Weather and virus included in that statement.
It seems Texas has finally decided to catch up with the calendar and get cold. As in, you best keep your butt inside the house before the 30 mph wind gusts blows it to the ground while it is 30 degrees outside, cold. A cold front came through Christmas day and has set up shop here since. While I don't mind cold weather (definitely better than 80 degree days in December), I do mind the wind. I have never experienced wind like we have in Texas, and I've lived and visited many places. My theory is because we have no tall trees, mountains or hills, for that matter, the wind has nothing to stop it. In essence, it just blows hard across everything. In the winter time, you get the bitter cold wind which takes your breath away. In the summer, you get the blow dryer hot wind which does nothing to cool you down. Texas weather is a force unto itself.
As for the other part of the cold, almost our entire family has been taken with the cold virus. That is to say everyone but Sawyer and I are sick. It started with Cullen over 2 weeks ago with a runny nose. He never really got better, so Andrew took him to the doctor yesterday. We got tired of the constant snot. Good thing we brought him in because he had the beginnings of an ear infection. Cullen received his prescription for antibiotics. We also had a concern because it seems as though Cullen is always have a runny nose. The doctor suggested putting him on Claritin. We shall see how it works.
Jackson came down with the cold yesterday. He's had a runny nose and not quite feeling himself. Andrew started feeling sick on Christmas day and had the full fledged cold the day after Christmas. Andrew has been fighting it ever since, and it has yet to go away. I swear any time the boys get sick Andrew gets sick. It's almost envitable. I don't get it. His immune system needs to catch up with mine.
As for me, I get to take care of all three sick boys. Sawyer is not sick (thank god!). I have been keeping him as isolated from the two boys as much as possible. Last thing I need is a sick baby.
Send up some thoughts and prayers that this blows through our house as quickly as the wind outside has been blowing, and Sawyer and I do not come down with the cold. I would like everyone better for the new year.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
What a Christmas!
Christmas day has come and gone. Oh what Christmas it was!
Jackson is old enough to be excited about Santa and Nathan the Elf. Cullen was excited as well, but more because Jackson was so excited. Sawyer is just happy to eat and sleep in peace.
Our Christmas activities started on Christmas Eve. I took the boys to the gym with me in the morning to get my pre stuff-my-face workout. After coming home, I immediately started baking. I made a kickass cheesecake. I didn't even crack the top of the cheesecake this time, so I was pretty proud of myself. Andrew made coffee cake for the next morning which turned out really good as well.
We went to 4pm Christmas Eve Mass. We had to wake the boys up early from their naps to get ready and arrive at church early. We got there at 3:30pm and the church was already full. Crazy! We moseyed on over to the parish hall which was practically empty and found seats. As our priest stated at the beginning of Mass, if Jesus can be born in a barn, we can celebrate Christmas Eve Mass in the parish hall on plastic chairs.
After Mass, I started making dinner. Its become tradition with Andrew and I to have shrimp and grits as a Christmas Eve dinner. I have made it now for the past 4 years. After dinner, Jackson and Cullen spread out their reindeer food in the front lawn. Jackson and Cullen then picked out two cookies each for Santa. Andrew helped put out the glass of milk. After all the preparations for Santa were done, the boys went off to bed. Andrew and I popped in a movie and relaxed.
Christmas morning, we were woken up at 7am by Cullen who insisted on watching choos choos on TV. Andrew and I got up to make coffee and turn on the wassail I made the day before. I fed Sawyer who woke up soon after, and Jackson woke up at 7:30am. Andrew was in the front room taking pictures of all the presents Santa left the boys when Jackson woke up. He got to see Jackson's reaction seeing Santa had come. It was precious and pure boy when he squealed, "Cool!" I would have gotten this on tape with a video camera, but it broke that morning. The red filter stopped working so everything was in black and white or blue and green. It was completely random, but it happened. Andrew broke out one of our digital cameras, and he recorded the morning on it instead. We roll with the punches in this household! We proceeded to open presents, eat breakfast, and enjoy Christmas morning.
Cullen and Jackson proceeded to play with their new toys for the rest of the day. It ended up being a very nice day and not too stressful. We enjoyed each others company and soaked in the day. It really felt like Christmas when a cold front blew through. We reached a high of 72 at 9am and our temperature plummeted to the 30s by the time night came around. Lets not forget to mention the hurricane force winds that blew through at a constant 25-30mph the whole day and most of last night. It was cold! Our wind chill was in the teens this morning.
