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Check out the little entertainer... can't stop gabbing for three seconds.

Check out the little entertainer... can't stop gabbing for three seconds.

I had to include this one.  It is the perfect image of the two of them.  Action Jackson next to Mr. Chill.

I had to include this one. It is the perfect image of the two of them. Action Jackson next to Mr. Chill.

So before Teddy was born we bought him a flat lamb, much like Ralphie.  But somewhere along the way I decided it was too girlie.  And I've been meaning to order him a bear.  Anyway, Jack gave Teddy fake Ralphie (he really calls him that).  And well, somebody reeeally likes him.

So before Teddy was born we bought him a flat lamb, much like Ralphie. But somewhere along the way I decided it was too girlie. And I've been meaning to order him a bear. Anyway, Jack gave Teddy fake Ralphie (he really calls him that). And well, somebody reeeally likes him.

Yesterday we went "cabin fever camping".  For entertainment.  Because it was day three in a row of no preschool... Wednesday was a snow day (because of the dusting of snow we got).  Anyway, Jack decided he was scared of the shark tent.  So I had to spend the day in there too.  Let's just say feeding Teddy in a cramped shark tent with Jack shouting and bouncing around full tilt is downright totally exhausting.

Yesterday we went "cabin fever camping". For entertainment. Because it was day three in a row of no preschool... Wednesday was a snow day (because of the dusting of snow we got). Anyway, Jack decided he was scared of the shark tent. So I had to spend the day in there too. Let's just say feeding Teddy in a cramped shark tent with Jack shouting and bouncing around full tilt is downright totally exhausting.

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A list… because I’m lazy.

  1. Teddy bear.  What a laid back kid.  It just totally amazes me what a completely different kid he is.  He’s so mellow and just rolls with the punches.  He wakes up everyday and plays in his crib.  I never feel like I have to rush in there.  He just patiently waits, chatting away to himself.  When I do get to him he lights right up at the sight of me.  He’s still waking in the night.  Two nights this week I put a little less than a teaspoon of rice cereal in his last bottle of the night (BOO HISS… terrible mother, you should never, tisk tisk tisk, blah blah blah) and he woke up at 5am, then 8.  Which is much better than what he usually does without it… 2 or 3am, then 5 or 6am, then up for the day at 7:30.  Sooo… I’m not sure I’ll continue it.  I know I’m not supposed to do it, I’m just dieing for longer stretches of sleep.  I just don’t get it… the kid is a tank.  He’s huge and eats like a man.  Yet, doesn’t even seem close to sleeping through the night.  Am I way off here?  Thinking that he should be??  I need to revisit the Baby Whisperer and see if there’s another route I can take.  Otherwise we just might stick with a little cereal for mommy’s sanity.
  2. JackJackJackJack Jack.  Yesterday Jack told me (when I was half paying attention) that he was going to hit Teddy with his piccolo-dactyl (a terradactyl with a body of a piccolo… Little Einsteins).  And he did.  Repeatedly.  All of which happened over the course of a few seconds and it didn’t register what he had said until I heard Teddy freaking out.  Today he couldn’t resist himself, while I was on the phone with my Dad (the first time talking to him since his hip replacement surgery), and he sat next to Teddy on his gym thingie (with the danglie stuff overhead) and kicked him in the head.  He kicked his brother’s head.  On purpose.  I know it was on purpose, because I watched it happen.  What happened to my good little boy?  Sure he’s been a button pusher for quite some time, but seriously he’s never been one to hurt people.
  3. I’ve been doing the South Beach Diet for a little over a week now.  And honestly it is a total joke.  I am the biggest cheater ever.  I make up my own rules (I can have one glass of wine, honey with my yogurt, Weight Watcher desserts, oh and this peanut butter cup isn’t going to hurt me, crepes for Christopher’s birthday – it was his birthday for pete’s sake, I had to, cupcakes for Obama’s inauguration) and then I can understand why it’s not working.  So about two pounds fell off pretty quickly.  And that’s been about it.
  4. I’m sure you’re wondering how the 30 Day Shred is going, right?  Well it’s not.  It was going great.  I was into about a week of Level 2 and somehow started doing something very wrong and found it very difficult to do regular everyday tasks because my lower back was in so much pain.  And just when I think it’s starting to get better I do about 700 too many squats while holding Teddy (which is something he likes too much to help lull him to sleep) and I’m right back where I started.  Geez.  I’m so tired of this baby weight.  I feel like someone is following me around all day, and every time I turn around I realize it’s just my ass.  And this wrinkley old lady belly.  God forbid I actually look down at it while blow drying my hair upside down.  It’s freaks me right out.  It reminds me of Oprah’s flappy flag arms.  Just a flapping in the wind.
  5. Today is the first day of sun we’ve had in about a week.  Or so it seems.  And seriously that is like an eternity down here.  It’s usually so sunny here that I’m enjoying the clouds and gloom.  Nope.  I am so ready for the sun.  And the warm weather.  And long walks in the evening.  And wine on the patio.  And taking the kiddos to the Y pool.  And playgroup at the park.  The sprinkler, and popsicles, and cookouts, and flip-flops.    Thank goodness January is almost over.

