Thursday, January 5, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy New Year!
Our Christmas break was delightful, peaceful and cozy. We missed seeing family for sure but it was memorable to be a family of four for the first time. For New Year's Eve, we had our close friends Anne and Dave and their darling duo, Soren (36 hours older than Camille) and Simone
(9 months), over for pizza, conversation and chaos (two toddlers in a confined area made smaller by holiday decorations and gifts). 2012 is off to a good start and will certainly be a busy year -- Camille turning 3 (!), an infant changing daily, a house hunt, likely changes in child care (with change in house) and hopefully lots of visits from family and friends! Here are a few images of the past few weeks. Happy New Year everyone!
December 1st actually...
Camille's "big" gift was a kitchen, that we put, well, in the kitchen. No bow or anything (Eric and I were on our last legs wrapping and putting out presents around 11:00...Santa doesn't do well deprived of lots of sleep), just as is. In retrospect, that may have been why we got the, "you-want-me-to-start-cooking-AND-stay-in-bed? look" on Christmas morning!
Do we have any Caillou fans out there?
Beloved siblings!
And...New Year's...
Every photographer needs an assistant!
And the 2 month-old...
(9 months), over for pizza, conversation and chaos (two toddlers in a confined area made smaller by holiday decorations and gifts). 2012 is off to a good start and will certainly be a busy year -- Camille turning 3 (!), an infant changing daily, a house hunt, likely changes in child care (with change in house) and hopefully lots of visits from family and friends! Here are a few images of the past few weeks. Happy New Year everyone!
December 1st actually...
Camille's "big" gift was a kitchen, that we put, well, in the kitchen. No bow or anything (Eric and I were on our last legs wrapping and putting out presents around 11:00...Santa doesn't do well deprived of lots of sleep), just as is. In retrospect, that may have been why we got the, "you-want-me-to-start-cooking-AND-stay-in-bed? look" on Christmas morning!
Do we have any Caillou fans out there?
Beloved siblings!
And...New Year's...
Every photographer needs an assistant!
And the 2 month-old...
Friday, December 23, 2011
One Day...
I started this post when Eric and I were going through some trying toddler behavior, especially around sleep (nap and night). As I put the finishing touches on this list, we've been fortunate to have a string of good days. When I began the post, it was really about looking forward to happier, less stressful days. But then I started thinking more about each of the difficult issues, realizing I am fortunate to have these challenging issues in my life. Having it dawn on me (possibly at dawn) that this too shall pass, I began writing the caveat for each challenge. Thus, one day...
One day our daughter will not cry herself to sleep. One day our daughter will not want us reading to her before going to sleep.
One day I will have regular showers. One day I will wish I didn't have to see the muck in the shower on a daily basis, knowing I need to clean.
One day I will not put piece of a candy cane in our daughter's morning "car ride" snack thinking, "ooo! minty fresh breath, that counts as brushing her teeth, right?" One day I won't have conversations about the lake that is dirty on the way to school with our daughter.
One day I will not look at our couch and wonder what bodily fluid still remains embedded in the fabric. One day I will ... hmmm....not sure I will miss this one! Yep, pretty sure.
One day Mabel's jingle jangle of her collar at 3:00 AM will not startle me or the baby so much to rouse us from a slumber. One day I will not have the companionship of Mabel's soft fur and deep brown eyes in the middle of the night, providing reassurance that only a four-legged friend can.
One day I will see a movie again, experiencing the feeling of total escape from reality. One day I will go to a movie and think to myself, "why did I waste my time on that?"
One day I will be able to go to the bathroom by myself. One day I will wish the people helping me in the bathroom were cute, little and told stories about the towels and toothpaste. (I'm hoping I grow weary and old with loved ones caring for me but I'm sure there is some actuary who will tell me something different!)
One day I will get more than 2 hours of sleep in a row each night. One day I will really miss hearing Ethan's mumbles, coughs, coos and snorts beside me, and Camille's need to be covered up again that seem to be timed exactly when Ethan is back in the pack-n-play and I have just put my head on the pillow.
One day I will not feel clausterphobic in our home, as I trip over a space station, a dog (real) and furniture (which serves to remind me of said bodily fluids - see above). One day I will miss Camille saying, "Shall coss WAY!" each time we turn onto our street.
One day I will not have to scrape encrusted raisins off the seats of my car (those were raisins, right?) One day I will be in someone's immaculate vehicle that shimmers and shines and I will think, "how boring!"
One day I will be able to find the bed under all the laundry that has literally quadrupled in volume since Ethan was born. One day I will pass some baby clothes in Target and long for the day of endless washing.
One day I will eat a meal without rushing through it for fear of not eating (a nursing mother HAS to eat!) before a) the baby cries, b) the toddler walks in the kitchen seeing me eating my secret chocolate stash, or c) I have been sitting long enough at the kitchen table to see black bean juice encrusted (why do things have to get encrusted?).
One day I will miss these ages, this home, this part of a wonderful life. But I wouldn't mind having a maid!
One day our daughter will not cry herself to sleep. One day our daughter will not want us reading to her before going to sleep.
One day I will have regular showers. One day I will wish I didn't have to see the muck in the shower on a daily basis, knowing I need to clean.
One day I will not put piece of a candy cane in our daughter's morning "car ride" snack thinking, "ooo! minty fresh breath, that counts as brushing her teeth, right?" One day I won't have conversations about the lake that is dirty on the way to school with our daughter.
