Monday, January 31, 2011

Apparently I can't be trusted with boy clothes either

My daughter loves clothes. I love to shop for girl's clothes. My husband knows that I can't be turned loose anywhere near a rack of pretty dresses. And heaven help us if there's a sale rack.

When Dash was a baby there simply was not a wide selection of Outfits of Supreme Cuteness. You could choose from monkeys, farm implements, ball-related sports, monkeys driving farm implements and camouflage. I didn't go totally crazy buying clothes for him because there wasn't a lot to tempt me.

Apparently this is not so much the case anymore.

The best part - I almost bought something similar a few months ago but it was $20 and I couldn't get myself to do it. I love the hoodie on this one even more and it was at a second-hand store for $3!!

Friday, January 28, 2011

On being short

Growing up, I never thought of myself as a short person. I'm the tallest of my sisters. I'm taller than my mom. In fact, until extra-long-length jeans came into style, I fervently wished to be a few inches shorter.

Then I married Joe. Almost everyone in his family is significantly taller than I am. And now I can easily buy jeans with a 35" inseam. So the 'tall or short' thing hasn't really concerned me for several years. But today, while trying to make strawberry milk for one of the munchkins and no tall, dark and handsome hero to come to my rescue I realized that I might not be so tall, after all.

Oh, you actually wanted pictures of Shorty McSmittens?


Yes, thank you, I believe I will go kiss him on the lips.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Today I...

Slept 1 hour between 3am and 7am but consoled myself with a little snack of milk and cookies while rocking a too-bright-eyed-for-4:47am baby.

Actually got 1/3 of the kids dressed and off to school on my very own. Made sure the other 2/3 are both clean and fed. Declared victory.

Wondered why I'm still procrastinating the blog book.

Finished made-to-order Valentines for Violet and Dash. They are glorious to behold.

Put pictures in a frame for Joe's desk at work. Marveled at the similarities in the three kids (still surprised that we are parents of three entire children). While they don't have that weird, cloned look-a-like thing going on, they were all definitely in the same aisle when they picked out their eyes, noses and chins.

Took a moment to be grateful that I can take my wedding rings off without removing an entire finger.

Tried to get 5 metric tons of melted wax off the kitchen counters because even though Joe the Stud spent his vacation time doing a massive cleaning of the house, he is still OK with letting the kids play with stupid toys that encourage the breaking of perfectly good crayons.

Changed a hozillion diapers.

Swapped out JackJack's clothes for the third time today people and decided that those silly Clifford the Big Red Diapers and I are officially In A Fight.

Wondered when JackJack will start loving the idea of a bath.

Ran another load of baby laundry because he has only a handful of clothes right now that don't swallow up his little body.

Thought up 5 different things that would be Good For Dinner and rejected them all as being too labor-intensive.

Plan on sitting with the baby Smittens on the couch and working on a pair of booties.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The new Silence of the Lambs

Apparently you can also silence them with sliced deli meats.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

39 weeks

The fastest way to lose 17 pounds in 1 week. Also the cutest.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

A Baby Story

The short version:
She was brought to bed of a fine boy. 10 points if you get the literary reference.

The long version:

Displaying the same forward thinking 'lets get this thing over already' attitude as his brother and sister, baby Star Wars decided to surprise us all and arrive 2 weeks early.

We weren't caught totally off-guard. I knew that I was dilated. I just figured that he'd hold out a little longer. So when I went in for the my regular checkup on Friday the 7th and Dr. W. said "you're at a 5 - there's no way you'll make it to next week" I still didn't get my hopes up that he would arrive quickly.

That night we went to a birthday party for Aidaleena and visited with Grandma and Grandpa for a while. Joe played WordShaker on the iPod for hours, all the while hassling me about being addicted to the game. I talked to my parents about the visit to Pearl Harbor they had made that day. We came home, put the kids to bed and watched some TV and played some more WordShaker before going to bed late.

