Simply Rich

There's a bank commercial I saw recently that describes how I feel about my dreams. I'm probably wrong but my recollection of the commercial goes something like this: The man meets woman and is inspired. Man marries woman. Man buys house and has own writing desk, ready to write his great American novel. Shortly after, wife is pregnant and the room continues through the different steps of life, never any writing actually being accomplished, as the room is then used for a nursery, kid room, etc. etc. At the end, he is probably in his mid-forties to early fifties and has sat down, finally, to write his story. This is me. This is the life I have currently portrayed for myself; this current post is how I feel about it.

My dreams may never be, but there's more to life than me. Yes, that is my original quote I put on Facebook the other day and had mixed reactions. The ones who 'got' it, really 'got' it, but most did not. If I never write, my dreams are not necessarily unfulfilled. But that is okay because in the great space between beginning dream and accomplishment lies life, and right now, my life is full of three little boys who continue to require my undivided and never ending attention. These are the things that really matter and the true dreams are living and surviving while we 'think' our dreams are not being fulfilled.

I am told all the time by those beyond my experience that I need to just enjoy the moments and live in the day, as time flies by so quickly and all of a sudden, you are left alone with no more children to fill the house. I understand this and I try daily to remember this. But in life's greatest moments of love, there are also life's greatest frustrations, challenges, and stressors. The key is figuring out a way to open your eyes to a balance: an appreciation of the blessings and an understanding and patience for the trials.

I have been attempting to study Ecclesiastes lately, which gives a dreary but real perspective of what really matters. "Everything that will be done has been done before." I told my husband my writing would be noticed but not until I die. If so, so be it. Because I firmly believe anything that happens on this earth will not be going with me, nor will anyone truly benefit of it after I am gone. But the moments of love, family, children and the memories created within living life are the things that really matter. Our souls go on and we decide their fate. Once my soul is in heaven, I can only hope I lived a life noticeable enough to those I love to also help their decisions guide them heavenward.

I have been pursuing my book lately. There are so many rules and stipulations to publication and contests I think I have concluded that I better just decide to write for myself and those I love, because no one else cares unless you know the right people. By right people, I mean people who believe you're good enough for them to pocket off your work. Because of this conclusion, I will continue to attempt to live in the moments of my life, the precious moments where my one year old (22 months, not yet 2 but still just 1!) wants to snuggle in my lap for the fifteenth time today even though he has spilled his cheerios, wiped his nose on my sleeve, demanded a pacifier, and climbed out of bed during nap time eighteen different times. Because of this conclusion, I will hold my six month old during a small quiet time because he is too upset to go to sleep and much prefers sitting in my lap and playing with a toy, licking my finger with a little bit of toaster strudel frosting, looking up at me and cooing with his big grin and sweet laughing eyes. Because of this conclusion, I will laugh at my three year old when he does something he thinks is hilarious but is really pretty lame. I will let him drive his metal car across the vent because he is using his imagination, even though my nerves are so frayed I can barely stand one more noise while trying to clean the kitchen and listen to my show in the background. Because of this conclusion, I will simply live. My children may benefit from the small portions I actually am able to write down but they don't care about my full book. They don't care about my swept floors or clean laundry.

 I may never be known, famous or rich. Not to strangers. Not with money. But I am known every time my baby smiles at me. I am famous when I sit down on the floor and help build the same train track every day, three times a day. And let me tell you. I am surely rich. I am blessed to be more rich than I could ever imagine because I have four wonderful boys in my house. I have a husband who loves and appreciates me even if I don't have a clean house or a meal prepared or an income. I have a three year old who is still so innocent to give his Momma kisses and ask for help putting on his undies. I have a one year old who has carried on full sentence conversations with me for months, always ready for a hug and a snuggle. I have a six month old who knows the language of cooes and smiles and loves greater through his expressions than language could ever express. Yes, indeed, I am rich. Simply rich.

November

The cold is coming quickly now, especially with our heater not working. Our house is currently 61 degrees and with three babies, that's pretty cold! Today outside it warmed up to 29 degrees. Gotta love the start of winter!

Elijah is now three and a half months old. Yesterday he giggled for the first time. He is such a sweet little guy. A few nights ago he had a fever of 102.4. At three months and under they say to go to the ER for 100.4 and up. At three and a half months, apparently that is far enough away from three months, that when I called the ER, I was told to give him Tylenol and see if that helped. I unbundled him which lowered his temp in the first ten minutes and then I gave him Tylenol. By morning he was back to normal. He seems to be congested a bit and it makes it a little hard for him to breathe through his nose.

Matthew turns three soon. He understands what that means now. He already know what he wants for his birthday (a flashlight) and what kind of cake he wants (a cars chocolate cake). He also seems to think he wants a party. Funny little guy.

Augustus talks an awful lot now, even several phrases. He began talking around 14 months and is now 20 months. Matthew didn't even say more than about five words until he was about 26 months! So it has been interesting to watch them develop differently. Gus gets frustrated easily and wants so badly to be understood. With a little patience and time out, this is possible, I have found. He also used the potty for the first time ever by himself (meaning he sat down before he started going not me running him to the potty in the middle of going!). He was pretty thrilled about the concept of MandMs. I'm not going to push him anytime soon, but if he asks, I get him set up.

So this past week I gave my full effort at cleaning. Meaning, every spare moment I had, I'd clean something, with the focus on keeping the main floor spotless. I must say, this wasn't so hard when motivated. Not only that, but I kept up with laundry, sweeping, and dishes. And, every day I picked a closet or a shelf to organize. We are getting ready for the holidays because it is always nicer to have clean places to decorate and set your new gifts. We have Thanksgiving at the ranch, so we won't be home to make a mess. :) Then we have three birthdays: Dave, Mathhew, and myself. Plus of course, Christmas, which we plan to celebrate alone at home. I truly love this time of year and am very much looking forward to all of it.

I don't read the news. There is a good reason for that. My husband informs me of stories I do not care to hear and lets me know the news I maybe should hear. For this reason, I am grateful to be living in a small town, not that things could not happen here of course, but it gives me a bit of comfort.

Matthew asked Dave for a little sister, randomly this weekend while they were working in the garage. I swear I said not a peep to give him that idea! Funny kid, I guess he has our genes, because about this time after each baby is when we consider the next one. Sorry to tell him though, we have taken preventative measures (aside sheer absolute desire not be pregnant right now!) to keep this from happening, at least for a while anyway. Three under three is more than two handfuls right now! And I only have two hands, so we'll have to wait until individual comeptency becomes upon Matthew. :)
Speaking of hands full, I must go for now, as the middle child is kicking in the crib ready to escape nap time, while the noises of the kicks are hitting the monitor in my bedroom which just so happens to be where a sleeping baby lies, so I must go quiet the kicks before I have two awake too early instead of just one!

Keep On Living

                      Elijah Paul, July 26, 2013, 7 lbs and 14 ounces, 21 inches long, 5:34 AM. 

Yes, yes, I should have posted long ago. It has been six weeks since my third son flew wildly into this world, and I am just now posting about his beautiful self. In fact, I write quickly as he lies on the floor next to me, already starting to squirm, as big brother Matthew plays with letters and middle brother Augustus snoozes away the afternoon in bed. :) So much has happened and I haven't been faithful to record it and for this, I feel quite bad. Keep on living, I must tell myself. Life goes on and can be enjoyed even if not recorded. I would say I'm super busy but that's not always the case. Sometimes I just need a break, a tv show, a snack, a nap, a shower, etc. etc. etc. I don't always get the opportunity to get on the computer and when I do, I forget to write.