I hope you had a Merry Christmas and were able to relax and enjoy this holiday!
Jackson is old enough to be excited about Santa and Nathan the Elf. Cullen was excited as well, but more because Jackson was so excited. Sawyer is just happy to eat and sleep in peace.
Our Christmas activities started on Christmas Eve. I took the boys to the gym with me in the morning to get my pre stuff-my-face workout. After coming home, I immediately started baking. I made a kickass cheesecake. I didn't even crack the top of the cheesecake this time, so I was pretty proud of myself. Andrew made coffee cake for the next morning which turned out really good as well.
We went to 4pm Christmas Eve Mass. We had to wake the boys up early from their naps to get ready and arrive at church early. We got there at 3:30pm and the church was already full. Crazy! We moseyed on over to the parish hall which was practically empty and found seats. As our priest stated at the beginning of Mass, if Jesus can be born in a barn, we can celebrate Christmas Eve Mass in the parish hall on plastic chairs.
After Mass, I started making dinner. Its become tradition with Andrew and I to have shrimp and grits as a Christmas Eve dinner. I have made it now for the past 4 years. After dinner, Jackson and Cullen spread out their reindeer food in the front lawn. Jackson and Cullen then picked out two cookies each for Santa. Andrew helped put out the glass of milk. After all the preparations for Santa were done, the boys went off to bed. Andrew and I popped in a movie and relaxed.
Christmas morning, we were woken up at 7am by Cullen who insisted on watching choos choos on TV. Andrew and I got up to make coffee and turn on the wassail I made the day before. I fed Sawyer who woke up soon after, and Jackson woke up at 7:30am. Andrew was in the front room taking pictures of all the presents Santa left the boys when Jackson woke up. He got to see Jackson's reaction seeing Santa had come. It was precious and pure boy when he squealed, "Cool!" I would have gotten this on tape with a video camera, but it broke that morning. The red filter stopped working so everything was in black and white or blue and green. It was completely random, but it happened. Andrew broke out one of our digital cameras, and he recorded the morning on it instead. We roll with the punches in this household! We proceeded to open presents, eat breakfast, and enjoy Christmas morning.
Cullen and Jackson proceeded to play with their new toys for the rest of the day. It ended up being a very nice day and not too stressful. We enjoyed each others company and soaked in the day. It really felt like Christmas when a cold front blew through. We reached a high of 72 at 9am and our temperature plummeted to the 30s by the time night came around. Lets not forget to mention the hurricane force winds that blew through at a constant 25-30mph the whole day and most of last night. It was cold! Our wind chill was in the teens this morning.
I hope you had a Merry Christmas and were able to relax and enjoy this holiday!
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| The whole family after Christmas Eve Mass |
Monday, December 24, 2012
Crisis Averted!
Earlier last week, before I had done any grocery shopping, Andrew comes into the bathroom saying, "Do we still have the coffee filter that came with the coffee maker?"
Me, with shampoo down my face, asked him to repeat his questions while rinsing the burning hot magma out of my eyes. Finally, I hear what he's saying and ask why.
"We're out of coffee filters," Andrew states.
We both look at each other like we have just heard of the death of a family member. I mean we were truly devastated. I felt my morning turning into this dreadfully bad day because the thought of no coffee.
Then I had an epiphany! "Yes, we do. I just saw the last three we had yesterday!" I triumphantly say.
After finishing my shower in record time, I go into the kitchen drawer, dig though piles of crap we have stuffed in there, and found the coffee filters! I swear I heard angels singing on high. It was an early Christmas miracle!
I started the coffee maker, and I ran back into the bathroom to tell Andrew. I was so proud of myself. Our day was saved by the wonder of coffee and caffeine. Crisis Averted!
And 80 more coffee filters were purchased later that day.
Me, with shampoo down my face, asked him to repeat his questions while rinsing the burning hot magma out of my eyes. Finally, I hear what he's saying and ask why.
"We're out of coffee filters," Andrew states.
We both look at each other like we have just heard of the death of a family member. I mean we were truly devastated. I felt my morning turning into this dreadfully bad day because the thought of no coffee.
Then I had an epiphany! "Yes, we do. I just saw the last three we had yesterday!" I triumphantly say.
