Thursday, May 29, 2008
As the days counted down to the 23rd I would say to myself "a year ago today was the day I went to the doctor thinking I had a bladder-control problem." Amniotic fluid? What do you mean amniotic fluid?
Then "a year ago right now I called Chris to tell him I'd had 11 contractions in an hour." He was all WHY AREN'T YOU PAGING THE NURSE???
"A year ago right now I had to be held back from trying to kick my ob-gyn in the teeth for that stupid smile on his face while I was having the mother of all contractions." COME HERE, I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT. Bastard.
In the end, obviously, it was all worth it. Here is the first pic of Emmie - it was taken with my phone because in spite of the fact I had been in the hospital for THREE WEEKS on bedrest, I still hadn't thought to ask someone to bring my camera to me. I know, my brilliance astounds me as well.
After she was born the doc said she weighed 4 lbs 6 ozs, but if you look at the grams on the scale and do the math you see that she apparently only weighed 4 lbs 3 ozs. Hmmm.
This is my favorite photo from her stay in the Special Care Nursery. She was just the tiniest little thing.
And now she's a whopping 17 lbs-something and crawling all over the place. I don't know where the time went, but it's been fun along the way.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
It was also Emerson's FIRST BIRTHDAY! I just can't believe it's been a year and I will post more on that when I have more time. Until then, here are a couple of pics from her birthday celebration.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
When we first moved into our rental house I was anxious to get the washer and dryer up and going because, well, having 2 kids and a husband means that a day without one of those appliances running turns the pile of laundry into a Mt. Fuji that cannot be scaled. I had the movers back the dryer close to its spot and I started to plug it in, when I noticed that the socket would only handle a three-prong plug and I *gasp* have a dryer with a four-prong plug.
Now, you might think this would completely undo me and send me crying to my room, but being the independent little pain-in-the-@ss that I am, I actually HAVE a three-prong plug that, for some reason, I had saved for several years. All I needed to do was switch out the plugs and voila! I could begin doing laundry again! I started unscrewing the old plug from the back of the dryer, but then stopped and decided to try the spare plug in the socket to make sure it fit.
***NOTE - do not try this at home, Internet***
Without thinking twice about it, I stuck that three-prong plug into the socket and !!FLASH!!CRACK!!Holy Sh*t!!! The other end touched the front of my shirt and burned a hole in it, along with flipping several breakers in the fuse box. My landlord Brian, who is a good friend, had just walked in the door and saw the whole thing. As if speaking to a Cuban hijacker holding a gun and demanding to be taken to the US, he calmly told me to put down the plug and step away from the dryer. I immediately complied. He sent an electrician over to repair the damage and fix the dryer.
Fast forward to yesterday, when I decided I wanted to turn on the sprinkler system because the hydrangeas in the backyard were looking sad and droopy. I found the control box for the system a few weeks ago, but when I opened it discovered it had been totally colonized by nasty little black ants that started crawling up my legs and biting me.
I left the cover off the box and a few days later after a heavy rain noticed the ants had packed up and moved house to a location less prone to flooding. SO, I tried to turn the system on yesterday. Eh - it was not a huge success, some of the sprinkler heads don't work, others just dribble, so I turned it back off.
EXCEPT, the front sprinklers WOULDN'T TURN OFF. No matter how hard I turned the handle, they kept on spraying. I had to flip the breaker in the afore-mentioned fuse box to turn off the well pump. FABULOUS, I think, I'm going to have to call Brian and admit to something else I tried to do.
He's sending over a plumber today.
Have a learned my lesson? OF COURSE NOT!
Monday, May 19, 2008
He's sitting on the counter because it's safe there. His sister can't get to him when he sits on the counter and he gets to keep me company while I cook. Never you mind those ginormous kitchen knives just to his right, he's safe, SAFE I tell you!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
*sigh* She ONLY wants the toy Thomas is playing with.
If you're happy and you know it pat your head...
Deciding which dog to torment first
And here is Jake, who ALWAYS goes after the ears. Always.
