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The other day I volunteered to take a home-cooked meal over to a new mom. I was running late and needed to hurry out of the house. As it would happen, Jesse had been napping soundly but woke up hungry right when I had to leave. I didn’t have time to nurse him, much less pump a bottle for Jason to give him. I figured one formula feeding wouldn’t hurt him, we keep a small can of powder on-hand for emergencies. I mixed up a bottle and headed out. When I got back almost an hour later, Jesse was calm but had eaten less than an ounce of the formula bottle. Jason, on the other hand, looked a bit frazzled. Apparently Jesse hated the formula so much that he fussed angrily and spat it all over Jason’s face. I sat down to nurse the boy and he was ravenous. With one hand he even gripped the front of my shirt as if trying to make sure I didn’t leave again. After he was finished he gave me a huge, lopsided, sleepy grin. My son is such a nursing junky.
We’ve been telling Jeremy since yesterday afternoon that today we’d visit Jason’s work to see the airplanes and helicopters. This morning he came into our room half-asleep asking if today was when we’d see the “oticoters” and sit in the airplanes. “Yes kiddo. But first we have to get dressed, eat breakfast, and have lunch.” After breakfast Jeremy asked Jason, “Are the airplanes and oticoters back at the airport now?” “Not yet buddy, but they will be there after we eat lunch.” “Oooooookaaaaaaay.” After lunch: “Is it time to see the airplanes and oticoters now?” “It sure is! Lets get our shoes on and hop in the car!” Well, Jesse needed his diaper changed. Then he was starving and I needed to feed him. Jeremy had already gone downstairs, we thought he was playing in the basement but look what we found as we finally tramped down there…. I went around to see what was up, and was met with this sweet sight…. How adorable is that? My big boy got himself up into his booster seat and passed out while waiting patiently for us to come take him to see the airplanes and oticoters. Jason lifted him up...
Today was the first time I took both my boys out of the house by myself. Sure, this may not sound like a huge deal to some people, but it was a major milestone to me. This morning was a Mothers of Preschoolers meeting. I’m still new to the group but I didn’t want to miss it. There are lots of kids that Jeremy really loves playing with and I enjoy the discussions that all the moms have together. Jason and I had a nice breakfast together and then he got Jeremy ready to go while I got Jesse’s things packed up. Quick kisses goodbye and I was headed off to our playgroup with two children for the first time without someone’s help. I’m pretty sure that at some point I will have a difficult tearing-my-hair-out experience, but this was not that time. Jeremy was well-behaved almost the whole time (aside from a few impolite moments in the play area) and Jesse slept in his sling against my chest for the entire three hours. I was fully expecting to need to change a diaper and/or pull-up and figure out how to breastfeed in the sling at least once. None...
Well, as I reported in my last pregnancy update post I was getting rather impatient for the arrival of our little guy. We made it through April Fools’ Day without incident (although we really wanted to trick our friends on Facebook by reporting a surprise little girl had been born). At 1:40 am the morning of Good Friday, about an hour after the little dude finally stopped squirming and let me fall asleep, my water broke. I called my husband home from work, took a quick shower, and we rolled in to the hospital at about 3 am. The contractions I was having were really mild and I had only progressed from 2 cm to 3 in an hour but the Labor & Delivery staff was nice and gave me a few hours to rest before starting the pitocin at 6 am. Woowee! Almost immediately after starting the meds I was having some really hard contractions and my cervix started opening right up. In three hours we went from a snug 3 cm to 9 and the contractions were getting to the point that I had to grip the bed rail and concentrate through them. I refused drugs because...