After finishing my shower in record time, I go into the kitchen drawer, dig though piles of crap we have stuffed in there, and found the coffee filters! I swear I heard angels singing on high. It was an early Christmas miracle!
I started the coffee maker, and I ran back into the bathroom to tell Andrew. I was so proud of myself. Our day was saved by the wonder of coffee and caffeine. Crisis Averted!
And 80 more coffee filters were purchased later that day.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Girls Conversation
On our way home from the gym yesterday, I had an interesting conversation with Jackson.
Mom: Did you have fun playing at the gym today?
Jackson: Yes!
Me: Good.
Jackson: I played with two girls today! We had fun.
Me: Ooh! What were their names?
Jackson: (complete silence)
Me: Jackson, what were the two girls names.
Jackson: (still silence) It's my song! (a new song had started on the radio)
Just what I need, a heart breaker in my family. Looks like I'm going to have to teach this boy when you play with girls, it is of vital importance that you remember their names! We (as I am speaking for all girls) like our names to be remembered amongst other things. Seems like the education on interacting with girls needs to begin early in this one.
Mom: Did you have fun playing at the gym today?
Jackson: Yes!
Me: Good.
Jackson: I played with two girls today! We had fun.
Me: Ooh! What were their names?
Jackson: (complete silence)
Me: Jackson, what were the two girls names.
Jackson: (still silence) It's my song! (a new song had started on the radio)
Just what I need, a heart breaker in my family. Looks like I'm going to have to teach this boy when you play with girls, it is of vital importance that you remember their names! We (as I am speaking for all girls) like our names to be remembered amongst other things. Seems like the education on interacting with girls needs to begin early in this one.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Christmas Family Picture
Last week, I finally got the whole family together for our annual family Christmas picture. Here you go!
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| Merry Christmas from our family to yours! |
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Cowboy Boots!
The cowboy boots have arrived! He is a true Texan! Santa probably would have brought them, except for the small detail of not knowing what size to get. Jackson had been begging me for cowboy boots for awhile. I'm not sure what burr got up his butt about having a pair of cowboy boots, but it did. When we went to go buy the boys' new shoes the other day (and yes, I just bought them shoes not but 4 months ago because they have huge feet!), Jackson also got his cowboy boots. He was ecstatic and has tried to wear them all the time ever since we got home.
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| Showing off his cowboy boots! |
Monday, December 17, 2012
Getting my booty back to normal
It has been 6 weeks since I have given birth to Sawyer. I don't have my pre-pregnant body back. I know its early, and I literally lost the baby weight, post birth weight, and water weight already. Still, it's been bothering me.
Here's the thing. Let me give you a little insight into my thought process and background before you all go charging the door saying I need to shut up and shove it because I'm full of shit. I was in the fitness/recreation industry for a decade before I decided to stay at home with my kids. When you are in this industry, you have the drive and desire to be in shape (or at least the majority of us do and should!). You work your butt off everyday to make yourself a shining example of what healthy should look like. Notice I said healthy and not skinny. But you still have self doubts especially when you're around the gym so much and see all of the 'skinny' people. You get in a mindset that you have to always be at optimum performance and looking great all the time. Last thing I wanted to be was the overweight fitness staff member. So I am used to being a certain way and seeing my body a certain way.
I was and still am like every other normal woman out there. My weight fluctuated throughout college, grad school and upon entering the work force. Granted, I didn't have huge fluctuations. In college and graduate school, I was at the gym at least 5 days a week personal training, teaching group exercise classes, and working studiously in the office doing the business side (aka crunching numbers, taking care of staffing, etc). While at the gym, I worked out. It was easy convenient, and I wanted to set a good example for our members. I was in good shape. And it is easy to forget that was a few years back, and I am not going to jump right back to the way I was.
With my first pregnancy, I indulged a little too much for me. I gained the' correct amount of weight' according to my doctor, but I knew it was too much. Looking at pictures of myself after giving birth, I was the largest I had ever been, ever. It took me several months of exercising and eating healthy to get back to normal.
Of course, my rockin' body landed me into being pregnant 8 months after giving birth (thanks hubby!). During my second pregnancy, I was chasing around after a child and eating healthy. I gained a healthy amount of weight, but a good 10lb less than my first pregnancy. I swear after giving birth my body almost naturally went back to normal within a month or two. I was ecstatic!