I will quickly recap the last several months to the best of my knowledge, for the memories of before Elijah and shortly after, all deserve to be remembered.

MAY

May 25 we brought the two boys to the Omaha Zoo with Grammy, Grampy, and Grandma. Two months and one day from the arrival of Elijah, I'm feeling pretty worn out and pretty big! It's nice to have the extra hands to help with the boys. 

JUNE

Grammy and Grampy come out. With the extra help, Dave and I are able to head to Omaha for our anniversary date! We walk around old market downtown, look through little shops, buy some amazing coffee called tap dancer that I think Dave loves more than Starbucks, and we end our date at Brother Sebastian's steakhouse for a phenomenal meal! I order the crablegs and fillet mignon. It was a wonderful date and time away. 

JULY

 The onslaught of continual company begins! In fact, beginning July 3rd, we continued a house full of company for nearly 58 days, except for one single day in between! July 3rd, Uncle Adam arrives, along with Grandma Ann, Grandpa Dan, and Connie.

 Uncle Adam drove from Massachusetts in his truck and trailer toy hauler. He brought his bike and even his big guns for a little fun in the field!

 Lazy days spent poolside with Grandpa Dan and Connie, Grandma  and Uncle Adam, all taking turns getting the boys wet (and them getting us wet!)

We went to the Auburn fireworks the night of the 4th, and even though they started way too late! (like 1030) they were quite spectacular as we were sitting right beneath the action. It was nice that we could just walk to them. Then we put the boys to bed and Uncle Adam and Dave lit off bottle rockets right from the driveway.

The same Sunday Grandpa left, Grammy and Grampy arrived. I think they came so early in hopes that Elijah had the same idea, but nope! Day after day, we played with the boys, lots of stories were read, cleaning was done, good meals were made, but baby stayed put! Until...

THE BIG EVENT (six weeks later!)

Dave had the birth planned from the beginning. He wanted to hit the week when he had the maximum time off saved up. Meaning, he wanted me to go into labor on a Thursday night before a nuclear Friday (no work Friday) so that he would have Fri, Sat, Sun, then he'd go back to work Monday and essentially never take any time off. Guess what? The bum won. It happened just like that.

Thursday July 25th, one day after my due date, I had an appointment to have my membranes stripped. Dave, Mom, and I drove up to the doctor appointment in the afternoon (Dave left work in the afternoon) and we saw the doctor. Being we lived over an hour from the hospital, the idea was to have the strip work so that we could be admitted that night and possible be induced if necessary. The doctor stripped my membranes at my 2:15PM appointment. It was ROUGH! She really did A LOT, as she knew I wanted to go into labor on my own! She stripped until the top of my head turned red and then decided to quit. Yeah, never hurt before but this was the worst! Then we drove to the mall and walked around Scheels for a while. Then we got starbucks in Scheels and Mom walked some stores while Dave and I just walked... and walked...and walked... we went to best buy, a shoe store, outside. I just kept trying to move. I felt a little crampy but nothing that ever stayed. If I stopped moving, the pains stopped, just like supposed false labor. I got a call from my Doctor (Dr.Sides, Avery, who just so happens to be a family friend as she married a classmate of mine, so we knew each other prior and had hung out years before at Dave's family branding) she called me at 4PM and told me her afternoon plans, that she was going to go for a run and then to have me meet her at the hospital at 6PM to check me to see if we've progressed. After we walked, we decided to head toward the hospital but first we ate at applebees. I had french onion soup and a salad that really wasn't very good. But the soup was! I was a bit uncomfortable and we were at the bar area so I was standing most the time while leaning on the tall stools. On the way to the hospital from the mall and all through dinner, I was timing my 'contractions' which were all three minutes apart like clockwork. We get to the hospital at about 7PM. The nurse checked me and she said I was only 1.5 cm. I doubted her because at 2PM strip, i was 2 cm and afterwards Dr.Perfilio told me I was now 2.5cm. Dr. Sides finally got in at about 8PM and she checked me and said I was definitely 2.5, maybe 3. I had to be 3CM to be admitted, so she had me walk laps in the maternity ward for an hour. By now, I was walking laps with Dave and every round we'd make I'd have a contraction, some enough that I had to stop walking. I called in my doula Diana just in case. She took over walking laps with me so Dave could take a break. I rounded a corner with Diana and Dave and we walked into Dr.Sides. She asked me how I was feeling. I told her I didn't think it was real and I didn't think I'd go into labor that night. Dave called microtel a mile away because I decided I also didn't want to drive back home. So Dr.Sides said she'd check me again and we could make our decision. She checked me and I was 3cm and she put me on a contraction monitor. As everyone was talking about the plan, the monitor consistently beeped every three minutes and I wasn't doing very good keeping conversation. I kept saying I wanted to go to the hotel so that Mom and Dave could sleep but finally I decided they should go and I should stay in the hospital because I didn't think I could go to sleep at the hotel. After this, Mom and Dave decided they would stay with me. By 11PM I got to my room. They had to ask me a ton of questions and all I wanted to do was get into my hot jetted labor tub. Finally I was able too. Dave had a headache and I was so concerned with him my doula finally told him to go lay down and helped him make his bed so I'd quit worrying about him. My mom I think was out somewhere on a couch or chair reading, trying to give us some space. My awesome mom made me three maternity gowns and the prettiest one for labor, I didn't want to get wet so I took it off, took a hospital gown to cover me while in the tub, we turned the lights off, and I labored in the tub with the doula by my side. My doula put counterpressure on my lower back every single contraction except a few, and trust me! I definitely felt the difference. She was a life saver, so was the tub! Dave's headache was better after a while. He was by my side everytime I needed him. He held my hand a lot. My mom was in and out of the room as well, giving me water, checking on me. My nurse kept wanting me to get in bed to monitor the baby and so every once in a while (every hour?) I would get out of the tub and into the bed, which totally sucked compared to the tub. I tried bouncing on a birth ball and leaning over the bed which helped. Every time, baby was perfect. So every time, I'd head back to my warm heavenly tub. I want to say around 4AM they finally checked me. I was soo mad! I wished they didn't because here I thought I'd be a 7 and I was only a 4! Talk about a let down. So at this point, my endurance and mentality was going way down and I started to beg for drugs, even the risk of an epidural which I know is not possible in my back, but of course, no one listened. Even my nurse, at this point, told me I'd make it and that I didn't need drugs, that they really wouldn't help anyway. I was surprised she was even against it, which actually helped me mentally think I could cope with what I wanted to be as my natural labor, and so I stopped asking. I think by 5, or 5:15 Dr.Sides came in for the first time and wanted to check me again. I think I was at a 7. I remember tapping her on the shoulder next to my bed and telling her to break my water now and let's get this over with. She said "You got it" and we got going. I laid in the bed and I remember someone on a phone with my main doctor (Dr.Sides was the head intern at the hospital, my main doctor was from the clinic at Offutt, the doctor I've been seeing for appointments) and they told her to get here quick. They also called another intern that was supposed to assist. Dr.Sides broke my water and I suddenly hit transition in no time at all. I felt like pushing quicker than I was supposed too. Probably within five minutes of her breaking my water I told her I felt like pushing. She checked me and said I was only at a nine and I'd have to wait, also my cervix was still over the head and if I pushed now I'd risk tearing my cervix. I told her I couldn't help pushing so I tried to breathe through a few. In just another two minutes she told me I was full but the cervix was still over the head so I could push, but she'd have to keep her fingers inside to keep the cervix out of the way. Talk about annoying, distracting, and uncomfortable! But I didn't care, I was done! So I pushed! I think I gave two hard pushes and his head was out. My doula took my hand and reached down so I could touch his head. Once I did that, I was over! I pushed one hard quick push and his body literally flew out so fast Dr.Sides was unprepared but she caught him. Along with his body, about a gallon (half a gallon?) of fluid, blood, etc. also flew out of me and splattered the room, all of the nurses and the large mirror they brought in (that I may have glanced at once if that). It was a three ring circus now because Dr.Sides was unprepared, she caught him, flung him onto my chest, a nurse slid on the liquid, tripped over my IV, ripped it from my arm as the sweet baby boy emptied his bowels all over my stomach and chest. The cord pulsated for a while, clean up crew began, and THEN the doctor who was supposed to deliver me, walked in the door. Baby Elijah was born! Elijah in the Bible flew up into heaven, and so it was, Baby Elijah was named, who flew out of my body in one quick movement. Then Dr.Sides delivered the placenta and they literally dug in me to pull out clots! I nursed him right away and he nursed for forty minutes! They didn't even take him to weigh him until after I got to hold him that long. Dr.Sides and Dr. Masters stitched up my second degree tear. (I pushed so hard and fast without warning that Dr.Sides didn't have a chance to assess the baby's position, which was both shoulders in the wrong position coming out at the same time).The stitching was no fun. My legs kept shaking and I tried to distract myself with the squirmy baby on my chest. After they were done, we made everyone leave the room including my mom, except for the nurses who were weighing baby and doing vitals, so that Dave and I could decide on baby name. We had a few in mind, but after the events that happened and seeing the baby, we decided on Elijah Paul. Clean up, paperwork, then we rested. Mom hung out with us and we took turns cuddling baby until Grampy and the brothers could come see Elijah for the first time. They showed up around 9:30/10AM and we took first family photos. Matthew knew his name already as he was repeating all the way up in the car ride. Gus didn't really care, he just wanted Momma to hold him and then walk around the room. They stayed for a little over half an hour, Daddy took them out to look at a fountain and I nursed again, then Mom rode home with them and Dave and I stayed that day and overnight until the next early afternoon before we went home. He was circumsized the next morning and all went well. Then we went home. 