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A list!  What a surprise!  And only because I do not think it’s possible for me to think and communicate in any other form… 

  1. Sick sick sick.  Three weeks ago Jack was sick, the following week I was sick (very very sick), then Teddy was sick (and in the middle of it all Jack was sick again with a stomach bug… yuck), and now Jack is sick again!  Oh my holy goodness (a Jackism) I cannot take it anymore!!
  2. So, shortly after my rainbows and butterflies post the walls came crumbling down, I got sick, went a little batty, got a glimpse at what it’s like to see a sick newborn and I quickly had a fantastic panic attack.  I suppose that’s what I get for gloating about how wonderful life is.  No, really, in all seriousness, the anxiety is pretty difficult to deal with this time around.  Luckily I have a great support system and I’m working on it.  So hopefully it’ll only get better from here on out.
  3. The Jackisms these days are killing me…  Teddy has been referred to as a Grumy Wizard (Little Einsteins) and a Grumpy Old Troll (Dora), dinosaurs are dinoswords, holy goodness, he holds a star on the Christmas tree and says “star light, star light”,  when he’s in a good mood he gives E or myself a hug and says, “Merry Christmas, Daddy”, and he told his preschool teacher (Miss Tammey) that he sat on Santa’s lap and asked for boobie traps for Christmas.
  4. I am still working on the birth story.  I swear.
  5. I’m not sure I will ever finish the Christmas shopping.  Let alone get it all wrapped.
  6. Teddy continues to amaze me with his insatiable hunger and inability to sleep any longer than four hours in a row (with an occasional five hour stretch… usually followed by a two or three hour stretch).  So we still are not getting very much sleep.
  7. Speaking of sleep… last night Jack woke up with a fever right in the middle of Teddy’s long stretch.  Then again in the middle of his short stretch.  And E somehow ended up sleeping on the floor in Jack’s room.  What a way to start your 34th year of life.  Speaking of which…
  8. Happy Birthday babe.  Hopefully your day is much better than our night last night.
  9. Sarah… so sorry, don’t think I’m going to get to the blog tag after all.  Well, let’s see if I can right now… Ok, six random things about me.  1.  I do everything in a particular order.  For instance, my shower must be done in a particular order otherwise I’ll forget to wash a random body part.  Last week I showered and didn’t wash my hair and forgot to wash my feet.  2.  I have to tap pop cans before I open them.  The spray people!  Like it ever helps.  3.  I sleep with a sweatshirt.  And you can barely tell it’s a sweatshirt because it’s in such ridiculous condition.  End of subject.  4.  I smell E’s ears.  And face.  5.  I love Peter Cetera.  And I’ve been to a concert.  6.  I eat the same thing for breakfast every day.  And have been doing so for years now.  And if E makes pancakes all I can think about is my blueberry nutri-grain waffles until I eat them the next day.  The end.