Several months later I joined a gym and honed my workout to achieve a healthier more optimal me. I knew I would never get back down to the size I was in high school or college. It just isn't realistic. After deciding and becoming pregnant for the third time, I was determined to have the same weight gain and loss results as my second pregnancy. It didn't quite happen.
I worked out 2-3 days a week, every week throughout my entire pregnancy. My last workout was 2 days before I went into labor. I made modifications as needed, especially after I got a stress fracture in my foot. I gained more than my second but less than my first pregnancy. I wasn't too thrilled about it, but I honestly did everything I thought I could.
After a more intense labor and delivery than before, I honestly thought I would magically pop back into my former self. Yea, my bubble popped extremely loudly when that didn't happen.
I was and still am down about it. Since I can't bring Sawyer to the gym with me, I go on weekends when Andrew can watch the boys. I do smaller workouts during nap time when possible. Its been 6 weeks, and I'm still not back to where I started.
Am I upset about this? Yes. Have I been harsh on myself because of it? Hell yes! Does my husband think I'm crazy and an idiot for it? You bet! Does anyone notice this except me? Nope. I have been told several times I don't look like I just had a baby.
So why am I doing this to myself? It's hard to explain. Being in the fitness mindset is partially to blame. I imagine seeing my body in a certain way and expect it to still be that way. I'm impatient. And I feel more confident and happier when I'm healthy and without the extra few pounds on me.
But as I am writing this, I realized I'm being extremely hard on myself for no reason. I had a baby, baby! six weeks ago. I'm not extremely far away from where I want to be, less than 10 lbs. (Don't judge the amount people. It may not seem like a lot to you, but with my height and body frame, it's a lot to me.) I'm being stupid and ridiculous. This weight will come off just like my other weight came off. I just need to work at it. I should not care what people think about me and only what my husband thinks. He was right when he said, "You look great!" I do look pretty great. And I will get my rockin' body back!
Society and the media expect women to just pop back into to their mindset of a perfect body after giving birth. Why? Because celebrities do it and make it look easy. They also probably have personal trainers who work them out 6-7 days a week for 3-6 hours per day. They also have personal chefs, nutritionists, or dietitians putting them on a strict eating plan. And they also have the time and money to do all of this of which normal everyday women (aka me) don't.
I say to all women who have become pregnant and given birth, stop criticizing everything you see wrong. Be proud of your body. We have all been there. Some of us several times. No one is perfect. Society and the media's ideal body image is not ideal, nor is it realistic. Women have curves. We're not meant to be stick figures. Strive to be healthy, not skinny. Strive to have a positive self image and be comfortable with your own body.
I will stop being so hard on myself about losing the last of my baby weight. I will instead be grateful for the healthy baby boy I brought into this world and his two, equally healthy, older brothers. I am thankful for a supportive, awesome husband who has know problems dishing out the truth and compliments. And lastly, I will enjoy the holiday season because honestly, its not going to stop me from eating awesome baked goods. Yum!
Here's the thing. Let me give you a little insight into my thought process and background before you all go charging the door saying I need to shut up and shove it because I'm full of shit. I was in the fitness/recreation industry for a decade before I decided to stay at home with my kids. When you are in this industry, you have the drive and desire to be in shape (or at least the majority of us do and should!). You work your butt off everyday to make yourself a shining example of what healthy should look like. Notice I said healthy and not skinny. But you still have self doubts especially when you're around the gym so much and see all of the 'skinny' people. You get in a mindset that you have to always be at optimum performance and looking great all the time. Last thing I wanted to be was the overweight fitness staff member. So I am used to being a certain way and seeing my body a certain way.
I was and still am like every other normal woman out there. My weight fluctuated throughout college, grad school and upon entering the work force. Granted, I didn't have huge fluctuations. In college and graduate school, I was at the gym at least 5 days a week personal training, teaching group exercise classes, and working studiously in the office doing the business side (aka crunching numbers, taking care of staffing, etc). While at the gym, I worked out. It was easy convenient, and I wanted to set a good example for our members. I was in good shape. And it is easy to forget that was a few years back, and I am not going to jump right back to the way I was.
With my first pregnancy, I indulged a little too much for me. I gained the' correct amount of weight' according to my doctor, but I knew it was too much. Looking at pictures of myself after giving birth, I was the largest I had ever been, ever. It took me several months of exercising and eating healthy to get back to normal.
