so this isn't something cute anyone said or did, but it was a fairly memorable night. or perhaps forgettable? either way, here's how it all went down...
7:30 - bring smallboy up to bed. he wants daddy, and fights, kicks, punches, hits and screams "NO MAMA!! DADDY" about 63 times while i try to get his jammies on, read him a story and get him to bed.
7:45 - i hear bigboy yelling at daddy and daddy scolding bigboy in the room next door. next thing daddy knocks on smallboy's door and asks if we can trade. as i walk out the room, i see smallboy cuddled into daddy's shoulder.
7:50 - smallboy is out cold. i'm getting bigboy's teeth brushed, jammies, on, etc.
8:00 - bigboy begs me to stay, saying he doesn't want to go to sleep by himself (he has been doing a great job with it lately, but he's sick and feverish and feeling sorry for himself). i tell him i'll stay a few minutes.
8:03 - bigboy is out cold.
9:00 - babsie is out cold.
10:30 - woken from dead sleep, bigboy is screaming. turns out it must be a nightmare because he's hardly even awake as i go in to see what's wrong.
12:00 - ditto 10:30
12:24 - woken from dead sleep by fire alarm screeching through the house. dh is all dopey and tries to shush me and push me back onto the bed as i'm trying to leap out. he goes to check the source and see if we have any fire, i go check the boys. smallboy sleeps through it COMPLETELY, which is good, because bigboy is terrified (he hates loud noises). dh gets alarm turned off, we all go back to bed.
12:28 - fire alarm goes off again. c thinks it's my phone (??). dh makes it stop, i soothe c back to sleep, but he falls asleep with hands covering his ears and after he finally drops off, i have to pull them down
3:30 - c wakes screaming. this time i give up and just go in there for the rest of the night. he's restless and wakes every 15 mins or so, checks that i'm there, and drops off. this goes on about an hour, and he finally sleeps soundly
4:30 - i decide i'm not going to the gym, and try to sleep too.
5:30 - i wake to hear smallboy coughing up a lung. go to check on him, see dh is already there. but smallboy sees me, decides it's time to get up, and is wide awake and wants to play. after 10 mins of trying to get him back to sleep, we give up, and the day begins.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
tiptoe
we had a slightly scary incident this weekend, when i found a tick buried in conor's upper thigh. i managed to get it out without incident, and we cleaned it, dinsinfected it, and put ointment and a band-aid on it (nothing like a little overkill there, barbara!)
as i was cleaning the bite area, conor opened up the bandaid and wanted to stick it on, but i wasn't ready for it yet, so i just told him to put it onto his knee.
well, i took him off the countertop and watched him walk across the kitchen with a pronounced limp. i was terrified for a split second, until i noticed he was favoring the "other" leg - the one with the band-aid on it.
i asked him what was wrong, and he said "i have a band-aid on my knee, so i have to tiptoe!"
as i was cleaning the bite area, conor opened up the bandaid and wanted to stick it on, but i wasn't ready for it yet, so i just told him to put it onto his knee.
well, i took him off the countertop and watched him walk across the kitchen with a pronounced limp. i was terrified for a split second, until i noticed he was favoring the "other" leg - the one with the band-aid on it.
i asked him what was wrong, and he said "i have a band-aid on my knee, so i have to tiptoe!"
Friday, May 21, 2010
me & bobby mcgee
we've had a lot of rainy weather lately, and every time i was driving with the boys in the rain, i'd start singing the line from "me & bobby mcgee" about "windshield wipers swiping time." c started to request it, and then i'd actually sing the whole first verse & chorus. this has happened maybe 3-4 times in the last few weeks.
well the other night as i was putting him to bed, when i said it was time for songs, he REQUESTED "the bobby song!" so i sang it. :-)
i've since put it onto my iphone so he can hear the real deal (janis does a MUCH better job than i do), and he loves it.
but now the questions have started... "why are they waiting for a train, mommy? why did bobby sing the blues?" etc etc...
and i'm proud to say my boy can sing most of the song. :-)
well the other night as i was putting him to bed, when i said it was time for songs, he REQUESTED "the bobby song!" so i sang it. :-)
i've since put it onto my iphone so he can hear the real deal (janis does a MUCH better job than i do), and he loves it.
but now the questions have started... "why are they waiting for a train, mommy? why did bobby sing the blues?" etc etc...
and i'm proud to say my boy can sing most of the song. :-)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
100 days OP
this is from april 21, but i wanted it here to look back on. today i'm on day 28!