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Okay.  I’m coming to the realization that I may never get to the birth story.  And you all may have to live with it.  No, really, I have to get it down in words eventually.  Just not now.  Anywho, my brain is fried and I’m only feeling capable of a list to get my thoughts out.  So here it is…

  1. Teddy.  Oh my fat little man.  We had his one month well visit today and the big boy is well, big.  10 pounds, 12 ounces to be exact.  Talk about putting on the pounds.  I love it.  I love his fat little face and his fat little neck and his fat little rolls on his legs.  He’s a healthy little man.  75th percentile for weight and head circumference and 90th percentile for height… you know what that means, his head isn’t too big for his body!  Woo Hoo! 
  2. So part of the reason he is so fat is because we have switched over to formula.  I’m done with the boobs.  I know.  Already?  Well, without going into it… let’s just say that between the lactation consultant visits, and the breastfeeding, formula feeding to supplement, and pumping pumping pumping (oh lord I was so tired of pumping) I was just not cut out for breastfeeding.  I never could seem to get to a point where I could produce enough milk for the little beast, which is most likely due to my hypothyroidism, so I just decided that spending 2-2.5 hours of a 3 hour cycle feeding/pumping was just too much.  Not to mention that I have to actually to keep up with Jack and the rest of our lives.  And although it was probably one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make in a while (especially considering this is probably going to be the last baby I give birth to) it was the best decision I could have made for our family.  I’m so much happier and on top of things and everyone else is happier and more laid back… probably because Mommy isn’t freaking out.
  3. So, I’m sick.  Woo Hoo.  I’ve got a ridiculous cold and my voice sounds like a thirteen year old boy’s.  It is so much fun, holding back coughs, while feeding Teddy, to the point that I feel like I’m going to turn blue and washing my hands so much that they feel like Brillo pads and sting and bleed.  Oh, yeah, it’s fun.  Man, I’m tired of being sick.
  4. Jack!  Jack is doing surprisingly well.  Despite his inability to speak in an inside voice while Teddy is sleeping, his great love of growling in Teddy’s face, and his new favorite feat of climbing up the side of the crib to pull Teddy’s swaddling blanket off of him or throw Ralphie at him or steal one of his “baby suckers” or growl in his face.  Yeah, he’s a turd.  But for the most part he is just hilarious and keeps us in stitches with his ridiculousness.  Like how he says beautiful… beaur u iful. 
  5. The tree is up!  And decorated!
  6. The Christmas cards have arrived… now I just have to address all 100 of them.  Ugh.
  7. The Christmas shopping is moving along.  Still quite a bit to go… but it’s coming!  Woo Hoo!

So things are going well.  For now.  haha!  We’re still not getting any sleep at all… Teddy can’t seem to make it more than three hours in a row at night (oh, but during the day, I’m sure he’d sleep 8 in a row if I let him).  But you get used to it and you just sort of chug along.  I have to say, I love this.  I love having two boys.  I love looking over at the couch and seeing E burping Teddy while snuggling with Jack.  I love juggling it all.  I never thought I’d say that!  And while it certainly is not easy, it’s just so wonderful having these two little people in our lives.  And this time around is so much more laid back.  I find us laughing so much.  And I’m just so in love.  With it all.  And this is coming from one seriously sleep deprived, sick, unshowered, hungry woman.  haha!!

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Numbers…

Number of photos taken this weekend for Christmas card photoshoot:  83

Number of photos that turned out surprisingly well:  4

Number of times I almost freaked out because Jack spit on Teddy/growled like a lion in Teddy’s face/pushed Teddy off of him/licked Teddy/ran away from the camera/stole the camera and took 18 pictures:  I lost track

Number of people finished Chistmas shopping for:  2

Number of people yet to shop for:  12

Number of times Teddy is waking during the night to eat (on average):  3 (ouch)

Number on the clock, when we woke up for the day today:  8 (oh yeah)

Number of babies currently napping:  2 (WOOHOO… what the hell am I doing?!)

