Monday, June 29, 2009
I'm going to be taking a brief break from blogging for a while.....to enjoy and lap up every moment I can with my newborn daughter, Marley. She arrived safe and sound at 9:25 PM on Saturday, June 20, 2009. 6 pounds, 8 ounces and 18.5 inches long. 8 and 8 on her apgar. She is a beautiful, healthy baby girl with the blackest, fullest head of hair I've ever seen on a newborn. Pics to follow when I can....but she's safe, she's ours, and she's home. Many thanks for all your prayers and support.
Friday, June 12, 2009
It began with an article I found, "Potty Training in One Day" and we followed that up with the one book I always swore I would never buy, "Everybody Poops". In the days leading up to the big day, we tried talking to Alex about it. He had #1 mastered for many months; our trouble now was getting him trained for #2. Here's how it went.
Mommy: Alex, we need to talk. Tomorrow is going to be a very big day for you.
Mommy: Alex, would you like to not to wear pullups anymore, not like your little baby brothers do?
Mommy: You're a big boy now, and you need to learn to not poop in your diapers anymore.
Alex: OK, mommy.
Mommy: Did you know that everyone poops?
Mommy: And grown up boys poop in the potty!
Mommy: Andrew poops and Austin poops, but they poop in their diapers, and they're babies, and that's OK for babies.
Mommy: But you're not a baby, you're a big boy, so you need to not poop in your pants. OK?
Mommy: You need to put your poopies in the toilet, like grown up people, coz everyone poops. Mommy poops, Daddy poops...
Alex: Daddy poops!
Mommy: Yes, Alex, Daddy poops...everyone poops!
Alex: And farts.
Mommy: Well, yes.
Alex: Daddy farts.
Mommy: Well, yes, Daddy farts, but this is not about farting. This is about pooping.
Alex: Mommy? Daddy farts a lot.
Mommy: Uh-huh, OK, Daddy farts a lot...
Alex: And loud. Daddy farts loud, mommy.
Mommy: (Trying not to laugh) Alex, pay attention, we're not talking about farting, we're talking about pooping.
Alex: Daddy farts loud and he farts lots of times, mommy.
Mommy: (Trying not to laugh)...mmhh, OK, I know that, but I need you to put on your listening ears and pay attention. We need to talk about pooping right now. Not farting.
Alex: Daddy farts every day, mommy, sometimes bunches and bunches of times every day.
Mommy: (Trying very hard not to laugh): Alex, now listen...
Alex: Austin farts and Andrew farts, too.
Mommy: (About to bust out laughing now) Yes, they do, but Alex, pay attention.
Alex: Mommy? Mommy? I will fart! I will fart like Daddy and Austin and Andrew fart! I will fart loud! I will fart loud like this (stands up very, very, ramrod straight, arms at each side, eyes wide open, and he opens his mouth, wide, very wide, to where you can see his tonsils and screams, oh, so very loudly: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Mommy: Oh, Lord. (Gives up....starting laughing)
Alex: (Stands up very straight, very erect and at attention).
"Mommy, I will fart LOUD and everyone will say, (he leans forward and to one side, cocks his head and cups his hand around his ear, like he's listening for something, his eyes darting about, and says), "everyone will say, what was dat noise?"
Mommy: (Tears... laugh....) Pete, help me!
Alex: "And I will say...." looking very sweetly, very innocently at mommy and daddy, Alex says, loudly: "And I will say, "it was THE FART MAN!"
Mommy and Daddy: tears, rolling, falling on the floor with laughter, can't stand up, can't breathe, can't stop laughing.
Alex: sweetly, innocently, "Mommy, Daddy, what's da matter?"
Monday, June 8, 2009
So 2008 was well underway....we celebrated Valentine’s Day with candy and small toys, and then went on a few days later to celebrate Austin’s 1st birthday. I could not believe it....Austin, a year old already. We kept the celebration small. Pizza with the family at my parent’s house, then with a chocolate cake to dive into and gobble up afterwards. What a crazy year it had been
We got home early from Austin’s first birthday party because baby Andrew was scheduled for surgery the next day. I have not mentioned it yet on this blog, but Andrew was born with Amniotic Band Symdrome. You can learn more about it at
While Casey was pregnant with Andrew, he at some point during his development got his right hand caught in the amniotic sac. The amniotic sac, which is fiberous in nature, wound around the middle, ring and pinky fingers on his right hand, causing a disfigurement. His middle finger is intact, and has full function, mobility and circulation, but looks a little creased at the base of the finger. His ring finger was heavily disfigured, the band having wrapped around the finger at the base and causing it to swell up and look like a small sausage. The ring finger, though, no matter what it looked like, also had full mobility and circulation. His pinky finger, however, was severed while inutero, leaving only the smallest of stumps in place of his finger.