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i committed today to 100 days completely and absolutely on plan. that takes me through the end of july. which means i will be 100% on plan for a beach weekend, my birthday, mother's day, memorial day, independence day and our vacation to ireland.
if i'm going to be healthy, i need to do what it takes to get there. and that starts NOW.
well for me, for the purposes of this commitment, OP is going to mean tracking everything, eating no more than my total daily, weekly and activity points in any one week span, and doing my very best to get all my GHG every day. i know i won't be perfect with all the GHG every day so i'm not going to let myself get derailed over that.
i know that i CAN enjoy a big occasion by still being OP. i have done it before, and i can (and will) do it again. it will mean planning ahead, doing some exercise, making the best choices possible maybe even using all my weekly points at once. but it's doable.
i think that some folks on here (myself included) sometimes choose to consciously NOT be on plan. to feel that they have the freedom to eat/drink as much as they want to, without thinking, measuring, counting etc. and that's ok too. i just know that for me right now, that "freedom" has led me to gain 10 lbs in the last 2 months. and that trend CANNOT continue
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i committed today to 100 days completely and absolutely on plan. that takes me through the end of july. which means i will be 100% on plan for a beach weekend, my birthday, mother's day, memorial day, independence day and our vacation to ireland.
if i'm going to be healthy, i need to do what it takes to get there. and that starts NOW.
well for me, for the purposes of this commitment, OP is going to mean tracking everything, eating no more than my total daily, weekly and activity points in any one week span, and doing my very best to get all my GHG every day. i know i won't be perfect with all the GHG every day so i'm not going to let myself get derailed over that.
i know that i CAN enjoy a big occasion by still being OP. i have done it before, and i can (and will) do it again. it will mean planning ahead, doing some exercise, making the best choices possible maybe even using all my weekly points at once. but it's doable.
i think that some folks on here (myself included) sometimes choose to consciously NOT be on plan. to feel that they have the freedom to eat/drink as much as they want to, without thinking, measuring, counting etc. and that's ok too. i just know that for me right now, that "freedom" has led me to gain 10 lbs in the last 2 months. and that trend CANNOT continue
Friday, May 14, 2010
3 years ago today...
here's a copy of the birth story i wrote after conor was born. happy birthday to my big boy! more to come for you later....
well, the fun started at about 2:30 in the morning on monday the 14th. i woke up to go to the bathroom and felt a lot of wetness - wondered "is this it?" but when it wasn't gushing or even trickling like they said in the books, i figured maybe it's a false alarm, maybe i'm just very sweaty. i put a towel on the bed under me, and went back to sleep.
adrian
so he's two weeks old now, and beautiful. he has a head of thick black hair (no idea where that is from) and we still can't tell what his eye color is. he is back up to over his birth weight, which is great.
well, the fun started at about 2:30 in the morning on monday the 14th. i woke up to go to the bathroom and felt a lot of wetness - wondered "is this it?" but when it wasn't gushing or even trickling like they said in the books, i figured maybe it's a false alarm, maybe i'm just very sweaty. i put a towel on the bed under me, and went back to sleep.
woke up again at 6-ish. more wetness. this time it was actually dripping when i crouched down to pick something up. woke hubby, called the doctor at 6:30.
hubby and i started debating whether he should go to work. i told him to go, he wanted to stay. we decided to wait until the doctor called us back, which he did at 7-ish. first question he asked - "are you sure your water broke?" - to which i said NO, i'm not sure!! but he decided to have me come into the hospital just in case, to get checked out.
so the whole time we're thinking this is probably a false alarm, but we get the stuff packed up, i send an email to my boss, etc, and we left the house at 8. got to the hospital about 8:20, and got checked in. the lady at the check-in thought i was there for a scheduled c-section or induction, i guess coz i wasn't visibly contracting...
anyway, we went up to triage, got checked out, and the doctor at first didn't think it was amniotic fluid. i was only 1.5 cm dilated, and had no contractions. but he checked it out, and sure enough, it was, and he said "today's the day!"
because my water had broken a few hours before and i had no contractions, they put me on pitocin right away. i didn't want that, but the doctor said there was pretty much no option. so i went from no contrax to contrax every 3 minutes within the first half hour.
the next thing that happened was that the baby's heartrate was dropping with every contraction - down to below 60 bpm at one stage. so they put me on oxygen and hooked us up to a fetal monitor, and i was told i couldn't move more than 2 steps away from the bed. so i was doing all my laboring either in the bed or on the side of it. i had really wanted to walk and use the birthing ball, etc, but that wasn't happening. the doctor actually considered doing a c-section at that stage but decided to wait and see, thank goodness!
at about noon, the doctor came in to "rupture my membranes" for real - the little trickle earlier in the morning had not released the fluid, and they were hoping that breaking the water for real would help me dilate, because at this stage, i was still only 2cm.
at about 1pm, we asked the nurse how she thought things were going, as i was in quite a bit of pain, and she said she thought about seven or eight more hours, with the pain escalating. i decided i had had enough of being a super hero, and at about 1:30 or 2, we did the epidural. things felt MUCH better after that! and when the doctor checked right before the epidural, i was up to 4cm.
