Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
The Good. The Bad. The Ugly.
The Good...
I got Grants birth announcements today. They are darling.
Jenny and Larry got married this weekend. It was beautiful.
Lauren (my sil), gave me the most beautiful baby blanket that she made.
I have chocolate chip cookie dough in my fridge, ready to be baked.
I am finally catching up on all of my laundry.
I look 6 months pregnant now instead of 8.
Blake drew me the cutest Halloween pictures this morning.
Grant is here, and I get to hold him a lot.
Dave is in town this week.
I love Dave. This is the best year of our marriage so far :)
My milk (breast that is) has finally regulated and I no longer feel like my chest is going to explode at any given moment.
We are making mini pizza's for dinner tonight.
My dad is coming on Friday.
The Bad...
Grant's right ear failed the third hearing screening. I have to take him in for more extensive testing on Monday the 3rd. He has to be sleep deprived AND hungry for the test and it takes two hours. I hope it is just fluid...
I have chocolate chip cookie dough in my fridge, ready to be baked, and I have already eaten too many cookies.
There is only one room that is truly *clean* in my house.
We got our insurance claim statements in the mail today. I was unaware that we are responsible for 20% co-pay on all of the maternity/newborn care. YIKES.
I now have to mail out all the birth announcements.
My Mummy is really sick with a NASTY cold.
I neglected to take ANY photos of my kids in their darling outfits at Jenny and Larry's wedding, OR of Jenny and Larry. (Lauren, you will have to let me steal some of yours!).
The numbness has now spread to four of my five fingers on my right hand.
The Ugly.
Nothing. It could always be worse right? Although my postpartum belly DEFINITELY fits into this category. I am going to go have another cookie now.
I got Grants birth announcements today. They are darling.
Jenny and Larry got married this weekend. It was beautiful.
Lauren (my sil), gave me the most beautiful baby blanket that she made.
I have chocolate chip cookie dough in my fridge, ready to be baked.
I am finally catching up on all of my laundry.
I look 6 months pregnant now instead of 8.
Blake drew me the cutest Halloween pictures this morning.
Grant is here, and I get to hold him a lot.
Dave is in town this week.
I love Dave. This is the best year of our marriage so far :)
My milk (breast that is) has finally regulated and I no longer feel like my chest is going to explode at any given moment.
We are making mini pizza's for dinner tonight.
My dad is coming on Friday.
The Bad...
Grant's right ear failed the third hearing screening. I have to take him in for more extensive testing on Monday the 3rd. He has to be sleep deprived AND hungry for the test and it takes two hours. I hope it is just fluid...
I have chocolate chip cookie dough in my fridge, ready to be baked, and I have already eaten too many cookies.
There is only one room that is truly *clean* in my house.
We got our insurance claim statements in the mail today. I was unaware that we are responsible for 20% co-pay on all of the maternity/newborn care. YIKES.
I now have to mail out all the birth announcements.
My Mummy is really sick with a NASTY cold.
I neglected to take ANY photos of my kids in their darling outfits at Jenny and Larry's wedding, OR of Jenny and Larry. (Lauren, you will have to let me steal some of yours!).
The numbness has now spread to four of my five fingers on my right hand.
The Ugly.
Nothing. It could always be worse right? Although my postpartum belly DEFINITELY fits into this category. I am going to go have another cookie now.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Monday, Monday.
Dave left this morning for a business trip. He will be gone until Thursday night. GAME ON! It was a hectic day but we got through it. I didn't really feel like being on my own quite so soon but I guess it will be a regular occurrence so I have to get used to it!
I took Grant for a hearing screening today. His left ear passed in the hospital but his right ear didn't. I wasn't too anxious about it. I guess it is common for babies to have fluid in their ear that can cause them to fail.
The audiologist did the test once, twice, three times, each time fiddling with the earpiece, once saying "I am just trying to see if we can get this in well enough to pass"... tick, tock, tick... each test I grew more and more anxious. He had a stern look on his face and didn't say anything else. Fourth test... then he moved onto the other ear, tested it a couple times, same stern look. Quite a lot of time had gone by without a word and more of a furrowed brow. By this point I was trying to hold it together, preparing myself for the worst and wishing Dave was there in case the news was bad.