Number of times I’ve sat down to write the birth story:  700 (I’ll get to it soon, I promise)

Enjoy one of the 4 photos that didn’t make the Christmas card… which is ordered, by the way (go me!).

Teddy is so much cuter in person.

Teddy is so much cuter in person.

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Still. Here.

No baby yet.  But I’ve got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning.  And I’m fairly certain that I’ll be begging for her to induce me immediately.  Because seriously, the pain and discomfort I’m dealing with at this point is making me crazy.  I am literally watching the clock all day long, waiting for contractions.  And after several days without any, I’ve actually had a busy day today. 

The fact that I’ve had several contractions today is not getting my hopes up in any way at all… I spent all Thursday and Friday of last week with contractions 10 minutes apart.  Called the doctor’s office, concerned that I had to be progressing and afraid that my water would break and I’d already be 5cm.  So they had me come in.  And of course I had to see Dr. McDreamy… I’m not sure you recall, but I HIGHLY embarrassed myself, in front of him while (heavily drugged) I was in labor with Jack.  Anywho, he confirmed for me that I was, in fact, NOT in labor.  STILL only 2cm dilated.  And was dealing with a little FALSE LABOR.  dammit.  So, for now, I am ignoring all contractions.  Sort of. 

In other news, I’ve also been struggling with the most ridiculous ligament pain in my lower abdomen.  By the early evening, it is difficult to walk, lift my legs (especially one at a time), climb the stairs, roll over in bed, and my favorite get out of bed… blah blah blah.  It sucks.  And if I have a particularly busy day, I am beside myself with pain and discomfort.  Soooo… with any girlfriend, late in pregnancy, I’d be telling her to walk walk walk – that’s always good!  And that’s all I want to do, but if I do, I feel terrible.  So I sit.  And watch the clock.  OK, that’s enough bitching.  I’m so over listening to myself complaining.  Mom, I feel so bad for you… listening to me piss and moan two sometimes three times a day… it must be killing you.

So while I’m sitting and watching the clock, enjoy some pumpkin carving photos!

An old pro at scooping out the goop.

An old pro at scooping out the goop.

 

The finished product.

The finished product.

Having a conversation with Grandpa's pumpkin... this was right after he tried to feed the pumpkin.

Having a conversation with Grandpa's pumpkin.

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36 weeks

36 weeks

No, not 400, just 36.  36 weeks!!  People, it is October!  29 days until my due date!  OHmygoodness this is really sinking in.  You’d think that I would have had this revelation last week, with the news I had at my doctor’s appointment.  Anywho…

I’m obviously in better spirits this week.  Although, at my appointment today, my doctor did confirm that I’m pretty much right where I was last week.  Which shouldn’t be a surprise, considering the only strenuous thing I did all week long was cough.  And I’m sure that’s all I’ll continue to do until next week around this time.  E has been begging me to hold out until next week Thursday, due to his ridiculous schedule.  So I guess that means I won’t be heading to the gym any time soon.  And you know I’d be there, if it weren’t for his request.  Right.

So, let’s see, what else is going on… I’m as big as a house and pretty damn uncomfortable pretty much all of the time.  For whatever reason though, I’m feeling pretty good today… I’m guessing it has something to do with that sticky bun/cinnamon roll, whatever the hell it was it was good, that I ate in three seconds this morning after my doctor’s appointment.

That’s about it for now.  I’m hoping to post about Jack sometime soon and I’ve got a love list I’d like to whip up as well, so stay tuned.  Oh, and the nursery!  Almost done.  As soon as we get the curtains up I’ll post some pictures.  Have a great week!

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