AUGUST

 UNCLE DAVID AUNT JODI COME TO VISIT! AND PHOTOGRAPH! YAYY! BOYS LOVED THEM!

Mom and Dean stayed with us until August 11th I think? I can't even remember anymore! But they were great help with the boys. The boys still ask me where Uncle David and Aunt Jodi are. I tell Matthew they had to go home. But it was nice to see them a couple of days while they stopped through on their road trip.

When Mom and Dean left, Becca, Jourdan and their kids came to visit. We had fun except then our entire family except Elijah caught strep throat halfway through their visit and so it was a huge bummer to have our great friends just sitting at our house, taking care of us, while we were all super sick. I appreciate Becca more than words can describe! She cooked and cleaned and helped with the boys. I am so grateful for their friendship and just wish our visit was smoother. 

Ann and Joel came after that and stayed a week. They were also super helpful, Grandpa Joel even folded laundry! 

 and read stories!

 and watched the baby so Dave and I could shoot a little!

 And cuddled the baby!

 And brought the boys to the park!

 And cuddled the baby some more!

This past week, we drove home to SD because Dave had labor day off, only had to take Tuesday off, because Wed he had off to drive to a meeting in Columbus all day Thursday. So, we went home Friday evening and left the ranch Wednesday to get to Columbus. It was a great visit where we got to see all our relatives and we spent Saturday on the golf course with our dear friends Bo and Joanna. This was the best day I've had since before and after the baby. I was the happiest I've been in a long time. Care free. Grandparents watched the boys and Grammy Grampy watched the baby. We stayed the night with Sis in law Rachel and went to the lake on Sunday. This was such a good visit, aside I got a really bad cold Saturday night! :(  I seem to be incapable of being neither, sick, or in pain, or now, emotions are strong with the postpartum thing, but I'm hanging in there, I have more help on the way, more to record, this took an hour to write so I better go! All unedited so forgive me fellow grammatical obsessors! I'll get to it someday! But for now, I just keep on living. 

May Joys

                                                                   

Just a quick note for May! This morning I got up early with the husband and while making breakfast, looked on the camera and saw little Bean was rolling around in bed. Daddy wanted to give him a quick snuggle before work so I suggested he go get Matthew and bring him to breakfast. I made oatmeal and split it with him. Daddy had to go to work then so Matthew and I sat at our table and ate oatmeal together.

 Afterwards, we went downstairs and sat in my recliner for what we call "snuggle time." I usually read a book and drink my morning coffee while Matthew watches Thomas the Train, sitting in my lap under the big warm comforter.  It is these morning snuggles that make me oh so very grateful to be blessed to be a stay at home mommy. I'm not sure I posted much about this, but a while back, I was getting restless (again) about 'just' staying at home. I felt I need more challenging brain tasks, adult conversations and interactions. I feel bad about not contributing financially to our ever-growing family. I know I am blessed, and I do not take it for granted. But some days I want more than "poop, pee, spills, messes, constantly cleaning the same thing, repeating the same book ten times, screams, fights, nap time fits, etc. etc." The bad seems a lot bigger than the good at times.

 But mornings like today, the good outweighs the bad 100% and I can relax and settle into my current role. I know I won't always be in this position. Even if I never work, my role will change as I drive kids to practices, bake a million cupcakes, help with algebra, etc. etc. I believe it's all about contentment and finding light in ALL things. With a new baby coming soon, I realize I really have no choice but to sit back and relax for now. So I should be enjoying this special time with my little ones, not wishing I was somewhere else. Truth is, if I ever do get a full time job, I'm sure that I'll have plenty to complain about then as well! So for now, bring on the snuggly mornings and the sweet kisses, the gentle hugs and the 'needing mommy.' With this much practice, I'm beginning to think I'm actually very good at it anyway. ;)

Remember how I said time races... PREGNANT AGAIN!!!!!

                                                                   

Quite embarrassing. The last post I had was in November! Can you believe it? Even more shocking is the fact that, during that post I was indeed pregnant and did not even know it at the time! Yes, pregnant, again!!! That's right. Now that I am 27 weeks I figured I better get on the ball! A pregnancy blog that doesn't even keep up with the pregnancies. Shame on me. Well, I have somewhat of an excuse. The first one is named Matthew, the second one is named Augustus, and the third one is named Goose in my belly who has kept me nice and sick and tired until about now!

So yes, number three is due July 24th. I am surprise, having yet another boy! That's right. Three little boys I will have under three years old. Actually, under two and a half. That's right. Busy me with little boys. No tutus or pink ribbons for this Mamma! We have Thomas the Train, dinosaurs and Lightening McQueen all decked out in the bedroom already. I get my girl time by doing my hair, window shopping online, and attempting to make other lady friends. Speaking of, let me start back at November...