Of course, my rockin' body landed me into being pregnant 8 months after giving birth (thanks hubby!). During my second pregnancy, I was chasing around after a child and eating healthy. I gained a healthy amount of weight, but a good 10lb less than my first pregnancy. I swear after giving birth my body almost naturally went back to normal within a month or two. I was ecstatic!
Several months later I joined a gym and honed my workout to achieve a healthier more optimal me. I knew I would never get back down to the size I was in high school or college. It just isn't realistic. After deciding and becoming pregnant for the third time, I was determined to have the same weight gain and loss results as my second pregnancy. It didn't quite happen.
I worked out 2-3 days a week, every week throughout my entire pregnancy. My last workout was 2 days before I went into labor. I made modifications as needed, especially after I got a stress fracture in my foot. I gained more than my second but less than my first pregnancy. I wasn't too thrilled about it, but I honestly did everything I thought I could.
After a more intense labor and delivery than before, I honestly thought I would magically pop back into my former self. Yea, my bubble popped extremely loudly when that didn't happen.
I was and still am down about it. Since I can't bring Sawyer to the gym with me, I go on weekends when Andrew can watch the boys. I do smaller workouts during nap time when possible. Its been 6 weeks, and I'm still not back to where I started.
Am I upset about this? Yes. Have I been harsh on myself because of it? Hell yes! Does my husband think I'm crazy and an idiot for it? You bet! Does anyone notice this except me? Nope. I have been told several times I don't look like I just had a baby.
So why am I doing this to myself? It's hard to explain. Being in the fitness mindset is partially to blame. I imagine seeing my body in a certain way and expect it to still be that way. I'm impatient. And I feel more confident and happier when I'm healthy and without the extra few pounds on me.
But as I am writing this, I realized I'm being extremely hard on myself for no reason. I had a baby, baby! six weeks ago. I'm not extremely far away from where I want to be, less than 10 lbs. (Don't judge the amount people. It may not seem like a lot to you, but with my height and body frame, it's a lot to me.) I'm being stupid and ridiculous. This weight will come off just like my other weight came off. I just need to work at it. I should not care what people think about me and only what my husband thinks. He was right when he said, "You look great!" I do look pretty great. And I will get my rockin' body back!
Society and the media expect women to just pop back into to their mindset of a perfect body after giving birth. Why? Because celebrities do it and make it look easy. They also probably have personal trainers who work them out 6-7 days a week for 3-6 hours per day. They also have personal chefs, nutritionists, or dietitians putting them on a strict eating plan. And they also have the time and money to do all of this of which normal everyday women (aka me) don't.
I say to all women who have become pregnant and given birth, stop criticizing everything you see wrong. Be proud of your body. We have all been there. Some of us several times. No one is perfect. Society and the media's ideal body image is not ideal, nor is it realistic. Women have curves. We're not meant to be stick figures. Strive to be healthy, not skinny. Strive to have a positive self image and be comfortable with your own body.
I will stop being so hard on myself about losing the last of my baby weight. I will instead be grateful for the healthy baby boy I brought into this world and his two, equally healthy, older brothers. I am thankful for a supportive, awesome husband who has know problems dishing out the truth and compliments. And lastly, I will enjoy the holiday season because honestly, its not going to stop me from eating awesome baked goods. Yum!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Ho! Ho! Ho! Pictures
As the kids are preparing for Santa to arrive, I took a few Christmas pictures of the kids. This helped put me more into the Christmas spirit. I love taking pictures of my kids. Though getting them to stay still long enough to not have blurry shots is a whole other matter. Enjoy!
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| Sawyer 1 month old |
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| Sawyer 1 month old |
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| Could not get one of them goofing off! |
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Christmas Spirit... or not
It's Christmas time, or if you want to be technical Advent. It's the time when everyone, including myself, get out their Christmas decorations, and your house turns into a Christmas wonderland. The tree goes up and gets decorated. Wreaths adorn doors, windows, and the mantel above the fireplace. Stockings hang over the fireplace, and you put up all your favorite holiday decorations.
My usual self cranks out the Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving, is bugging Andrew to get the decorations out of the attic, and is excitedly decorating the house. Well, the tree is up and decorated. The decorations are adorning the house. I have Christmas music playing, sometimes, yet something is missing.
For me, that would be any Christmas spirit. I cannot get into the Christmas/Holiday spirit this year. It might have something to do with having a 1 month old and lack of sleep, but I'm not blaming all of it on that. I bought a present off of a giving tree for a child in need. I've done some Christmas shopping. I've wrapped Christmas presents for relatives. Andrew and I took the boys to Rock the Lights, a Christmas lighting display through the park. Still, I'm not feeling it.
