Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Although Grandpa John was pretty entertaining, he was nothing compared to a real ride in a fire engine. Grandpa John split the kids into two groups, loaded them in the truck, and took them for a spin around the parking lot. Pretty cool. The last thing the kids got to do was my favorite. Each kid got to put on a fireman jacket and hat and spray the hose.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Oh, and a for an update on the actual baby, for now Oct 7th will be induction day. I was really bummed (and in my hormonal state actually cried about it because I was hoping for the 2nd) but I have since come to appreciate my doctor's decision knowing that he is the expert. Unfortunately, I don't seem to dilate at all until really close to my due date, and even at that it is minimal and slow. My doctor says I have to do my homework (manage to dilate to a 1) before he can induce. We've set the Oct 7th date, but he says if I can complete my homework early, we can move the date up.
To help me not go crazy in the meantime, Kirk and I have booked a hotel for Oct 2nd & 3rd (with points Kirk has earned with all his business travel). My parents are going to take the kids, and I am looking forward to a quiet, relaxing weekend where I can catch up on sleep and spend my miserable time in the pool.
So 2 weeks & 3 days.... I can do it!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
If you're still reading, here's the current source of my anxiety. I didn't breastfeed either Adam or Alex (Adam wasn't into it, and my schedule with Alex wouldn't have permitted it), but I really want to try breastfeeding this time around. I wish I could say it was for the right reasons, like supposedly being better for the baby, but I'll be honest - it's not. My somewhat selfish reasons for wanting to breastfeed are:
1. It's cheaper.
2. I feel like I have something to prove to myself - that I can breastfeed.
3. I have no good excuses not to.
I really want to succeed, but I'm already starting to have anxiety about it, and I know that the more uptight I am about it, the harder it's going to be. So to help easy my anxiety, I need tips from moms who've been there. I'm mostly worried about the emotional aspects of breastfeeding: feeling so needed all the time, having to sit still long enough to actually feed the baby, etc.
Here's what I've done so far:
1. Set up a glider in the nursery, facing into the room with the back to the door. I'm hoping this will help me focus on what I'm doing and not on everything else going on in the house. (But I can keep the door open so I'm still approachable if a kid needs me.)
2. Used credit card reward points to order a new iPod Nano. The plan is to make a playlist of songs that either calm me or put me in a happy mood. I'm hoping this will take the focus off how much time I've spent feeding the baby. (I have serious issues with feeling like I'm doing nothing for any length of time.)
3. Signed up for a breastfeeding class which was supposed to be tonight but got postponed to the 28th. (I now get to spend my birthday in a breastfeeding class. Yay.)
Now I just need tips, tricks, and encouragement from those of you who've been through it, and then we'll see how this goes.
Friday, September 11, 2009
I married an accountant. Translation: my husband is not trained for construction projects. And he married a whatever I am. Translation: I am not trained for "domestic" projects like sewing. But he and I have both been slowly increasing our skills with each project we try to do, and this time, neither of our fathers had to come to our rescue. (Although we did use them for a bit of advice, some tools, and a bit of lumber. Thanks, dads.)
The biggest challenge was definately trying to figure out the hinges (because the two center sections of the window seat open for storage). Other than that, the project went surprising according to plan.
The easiest part was making the slipcovers for the pillows. I expected it to be more of a project than it turned out to be. Maybe I'm just finally getting decent at sewing. I can almost even sew in a straight line these days!
I still hope that someday we can afford to just pay people to complete my crazy ideas, but I do have to say that finishing this project by ourselves is definately something to be proud of.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Today was his first day of school, which I had decided not to blog about. But I quickly changed my mind when I picked him up today. At his preschool, the whole class walks in a line to the front doors where they are then handed over to the appropriate adults. Since Adam's name is so early in the alphabet, he gets to be at the head of the line on the first day of school (2 years running). Right away, I noticed the beaded necklace he'd made. I thought it was a really cute project, and that the teachers probably instructed the kids to group them by color, and maybe even to count out a certain number of beads. Then I noticed the normal 4 year old's necklaces. They were not grouped by color. The charms were not evenly spaced. They looked as if they had a great time just stringing things on in whatever order they happened to pick them up. I reiterate that I consider this behavior normal.
Kirk and I are collecting a file of evidence to hand over to Adam when someday he realizes his weird need for order is precisely that: weird. We want to make sure he knows that we did not do this to him. He came to us this way. So far we have pictures of a gingerbread house with the candies separated by type and placed in straight lines. We have pictures of Christmas ornaments which had to be grouped by color so they'd have friends. Today, we'll add this:
Oh, and one thing I didn't notice until Adam pointed it out. "Mom, the apple is next to the red beads because it is red. The pencil is next to the yellow beads because it is yellow. I had to put the chalkboard next to the green beads because there were no black beads."
Saturday, September 5, 2009
He looks so big to me here, but I started to think that when I look back at this picture in 2, 5, or 10 years, he will look so small. With each child, time seems to pass so much more quickly, and I just felt like I needed to stop and enjoy this moment. I stared at him for a minute or two, then got the camera. He looked up at me as if to say, "What are you doing? I'm just playing my leapster!" Then he smiled at me and went back to his game. I love this kid so much, and I loved this moment so much that I just had to share. In the words of the Darius Rucker song, "It won't be like this for long."