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March 12, 2010
March 11, 2010
I've been noticing a rapidly increasing blog drought as of late. What's up with that? As a mother of a toddler and a new born... Gasp! I can't say new born anymore. No no no, she is two whole months now! Time flies. Anyways, as I was saying, some days, the Internet is my only connection to the outside world and I need some updates people! Sad? Yes. But before you go feeling all sorry for me, let me tell you that I love my life. Not every day, no. There are some days where I feel as though I could run away. Screaming. If we're being honest here. But I embrace the fact that this is normal, and that the good days far outweigh the bad ones.
We've settled into a nice routine here in the Caballero household. I couldn't have asked for a better baby. Our little Masey is so sweet and smiley. She does have a good healthy set of lungs on her, so if you've ticked her off, be prepared to hear about it. She goes to bed between 9-9:30 and only gets up once to eat. Sometimes she wakes up for the day at 8:30 but there are some beautiful mornings when she sleeps until almost 10:00. Ahhh those are nice. I usually spend this extra hour dozing on the couch while Noah has breakfast and watches a show. It's bliss. She seems to be growing much fast than I remember Noah growing. I just bought her some pajamas last week and she has already stretched them to the maximum length. Hmmm, oh well, more shopping for me! Why is it that I enjoy shopping for my kids so much more than I do for myself? Weird. At 8 weeks she is a rotund 15 pounds. Poor girl gains all her weight in her stomach and thighs. Oh how I can relate. When I change her I talk to her in my high pitched baby voice which Noah LOVES to mimic. I say to her, Hi Chubby Chubbers. And he leans in real close to her face, copies the pitch perfectly and says Oh Hi Chubby Chubbers! He loves to call her Masey girl which comes out sounding like Masey Goowha. Ed has been calling her Momma or Mommas from day one and Noah has picked up that one real quick too. When he hears her crying from her crib, he drops all his toys and yells at me, Mom! Let's go get Mommas! And hauls off down the hall to rescue his baby sister. So-o cute. I really can't say enough about how much he has changed since she has been born. Does he still tantrum? Of course. Is he still sassy? Absolutely. But he communicates so much more and in turn, listens to us communicate to him so much more. A few weeks ago I noticed him yelling while he was playing with his cars. Go sit on a time out RIGHT now! He yelled. Uh oh.... I wonder where he heard that from. My bad. I talked about it with Ed when he got home and we have really cut back on raising our voices to him when we are disciplining. what.a. difference. Who knew that calm talking would get you so much better results?? hahaha Everyone, I know. Bad habits are hard to break I suppose and when I am angry, or frustrated, I communicate that through the decibels in my voice. Or at least I used too. I'm doing so much better now and I think it's even helped me to communicate my feelings to Ed without offending by yelling. It feels good. I hope I can keep it up.
Speaking of Ed. He's my best friend. Have I mentioned that before??? :) Well it's true. How cool is it being married to your best friend? hanging out with them all of the time and sharing all the joys and pains of life? I don't know what I would do without him. He is so good for bouncing my idea's and thoughts off of and I love to hear his feedback. He has been really supportive of my weight loss and even pushes me to keep going. The other night for example, when I did NOT want to go out and run stairs. Yuck. He pushed me and pushed me until I finally grabbed the keys and stormed out of the house in anger. Working out really does give you endorphins, because I was no longer seething mad when I came back :) I even thanked him for his help. (Or at least I thought of thanking him... Hmmm. I should make sure I did when he gets home from school.) Shortly after Masyn was born we decided it was finally time for Ed to quit his job and move on to something else. We were extremely nervous of this because we had no idea what else he could do for money while still going to school. And when I say 'we' I really mean 'ME' I am such a stress case. More on that later. But in the end it all worked out perfectly much to the thanks of Ed's parents and brother for coming through for us. It's been a blessing for sure. We've taken a bit of a hit financially, but he is home way more and he is getting so much more rest than before. I will take that over more money any day. In other news, we did not get accepted into any Dental Schools this year. Which means we will be here for another year at least and Ed is going to take another shot at the DAT since they recommend you take it a few times anyways. Practice makes perfect I suppose. Anyways, he graduates in April and we are hoping he gets a good job so that we can rent a bit of a bigger place for this next year. So if anyone knows of anything he could do for work, please let us know. I would love to get into a place with a backyard of some sort so we can make the most of the warmer days ahead.