I have got the be the biggest Grinch this year. I dread shopping for my boys. I just cannot look forward to Christmas this year. I almost wish we could skip the holidays. Going to Mass is not putting me in the spirit. We even got Nathan the Elf out and are explaining to Jackson and Cullen about Santa Claus and the magic of Christmas. I've explained the nativity to the boys and why we celebrate Christmas. Nothing is doing it for me.
I finally made the Christmas card after wrangling all four of the Ingalls men for a family picture. That seemed to have helped because it is something I have always enjoyed. I'm hoping it will help when they are officially put in the mail as well. I know receiving Christmas cards always puts me in a better mood. Its cool to see the changes people have made over the past year.
My usual self cranks out the Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving, is bugging Andrew to get the decorations out of the attic, and is excitedly decorating the house. Well, the tree is up and decorated. The decorations are adorning the house. I have Christmas music playing, sometimes, yet something is missing.
For me, that would be any Christmas spirit. I cannot get into the Christmas/Holiday spirit this year. It might have something to do with having a 1 month old and lack of sleep, but I'm not blaming all of it on that. I bought a present off of a giving tree for a child in need. I've done some Christmas shopping. I've wrapped Christmas presents for relatives. Andrew and I took the boys to Rock the Lights, a Christmas lighting display through the park. Still, I'm not feeling it.
I have got the be the biggest Grinch this year. I dread shopping for my boys. I just cannot look forward to Christmas this year. I almost wish we could skip the holidays. Going to Mass is not putting me in the spirit. We even got Nathan the Elf out and are explaining to Jackson and Cullen about Santa Claus and the magic of Christmas. I've explained the nativity to the boys and why we celebrate Christmas. Nothing is doing it for me.
I finally made the Christmas card after wrangling all four of the Ingalls men for a family picture. That seemed to have helped because it is something I have always enjoyed. I'm hoping it will help when they are officially put in the mail as well. I know receiving Christmas cards always puts me in a better mood. Its cool to see the changes people have made over the past year.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Craziness Recap
I haven't done any kind of recap or funny short stories in awhile. Mainly because every time something happens, I don't have the time (or energy) to jot it down. I'm usually running after someone or busy with some mundane household chore to really blog about it. So here we go.
1) Nothing says yes, you are a Mom of a newborn/baby again like being spit up on and having the spit up go down the front of your shirt. Or in your hair. Or all over your sleeve. You get the idea. The front of the shirt was bad enough because it just grotesquely slithered down, and I wasn't in a position to change my shirt immediately. And nothing reminds you more that you are a mom of a baby boy when you're changing a diaper and are shot with a stream of pee coming up straight at you. At least Sawyer is keeping my reflexes and mind working quickly.
2) I've gotten the question how is three kids different than two. Quick example. I'm feeding Sawyer when Jackson and Cullen start fighting over a toy or anything not important. Queue the screaming and fighting. I tell them to stop fighting and screaming. Of course, I usually get ignored the first time and someone escalates the argument. Still feeding Sawyer, I have to get up separate the fighting parties, take a toy away, send someone to their room to cool off, or something inventive to keep the peace. All the while, Sawyer is rocking back and forth like a boat, eating his bottle, and I'm doing my best to keep him steady with one arm while taking care of the other two with the other arm. Fun times!
3) Jackson and Cullen are in the third row of the Explorer. Sawyer is in the second row. I have to climb full into the car in order to buckle both boys in while at least one of them is trying to climb into the front seat to press all the fun and new buttons! Its like StairMaster for me every time we leave.
4) Cullen has taken to riding anyone who lies down I've been able to teach him to leave Sawyer alone, but everyone else is still fair game. He doesn't understand not everyone wants to been ridden like a horse if they get on the floor. This has led to him being bucked off and an occasional hitting of his head on the ground.
5) I finally got the tree decorated a week after Andrew put it up. It was an experience with lots of 'helpers' pulling ornaments off or grouping them on one or two branches. I'm glad the task is over.