Hope you had a great weekend!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
We played outside on the deck, we discovered that Emmie REALLY LOVES grilled cheese samiches, we went to swing in the park...ahh, the park. We started out thinking we would head down to the Episcopal (that's a really hard word to type, by the way) Church on the corner to try out their playground. Once we got there we discovered they had NO TODDLER SWINGS. The horror. After a moment of discussion we decided to hike up our big-boy pants and head to the park near the house. The park is really, really close, but you have to cross a very busy street with no proper crosswalk to get there. Chris timed the light (16 seconds) and decided we could do it. That's when we found out it takes 18 seconds to cross that intersection while wearing flip-flops and pushing a double-stroller full of kids.
Home again home again, safely and without being hit by a city bus.
Friday, May 16, 2008
- There are 2,102,724 people in the U.S. with the first name Thomas.
- Statistically the 11th most popular first name.
- 99.78 percent of people with the first name Thomas are male.
Then I entered Emmie's, and got this result:
- There are 12,163 people in the U.S. with the first name Emerson.
- Statistically the 1684th most popular first name.
- More than 99.9 percent of people with the first name Emerson are male.
This means there are actually more women in this country named THOMAS than there are women named Emerson.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I still don't have that problem with Thomas. And it's ok, because I DEFINITELY have that problem with Emerson. BOY do I have that problem with Emmie. I find things in her mouth that couldn't have even come from my house. A cashew? I haven't bought cashews since we moved in! Emmie, put that cat food DOWN for pete's sake. Emmie, Thomas's tube is not a chew toy, particularly when it is attached to him!
That doc, he had good advice.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Yesterday was Thomas's THIRD BIRTHDAY. Yup. My little man is 3. You know what that means, don't you? CAKE. Or, in this case, cupcakes, because I'm on Weight Watchers and it's a lot easier to eat only one cupcake than it is to eat only one [reasonably-sized] piece of cake. So without further ado, I bring you the cupcake photos:
Oooh - icing!
Really getting into it now...
Wow - someone go start the bathtub!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
No child has ever, in the history of creation, loved a stuffed animal the way Thomas loves Bartleby. I have no idea where I came up with that name, by the way, my brain just works in strange and wonderful ways. At naming time it was obviously just working in strange ways. At any rate, as soon as I spoke that name it stuck. Thomas's love for that bear is a pure, unadulterated love, the kind that only a child can have. Bartleby is worn-out. He smells funny. He looks like he was run over by a subway train and dragged along the third rail for a couple of miles. But Thomas loves him. Gazes upon him with adoration in his eyes. Mimi and GrandDan bought Thomas a New Bartleby at Christmas in preparation for Old Bartleby finally wearing out and going to teddy bear Heaven. We handed NB to Thomas along with OB. Thomas looked at each, kissed each, then gently laid NB down and hugged OB to his chest. I know what he was thinking. I will NEVER cheat on Bartleby. No matter how attractive or sweet-smelling the replacement is, I will remain FAITHFUL!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Sometimes Thomas's PT is almost as hard on me as it is on him. Last week was like that. He screamed the whole time, didn't want to work at all, made it seem like we were amputating with a plastic knife. Pam finally gave up and took her toys and went home.
Today was much better - he worked hard and actually had some fun. We read him stories between sets, made him giggle, showed him he could really do it. He has this little walker that Pam brought him. When she first brought it over I laughed out loud. I was convinced he would never cooperate enough to use it - it has no straps, no seat, nothing to help keep him upright. Oh me of little faith. Look at this kid! He's WALKING. Granted, he's screaming a little while he does it, but he's WALKING!
I am so proud of this kid. When we ask him to push himself, he does. He's going to preschool in the Fall. I'm terrified and excited all at the same time. How can I just drop him off someplace and trust them to have his best interests at heart? To cuddle him when he's scared? To know when only Bartleby will make it all better? What about all the breakthroughs? His TEACHERS will be the first to see them? I don't like it, but I'll adjust. I saw the place he's going and it's really nice. Fantastic playground, all the therapists he needs, an RN on staff. It's really a perfect spot. I still don't like the fact that this is the next step, but he's growing up! How did my baby boy get to be three years old? I know it took a lot of work to get here, and in a way I've done enough work for 10 years. Make that, THOMAS has done enough work for 10 years. But 3 years old? Isn't possible.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
GrandNana bought Thomas a swimming pool for his birthday and I'm happy to say, it's a little larger than the last one. Naturally, Jake wanted in on the action.
Back at home, Emerson and Jake did some bonding. It cracks me up to see them together, mostly because his head is bigger than her whole body.