So earlier I was informing you of my stress case self. Well I have been noticing just how badly I stress over, well nothing sometimes. My life is not that bad, really. I just don't handle any kind of stress well, and I want to change that. I'm not sure how to go about channeling my inner stress demons. Yoga? Meditation? Is there a class I can take? I'm not sure. But I think that stress ages you, and well.... I'm feeling super old these days. So if anyone can help me out with info or anything that you do personally to manage your stress I would be forever grateful. And perhaps I would send you some baked goods.... perhaps. On another front, I am starting to lose my baby weight. I gave myself 6 weeks before I started in on anything. Well that was two weeks ago. A couple of days ago I received a phone call from my Bestie Juli telling me she was getting married in July. Well that put my butt in gear. Currently I have 3 1/2 months to lose just under 30 pounds. Bring it.
And lastly, I finally have the pictures back from our newborn shoot my sister did. Yay! And since both babies are napping, I shall include her birth story as you feast your eyes on the beauty that Masyn is....
So her due date was January 10th. No problem, I thought. Noah was a week early, she will be too. Naive. So naive. By the time the 10th came around I was already frustrated because I was expecting her 7 days previous. I was desperate. The window of opportunity for Wes and Amanda to see her before they left was quickly closing.
I had gone on several long walks, squatted whenever I could, did some jumping jacks (not the easiest at 9 months pregnant let me tell you) ate spicy food, vacuumed my parents entire house on my hands and knees and even got acupuncture (which for the record I will never do again. No matter how much I wanted that baby out of me, I could not get past the fact that there were needles sticking out of my body! Icky.)
By the 11th I had convinced myself that she was just never coming out and I would have to walk around being pregnant forever. Can you imagine?? It kind of freaked me out. On the morning of the 13th I had an appointment with my midwives. My Mom took the day off, we left Noah in Strathmore because that's where I was staying while Wes and Amanda were in town, and headed for a day in the city. At the appointment, they told me they could sweep my membranes and that could put me into labor. I'm sorry, just saying sweeping membranes sounds painful to me. Not to mention totally gross. So I kindly declined. I told them that if I was still pregnant by my next appointment, I would let them do whatever they had to do.
When I went back out into the waiting area, my Mom had booked me a massage so in I went for that. It was heaven on earth I tell you. If you ever get a chance to have a prenatal massage, do it. And then find excuses to have one every week for the duration of your pregnancy. It was grand, and over too quickly. That hour just flies by. Anywho, while we were in there I asked her to push on every labor inducing pressure point she could think of. And she did.
After that, it was off to the malls so we could find some last minute clothing for a family photo shoot that was happening in the next few days. So we walked, and walked and walked some more. Found all of the appropriate items and on our way home decided we should stop for a bite to eat at the Olive Garden. Yum. It was around 3:00 pm I think by this time. It was on the way to eat that I felt my first contraction. I started timing them and by the time we were seated and had ordered they were about 4-6 minutes apart. And umm PAINFUL. Ouch. I didn't remember it being this painful with Noah right off the bat. I remember thinking, well! You can stay in there as long as you like little lady. I'm not ready for this anymore.
An hour after they had started, we were ready to leave and they were getting longer in between each one. I was a bit disappointed but I was dealing. We decided I would still go back out to Strathmore since they seemed to be going away. We got home, played with Noah, bathed and put him to bed and all the while I was having maybe one or two mild contractions every half hour or so. False alarm I thought. Around 10:00 I was so-o tired so I headed for bed.
At 10:50 I remember being woken up from a contraction but like I said before, I was super tired for some reason and so I was still kind of out of it. I dozed in between the pain and kept thinking that I was watching someone else go through labor from an outside perspective. It was all very weird. Finally around 11:30 I was fully awake and realized that this might be it, but with Noah's labor being 26 hours long, I didn't want to get all excited. I knew I had awhile to go yet. So I thought I would try and sleep some more. Ya right. They were coming every 8-10 minutes and after each one I had to go to the bathroom. Like, bad. So I would have to trudge all the way upstairs do my thing, then come all the way back down, crawl into bed and have a couple of minutes of rest before I would have some more pain and then have to go and do the whole trip again.
I guess I was being kind of loud because when I came out of the bathroom once, I noticed my Dad sitting in the chair in the living room. "What is going on?" He asks me. "Oh, I uh, think I'm in labor actually" So I sat on the couch and he timed a couple of them for me. They were about 6-8 minutes apart and getting more intense with each one. He went and woke up my Mom because I told him I didn't want to have another one without her there. She came and sat with us and I went through a couple more before I called Ed at about 12:30 to tell him we were having our baby.