He then told me he got the same result as they did in the hospital. Left ear passed, right failed.
He did another test to see how much Grant's eardrum moved. It didn't move very much which leads him to believe that he may still have fluid in his ear. I bring him back in a week for a retest. If he fails again in the right ear, I will see an ENT specialist for further tests. Maybe a tube down the road when he is bigger? At this point it is too soon to tell.
My Mum happens to be in deaf education. And studied audiology to a degree so it is comforting to have her advice and opinions in this type of situation.
I spent a good part of this evening cooing into Grants left ear, singing "You are my sunshine" and nuzzling him. I am so grateful that he can hear me, and if only in the one ear, I am grateful for that tonight.
I took Grant for a hearing screening today. His left ear passed in the hospital but his right ear didn't. I wasn't too anxious about it. I guess it is common for babies to have fluid in their ear that can cause them to fail.
The audiologist did the test once, twice, three times, each time fiddling with the earpiece, once saying "I am just trying to see if we can get this in well enough to pass"... tick, tock, tick... each test I grew more and more anxious. He had a stern look on his face and didn't say anything else. Fourth test... then he moved onto the other ear, tested it a couple times, same stern look. Quite a lot of time had gone by without a word and more of a furrowed brow. By this point I was trying to hold it together, preparing myself for the worst and wishing Dave was there in case the news was bad.
He then told me he got the same result as they did in the hospital. Left ear passed, right failed.
He did another test to see how much Grant's eardrum moved. It didn't move very much which leads him to believe that he may still have fluid in his ear. I bring him back in a week for a retest. If he fails again in the right ear, I will see an ENT specialist for further tests. Maybe a tube down the road when he is bigger? At this point it is too soon to tell.
My Mum happens to be in deaf education. And studied audiology to a degree so it is comforting to have her advice and opinions in this type of situation.
I spent a good part of this evening cooing into Grants left ear, singing "You are my sunshine" and nuzzling him. I am so grateful that he can hear me, and if only in the one ear, I am grateful for that tonight.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Proposition 8
I believe in respecting people. What if those rights pertain to those of us who are religious? It seems rights are only rights if they are "politically correct".
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Adjusting.
If you have called and left a message and I haven't called you back, please know that I appreciate your call and plan to get back to you soon! I am spending most of my time nursing (Grant is turning out to be the SLOWEST NURSER EVER!), changing, doing tons of laundry and some cleaning and at the same time, trying to catch up on the mega amounts of sleep I am missing so that my body can heal, which seems to be happening a lot slower than I would like. It isn't that I don't love you :) I am almost never near my phone or busy and miss what seems like 75 percent of the calls coming in.
Thanks to all of my awesome friends and neighbors who have brought in meals or have sent their congratulations and good luck. You truly can't know how much your love means to me. It lifts me when I am having a hard time and I am so blessed to have such wonderful friends!
Grant is doing great! He wants to eat all day which has been kind of hard, since nursing is always so painful for me at first and it doesn't leave a lot of time to get anything else done or spend much time with the kids. His jaundice seems to have gotten much better which is a relief. He is having more wakeful periods during the day and sleeping at night in between feedings pretty well although the feedings themselves seem to be taking forever.
Blake and Sydney have been great throughout all of this upheaval. Sydney seems to be a little more clingy than usual and moodier but they are both so sweet to the baby and haven't been acting out at all.
Dave is travelling most of next week which makes me pretty nervous to be on my own so soon. I guess I will have to get used to it at some point or another! I still can't believe his work only gave him two days off - both of which I spent in the hospital. I have been asking him to ask them for at least another day. The fact that he doesn't feel comfortable doing this when he is gone so often makes me furious - what? a family company? Hmpf.
My carpal tunnel is still pretty bad. The pain in my wrists seems to be getting a little better though so I think that is a good sign!
My sil Jenny's wedding is coming up next Saturday. I am hoping to NOT look 7 months preggo at that point but things don't look great. I can't believe how preggers I still look!!!