November... Returned from my brother's beautiful wedding in Hawaii. Had a wonderful time. Apparently missed my husband and decided to make a baby that very month. Then I decided to turn 28 and have a quiet thanksgiving at home in Connecticut, with just Dave, while the babies slept!  It was pretty nice actually. On Thanksgiving day, the stick read positive and we knew, indeed, that we were definitely pregnant (five months ahead of our 'scheduled plan'!)

December... Matthew turned 2 and we had a little birthday party for him. I made a snowman cake and we had a few friends come over and spoil him with gifts. Christmas was like Thanksgiving, only the babies were awake and partook in the festivities at home. :)

January/February: We prepared for our big move out of the navy. At the end of February, we took leave early and moved out of our house. We had the truck packed up, towed the car, and drove to Nebraska to look for a house. We stayed for a week in a hotel and my mom and Dean came to help take care of the children while Dave and I purchased a house. Our house is in town and very nice. Not huge, but big enough to call home for a long time before the boys get big and force us into hopefully, an acreage. Then we drove home to South Dakota to spend a little more than a  week at home with family

March: We closed on our house and moved in! Life in a small town begins. Dave had half the month off before starting his new job at the power plant. We enjoyed our time together and set our house up. My morning sickness is pretty bad still and I'm on two zofran a day. My back has had ups and downs, as usual, but overall nothing really major. Augustus Charles turned 1 on March 13. Grammy was here to make him a teddy bear cake and we celebrated with just the family.

April: The weather here is very weird... sun, then rain, then snow, all in the same week! Grandpa came for a visit and painted the toy box black with white dinosaur silhouettes.  He played with the boys and seemed to very much enjoy them, as they did he. Today is April 29th. We still have not found a church. I live a 10 minute walk from the grocery store which is great when it is nice out. :) I have joined MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) and hope to make some decent mommy friends through them! Dave is in training for the job and doing extremely well. Too well, in fact. A year long training course of modules has taken him a little over a month and he is nearly finished! I'm very proud of him. This just means he will have to start doing 'actual work' sooner! Our lawn mower arrived today and Dave has quite a yard to mow!

MILESTONES: Augustus talks a lot! He says "what's that, cookie, juice, milk, ball, dino, car, train" and several dozen other words. Pretty much anything you tell him he can repeat back to you. Matthew has mastered counting to ten back in March and knows almost all of his alphabet letters except five. Matthew uses the potty in the daytime when he feels like it. Mostly, when he is motivated enough to get an M&M.

Wow! I've finally written. No time to edit or spell check. The smell of funkiness out of a diaper is now wafting through the air and so I must go be Mommy and do all the very things that have kept me from writing in the first place! Hopefully I'll post again before I have a third child. Until then!

Time does not fly, it races

Time does not fly-

It races,

For if it flew then things

Would be slow and drifting...

Floating upon the air in

A cloud so fluffy,

That you could bask away the time gently...

One second slowly, after one second slowly,

Remembering-

Enjoying,

But no....

Time races.

It speeds.

Time is a drag car upon

A hot black tar track,

That smokes as the wheels 

Zoom.
Igniting the engines

And firing the sparks...
Time races.

So quickly that when

You blink-

You miss it. 

And if you forget to capture it,

It's gone,

Forever-

Like the smoke lifting towards

The sky.

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My last post was when Augustus Charles came into this world. In one week, he will be seven months old. Time races. Oh how much I have missed to capture in word the changes that occur in seven months of baby life. I can't remember exact days and moments now when new things occured, but instead of beating myself up over this, I will simply cherish and remember what I can, and enjoy what I have. Currently, I have a sparkling bubbly gentle fun loving happy little boy who can sit up on his own, straight and tall, with a mouth full of two bottom teeth and so much joy. He is the happiest little tot one has ever seen. Maybe this is a good thingthat time raced by on my blog, instead of flew. For if the time flew by, I would have had many clouds to write about, but not the fluffy ones, rather, storm clouds...for tiny Gus has not always been this joyful. No, we went through many hard months of inconsolable screaming colicky baby who was simply distraught with no rhyme or reason. He's better now. Maybe he's not always a fan of the bedtime hours, but he's better. He loves to laugh, he loves to play with older brother (even if it consists of a lot of body slamming)! Gus loves to eat cheerios and whatever other small delicacies Matthew leaves on the floor for him to find! He likes to pull himself into a standing position on anything he can get his grubby slobber filled hands on. And boy, does he love his daddy! He grins ear to ear when he sees daddy. Daddy is truly this little man's hero!

Gus has the saddest brightest biggest eyes, like Puss in Boots from Shrek. He's ever so adorable and his brightness is so contagious. At six months he weighed in at 15 pounds, 14 ounces. Shortly after, I stopped nursing him as he practically ate all body reserves mommy had left! Plus, I planned to wean him so I could attend my brother's wedding in Hawaii, nursing and pump free. It worked out best for the both of us because my husband says he gained about two pounds when I was gone, thanks to all the formula and extra rice in the bottle! Gus has also learned to anticipate an approaching tickle attack. He will start grinning before the tickles even arrive on his skin!

Matthew is well. He has been sick off and on for the past month, with hand foot mouth disease?, an all over body rash, and temps reaching 104. However, he's on the better end of things now. He is still as picky as ever with his eating and still slurping down pediasure as if there's no tomorrow. He's about 24 pounds and fastly approaching a second birthday. He knows what presents are! He has already found Grandma's stash! He is also highly fond of candy, all sorts. We had our first trick or treating this year. Grandma Ann and I walked him door to door in his little navy poopy suit. He was such a doll and quickly caught on to taking a piece of candy from each house, mind you, a piece, not several! He was a very polite little trick or treater, strategically choosing the exact one he wanted and no more. Afterwards, we came home to hand out candy and he sure caught onto that quick also! While slow, the kids were patient while awaiting their one piece of candy to drop into their buckets! 

Neither boy has yet had a haircut and both have such fine curls, Matthew's are in the back and Gus's are in the front :) Last night Daddy drug them up and down the hall by a rope attached to the diaper box they sat in. They are both easily entertained! 

While in Hawaii for my brother's October 24th wedding, Grandma Ann and Daddy finally FINALLY (Thank you Jesus!) put Augustus on a two nap a day schedule. I couldn't for the life of me get him to nap. He is a much happier baby because of it I believe!

Gus has already figured out how to climb stairs. It is truly terrifiying and until we teach him how to go down them, we must watch him very closely. 

As I have been in a constant state of busy-ness, hence my lack of posts, it has been tough to do much of anything besides care for boys, husband, and house. But overall, this is fulfilling, as this is what I have always wanted. Dave interviews Wednesday for a position in Nebraska, as we are out of the navy come February 28, 2013. We are highly excited about this prospect-the people, job, town, area, closeness to home-it's all perfect, which may be too perfect as we are scared he 1. won't get the job or 2. won't get the right pay. So only time will tell and now we are praying fervently that God will provide. As we know, He will, and He knows what is best for our little family, but as of right now, this is a huge door that is cracked and we hope will open completely. 

It is time to feed my slug bug. :) Until next time!

Baby Augustus Charles Rickenbach

was born on March 13th at 2:29 AM weighing in at six pounds and five ounces. He is simply perfect! He came out with a full head of dark hair. Today, he is three weeks and one day old, and yes, I am just now getting around to blogging! He sleeps basically all day and likes to wake up and look around from 9 to 11, without fail! Once he goes back to sleep , he stays asleep until 3 or 4.Good baby!