So our task at hand was to find an orthopedic surgeon and come up with a plan to make Andrew’s hand a little more functional and a lot less disfigured looking. The city we live in has one of the top hand surgeons in the country, and we met with him and just love, love, love this doctor. We were given a number of options for little Andrew, and after a few months and making sure he was old enough and strong enough for surgery, he was scheduled for the first of several surgeries on February 21st.
The short version of a long story is that Andrew came through just fine. The surgery took a lot less time that I imagined it would, and he was such a trooper, laughing and punch-drunk from the anesthesia in the recovery room afterwards. That is, after getting his morphine. When we first saw him, he was beet red and ticked off! He wanted his mommy and daddy, not these strange nurses holding him. So after getting tangled up in his IV cords and nearly tripping and killing us both, I settled in for a soothing rock with my youngest. After about an hour of peace and quiet, they discharged him and sent us home, with my baby in a full cast up to his shoulder, to be worn for the next 6 weeks!
And I have to wonder who that 6 weeks was worse on...Andrew, being the one in the cast; us - his parents, watching him learn to crawl all hiked up with that cast; or his brothers, for being the recipients of many, many bonks on the head by their baby brother, wish his very own, built in baseball bat for a right arm!
Kids...making lemonda outta lemons, huh?
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
So here's another one of Alex's enlightening conversations. It was the day after we'd been to Busch Gardens, and we'd gotten up and gone to church and brunch that morning, so it had been a very lazy afternoon, with everyone napping to catch up on our sleep. We were all a little tired and lazy, and I really wasn't in the mood to cook a lot, or have the boys be fussy about what I cooked, so it was pretty much let everyone eat whatever they want, as long as it's leftovers, or something very easy. Alex is a little grouchy, and it goes like this:
Mommy: What to do want for supper?
Alex (grouchy): I don't want supper.
Mommy: Are you not hungry?
Alex (whiny): Yes, I am hungry!
Mommy: OK, so what to do want to eat?
Alex (whiny): I don't know.
Mommy: Do you want chicken?
Alex (huffy): I want breakfast.
Mommy: Well, that's OK Do you want eggs and sausage?
Alex (grouchy): No!
Mommy: Well, what do you want?
Alex (whiny): I want nuffin.
Mommy: Come on, Alex, tell me what you want...I'm easy tonight. You want waffles?
Alex (whiny): I don't want waffles!
Mommy: OK, you don't have to eat waffles. Just tell me what you want.
Alex (huffy): I want lunch!
Mommy: All right, how about a sandwich, a ham sandwich, and some fruit?
Alex (huffy): No, no samich!
Mommy: Alex, what do you want then, son?
Alex (huffy): I want nuffin!
Alex (grouchy): Yes, I want nuffin!
Mommy: OK, well, let's fry up a great big bowl of nuffin.
Mommy and Daddy get out a big frying pan and pretend to be cooking up a big bunch of nuffin.
Mommy: OK, here it is, Alex, your bowl of nuffin.
Alex: Aaaaahhhhh, I don't want nuffin.
Mommy: Well, remember, you just said you want nuffin. So we fixed you nuffin. Now you don't want nuffin?
Alex: No, I don't want nuffin. I want sumpin.
Mommy: What's sumpin?
Alex: I don't know.
Mommy: Well, what do you want. Just name it and I'll fix it.
Alex: I want dinner!
Mommy: Well, what do you want for dinner....we'll fix whatever you want.
Alex: I don't know what I want.
Mommy: Alex, you have to eat something. Do you want cereal, do you want waffles, do you want a sandwich, do you want pizza, what to you want?
Alex (screeching): MOMMY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT, BUT I WANT IT RIGHT NOW!
Mommy (wisely): Such is life, Alex, trust me, such is life.