Her wedding announcements have gone out and they are beautiful. I guess that means I can share a few of my favorites now...
The winner for the announcement was:
And one more of Grant. Because I can't get enough of watching his faces while he is sleeping...
And just for the record... I miss my Mummy.
Thanks to all of my awesome friends and neighbors who have brought in meals or have sent their congratulations and good luck. You truly can't know how much your love means to me. It lifts me when I am having a hard time and I am so blessed to have such wonderful friends!
Grant is doing great! He wants to eat all day which has been kind of hard, since nursing is always so painful for me at first and it doesn't leave a lot of time to get anything else done or spend much time with the kids. His jaundice seems to have gotten much better which is a relief. He is having more wakeful periods during the day and sleeping at night in between feedings pretty well although the feedings themselves seem to be taking forever.
Blake and Sydney have been great throughout all of this upheaval. Sydney seems to be a little more clingy than usual and moodier but they are both so sweet to the baby and haven't been acting out at all.
Dave is travelling most of next week which makes me pretty nervous to be on my own so soon. I guess I will have to get used to it at some point or another! I still can't believe his work only gave him two days off - both of which I spent in the hospital. I have been asking him to ask them for at least another day. The fact that he doesn't feel comfortable doing this when he is gone so often makes me furious - what? a family company? Hmpf.
My carpal tunnel is still pretty bad. The pain in my wrists seems to be getting a little better though so I think that is a good sign!
My sil Jenny's wedding is coming up next Saturday. I am hoping to NOT look 7 months preggo at that point but things don't look great. I can't believe how preggers I still look!!!
Her wedding announcements have gone out and they are beautiful. I guess that means I can share a few of my favorites now...
The winner for the announcement was:
And one more of Grant. Because I can't get enough of watching his faces while he is sleeping...
And just for the record... I miss my Mummy.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Really?
Getting three kids out the door (one being a newborn), into a small car not meant for that many car seats, to get Blake to school on time was hard enough - Sydney throwing up all over the carpet on her way to the bathroom was a little over the top. Is there some lesson that I am just not learning here?
If I get this baby through the cold and flu season without RSV, it will be a miracle.
If I get this baby through the cold and flu season without RSV, it will be a miracle.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
More Grant Cuteness + Birth Story
My Mum left today. I wasn't prepared for it and found myself bursting into tears as soon as the door shut. She has been such a big help to me through all the nursing struggles (I always have a ton of pain for about the first month), carpal tunnel, swollen elephant feet (when is THAT going to go away), and last night, a trip to the ER till 3:30 in the morning to deal with some, *ahem* post-natal digestion issues, to put it delicately. I won't say more than that other than it was much, much worse than three hours on pitocin and evil contractions.
So instead of wallowing, I am going to update and ignore the fact that my hands and wrists are simultaneously on fire and completely numb.
So we go to the hospital at 7 am on Thursday morning. I hadn't slept more than an hour all night due to how badly my wrists and hands were hurting and was quite tired and hoping to sleep.
They started the pitocin drip around 8 am. That evil, but thankfully labor inducing drug. I decided I was going to try and hold out on the epidural as long as possible to lessen my chances of needing a c-section. It was three hours of h-e-double hockey sticks. I had the worst back labor, front labor, oh - my - word. What people who have never experienced pitocin don't realize is that usually causes you to have the same kind of contractions you would experience if you were dilated to an 8, only they are usually one on top of the other and there is little relief in between.
I am pretty proud of myself for lasting as long as I did. Finally the nurse gently let me know that she didn't think I would be a big risk for a c-section at that point, especially since it was my third. I was ready to go.
I got to a five after maybe an hour, hour and a half and then stayed at a five for what seemed like forever. At some point my blood pressure dropped quite a bit as did the baby's. They put me on oxygen and gave me a shot of ephedrine to try and bring it up. It worked. I kicked Dave out of the room because I wanted to sleep and he wanted to watch CNN so he and his mom and dad went out to the foyer while I tried to get some rest. TRIED. Sometime around 3pm, I started to feel the contractions a lot more and a lot of pressure. I was thinking perhaps my epidural was wearing off (I had sensation throughout a lot of the labor but with no real pain) but decided to call the nurse in to check. Sure enough I was at 10 and they prepped for me to push.