I have been in so much pain the last week I have mostly been confined to my recliner. I have not been able to even nurse Augustus side-lying because of some sort of pain in my back on the right side. I have done various tests and am on many pain meds. I have an MRI on Thursday and will hopefully recieve back injections after that. I am wearing tired of being so useless and in pain. I hope to start functioning again soon! In the meantime, I am looking into maid services, kind neighbors and church has been delivering meals, and Dave, God bless his heart, has been attempting to take on my duties, full time work, and has dealt with Matthew especially, more than he ever has before combined.

Surprise, Augustus needs to eat~ hopefully more to come soon!

Surprise, Surprise... No really SURPRISE!

Yesterday, Sunday, was 37 weeks... the milestone that marks a full-term baby. Sprout's last ultrasound showed him as an estimated 5.5 pounds with a full head of hair! I was invited to a ladies luncheon at a neighbor's house, Jen, one of few friends I have here in CT (been difficult to get out with the little one(s)! ) I went to a cookie swap back in December at her house and there were three other ladies there that I was able to meet and liked pretty well. I haven't seen those ladies since December other than an occasional wave outside. Well, I walked up to her house and I was running about 10 minutes late (busy putting Matthew down for his nap) and when she answered the door I walked in and there were 10 ladies there who all yelled "Surprise!" And of course, I was surprised, because I had no idea why they were yelling surprise. I looked around and saw baby boy decorations and soon figured it out as my eyes decided to maybe mist up a little! See, here I am in a place I can't stand in a neighborhood I thought who all ignored me, with a little boy who is my sole entertainer and having another on the way, and really, I learned today to eat my words. My neighborhood ladies showed up for a shower where half of them I have never even met. Yet, they planned this for three weeks and everyone brought me a gift, and wow... humbled I have been. It was probably the nicest thing I can ever remember someone doing for me, ESPECIALLY not knowing her for very long and not knowing half of my attendees ever. I really couldn't believe it. So I definitely learned the names with the faces, which I can never do, and I have addresses and contact information, and I will be making an effort once boy two arrives!!!

My party was a lot of fun. We played about four baby games and competed for prizes. There was a baby word scramble, ABC fill in the blank, candy bar name game, guess the belly circumference, don't say the word 'baby' or you lose your clothespin. We had great food that everyone brought: sandwiches, meat and cheese trays, veggie trays, fruit, cute little face looking pudding pastries, muffins, a pile of colorful cupcakes. One lady's husband made me a bottle lollipop bouquet! I guess Jen has been trying to ask me what I need for baby and I never gave her any definitive answers (how would I even figure she wanted to get me anything, let alone the neighborhood!) So I never had an answer. I told her we have all the clothes we need so I figure we are set! So the gifts were board books, diapers, and gift cards. Wonderful!

Not much more to report at this time. I'm feeling ready to have this baby and I think he's getting ready also! I can't top a post when I end with saying I think, when all hope seemed gone, I made ten friends today.

14 mos and 34 weeks!

Matthew is 14 mos and 4 days and Sprout in womb is 34 weeks and 3 days. On Monday, Sprout's heartbeat was 134. My fundal height measured at 31 weeks. The doctor is slightly concerned about the baby's growth so another ultrasound has been scheduled for next week. Tons of movement still. My anesthesiologist consult is on the 14th. Hopefully Yale Hospital has located my hard copy X-rays, as they say they will not do an epidural without these X-rays. The clock is ticking people!

Today I went to the chiropractor for the first time in over a year (or two.) And I have come to the conclusion that it is a worthwhile expense in order for me to function. I feel a lot better already and I am excited for the prospect of having chiro once a week alternating with massage the other week. I think one visit a week would be good maintenance as well as somewhat affordable. I know it's worthwhile when I have to get my walker out and even my (cheap) husband says, "You better do something about this so you can function!" Haha. Well I'm glad he's finally seeing this. :)

This week I am attempting to take it easy and drink more water. Near the end of the week we will work harder at cleaning up the house because we are having the Pastor's family over for Sunday dinner. They seem to have people at their house all the time and we feel, as midwesterners, that the congregation should be the ones feeding the pastor, so we are excited for our Sunday company! We are going to grill (30 degrees or not!) and prepare a spread of burgers with all the toppings, grilled lemon pepper asparagus, fresh fruit salad, potato salad, and cheesecake. I'm quite excited!

Having a D-link camera to watch my baby napping is one of the best technological inventions ever! I can watch his cute little butt stick up in the air and I can see when he wakes up and stands in the crib quietly waiting for me to come rescue him for playtime. He's been a sweet baby today actually taking his nap!

Since he is still napping, I am cutting this short to get a few more things done. Until next time...

Our walking little Bean! He is so cute to watch grow up. Just when you think they can't get any cuter, something new happens that makes your heart melt all over again. I'm so very excited every day to watch Matthew grow, while at the same time, knowing that very soon we will be able to continue the growth in another new little man coming our way. It has been such a blessing to watch Matthew go from a baby to a toddler, in what seems like just a very short time, all the while knowing we get to repeat the blessings starting in March.

I had a doctor's appointment on January 3rd that went well, as usual. I say as usual, because to me it is still very unusual to have such a 'boring' and 'on track' pregnancy. I am very happy for a healthy child but I kind of miss going to appointments twice a week! Also, I have very few ultrasounds and it was fun to watch Matthew develop inside of me, as I cannot do with Sprout. On January 3rd I was 29 weeks and 1 day and I was measuring 26 weeks fundal height. This is up from my last appointment, where I measured 21 weeks and was actually 25 weeks along, so the doctor's are not yet having reason to be concerned about size. Sprout's heartbeat was 146 and trust me, I'm definitely gaining the weight. :) Other than that, I had a rhogam shot and we were out the door. Next appointment is in three weeks.

My mom will be coming out this way, as she did last time, for approximately three weeks. She will be buying her ticket close to my due date and I have bittersweet feelings about her making or not making the birth. Since she was there from start to finish with Matthew, I really want her to be on time and be there helping and being able to experience it again. On the flipside, before I knew it might be possible, I also have wanted to go through this experience just with my husband so we can share the intimate moment alone. Now that it might be possible, I'm scared it will work out that way and I will forever be saddened that my mom wasn't there to experience, to help, to comfort, and to be the power nurse that she is and make sure that no one does anything stupid while I cannot be in control! So I guess if she buys her ticket when she does, God will intervene in either situation and whatever happens is meant to be. I know my husband is totally freaked out about having to go at it alone. He volunteered to stay home with Matthew. (YEAH...RIGHT!!!!) We do have a few kind ladies that have offered sun or moon to watch Matthew when the big moment arrives. This is comforting to know, as I will definitely not have to be alone.

I have had braxton hicks contractions for weeks now. Nothing painful, nothing worrisome, just is the way it is. I know I am blessed with my life, my situation, and this pregnancy thus far. I am excited for this little guy to meet our world and I am excited to also no longer be pregnant! I have been pregnant, breastfeeding, and pregnant for the past 22 months. I'm ready to have my body back thank you! However, I know it will be a long haul until that point is reached, as Sprout will also be a nursing baby for some time to come! I will just have to be thankful for attempting to get my shape back, no more morning sickness, the comfort to lay on my tummy, and saying goodbye to heartburn! You don't realize what it is quite like until you go through two (or more) pregnancies this close together.

Oh, and, love love love the glider/rocker. Thank you mom! I can actually spend some time with Matthew putting him down and waking him up now that I have a nice comfy place to sit in the nursery. It is almost unfair to Matthew, as Sprout will get a lot more use/rocking/mommy time out of the deal. But I'm happy to have it!

