Archive for December, 2009

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365 Days – it sure flew by fast!

December 30, 2009
1 year old Parker

1 year old Parker

Last year on December 30th Zach and I got up before the sun (4am). I enjoyed my last shower for a few days, and then we grabbed our bag and drove about 3 blocks down the street to the hospital. When we arrived at the labor & delivery desk at 5am, they whisked me into a room and directly in to a johnny and then to bed where they stuck me with a few IV’s. We hung out and watched Parker’s movement on the fetal monitor for a while, and went through a few stacks of paperwork. Zach changed into some lovely maroon scrubs and at some point, I got my epidural. By 7:30am I was wheeled down to the operating room. I remember shivering a lot – first from the epidural, and then the cool temperature in the OR compounded the shaking. The very kind anesthesiologist tucked a warmed blanket around my head and shoulders while the rest of the operating team worked below my waist. I can remember a few tugs and pulls, and then wondering if they were going to make the incision soon, which is right when I first heard your little squeaky cry.

A few hours later, Zach and I were settled back in our room with the newest addition to our family, Parker Austin. Luckily, this time around, one of us knew how to breastfeed, so that process went a little more smoothly. Right from the start, you were Squeaky – you were the noisiest eater we had seen, and we chuckled over your little noises. You had lots of visitors that first day, and slept through nearly all of it. Your brother was so excited to meet you, and immediately insisted that we unswaddle you so that he could see your toes (I know, he’s got some strange ideas at times).

Eventually the visitors dwindled, and the three of us slept and relaxed for the rest of the day. The next few days in the hospital were pretty quiet and relaxed. You slept a lot, and I tried to sleep whenever possible. We tried to learn as much about your new personality as possible. We let you stay up to watch the ball drop on New Year’s Eve, but I told you that would be the last time in a long time that we’d allow it ;-) I finally let your Dad eat Thai food (during our pregnancy, I wouldn’t let anyone even have it in the same room with me – even the sight of the restaurant was enough to make me feel nauseous).

You have been a joy and delight every day since you were conceived. At the same time, you have challenged us in ways we could not have anticipated every day. You can be the best, happiest baby, and you have the most adorable smile that has only gotten cuter with the six teeth you have sprouted. On the other hand, you have very strong opinions, and are not shy about letting us know when you are irritated. Mostly, you get mad when we try to change your diaper (which sometimes takes two people – one to pin you down, and one to clean you up) or try to get you dressed – the cold winter has provided plenty of challenges for all of us – you can take mittens off almost as fast as we can put them on, and many days we skip them (assuming the weather isn’t too cold).

You are a wonderful sleeper.  If you had been our first child, we might have considered having a whole litter.  The first 6-8 months were rough, but now you’re amazing and we very much appreciate that (especially because your brother is still a rotten sleeper).  You are also an excellent eater (not at all picky) which is refreshing.  I’m sure you’ll develop your own picky tastes as you toddle into childhood, but for now we are enjoying the fact that you’ll eat pretty much all of whatever we put on your tray.

You learned to roll over at about 5 months.  By 7 months you were scooting and then crawling.  At 10 months you could stand for the briefest of seconds on your own, and started to cruise on furniture.  You took your first steps in the middle of your 11th month, but you still prefer to crawl  (oh man, you are the fastest crawler – it’s tough to keep up with you sometimes!)

You are a rough and tumble little boy.  You love to tackle your brother, or anyone else who might be sitting or lying on the floor.  You learned to crawl up the stairs at 9 months, but we are still too terrified to let you do it on your own, and your climbing back down skills are still a bit weak.  In some ways, you can be just like your brother.  In others, you are his antithesis, you are chaos where he is order.  He has loved you from the beginning though, and the two of you are clearly friends.  Xander does not like to go places without you, and even when offered a treat, he refuses if you can’t come.  He always remembers to ask if you can have some of whatever he has, and he loves it when the two of you “match” – especially clothing (which personally, isn’t my thing, but I do indulge your brother from time to time).  It is easy to see that you two will be the best of friends for years to come.

If I could only use one word to describe your first year, it would be bouncy.  We’ve had lots of ups and downs with you (your weight, your sleeping pattern, your moods, etc.) and the one movement you have loved ever since you could hold your head steady is bouncing – if we could just hold you under your arms, you would jump and bounce happily for hours at a time (unfortunately, we have yet to meet anyone with the arm strength to keep up with that desire).

You are my youngest and last son.  I love you more than words can describe.  You are smart, strong willed and have brief but wonderful moments of tenderness.  One of my favorite memories from 2009 will always be rocking quietly with you in front of the fire as you fall asleep and watching the snow slowly fall out the window.  It was as close to perfection as I have gotten in a long time.  I hope your first year was as wonderful for you as it was for us, and I know that this coming year will be just as amazing.  Happy Birthday Peanut!

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Still Having Fun!

December 18, 2009

Xander & PoohZach and I might have been struggling with Christmas Spirit this year (we’re getting much better, but I’ll feel a lot better when all of the ordered presents arrive, and we get everything wrapped!) but I don’t think it’s affected the boy’s at all (thankfully!) I think they are still going to have a wonderfully magic Christmas, and as soon as all the wrapping paper is off the floor, it’ll be time to celebrate Parker’s first birthday!

