had a good time!  I loved watching them paint, and listening to their commentary as they created.....Doing this made me realize I should have done it sooner...I think they are going to love art just like their momma!  They were so excited to show each other what they were painting...and kept telling each other "Look Sissy!  I made a big dinosaur!" or "I made a road!!" It was lots and lots of fun especially since watercolors come off of cabinets and floors!  

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Visit from the Zunkers

Last night the Zunkers came over for dinner and to squeeze on baby Livi....and when I say "squeeze" I literally mean "squeeze"....Parks and Davis LOVED Livi and wanted to hold her the whole time....they are WAY more interested in her than Hayden and Cale are...when Amy tried to pry Livi away from Davis, he could hardly stand it...he kept saying "Please?, please??" It was so cute!! Livi enjoyed being held (as always) but got a little confused and tried to nurse on Davis' face...clearly she has a one track mind!! 

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Two weeks old...

I took Livi to the pediatrician this morning for her first visit.....and quickly learned that taking one baby to the doctor is WAY easier than taking two!  I'm not sure how I survived the newborn phase with two, but apparently I did, since I have two two year olds to prove it!  I fed Livi before we left the house, but sure enough, the minute we sat down in the waiting room she decided she was hungry....I am not nearly comfortable (or granola) enough to whip it out and feed her in front of people, so she got an emergency bottle of formula, which she sucked down in about fifteen seconds.  She has done nothing but nurse since we left the hospital, so I was hoping she had regained her birth weight....which she did!  She weighed in at a considerable nine pounds nine ounces.  She is in the 95th percentile in both length and weight, so it is looking like Shawn will end up with two daughters who are six feet tall!  We're just going to keep our fingers crossed that Cale grows taller than these two girlies. 
Livi was SO good at the doctor...didn't cry at all during her shot, but hated her PKU test. She cried and cried, but fell asleep while I was checking out and stayed asleep for a few hours afterward.  Besides the fact that she has a little infected tear duct (just like Cale did) she got a perfect bill of health!!  So far, she is a PERFECT baby....sleeps all night and eats wonderfully....we are keeping our fingers crossed that this lasts!!  

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Livi is here!

I can't believe a week has already gone by since Livi's arrival....and I REALLY can't believe I'm actually sitting down long enough to blog about it!  I feel like I am sitting all the time, just with a baby in my lap...I guess being born at 9 pounds 8 ounces means you like to eat. :)
Last week at this time I was checking into the hospital...very different than my last birth.  Last time I stayed overnight trying to induce labor, and in the morning we decided I was going to have a c-section, so I walked down to the operating room.  This time, I checked in and went straight to recovery, where they started my I.V. and asked a bunch of crazy questions that they don't allow your husband to hear the answers to.  (Which was super funny to us at the time.....when Shawn got back there, I told him that I told the nurse that the father's last name was "Hatter" spelled 
"J-a-c-k-s-o-n".  I guess the nerves made me a little hysterical, because everything was funny.  After waiting a few hours, we walked into the operating room, where my epidural had to be done twice since I kept feeling it only in my right side....which TERRIFIED me because I didn't want to feel them sawing open my left side!  The anesthesiologist was so fun, and he and the nurse really helped me relax before they started.  All my limbs started tingling (the weirdest feeling EVER) and my mom and Shawn got to come in....I was talking about how I was worried that I needed more in my epidural, and my doctor looked at me over the curtain and said, "Honey, I already made the incision."  I guess I was numb enough....I was just worried I would feel SOMETHING, and I didn't want to feel ANYTHING.  It took her about ten minutes, and then we heard, "Oh my gosh! She's huge! It's a HUGE baby!!" and I got worried.....were they talking a big baby or genetic abnormality big?  It felt like my doctor was standing on my chest to pull her out, too!  The doctor's first guess was TWELVE pounds....I would have been more surprised if I wasn't so coked out of my mind that I could only keep one eye open.  They showed her to me, and sure enough, she was HUGE...not twelve pounds huge, but 9lbs. 8oz, which is pretty big regardless!  After I got over the shock of that, I realized it was a GOOD thing...meaning that was less weight for me to lose! Yippee!! We got out of surgery, and Kelly was waiting for us, so the four of us talked and laughed in recovery for a couple of hours...usually they let only one person in recovery with you, but it was EMPTY, so I guess they didn't care.....Our hospital stay was okay....I got horrible gas pains in my back and side again this time, so one night was MISERABLE....they tried everything to get them to go away, and I mean everything.  I will spare my readers the details, but it was not fun.  Luckily, they went away the next day, and they let us out of the hospital a day early!  We were so ready to get home and see our babies....who are adjusting very nicely indeed.  They are supremely interested in the baby, and nursing in general, which is funny.  Their comments have been very interesting.  So far, Livi is perfect!  She hardly ever cries, is SO alert, has to be woken up at night to eat, loves being held, smiles in her sleep, and is a great nurser.  I keep hoping this lasts, and she doesn't get a whole lot crankier when she wakes up next week...
We still can't believe we have THREE kids....last week she wasn't here, and now we can't imagine a world without her....