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Eve we had a sick little boy to take care of. We went for a drive and ended up cleaning out a carseat full of baby stomach contents, to put it nicely. Then we gave the Bean some tylenol to cure his fever and put him down for a nap. He was feeling better by Christmas morning and had a blast digging around through wrapping paper and gifts. He especially liked finding hershey mint kisses on the floor and we quickly realized while the candy is out, no gifts would be opened!

We received a glider/rocker/ottoman from Grammy and quickly put that to good use. Matthew even let me rock him to sleep (rare!) now that there is a rocker in his room. Last night, he cried for longer than usual so I went in and picked him up and rocked him again and he fell asleep instantly. Matthew enjoys playing with his elephant toy that shoots balls out of the trunk and his dump truck that makes back up sounds and releases cars from the dump truck with a push of a button.

Daddy received a Dlink camera for christmas which we installed above the crib and can now spy on what boy does before he falls asleep. The camera has been great! It's even greater with mommy's new phone from which I can actually view the camera from anyhwere :)

Last night I was reading a blog about a woman who gave birth 20 days after me, via C-section, to an IUGR baby. It has been interesting to see the differences and similarities between our pregnancies, sons, and lives.

Sprout is happy to be close to coming out. I can sure tell he wished he was here for Christmas, as his movements only get stronger and for the first time, dare I say, even painful! Who knew!? I am hungry all the time, heartburn all the time, have to pee all the time, and very steadily progressing to uncomfortable all the time, but happy just the same!

Merry Christmas and we wish you all the great blessings that come with the gift of Christ for this holiday season!

Birthday, Christmas, Ultrasounds OH MY!

I know I know, I'm awful at keeping up. So we will summarize the last big episodes in the Rickenbach life. First, the picture is my Sprout belly at 27 weeks.

Matthew turned 1 years old on December 4th. He opened gifts like he's an experienced pro, ate the head off his teady bear cake like it was the most delicious drugging thing in the world, and played nicely all day. He's getting so big! He can take up to 5 or 6 steps at a time now before crashing down on his butt. He scoots around the house with basically any object he can find to slide along the floor. He is a smiley rambunctious little bundle of joy!

On December 11th I flew to Baltimore to watch the Colts play the Ravens with my Uncle. He had nosebleed tickets for us, which upgraded to field goal line tickets, and finally to...dun dun dahhh! A luxury suite!!! Yes, the kind you only get to sit in if you're invited! You cannot purchase these tickets. They are company owned suites where the bosses pay hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars for. Then, they invite their friends. Fortunately for me, my Uncle knows those rich people. :) So we had all you can eat crab cakes, chicken tenders, pizza, shrimp, cheesecake, drinks, drinks, and more drinks! I had Nantucket lemonade, Sprite, and Keurig hot chocolates and decaf coffees. They have two large windows overlooking the field and seating inside, as well as a balcony that goes outside with rows of office-like chairs pulled up to tables. I sat outside the entire game and enjoyed the view of watching my Colts, once again, get slaughtered. After the losing game, our caterer, who is not a Colts fan, was telling us about her cleaning experience for the Colts' suite. They gave her an official sideline gear Colts cap, which I am now the very proud owner of! She doesn't care for the Colts and instead of tossing it to one of her kids with lack of interest, she gave it to me, their biggest fan. :) Yes, I am a nerd an I have a crappy team but I tell you what! This was one of the best days of my life :)

We had an ultrasound on Friday the 9th to make sure Sprout was growing as he should. Great news! He is he right size for gestation, in fact, maybe even bigger than most at this stage. It appears we will have a David and Goliath situation! Although I am thrilled for the sake of the baby, I am not looking forward to birthing Goliath AFTER David! I better get drugs, that's all I'm saying...

Yesterday I made about 10 dozen cookies...sugar cookies (frosted and decorated and everything!), date fills, swedish butters, and peanut butter bars (which are amazingly good! I have the recipe if you want it!) The day before I canned 14 jars of spicy dill beans, which are also amazing (Thanks Mom!) Dave gave me an early Christmas present...which was a huge canning pot with all the utinsels, so finally, it was actually managable to do! I hated burning my hands trying to get the jars out before! Today I will take three dozen of my finest cookies and go to a neighbor cookie swap. I've never been to one before so it should be fun. I will trade my cookies with someone else's. The best part is the social interaction with ladies in my neighborhood and the fact that Dave will be home watching Squiggles so I don't have to worry about keeping him entertained!

Nursery needs: Glider and ottoman thing?, a second crib (not until June or so...), possibly a jogging double stroller. We currently have more more than enough clothes for Sprout. As Bean grows, we may need more, but for now we are pretty set with clothes. In fact, thanks to Becca and Jourdan, I have to go empty Wal Mart of their baby hangers! GEESH!! 48 pound box of boy clothes came yesterday!!!!! So Much Fun! I have a lot of work ahead of me! Dave seems to think we need to sell the truck because it is expensive to hold onto and we don't use it a lot. However, we also think when we put two car seats in the back of our Jetta, none of us will be comfortable on any length of ride because the car seats force our seats to be moved all the way up. So we have a vehicle dilemma we are currently attempting a solution for. Dave would like to trade the truck for a van but we know we will lose a lot of money doing this, as dealers try to sucker you and I'm sure they won't take a flat trade (which we'd still lose on) but instead will insist we also pony up some cash for a trade like that. I love the truck but Dave's freaking out about future job outlook, getting out of the navy next March, and our upcoming expenses (Family vacation home to SD for a family reunion in July, wedding in Hawaii in October, selling our RV, paying for (getting rid of) our timeshare.) So, my nursery will have to take its turn, but I'm definitely on the market for a glider... I don't know how I've made it this far without one upstairs!!

We will be celebrating Jesus this Christmas in our little home with just the three (and a half) of us. It will be good though, maybe a bit lonely, but that's what Skype is for! Matthew has a million packages to open and so his first functional Christmas should be pretty entertaining!

God bless you all my dear friends and family.

27 on the 27th!

'Twas the night before my husband's birthday,
When all through the house,
Not a noise is peeping,
Not even Bean mouse.

The rice chicken soup is simmering,
On the stove with care,
In hopes that soon the sweet aroma,
Will fill the night air.

With I in my sweatpants,
And baby not in my lap,
If I didn't have so much to do
I would take a nap!

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Oh, I love the Christmas season! My birthday is perfectly placed just days before December so I can fully bring in the holidays. And when I say holidays, I don't mean in place of Christmas! I mean, Christmas, Dave's birthday and Matthew's birthday. But first, I will tell you about my birthday, on November 27th, 2011, when I turned 27.

So the morning began with my husband making a special trip to starbucks to get me a venti half calf extra whip salted caramel mocha latte. This my friends, is amazement in a cup! Then, he made me homemade waffles with homemade berry syrup and Uncle Charlie made the bacon. Then Dave practically forced me to open my gifts because he's like a kid on Christmas. :)  After breakfast, I left Dave with the baby and the mess and Uncle and I went to look around the NEX for any good shopping deals. After seven pairs of tried on boots, I decided yet again, to wait. I love love love Bearpaw but they did not have my size 9. :(

In the afternoon we sat around and watched some football games, (which is always a good thing on NFL Sunday!) Dave brought me home a Dairy Queen icecream cake, decorated in gold. We had a piece and it was awesome. And lucky for me, my birthday is the last day of the season they are open! Then, we headed to the bowling alley at about 4:30. Now, this is where things were a little disappointing. I had invited a friend, (few and far between out here in the Northeastern part of the globe) and at the last minute she bailed on me. I'd like to say it didn't matter, but it truly was a let down and I just had to get over it. Still, we had a good time. I bowled a 106 my first game and something awful under 90 on my second game (but I blame my back getting sore!). Dave's friend from work showed up and my Uncle kicked all our butts. Kinda hard watching Matthew inbetween but I'm still very glad we got to go. I love bowling even if I'm not great at it.