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Grinchy Update

December 7, 2009

A few Christmas fairies in the form of some very generous family members called last night to say they’re sending us a little Christmas bonus – to be used specifically to make sure our kids have a magical Christmas.  While Christmas time is most definitely not about money, it is quite difficult to make any of those Christmas traditions possible without a little bit of cash flow – trees, wreaths, lights, etc. all cost money.  So, with the pressure of finding a funding source for Christmas cheer off our backs, I’m finding it easier to get excited about tree decorating and a visit to Santa this weekend.  Perhaps we’ll still be able to make this Christmas a special one.  Thank you to everyone  who reached out after reading my super grumpy post.  And, of course – Merry Christmas!!

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Searching (and failing) for Christmas Spirit this year…

December 4, 2009

Warning: This is a grumpy, whiny, self-pitying post.  Move on to greener pastures here if you aren’t interested.

Most years I love Christmas time.  I love decorating the house, putting candles in the windows, making cookies with my mother, preparing Christmas cards and sending them to 60+ family, friends and coworkers, selecting and buying presents, wrapping and finally giving presents, cutting down a tree with my family and decorating it, holiday parties, and holiday food and most importantly, spending time with family and friends.  Generally everyone is in a good mood for the entire month.  People are more generous and friendly, everyone smiles and wishes you a Merry Christmas.  Kids are excited and happy, in my little world, Christmas time is a great time of year.

Except this year.  This year it sucks. I haven’t been able to drum up even an ounce of excitement for this huge holiday looming in front of me.  I don’t want to see any Christmas lights on houses because it just mocks the fact that I can’t have any lights in my rental house this year.  The same with decorations.  I don’t have a single Christmas decoration up in my house – not one.  They’re packed away in boxes, buried under mounds of stuff.  I feel like I’m completely failing my kids in the decorating department.  It makes me want to cry whenever I think about it.  We’ve figured out most of what we need to buy for Christmas this year, but we haven’t figured out where we’re going to come up with the cash to pay for them.  And, even when we do finally buy the gifts, the presents under the tree are going to be sparse this year, and even though our kids are too young to notice, Zach and I know that, and want to be able to give them more…

I’m so stressed about money (or lack thereof) and about our house sale/purchase (eventually…) that I’ve mostly stopped sleeping.  Even though my children are finally sleeping well, I’m awake at ridiculous hours of the night fretting and worrying about everything that we’re precariously balancing at the moment.  So not only am I grumpy about Christmas, I’m just tired in general which just makes it harder for me to hide my grumpiness.

I have to miss one of the holiday parties this year – with 2 little kids it’s just too much to chase them around an office party.  I had small hopes that perhaps the party would be at our house, which would have eliminated that difficulty, but it’s not.  So, Zach will go to the party, and I’ll stay home with the boys.  The holiday party for my office is new, different, and I’m not sure what to expect (besides having to come back to work for 2 hours after the party – the day before the holiday break…)

After sick kids and broken vehicles and (someday) closing on our house, I won’t have enough vacation days to take the whole week of Christmas off.  So while everyone else is home and the office is empty, I’ll be working.

I’m going through the motions, but I’m not excited about any of it this year.  I’ve mentioned this a few times, hoping someone might be able to help me find some Christmas spirit, to help me put some real joy back into the season, but I’ve come up empty.  We’re in a strange house that I can’t decorate, and we don’t have any money.  I don’t want to do Christmas.  If we didn’t have kids, I’d beg Zach to just skip it.  But we do have kids, so I’m forcing myself through the motions, but I’m miserable doing it.  I’ve turned into one of those people who hates the holidays, and I hate that about myself.

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That’ll Leave An Emotional Mark…

December 2, 2009

Last night Xander woke up sometime around 2:30 am.  Most of the time he cries until one of us comes down to help him.  This time, he decided to come find us.  After our first night in the new house, we discovered that we really needed quite a few night lights around (otherwise movement about the house was quite treacherous!)  So, there is of course a night light in Xander’s room as well as one in the living room right outside.  One in the stairway upstairs, and one in the hallway just outside our bedroom.  I say this to illustrate that we don’t leave our kid completely alone in the dark – there is light, and he has successfully made his way from his room to our room in the night before.

Unfortunately, last night he didn’t make it…  In a sleepy stupor opened the first door he found (the closet) and walked inside.  The door closed behind him, leaving him in complete darkness (no, we don’t have a nightlight in the closet – who knew we needed one!)  He of course began to cry, but a floor away in a close closet at 2:30 am, his cries took a minute to reach our sleeping ears.  By the time Zach rescued him, he had wet himself completely (shirt, pants, underwear and socks).  We changed him, and then wrapped him in our arms in our bed for the rest of the night.  After a few whimpers he settled down and snuggled with us for a few more hours.

This morning he didn’t seem to remember his traumatic nighttime events, but boy if he ever does, that’s enough to leave some kind of emotional mark on one’s psyche…