One day I will not look at our couch and wonder what bodily fluid still remains embedded in the fabric. One day I will ... hmmm....not sure I will miss this one! Yep, pretty sure.
One day Mabel's jingle jangle of her collar at 3:00 AM will not startle me or the baby so much to rouse us from a slumber. One day I will not have the companionship of Mabel's soft fur and deep brown eyes in the middle of the night, providing reassurance that only a four-legged friend can.
One day I will see a movie again, experiencing the feeling of total escape from reality. One day I will go to a movie and think to myself, "why did I waste my time on that?"
One day I will be able to go to the bathroom by myself. One day I will wish the people helping me in the bathroom were cute, little and told stories about the towels and toothpaste. (I'm hoping I grow weary and old with loved ones caring for me but I'm sure there is some actuary who will tell me something different!)
One day I will get more than 2 hours of sleep in a row each night. One day I will really miss hearing Ethan's mumbles, coughs, coos and snorts beside me, and Camille's need to be covered up again that seem to be timed exactly when Ethan is back in the pack-n-play and I have just put my head on the pillow.
One day I will not feel clausterphobic in our home, as I trip over a space station, a dog (real) and furniture (which serves to remind me of said bodily fluids - see above). One day I will miss Camille saying, "Shall coss WAY!" each time we turn onto our street.
One day I will not have to scrape encrusted raisins off the seats of my car (those were raisins, right?) One day I will be in someone's immaculate vehicle that shimmers and shines and I will think, "how boring!"
One day I will be able to find the bed under all the laundry that has literally quadrupled in volume since Ethan was born. One day I will pass some baby clothes in Target and long for the day of endless washing.
One day I will eat a meal without rushing through it for fear of not eating (a nursing mother HAS to eat!) before a) the baby cries, b) the toddler walks in the kitchen seeing me eating my secret chocolate stash, or c) I have been sitting long enough at the kitchen table to see black bean juice encrusted (why do things have to get encrusted?).
One day I will miss these ages, this home, this part of a wonderful life. But I wouldn't mind having a maid!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Camille meets Ethan
Not in chronological order...this was when Camille fell in love, er, met Ethan! Perhaps when he takes her toys, we'll show her this video and remind her that early on she was infatuated.
6 weeks!
Finally I think I have figured out this video into blog thing. Geesh...only took me 2 1/2 years!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Baby Ethan's Arrival
Perfect. Adorable. Cute. Good sleeper (just hasn't learned when sleeping is desired, like at night as opposed to the day). Insatiable appetite. Fan club president (for now): Camille, older sister. That's our little guy! He came into the world at 11:17 AM on 11/1/11. Truth be told, I did look at the clock, at 10:40 and thought, oh, it really could be 11:11 on11/1/11! But, I let go of that trivia and just proceeded with no other agenda but meeting this little guy. He weighed 8 pounds, 9 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long and came out screaming! Each time he screamed, Eric and I used that opportunity to look for that good ol' uvula! While we did not see it, his sucking reflex was proof indeed of its presence.
We are in that getting-to-know you, getting-to-know-us phase of early life, with lots of joyful moments and then those moments when you remember what sleep deprivation feels like. But, it's all worth it for this cutie pie!
So sweet, a proud sister indeed
Camille loves rubbing noses!
With Gran, also so sweet! Thank you mom for everything!
Here is Ethan at his first pediatrician's visit...
We are in that getting-to-know you, getting-to-know-us phase of early life, with lots of joyful moments and then those moments when you remember what sleep deprivation feels like. But, it's all worth it for this cutie pie!
Camille loves rubbing noses!
With Gran, also so sweet! Thank you mom for everything!
And here is Camille...siblings for sure!
And here are pictures from the hospital. Camille was so cute, she walked in tip-toeing saying, "oh is that my baby Ethan?" Later, when I was holding him and he was looking up at me, she said, "Awww, Mommy, he likes you!" And yes, 48 hours later, she inquired, "Can we put him back in your tummy?" But, all and all, we are pretty sure Camille approves.
More cuteness to come! Thanks for all your positive thoughts and well wishes!
Monday, October 31, 2011
The countdown begins!
Will it be a Halloween baby? Probably not...I went in for the non-stress test (prior to induction, scheduled tomorrow at 8:00pm...well, I have to get there at 8:00pm...who knows when everything will start) and sonogram this afternoon and the baby boy Hexdall is still kicking. In fact, he kept moving so much that the fetal monitor slipped and it took a while to get a consistent read! Small but fairly regular contractions were registering (by me and the monitor), which is reassuring. I'm 4-5 cm dilated so once this all kicks in, he should be welcomed into the world pretty quickly. We are so excited to meet him!
And we must not forget, our little Ladybug Girl is ready for some trick-or-treating! The weather is hardly a treat..cold and raining. This presents a good opportunity for me to hand out candy and count contractions while Daddy and Gran take Camille on her brief trick-or-treating rounds.
Treat!!
Happy Halloween, everyone!
And we must not forget, our little Ladybug Girl is ready for some trick-or-treating! The weather is hardly a treat..cold and raining. This presents a good opportunity for me to hand out candy and count contractions while Daddy and Gran take Camille on her brief trick-or-treating rounds.
Treat!!
Happy Halloween, everyone!
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