At 1am I started having contractions that woke me up. I've had them on and off for a few weeks and they never get regular so I went back to sleep. I dreamed I was timing the contractions on the WordShaker game. By 3am I couldn't go back to sleep between them so I started watching the time. They were coming every 8 minutes and by about 4am were painful enough that I woke Joe up - mostly so he could feel bad for me and rub my back. We kept timing them but I'm pretty sure he kept falling asleep between each one. After a while, laying down felt awful so I got up, finished putting things in a hospital bag and finally asked Joe to call his parents. The contractions had gotten to 7 minutes apart but no closer and I really felt like we were going to be sent home - I almost didn't want to go.

His parents hustled over - by the time they got there I was starting to cry during each contraction. They still wouldn't get any closer together. The drive to the hospital was really hard. Sitting up in a seatbelt was about the worst position I could imagine and I was glad the drive wasn't any longer. I made Joe leave my hospital bag in the car - I didn't really want to get sent home and wheel a suitcase back out with me. We walked into the hospital right at the same time as my friend Jessica, a nurse who works in Mother/Baby. I was excited to see that she was on shift while we were there.

Joe told the triage nurse that I was in labor and she said she would check to see if I had made any progress because the contractions still weren't coming very fast. She kind of loitered around a little but she finally came back, checked and said "oh wow... you're at a 7. Let's get you across the hall and have a baby!"

After two inductions, for some reason I had imagined that going into labor on my own would be a slower process. So when the anesthesiologist (who fortunately had just arrived for the day) explained that she couldn't do an epidural because there wasn't enough time, I was really surprised. She decided to do a one-shot spinal block which would take effect faster. This part is a little bit of a blur - people were running around doing IVs and setting up the table for the baby and finding the on-call doctor. Joe and I laughed a little because we really hadn't thought we were here for an express-lane baby. Dr. H. commented that it's a good thing we hadn't waited for the magic 5-minutes-apart contractions because we never would have made it to the hospital in time.

The anesthesiologist did the spinal as quickly as she could but baby was ready and we started pushing before it had set up all the way. It did make the pain more manageable though so I'm glad it worked. It seems kind of funny to think about now - during the contractions I would push and the nurses would give instructions and it seemed really noisy and between them (they were 6 minutes apart) we would all chat about trips to Disneyland or how Violet and Dash would feel about waking up to a new little brother. We told the doctor that Violet was absolutely sure that this was still a baby girl and she had just been holding a carrot in the ultrasound pictures. How did she get ahold of said carrot? Mommy ate it of course. The nurses laughed a lot at that.

After just a few pushes we had us a baby! Dr. H. said there was definitely no carrot and it was a boy - what's more, he looked exactly like his father. I really like this hospital (the other two were born at a different one) because they let you hold the baby right away. With the other two I felt like I didn't see them until they were wrapped up in their little swaddled cocoon. They wiped him off a little, weighed him (7 pounds, 1 oz) and put him immediately on my chest. Then they just left us alone so we could see his precious hands and check to make sure he has that funny turned-under toe that Joe has (he does). He had been yelling at the top of his lungs and as soon as I got him back he settled down and opened his eyes and just looked around. He even nursed for a few minutes and I was relieved to find that I remembered how, even though it's been 5 years. Apparently I got 7 stitches but the spinal block had finally taken effect so I didn't know. Whew!

This is when we realized that we had left the camera in the car. Because I was so sure that L&D would find a reason to send me home, I wouldn't let Joe take the suitcase into the hospital when we arrived. It had the camera in it. So the only pictures we had at that point were taken with our iPod. Joe, to his credit, decided to NOT play WordShaker while I was in actual labor. He also waited until the baby was delivered to tell me that he had set a new high score.

Another reason the spinal block is my New Favorite Thing is that it wore off fairly quickly and by the time I had some breakfast (a delicious veggie omelet) and was moved downstairs I was pretty much ready to be back on my feet. I really hate being paralyzed for hours and hours after an epidural. One of the nurses told me that she started punching our info into the computer at 6:20 and we had the baby at exactly 7:02. All in all, it was a fairly eventful start to the day.

And no, I didn't get either of the Christmas trees taken down.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Happy 2011!

My first resolution is: actually think about making resolutions.

Perhaps less of a resolution and more of a task for today: take down at least one of the Christmas trees. Perhaps start with the one that has been up for more than 1 calendar year.