BUT they baby was still in distress, so they gave me an infusion of fluid into the cervix, to help cushion him. and they actually turned the pitocin off again to see how things would go. luckily i kept on contracting by myself, and at about 3pm, i was up to 8cm dilated. the doctor told me he had to go do "a quick hysterectomy" and would be back in an hour or two to check on me.
so he's two weeks old now, and beautiful. he has a head of thick black hair (no idea where that is from) and we still can't tell what his eye color is. he is back up to over his birth weight, which is great.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
blackberries
blackberries may just be a's all-time favorite food. he pronounces it "ba-bees" and he will eat as many as he can get his hands on, shoving them into his mouth as fast as he can.
if he's about to pitch a fit or get upset about something, he can almost always be distracted with an offer of blackberries. he will dutifully go and climb into his booster seat when you tell him to, when it's time for blackberries.
no funny point to this entry now that i think about it - just one more thing i don't want to forget about.
if he's about to pitch a fit or get upset about something, he can almost always be distracted with an offer of blackberries. he will dutifully go and climb into his booster seat when you tell him to, when it's time for blackberries.
no funny point to this entry now that i think about it - just one more thing i don't want to forget about.
"no!"
"NO!" is a's new favorite word. he answers "no" to just about any question you ask him.
the other night he was fussy right before bed, so t took him up and was cuddling him on his shoulder and walking around quietly with him. he was whispering sweet nothings to a, and at some stage said something like "are you daddy's boy?"
to which a responded immediately, by placing a hand on each of daddy's shoulders, pushing back, looking t square in the eye and saying "NO!"
now it's a big family joke - are you daddy's boy? NO! are you mommy's boy? NO! etc... he sees that we laugh at it so he just keeps it up, laughing right along with us.
the other night he was fussy right before bed, so t took him up and was cuddling him on his shoulder and walking around quietly with him. he was whispering sweet nothings to a, and at some stage said something like "are you daddy's boy?"
to which a responded immediately, by placing a hand on each of daddy's shoulders, pushing back, looking t square in the eye and saying "NO!"
now it's a big family joke - are you daddy's boy? NO! are you mommy's boy? NO! etc... he sees that we laugh at it so he just keeps it up, laughing right along with us.
play-doh
c LOVES play-doh. but he's not yet very responsible with it, so it lives in the "wayuphigh" kitchen cupboard, so he has to ask for it before he plays with it.
a couple of nights ago, he asked for the play-doh, and while i was getting a tub out, he said to me, "mommy, i only a little bit big, i not all the way big yet. when i get big and big and big (doing hand motions showing how big), i get the play-doh out the 'covered' (cupboard) all by myself!"
a couple of nights ago, he asked for the play-doh, and while i was getting a tub out, he said to me, "mommy, i only a little bit big, i not all the way big yet. when i get big and big and big (doing hand motions showing how big), i get the play-doh out the 'covered' (cupboard) all by myself!"
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
true story - birthday morning
most of the time my blog posts are about my kids and the funny things they say and do. but as this is also a place for me to record things for posterity, i figured i'd write down this TRUE story from my birthday last week.
i have a few quirky ocd-like tendencies, and one of them is a mild obsession with numbers. i subconsciously count things (steps, the number of times a car alarm beeps, etc.) i have a good memory for numbers. and i LOVE it when i see "special" numbers on the clock or odometer, for example (i actually took a picture when the odometer got to 12345).
we have in our bedroom one of those projector clocks that shines the time and temperature on the ceiling. i play a little game with myself, trying to predict when the time and temperature will "match" and if i'm awake in the night (as i often am), i like to see it happen - for example, when it's 42.5 degrees at 4:25 am.
well, on my birthday morning, i got one better! firstly i had a great sleep and the boys only woke me once - at around midnight. but then - i woke up and looked at the clock, and it was 5:07! and the temperature was 57.2!! magic...