6) As Andrew and I lock up the house and let the dogs out at night before bed, we check on the boys. I was doing this task a couple of days ago. I'm opening the door, and it stops about three inches after I open it. I'm pushing it thinking its stuck on something when I hear a whine. I shove a little more and find out I'm pushing over Cullen who decided to fall asleep on the floor right behind his bedroom door. After I push my way into the room, I pick up Cullen and return him to his bed. Luckily, I only received a half hearted cry, and he was out again. Good thing we check on the boys at night.
Welcome to my crazy life.
1) Nothing says yes, you are a Mom of a newborn/baby again like being spit up on and having the spit up go down the front of your shirt. Or in your hair. Or all over your sleeve. You get the idea. The front of the shirt was bad enough because it just grotesquely slithered down, and I wasn't in a position to change my shirt immediately. And nothing reminds you more that you are a mom of a baby boy when you're changing a diaper and are shot with a stream of pee coming up straight at you. At least Sawyer is keeping my reflexes and mind working quickly.
2) I've gotten the question how is three kids different than two. Quick example. I'm feeding Sawyer when Jackson and Cullen start fighting over a toy or anything not important. Queue the screaming and fighting. I tell them to stop fighting and screaming. Of course, I usually get ignored the first time and someone escalates the argument. Still feeding Sawyer, I have to get up separate the fighting parties, take a toy away, send someone to their room to cool off, or something inventive to keep the peace. All the while, Sawyer is rocking back and forth like a boat, eating his bottle, and I'm doing my best to keep him steady with one arm while taking care of the other two with the other arm. Fun times!
3) Jackson and Cullen are in the third row of the Explorer. Sawyer is in the second row. I have to climb full into the car in order to buckle both boys in while at least one of them is trying to climb into the front seat to press all the fun and new buttons! Its like StairMaster for me every time we leave.
4) Cullen has taken to riding anyone who lies down I've been able to teach him to leave Sawyer alone, but everyone else is still fair game. He doesn't understand not everyone wants to been ridden like a horse if they get on the floor. This has led to him being bucked off and an occasional hitting of his head on the ground.
5) I finally got the tree decorated a week after Andrew put it up. It was an experience with lots of 'helpers' pulling ornaments off or grouping them on one or two branches. I'm glad the task is over.
6) As Andrew and I lock up the house and let the dogs out at night before bed, we check on the boys. I was doing this task a couple of days ago. I'm opening the door, and it stops about three inches after I open it. I'm pushing it thinking its stuck on something when I hear a whine. I shove a little more and find out I'm pushing over Cullen who decided to fall asleep on the floor right behind his bedroom door. After I push my way into the room, I pick up Cullen and return him to his bed. Luckily, I only received a half hearted cry, and he was out again. Good thing we check on the boys at night.
Welcome to my crazy life.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
It's a... New Car!
Imagine the title of this post in the a Price is Right voice because that's how it sounds in my head when I was writing it.
Yes, we bought a new car. Well, it was used, but it's new to me! We bought a 2012 Ford Explorer because my car just couldn't comfortably handle three car seats in the back. The three car seats fit in the back, but I had to about break my hand in order to buckle Jackson in every time. After a few times and a lot of four letter words, I broke down and told Andrew I couldn't do it.
We figured we would eventually have to get a larger vehicle, but we were hoping to put it off a little longer. Andrew found the Explorer online at our local Ford dealership the day before Thanksgiving. He went over to look at it and possibly take it on a test drive. The dealership ended up sending him home with the car, telling him to bring it back Friday morning and tell them if he was still interested.
Andrew drove it home, and I drove it on Thanksgiving. After a discussion, we decided to purchase it. It made sense. The Explorer was only a year old and had 20,000 miles on it. It was in good condition and at a fair price. On Friday morning, Andrew went back to the dealership to buy it. We traded in my old Honda (as in I've had this car since my first trip to graduate school and Baton Rouge and it had 140,000+ miles on it. It was a good car!).
When Andrew brought the Explorer home, the boys were ecstatic to play in the new vehicle. The car seats were placed in it and off we went for a family drive. Jackson didn't want it to end.
I am now driving an SUV when all I have ever driven is a sedan. I feel like a kid in a grown up car. The thing is huge compared to what I've driven since I received my license. Even sitting in the passenger seat, I feel teeny tiny. I'm getting used to driving it. I'm still having issues parking. No, I haven't hit anything other than a curb or two. I just tend to hug a line.
Now, I am an SUV driving Mom. I never imagined myself driving an Explorer or any SUV for that matter, but a four door sedan just wouldn't cut it anymore. Reality caught up with me when I popped out a third child. At least both cars still fit in the garage with room to spare. Yea!