Push, push and push I did. I really expected this delivery to be like Syd's - easy and easier. Laugh and he is out. NO WAY. I was pushing for all it was worth for about 20 minutes to a half an hour. Everyone was coaching me, Dave's mom, Dave, nurses, doc, baby nurse... I didn't know that my pushing was causing the baby's heart rate to drop and so they were all a little nervous. Finally after feeling like I couldn't do it for one more second, he was coming. Face up, and the cord wrapped around his neck. He was born at 3:58 pm, and was 9lbs, 7oz. and 21 inches long.
The doctor said he didn't know many women who could push out a 9lb 7oz. baby face up :)
The put him on me while Dave cut the cord. I bawled from elation, exhaustion, happiness...
Then whisked him to the warmer. He wasn't breathing the way he should have been and they suspected he had some fluid in his lungs. The suctioned him, let me hold him for a minute and then took him straight to the nursery to make sure he was ok, Dave when with them.
I waited and waited and waited. After about 45 min. to an hour, Dave's mom came in I had her go see where my baby was. She came back in and said he was doing ok and that they were going to wait until I could walk to take me down to the mother/baby floor and see him. WHAT? I was still quite a way's away from that and I wanted my baby! She was a great advocate and argued for me to have them bring him up to me. Soon after he came and I got to really hold my little Grant.
His little face was so swollen from his face up journey when he was first born, he looked completely different after they brought him back to me (see the photos!). Dave's family all came in and we all marveled at the new addition to our family.
He is such a good baby. He sleeps almost non-stop. Seriously. I know all newborns sleep most of the time but he is literally awake for maybe 10 minutes total (besides when eating and being changed). When he is awake, he is so still and just looks around the room with these big wide eyes like he is taking it all in. He is the sweetest baby in the world and every time I hold him, he makes me completely happy.
Nursing wise, he is a sleepy nurser (not like Syd who was ten minutes total and full and happy as a clam). This makes for long feeding sessions and very little sleep for me so I am finding recovery pretty elusive at this point. I have been having to use the pump (which finally seems to be working for me) more than I would like as I can't seem to wake him up before I am pretty uncomfortable.
He weighed in at 8lbs, 13oz yesterday at the peds., his billi levels were a little higher then when he left the hospital but since my milk is in, they don't think they will rise anymore which means no more foot pricking. YEY! He will be my first baby to not need treatment for jaundice.
Blake is SO in love with his brother. He wants to hold him non-stop and just sits there and stares at him and smiles. Syd is less interested but so cute with him just the same.
My Mum was such a great help when she was here. And so good with the kids. She plays games with them, takes them with her on errands, made paper dolls with Syd, did homework with Blake, even cleaned and organized my playroom which was no small job. Not to mention is there to support me and rub my back and give me a hug whenever I am struggling with something. She loves new babies just as much as I do and was soaking up little Grant as much as she could. I wish more than anything that she could be closer but I am so grateful to have had her here even for this short time.
Dave hasn't been able to hold the little guy as much as he has wanted to between getting the kids out of the house for some peace and quiet and helping me, but he is so cute when he does. I think with each baby we have, he is more appreciative of this "brand new" stage. I can't imagine how hard it will be for him to have to start travelling again next week.
I am trying to savor this time. If I could stop time right now I would because I know every day he is getting bigger and changing. This is my favorite time. A newborn brings such happiness into the home. I can't seem to hold him enough, to breathe in his sweet scent enough, to stare at him and try to memorize what he was like at this time enough. But I will sure try.
There are few things cuter than baby feet. He loves to spread his toes! It is so funny!
His "just born" rolls are gone, replaced with skinny little chicken legs!
I always find it so cute how they are so small in this huge crib!
Ahchoo and Grant.
Little baby fists.
I am going to try to get him in the studio in the next couple days. If I can find the energy!
So instead of wallowing, I am going to update and ignore the fact that my hands and wrists are simultaneously on fire and completely numb.