Not all boys are gross, but my preschooler definitely can be sometimes. I won’t go into the details of all of the yucky things he does, but one thing from this morning just HAS to be shared. Due to the way our house sits, the sun shines into Jeremy’s window first thing every morning before it reaches the other windows in the house. He wakes up and comes to snuggle in bed with me until we decide to get up. That’s all very wonderful and not at all gross. This is… While I was snuggling my boy, the dog snuggled between us with his face scrunched up right behind Jeremy’s behind. You see where this is going don’t you? Everything was quiet and then Jeremy let a “big one” rip right into Rusty’s face. It wouldn’t have been nearly as funny had Rusty not gotten super excited and started grabbing onto Jeremy’s pajamas trying to roll him over and over to be able to smell every inch of him. In doing so he was tickling my very ticklish 3-year old and Jeremy could hardly catch his breath from laughing so hard. BOTH of my boys were being gross together...
I’ve come to realize that I do a lot of “mini-blogging” via Facebook and Twitter instead of saving the good stuff for real blogging. Most of my posts here turn into really long updates because of how infrequently I write. What I need to do is write more often, include more pictures, and get back to participating in more blog carnivals. Also, I need to take advantage of WordPress’ timed publishing feature so that I can write up a post when I think of it and then set it to post in the future to coincide with a particular blog carnival. I’ve done that once and keep forgetting about it. Just yesterday I shared how since coming home a week ago Jeremy has made three major breakthroughs in his diet. For the past three years he’s been a very picky eater. Oatmeal, chicken nuggets, carrot sticks, and a few different fruits pretty much ruled his belly and he was completely unwilling to try new things. When he was here from October through December, we got him to eat waffles and peanut butter & jelly sandwiches (yes, on bread, not just peanut butter on crackers). Those were pretty great additions...
I haven’t seen Jeremy since New Year’s Eve. I had the option to visit him in February, but my doctor advised not traveling this late in a second pregnancy. Don’t want to have an extra-early arrival. So, I wasn’t able to visit my baby last month and have had to wait a full 74 days to see him again. There are 3 days left and I am chomping at the bit. To make the next few days go a little faster, or at least get my mind off of waiting, I decided to make a list of things that I want to do with my big “little” boy before I have to take him back to California again at the end of May. First and foremost, I want to snuggle him until one or both of us can hardly breathe. I’m going to try my best not to cry with happiness when I see him come off the plane, but these advanced pregnancy hormones are quite formidable and I might not be able to hold back the tears. I have so many new books that I need to read to him. My aunt enrolled Jeremy in a Dr. Seuss...
My three-year old son has recently become really REALLY interested in helping me in the kitchen. Ever since he could stand up he’s been intrigued by what goes on in there, but only wanted to either make a mess of my cupboards or bang the pots together. This new shift to actually wanting to watch me work and help me is so neat. Here we are ready to get started. I’ve told him that it’s hard for me to let him help when I’m trying to get dinner on the table, but he does like to help me with breakfast and lunches. However, his very favorite time is when we each tie on our aprons (“so we can be chefs”) and bake together. He is most enthralled with cupcakes and muffins because we always make some mini-sized especially for him. I measure it, he pours it in the bowl. When he gets a little more steady-handed, I’ll start using this time to teach him measurements and fractions. Is it done mixing yet? Jeremy showing “Jason’s mom” (that’s what he’s chosen to call her) the cupcake batter. Getting our just rewards. Until recently I have been so frustrated when Jeremy...
Yesterday Jeremy learned two really tough lessons in one day. I felt bad for the poor little guy that he had to learn them the hard way, but there is no mistaking whether he’ll need a refresher course. Lesson 1: The Toaster is HOT. I was making Jeremy some toast in the super wonderful toaster oven that Jason and I bought with a wedding gift certificate. The front is glass. While I was getting his favorite strawberry jam from the fridge, Jeremy touched the glass front of the toaster. A blister popped up almost immediately on his finger tip, we iced it, and he learned real real quick why we don’t touch toasters. Lesson 2: Don’t Put Stuff in a Fire. We went to an early potluck Thanksgiving dinner in the late afternoon. It was put on by the local military spouse’s club at the base that Jason works at. They had the tables nicely set including small tea-light candles and paper leaves sprinkled over the tablecloths. I took Jeremy through the buffet line with me to fill his plate, sat him down at the table with Jason while I returned to fill my own plate. Jason went to...