Yes, we bought a new car. Well, it was used, but it's new to me! We bought a 2012 Ford Explorer because my car just couldn't comfortably handle three car seats in the back. The three car seats fit in the back, but I had to about break my hand in order to buckle Jackson in every time. After a few times and a lot of four letter words, I broke down and told Andrew I couldn't do it.
We figured we would eventually have to get a larger vehicle, but we were hoping to put it off a little longer. Andrew found the Explorer online at our local Ford dealership the day before Thanksgiving. He went over to look at it and possibly take it on a test drive. The dealership ended up sending him home with the car, telling him to bring it back Friday morning and tell them if he was still interested.
Andrew drove it home, and I drove it on Thanksgiving. After a discussion, we decided to purchase it. It made sense. The Explorer was only a year old and had 20,000 miles on it. It was in good condition and at a fair price. On Friday morning, Andrew went back to the dealership to buy it. We traded in my old Honda (as in I've had this car since my first trip to graduate school and Baton Rouge and it had 140,000+ miles on it. It was a good car!).
When Andrew brought the Explorer home, the boys were ecstatic to play in the new vehicle. The car seats were placed in it and off we went for a family drive. Jackson didn't want it to end.
I am now driving an SUV when all I have ever driven is a sedan. I feel like a kid in a grown up car. The thing is huge compared to what I've driven since I received my license. Even sitting in the passenger seat, I feel teeny tiny. I'm getting used to driving it. I'm still having issues parking. No, I haven't hit anything other than a curb or two. I just tend to hug a line.
Now, I am an SUV driving Mom. I never imagined myself driving an Explorer or any SUV for that matter, but a four door sedan just wouldn't cut it anymore. Reality caught up with me when I popped out a third child. At least both cars still fit in the garage with room to spare. Yea!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Sawyer's 1 Month Old
I cannot believe Sawyer is officially 1 month old! Time just flies when you get no sleep and are running after two children.
Sawyer is doing very well for being one month old. He's getting 5-6 hours of sleep at a time during the night. He gave us one blissful day of 7 hours. He's such a tease! But let me tell you, Andrew and I were in hog heaven that day because we were both functioning with a decent amount of sleep. It's the little things in life I need to make me happy.
He's growing quickly albeit still wearing newborn clothing. He's the only child who has actually worn newborn clothing outside of the hospital. With Jackson, newborn stuff didn't even fit him in the hospital. I'm sure he'll grow out of it soon because the length is starting to get a smidge tight.
His eyes are still a dark blue, but his hair is slowly lightening up. It has a hint of red in it, but who knows what color it will actually turn out. Everyone knows baby's hair and eyes can change from when they are born. His hair also just stands up on end after a bath. It's pretty amusing and reminds me of Andrew's hair. I still think he'll be are changeling baby, and Andrew just smiles and laughs when I say it.
Life in our household is still adjusting to having three children. Jackson and Cullen still walk over and try to jump over Sawyer when he's on the floor. A lot of poking and pointing still goes on. I have made a few successful trips to various places with all three kids. It is possible.
Here's a picture of 1 month old Sawyer.
Sawyer is doing very well for being one month old. He's getting 5-6 hours of sleep at a time during the night. He gave us one blissful day of 7 hours. He's such a tease! But let me tell you, Andrew and I were in hog heaven that day because we were both functioning with a decent amount of sleep. It's the little things in life I need to make me happy.
He's growing quickly albeit still wearing newborn clothing. He's the only child who has actually worn newborn clothing outside of the hospital. With Jackson, newborn stuff didn't even fit him in the hospital. I'm sure he'll grow out of it soon because the length is starting to get a smidge tight.
His eyes are still a dark blue, but his hair is slowly lightening up. It has a hint of red in it, but who knows what color it will actually turn out. Everyone knows baby's hair and eyes can change from when they are born. His hair also just stands up on end after a bath. It's pretty amusing and reminds me of Andrew's hair. I still think he'll be are changeling baby, and Andrew just smiles and laughs when I say it.
Life in our household is still adjusting to having three children. Jackson and Cullen still walk over and try to jump over Sawyer when he's on the floor. A lot of poking and pointing still goes on. I have made a few successful trips to various places with all three kids. It is possible.
Here's a picture of 1 month old Sawyer.
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