So we go to the hospital at 7 am on Thursday morning. I hadn't slept more than an hour all night due to how badly my wrists and hands were hurting and was quite tired and hoping to sleep.
They started the pitocin drip around 8 am. That evil, but thankfully labor inducing drug. I decided I was going to try and hold out on the epidural as long as possible to lessen my chances of needing a c-section. It was three hours of h-e-double hockey sticks. I had the worst back labor, front labor, oh - my - word. What people who have never experienced pitocin don't realize is that usually causes you to have the same kind of contractions you would experience if you were dilated to an 8, only they are usually one on top of the other and there is little relief in between.
I am pretty proud of myself for lasting as long as I did. Finally the nurse gently let me know that she didn't think I would be a big risk for a c-section at that point, especially since it was my third. I was ready to go.
I got to a five after maybe an hour, hour and a half and then stayed at a five for what seemed like forever. At some point my blood pressure dropped quite a bit as did the baby's. They put me on oxygen and gave me a shot of ephedrine to try and bring it up. It worked. I kicked Dave out of the room because I wanted to sleep and he wanted to watch CNN so he and his mom and dad went out to the foyer while I tried to get some rest. TRIED. Sometime around 3pm, I started to feel the contractions a lot more and a lot of pressure. I was thinking perhaps my epidural was wearing off (I had sensation throughout a lot of the labor but with no real pain) but decided to call the nurse in to check. Sure enough I was at 10 and they prepped for me to push.
Push, push and push I did. I really expected this delivery to be like Syd's - easy and easier. Laugh and he is out. NO WAY. I was pushing for all it was worth for about 20 minutes to a half an hour. Everyone was coaching me, Dave's mom, Dave, nurses, doc, baby nurse... I didn't know that my pushing was causing the baby's heart rate to drop and so they were all a little nervous. Finally after feeling like I couldn't do it for one more second, he was coming. Face up, and the cord wrapped around his neck. He was born at 3:58 pm, and was 9lbs, 7oz. and 21 inches long.
The doctor said he didn't know many women who could push out a 9lb 7oz. baby face up :)
The put him on me while Dave cut the cord. I bawled from elation, exhaustion, happiness...
Then whisked him to the warmer. He wasn't breathing the way he should have been and they suspected he had some fluid in his lungs. The suctioned him, let me hold him for a minute and then took him straight to the nursery to make sure he was ok, Dave when with them.
I waited and waited and waited. After about 45 min. to an hour, Dave's mom came in I had her go see where my baby was. She came back in and said he was doing ok and that they were going to wait until I could walk to take me down to the mother/baby floor and see him. WHAT? I was still quite a way's away from that and I wanted my baby! She was a great advocate and argued for me to have them bring him up to me. Soon after he came and I got to really hold my little Grant.
His little face was so swollen from his face up journey when he was first born, he looked completely different after they brought him back to me (see the photos!). Dave's family all came in and we all marveled at the new addition to our family.
He is such a good baby. He sleeps almost non-stop. Seriously. I know all newborns sleep most of the time but he is literally awake for maybe 10 minutes total (besides when eating and being changed). When he is awake, he is so still and just looks around the room with these big wide eyes like he is taking it all in. He is the sweetest baby in the world and every time I hold him, he makes me completely happy.
Nursing wise, he is a sleepy nurser (not like Syd who was ten minutes total and full and happy as a clam). This makes for long feeding sessions and very little sleep for me so I am finding recovery pretty elusive at this point. I have been having to use the pump (which finally seems to be working for me) more than I would like as I can't seem to wake him up before I am pretty uncomfortable.
He weighed in at 8lbs, 13oz yesterday at the peds., his billi levels were a little higher then when he left the hospital but since my milk is in, they don't think they will rise anymore which means no more foot pricking. YEY! He will be my first baby to not need treatment for jaundice.
Blake is SO in love with his brother. He wants to hold him non-stop and just sits there and stares at him and smiles. Syd is less interested but so cute with him just the same.
My Mum was such a great help when she was here. And so good with the kids. She plays games with them, takes them with her on errands, made paper dolls with Syd, did homework with Blake, even cleaned and organized my playroom which was no small job. Not to mention is there to support me and rub my back and give me a hug whenever I am struggling with something. She loves new babies just as much as I do and was soaking up little Grant as much as she could. I wish more than anything that she could be closer but I am so grateful to have had her here even for this short time.