As we drove toward my seafood restaurant of choice, The Fisherman, I felt sick but didn't want to make Dave stop at home (even though it was on the way, I thought I'd be tough). Dumb idea! The minute we pulled into the parking lot I got out and ran to the field and threw up. Crazy how for five weeks I haven't been sick other than in the morning and of all days and times, I had to choose to be sick right before my birthday dinner! The guys tried to get me to go home but I said I could handle it. The minute we walked in the door a waft of nasty seafood aromas filled the air. We ended up ordering our meals to go. I had some ginger ale while we waited. We headed home and ate our meals, I had baked cod and we shared calamari. This all, of course, was after I took a zofran and had felt better. Also, I fed Matthew and let him play as he was a crab at the restaurant!

All in all it was a pretty good day. I don't think I will ever be able to top my birthday in Seattle where our friends stayed the night at the high rise downtown with us and we danced and ate and it was amazing, then again, that is because I had friends to celebrate with! Or, the fifth grade sleepover party I had was also pretty great...again, it's amazing how friends can change your life. But my husband is so very sweet and he really tried and he did a great job overall. So I very much appreciate him.

As I sit in my chair now, I feel Sprout's extremeties kicking and hitting and moving all over the place! He sure is a strong little one and I am blessed to be welcoming another boy soon enough. For Dave's birthday, we have so many leftovers, including birthday cake, that he probably won't be looking forward to anything fresh! I offered to make him a meal and a cake and he wants none. (I think he's recovering from a food coma!) For Matthew I will make a cake and we will do it all over again on Sunday!

Time to go check on the soup! I'm so excited and it took long enough writing this post to officially consider it late enough for dinner now, so here I go!

Sprout's A Boy!!!

November 1st we had our gender ultrasound. Sprout's a boy! Dave calls him Stalk now because he weighed 15 oz, 5 oz more than average at 20 weeks! Matthew decided to start eating more the day after...hmmm, coincidence or correlation?! Sprout is beautiful, as we were able to get our very first 3d ultrasound pictures, which we didn't get with Bean.

We made cards to send out to family and close friends revealing gender. Next time I won't tell anyone I'm having an ultrasound, probably work better!

We are in Virginia now, taking a two week vacation and just hanging out. Matthew has been pretty good, aside his major vomit issue the other night...ALL OVER ME! Not sure what was wrong, but he's all better now! He sure has been eating a lot though! Yesterday morning he ate an entire hashbrown from McDonald's, after his 6 oz bottle.

Want to know what is annoying? Having a remote that does not fast forward or rewind.... Yesterday we started a movie and got tired, so we turned it off. This morning we were going to finish it except we can't get to the spot we ended, so we had to let it play for an hour while watching the news in order to now finish our movie! :) Geez, the tough life problems one has while on VACATION!!!

Last night we went to a wine and cheese social for our timeshare and another 11 month old boy was there. The two boys played for a while. Only six days apart, it was nice to see another boy Matthew's age. He was 95th percentile for growth and you could sure tell the difference! :)

We will be doing Historical Williamsburg this weekend, and Historical Jamestown and Yorktown next week. We were able to see some good friends of ours from WA, who now live in VA, and their 20 month old girl and Matthew played for a while.

My nausea has been WAAYYY better. I take half a zofran in the morning now and that is all. I've also been super eating machine lately too, which I guess is a good time to be hungry since Dave has five buffets on his eating out list!

The crab is calling so I must go tend to his needs. :) Until next time!...

Clap, Clap, Clap

This past weekend, September 24th, Matthew's Grammy and Grampy (?) went on the ferry with us to Long Island, NY. While there, the ones able had wine, while the rest of us enjoyed gingerbread cookies and farmer market stops. Along the way, we found a pumpkin patch. With a little pumpkin of our own, how could we resist? :) So we stopped and let Matthew choose a pumpkin. He chose a big one and a small one. The small one, of course, was for the mouth! We had a great time. Well, for the most part. Matthew is not fond of his car seat but overall it worked out pretty well.

On Monday, I tested my Bean's IQ. I looked at him and without any actions, I told him "clap, clap, clap" and he looed at me with a big grin and took his tiny hands and went "clap, clap, clap" with them! It was so cute! Then I held out my hand and told him "high five!" and he gave me a high five. I think he understands a lot more than he can actually communicate.

Matthew will be 10 months October 4th. Sprout is 15 weeks and three days today. I haven't felt any definite movement from Sprout yet. My doctor appointments are two weeks apart, which is weird not being seen more often like I was with Matthew. I still have five weeks before we find out Sprout's gender. With the waiting on Matthew and now the extra five weeks, this is tough~ I WANNA KNOW!!

Well, just put Matthew down for a nap. It never fails, every nap and bedtime he has to scream. Hmm.... guess I'll just get used to it not sure how to change that. Sometimes it's only two minutes, sometimes it's 15. He's definitely not happy right now though!

Sprout's next check up is October 11th, my sister's birthday. I'm looking forward to it because the one after that is the gender appointment! YAY!

9 Month Old and 12 Week Old

Matthew turned nine months on September 4th. In the past few days he continues to amaze us. He has taken his first sips from a sippy cup, has eaten meat loaf, loves pasta and sauce, hates baby food, and eats cheerios like they're going out of style! He likes playing hide and go seek under a blanket and giggles like crazy if you nuzzle his neck or rub his spine up and down. He has his fifth tooth coming in on the top row (two on bottom, three on top). He spent time with his Grandma and Grandpa last week and the week before both in TN and CT. He climbs the stairs faster than you can catch him! Dave and I looked around only after a minute of him being out of our site and he was already up seven stairs! He's great at going up it didn't take him any practice at all to figure it out. However, coming down would be a disaster if we actually let him! Today he had the biggest diaper blow out to date! Somehow, he was able to not only blow through his diaper, but skip his leg, and have a pile of poo in the bottom of his footed pjs. This will forever remain a mystery to me!

Sprout must be doing well because I am still sick and nauseaus all the time! Dave packs me a cooler of yogurt every night so when I wake up sick or hungry I can eat one. Helps a little I guess. So does Zofran. I also have a Prima Bella band... (well, did... until I 'misplaced' it) and that helped a little but it is not nearly as amazing as they want you to think. Sprout is about 2.5 inches big now. I am starting to show enough that if you knew me, you'd be able to tell. I heard Sprout's heartbeat on Friday , 160 BPM and going strong. My next ultrasound is in eight weeks, which seems like forever! Especially after Bean's pregnancy where I had an ultrasound almost once a week!

Glad it is football season. :) In between watching Matthew, being sick, changing Matthew, being sick, playing with and feeding Matthew, being sick, cleaning.... I have started practicing piano and watching football. :) Life is good.

Bean (and Sprout) are off to the airport tomorrow!