i have a few quirky ocd-like tendencies, and one of them is a mild obsession with numbers. i subconsciously count things (steps, the number of times a car alarm beeps, etc.) i have a good memory for numbers. and i LOVE it when i see "special" numbers on the clock or odometer, for example (i actually took a picture when the odometer got to 12345).
we have in our bedroom one of those projector clocks that shines the time and temperature on the ceiling. i play a little game with myself, trying to predict when the time and temperature will "match" and if i'm awake in the night (as i often am), i like to see it happen - for example, when it's 42.5 degrees at 4:25 am.
well, on my birthday morning, i got one better! firstly i had a great sleep and the boys only woke me once - at around midnight. but then - i woke up and looked at the clock, and it was 5:07! and the temperature was 57.2!! magic...
flastop!
c loves planes and rockets and anything that goes fast. the other night as he was going to bed, he was playing with one of his little jet planes. he held it on the pillow then shot it up in the air, yelling "FLASTOP!!"
then last night in bed he was looking at the plane and said "mommy, airplanes have wings, right?" to which i answered "yes." then... "and butterflies have wings too." "yes."
"but butterflies dont have shootaguns on their wings."
then last night in bed he was looking at the plane and said "mommy, airplanes have wings, right?" to which i answered "yes." then... "and butterflies have wings too." "yes."
"but butterflies dont have shootaguns on their wings."
Monday, April 26, 2010
words
this is just a random post listing some of my favorite "words" because i don't want to forget them...
c:
wowwow - fan (13 months)
uppity - upstairs (15 months)
banoonoo - balloon (18 months)
keekar - screwdriver (20 months)
onage - orange (up to about 2)
cuckeek - cupcake (around age 2)
gotfor - forgot (almost 3)
flastop - blast off (almost 3)
a is much more of an action man and doesn't seem to have the vocabulary that i remember from c at around the same age. he does have a few words that he says "correctly" but here are some of his funnies. (most of these are current or the past couple of months):
wawa (it sounds like "agua") - water
ba-bees - blackberries (his FAVORITE fruit)
dah - dog
nonor - conor (his FAVORITE person)
ba-pa - backpack
ahhh maa - ah man (from dora the explorer)
behd - bread
boon - balloon
pease - please (said with a sweet smile and clapping of the hands)
c:
wowwow - fan (13 months)
uppity - upstairs (15 months)
banoonoo - balloon (18 months)
keekar - screwdriver (20 months)
onage - orange (up to about 2)
cuckeek - cupcake (around age 2)
gotfor - forgot (almost 3)
flastop - blast off (almost 3)
hittopos - hippopotamus (almost 3)
a is much more of an action man and doesn't seem to have the vocabulary that i remember from c at around the same age. he does have a few words that he says "correctly" but here are some of his funnies. (most of these are current or the past couple of months):
wawa (it sounds like "agua") - water
ba-bees - blackberries (his FAVORITE fruit)
dah - dog
nonor - conor (his FAVORITE person)
ba-pa - backpack
ahhh maa - ah man (from dora the explorer)
behd - bread
boon - balloon
pease - please (said with a sweet smile and clapping of the hands)
Friday, April 23, 2010
the end of an era
i'm so sad. i just finished nursing a for the last time. he's 16 months old today, and i'm going on a girls' weekend to the beach next weekend. dh and i decided it was time.
c kinda self-weaned at 15 months (with a little help from the irish inlaws - but that's a story for another time). and i always sort of assumed that a would self-wean by now. but he's nowhere close.
i feel like i'm taking something special and important away from him. and also from myself. i have been pregnant or nursing (or both) for the past 46 months. it's such a part of my life, who i am, and i'm desperately sad that this chapter is closing forever.
c kinda self-weaned at 15 months (with a little help from the irish inlaws - but that's a story for another time). and i always sort of assumed that a would self-wean by now. but he's nowhere close.
i feel like i'm taking something special and important away from him. and also from myself. i have been pregnant or nursing (or both) for the past 46 months. it's such a part of my life, who i am, and i'm desperately sad that this chapter is closing forever.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
daddy, what's that in your mouf?
the other night tim was doing bedtime with conor and had just brushed his teeth before going in to settle conor down. conor tugged on tim's chin to open his mouth, saying "daddy, what's in your mouf?" tim opened it and showed that there was nothing, then told conor he had just brushed his teeth. conor replied "daddy, your mouf smells nice!"
mommy, talk to my ear
sometimes when we have something exciting/special to share with conor, we whisper to him about it. not sure why - maybe just to make it sound more special? anyway, recently, i was about to tell him something, and was using an excited "stage whisper" kind of voice, when he stopped me, leaned over, and said "mommy, talk to my ear."
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