Dave hasn't been able to hold the little guy as much as he has wanted to between getting the kids out of the house for some peace and quiet and helping me, but he is so cute when he does. I think with each baby we have, he is more appreciative of this "brand new" stage. I can't imagine how hard it will be for him to have to start travelling again next week.
I am trying to savor this time. If I could stop time right now I would because I know every day he is getting bigger and changing. This is my favorite time. A newborn brings such happiness into the home. I can't seem to hold him enough, to breathe in his sweet scent enough, to stare at him and try to memorize what he was like at this time enough. But I will sure try.
There are few things cuter than baby feet. He loves to spread his toes! It is so funny!
His "just born" rolls are gone, replaced with skinny little chicken legs!
I always find it so cute how they are so small in this huge crib!
Ahchoo and Grant.
Little baby fists.
I am going to try to get him in the studio in the next couple days. If I can find the energy!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Welcome to (big) little Grant David.
Well, I am feeling super tired (hence the late pictures) and haven't really slept in four days now. I am working on that. Dealing with a lot of physical stuff and crazy hormones (if you called or texted and haven't heard from me that is why). My mum is here saving me from myself (as much as I will let her) BUT...
I am completely and utterly in love with my new baby boy. He is beautiful and sweet and I can't get enough of him (could literally hold him all day long and still not have enough).
He was 9 lbs 7 oz, 21 inches long and was born sunny side up after lots of hard pushing on my part. Details to come...
I am completely and utterly in love with my new baby boy. He is beautiful and sweet and I can't get enough of him (could literally hold him all day long and still not have enough).
He was 9 lbs 7 oz, 21 inches long and was born sunny side up after lots of hard pushing on my part. Details to come...
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
SO GUESS WHAT?????
THEY ARE INDUCING ME TOMORROW! WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!! Not sure where the mixup happened, I am almost positive they scheduled me for this Friday... but who cares. One more pregnant night and I get to hold my little whopper.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Four more days and counting.
I am not counting today because it will be over in a bit. Conference was awesome and uplifting. Britney just brought me over a yummy plate of pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies (I have the most caring neighbors and friends), Dave took the kids to his brothers for dinner. I wanted to join them but I couldn't find one solitary thing that would cover my massive belly, including in Daves closet of extra-large mens shirts so I decided to stay home and mope.
These days after I drop Blake off at school, and when Syd doesn't have preschool, I put on a movie for her and take a nap (with my door open so I can hear anything going on - I am a super light sleeper). This is an attempt to catch up on the sleep I missed all night. Sydney is so good about letting me sleep it makes me feel guilty. She will come and wake me up when her movie is done. On Friday, she came into my room, and touched my arm and said so very genuinely sympathetically, "I know... it is hard being pregnant".
I laughed and laughed and cuddled that cutest little thing. Sometimes she is so darling I can't stand it.
She also has been so quick to say "sowwy" whenever I correct her or let her know she shouldn't be doing something. And lately it has been followed up with "your beautiful" - she is our little flatterer. I must hear that 10 times a day. She is such an easy enjoyable child. I have found myself thinking lately that I am glad she has a late birthday and won't start school until she is almost six. I don't think I can bear the thought of my little girl being so grown up.
These days after I drop Blake off at school, and when Syd doesn't have preschool, I put on a movie for her and take a nap (with my door open so I can hear anything going on - I am a super light sleeper). This is an attempt to catch up on the sleep I missed all night. Sydney is so good about letting me sleep it makes me feel guilty. She will come and wake me up when her movie is done. On Friday, she came into my room, and touched my arm and said so very genuinely sympathetically, "I know... it is hard being pregnant".
I laughed and laughed and cuddled that cutest little thing. Sometimes she is so darling I can't stand it.