Stole husband's computer so have to type fast! Working on packing to take a trip home to SD. Bean's first airplane ride. I get sick enough as it is on airplanes, let alone being pregnant AND now, having a tot with me. So say a prayer! The nice United lady on the phone saved me a huge hassle and switched my last flight from a four hour layover to a two hour layover AND said my bags from American Airlines CAN be transferred to United. :) (I thought I had to go out of the airport, pick up bag, go back through security.) So, so far, this trip is already going well. :)

Sprout has another ultrasound tomorrow before we leave. His first one went well, saw yoke sac and heart beat. Have hemorraging around the uterus which is a cause for threatened miscarriage, but we are just holding onto the hope and prayer that God is "knitting him together in my womb."

The Sprout has Sprung!

What what you say? Yes, you read correctly! Bean is no longer alone, for Sprout is on his way! After two weeks of crazy nausea and absolute tiredness, three negative pregnancy tests later, a lot of stress about starting my period so I could get on with trying again...of all things, the cheap dollar pregnancy test showed two lines, equaling a positive result! As I could hardly believe my eyes, I decided to try again with the fancy digital "pregnant" "not pregnant" test, the same one that let me down just days before. To my relief, this time it read "pregnant."

I guess now is a great time to "spill the beans!" Yes, this is about Bean, this news, and not about Sprout. Why is Sprout's springing such a surprise? Well, because Bean took two and a half years to create, and only after two rounds of Clomid. That is right. I took Clomid to create the Beaner. Three weeks ago I saw my OB and she prescribed Clomid to me to try for another baby. I was just so mad this week that my period didn't start because I couldn't wait to start taking my Clomid. So Sprout is quite a spring of surprise on me because I never did start that round of Clomid! God created Sprout prior to the use of my drugs :) :) :)

Last night I threw up four times. Yes, that bad already. Makes me wonder if there is a Sprout 1 and a Sprout 2...

Bean ate his first oreo on July 1st. He ate his first peas on July 4th. He is sportin a shiny white bottom tooth and is utterly and completely full of joy and love. Aside from my head in the toilet, Bean will have 100% of the next nine months to himself. :)

June 17, 2011 So many things, so close to month 7!

Surprise! I'm back! Needless to say, I have been very busy the last few months. I haven't been keeping up with my writing as I had hoped. There is far too much life going on to worry about recording it!
Matthew Joseph is six months old and 13 days. Three days ago he decided to start crawling for the first time. It's more like 'scooting' but you get the idea. Two days ago he decided he was over crawling (already yes!) and instead thought he would be better at attempting to walk. So, daddy sat him on his little wiggly bottom and he leaned forward because he cannot balance himself yet. Instead of falling forward into a crawl, he fell forward, put one led under his butt, and did a one leg squat into standing position. Yeah, I didn't believe it either! Until yesterday evening when I sat wiggly down, put my hand behind his back, watched him fall forward, then, he took his two tiny legs and placed them below his hip and pushed up onto his feet in full standing position. So yes, our six month old two feet and 2.5 inch tall Bean stood up on his own. Exciting! (And kind of creepy!) We believe he will walk before full crawl because he does not like hardwood floors (certainly daddy's boy!)
Last night the Bean pot went to bed on his back at 8PM. I didn't hear a peep from him. Not at 11, not at 4:30, not at 5:30 not at 6... I would usually at least hear him moving around through the baby monitor or he'd full out wake up. Not last night. By 6:30 I got worried and went in to check on him. There he is stirring in his little sleep, fully on his belly. Since he's finally (about a week ago) figured out how to roll from his back to his tummy all by himself, here he was in bed, on his tummy all at his own doing. He was comfy and cozy in his favorite position, hence his long sleep! :)
Matthew got six month photos taken on June 4th by a nice lady who did his pictures for free because that is her thank you to my husband for his service in the military. We have some cute photos of him at the beach. She did a decent job.Last week I took Matthew to the splash pad on base housing. I put him in his little swim trunks and matching sun hat. I carried him through the sprinkling water and he didn't cry, as I thought he would, so we kept going. I held him by his arms and let him stomp his feet over the water spouts coming up. He got splashed in the face and kept on stomping. Then I let him put his hands in the spraying water, let him sit on the water, and walked him through droplets of water. He got soaked and loved every minute of it. We played in the water for a good half hour and he didn't make a peep of complaint! It was great!I made squash for Bean but that is not his favorite. I think he most enjoys his oatmeal with smashed banana and milk. He hates carrots. There will be more to experiment with soon!Bean is an amazingly smart and smiley little boy who is so very full of life!

Matthew's Wonderful Week with Family!

Cousin Grace and Aunt Bonnie came to stay for a week. Matthew thoroughly enjoyed the company, the extra smiles, the bath time help and added stories. Matthew spent some quality time with Daddy while the girls headed to the ocean to enjoy the scenery and fresh air. Matthew spent more time with Daddy when Grace and I went rock climbing, go cart racing, bat cage hitting, lazer tag chasing and mini golfing. Matthew's favorite part about the week had to be the aquarium. Cousin Grace held him up to see the sharks, which startled him (and her!). He LOVED the little orange turtles swimming about the cage. He fell asleep during the neat sea lion show and saw a bit of the beluga whales. He loved it so much I suckered into buying an annual pass so I can take him to walk around more often.

Grace was such a joy to have. She has matured over the years and was such a great help. She cleaned without being asked, cooked when she saw I was behind, and really helped out during bath time fun! She even spoiled cousin Matthew with additional toys and books.

We went to the casino and again left Matthew at home. It was nice just being able to walk around with the girls. We all spent a day at the seaport, Matthew in tow. He was a bit cold until after a feeding I realized I had a snow suit in the truck. Once he was bundled and in my carrier, he was happy the rest of the day. We saw giant whaling ships. Matthew even opened his eyes in the sunshine! That's a first!

Unfortunately, we also hit other firsts this week--Teething! Matthew has started to teeth. This has caused not only mouth pain, but ear pain, excess drooling, and a very runny nose! Aunt Bonnie was the savior when she was able to rock him, get him to eat from his bottle (nursing was a no-go!) and informed us to give him tylenol and orajel. Both seemed to do the trick! He was cranky all night and all the next morning. I attribute the next morning crankiness to the fact that his two favorite people had to get on the airplane and go home. But all in all, we had one majorly fantastic week!

Matthew is a smiling happy little man. 15 weeks 2 days now and his weight one week ago was 10 lbs 9 oz. He's definitely a bundle of awesomeness!

Twelve and a half weeks!

Last night was a first! Matthew ate at 9:45PM and did not wake again until 5:45AM to eat! 8 hours! I'm not sure that was so good for me, but I'm very proud of him! He's been doing so well. Yesterday he sat in his bouncy seat and I would sing la la la to him and smile big. He would smile big in return! I noticed that if I looked away and broke eye contact and started watching TV, he would get upset that he didn't have my full attention! He has quite the personality!

In the next several weeks we will have many visitors. Matthew has a cousin, two aunties, Grammy, Grandpa, and an Uncle all coming to see him. We are very much looking forward to each visit.

The Bean is squaking as I write. He is supposed to be napping but refuses to sleep. I'm almost beginning to wonder if it is his 12 week growth spurt coming on. I think I will have to go get him up early once again and try to feed him. At the end of the month we  start round 2 for immunizations. All have went well so far. We did one shot a week for four weeks. He's a champ!