She also has been so quick to say "sowwy" whenever I correct her or let her know she shouldn't be doing something. And lately it has been followed up with "your beautiful" - she is our little flatterer. I must hear that 10 times a day. She is such an easy enjoyable child. I have found myself thinking lately that I am glad she has a late birthday and won't start school until she is almost six. I don't think I can bear the thought of my little girl being so grown up.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Happy Because...
-My sister is blogging now! Go say hi to her prettiness... (see Katie-did and the Ninja on my links list)
-My wonderful friend LeAnne brought me lunch today, out of the blue without even calling. A HUGE LUNCH for the kids and I (and plenty for Dave to munch on tonight). She just showed up. She didn't want me to have to get up to make lunch. Thank you, you sweet girl you!
-Tomorrow is Saturday which means Dave will be home to help with kids. AND it is conference weekend!
-Blake has been wearing his "cop" costume for most of the day. Commando. (I found his underpants lying on his floor). This was very funny to me and I promptly informed him that yes, policemen wear underpants under their uniform. And he looks darn cute in his costume. I just wish he would stop trying to "arrest" his sister and slap the handcuffs on her.
-It is raining. I love the rain. Especially when I am stuck inside anyway.
-We are having "smashed" potatoes for dinner. I love them. I once ate four of them. That is FOUR WHOLE POTATOES. That was all I had for dinner that night so I guess it isn't too bad... (I won't mention the entire container of sour cream I devoured with them).
SMASHED POTATOES
Small red potatoes
Boil until fork tender (with skin on)
Place on cookie sheet and "smash" each one with a potato masher (leave them still in one piece, just smashed down)
Drizzle with olive oil
Sprinkle with salt (Kosher or sea salt preferably)
Bake in a pre-heated, 400 degree oven for 20-25 min
Eat with sour cream for super yummy side!
-My wonderful friend LeAnne brought me lunch today, out of the blue without even calling. A HUGE LUNCH for the kids and I (and plenty for Dave to munch on tonight). She just showed up. She didn't want me to have to get up to make lunch. Thank you, you sweet girl you!
-Tomorrow is Saturday which means Dave will be home to help with kids. AND it is conference weekend!
-Blake has been wearing his "cop" costume for most of the day. Commando. (I found his underpants lying on his floor). This was very funny to me and I promptly informed him that yes, policemen wear underpants under their uniform. And he looks darn cute in his costume. I just wish he would stop trying to "arrest" his sister and slap the handcuffs on her.
-It is raining. I love the rain. Especially when I am stuck inside anyway.
-We are having "smashed" potatoes for dinner. I love them. I once ate four of them. That is FOUR WHOLE POTATOES. That was all I had for dinner that night so I guess it isn't too bad... (I won't mention the entire container of sour cream I devoured with them).
SMASHED POTATOES
Small red potatoes
Boil until fork tender (with skin on)
Place on cookie sheet and "smash" each one with a potato masher (leave them still in one piece, just smashed down)
Drizzle with olive oil
Sprinkle with salt (Kosher or sea salt preferably)
Bake in a pre-heated, 400 degree oven for 20-25 min
Eat with sour cream for super yummy side!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
CORRECTION
My induction date is the 10th!!! I don't know why I keep thinking that Friday is the 9th, it isn't. IT IS THE 10TH. 10th, 10th, 10th... Now I have to call the hospital - I pre-registered today and told them the 9th too... maybe they will take me anyway ;)
No baby yet.
I went in for my ultrasound this morning. The baby is already around 9lbs *could be off by 10% either way. So that means I was right. If I would have gone until my due date on the 16th, chances are he would have been close to or over 11 lbs! And I have a lot of fluid.
Not big enough to induce me two weeks early though so it looks like the 9th it is, unless I go into labor on my own before then. Dave will be travelling again next week as well, which is making me nervous.
Lately the days seem to be inching by. Every day goes sooo slowly. I am sure part of that is due to the fact that I can't DO much. Anyone have any great books to recommend?
Not big enough to induce me two weeks early though so it looks like the 9th it is, unless I go into labor on my own before then. Dave will be travelling again next week as well, which is making me nervous.
Lately the days seem to be inching by. Every day goes sooo slowly. I am sure part of that is due to the fact that I can't DO much. Anyone have any great books to recommend?
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