He started making preparations to get someone to cover for him at work, so I called Janay to let her know that it had started. I had asked her previously to be there and take pictures for me. We decided it would take too long for Ed to have to come out to Strathmore to pick me up and then take us back into Calgary, so I called Josh and asked him to drive me in. After that we started getting my things together and the contractions started coming faster. I remember standing at the top of the stairs after Josh had come in the front door and having to bed over from a particularly painful contraction. I was breathing through it while my Mom rubbed my back. After I stood up I looked at Josh who said "Yup, pretty much sounds exactly how I did when I had my kidney stone" I think that should be labeled under, what NOT to say to a woman in labor. If eyes could kill, my brother would not be here today. I told my Mom that I wasn't going to drive 45 minutes in a car alone with him, so she got ready and by 1:30 we were on our way.
It was during this time that I remember thinking, what in the heck am I doing?? Why oh why did I WANT to do this again? The pain was so bad I felt like I was dying. Every 5 minutes I would die for about 50 seconds and then I would come back to life. I felt as though I was walking to my death. Willingly walking to my death. How messed up is that?? I called my midwives to tell them we were on our way and that they were already 5 minutes apart. Kudos to Mary who practically flew from Airdrie to make it to the Foothills in time. They met us at the entrance at 2:30 and after stopping twice for contractions before we reached the doors they grabbed a wheelchair and had me up in the room before I had another one. They should make those chairs with a seat belt. I might have come flying out we were rushing through the halls so fast :)
After we got in the room they took my blood pressure and started filling up the tub right away. I went through a few more contractions just standing beside the bed until Ed finally walked in and we made our way to the tub. As soon as I got in the contractions stopped. I was like... ummm Uh oh! I don't know what I did, by they're gone! Mary just laughed at me and told me to enjoy the break because they would be back with a vengeance. She wasn't lying. I could not get over how painful they were. Based on my previous labor I thought I was going to be there for awhile, and I just didn't think I would make it out alive if they were that bad.
I don't remember what time Janay got there. Sorry, I was a little busy. But I do remember her walking through the door looking all fresh and cute and happy, and and..dressed. Here I was, bearing everything for all to see, red faced with sweat beads forming on my forehead, my hair wet and flat against my head and not a trace of make up on my face. yes that's right. You heard me, zero make up. I'm a daredevil like that. No, not really. It all happened so fast I didn't have the time. But oh was I mad. I was mad at everyone outside of that tub. Everyone walking in and out of that little bathroom who had a smile on their face. They would say things like, you can do this! It won't be long now! And all the while they were feeling zero pain themselves. How.dare.they.
Anyways, I eventually got over that because I was back to feeling like I was dying and couldn't be bothered to think of anything else. I started pushing not long after that and after several attempts to tell Mary that I couldn't do 'this' anymore, she was born at 4:13 am. They placed her on my chest right away and I remember saying 'What do I do? what do I do?' Im pretty sure I remember hearing laughing and then someone said, 'just hold her!' So I did just that. I held my skinny, slippery little baby girl. She didn't make a peep. Just laid there staring up, probably feeling totally confused and maybe a bit unsure of what was happening around her. I was so glad it was all over and she was finally here.
They got us out of the tub and into the room for the the stats and paperwork and we just talked while the midwives did their thing. She came in at 6lbs 13 oz and 19 inches long. Just a little bean. Mary cleaned out the bathtub then filled it back up again and went and sat back in it. She handed Masyn to me with a bar of soap and that was her first little bath. Janay and my Mom came in at some point and I held her in the warm water while Janay cleaned her up with the soap. The midwives walked out of the room and told us to tell them when we were done. Such a difference from our first experience. 100% better by far.
When she was squeaky clean, we both got dressed, Josh and Ed's parents came in to meet and hold her, we loaded her into the car seat and were walking out of the hospital at 6:30am. It was a whirlwind but what a great experience. We were home by 7:00 and by 7:01 the three of us were sound asleep. I do remember on the drive home, telling Ed that I honestly didn't know if I could ever do that again. He told me that was fine and I started thinking 2 kids instead of the original 4 would be totally okay with me too. But then just the other day I called my Mom late one night...
We've settled into a nice routine here in the Caballero household. I couldn't have asked for a better baby. Our little Masey is so sweet and smiley. She does have a good healthy set of lungs on her, so if you've ticked her off, be prepared to hear about it. She goes to bed between 9-9:30 and only gets up once to eat. Sometimes she wakes up for the day at 8:30 but there are some beautiful mornings when she sleeps until almost 10:00. Ahhh those are nice. I usually spend this extra hour dozing on the couch while Noah has breakfast and watches a show. It's bliss. She seems to be growing much fast than I remember Noah growing. I just bought her some pajamas last week and she has already stretched them to the maximum length. Hmmm, oh well, more shopping for me! Why is it that I enjoy shopping for my kids so much more than I do for myself? Weird. At 8 weeks she is a rotund 15 pounds. Poor girl gains all her weight in her stomach and thighs. Oh how I can relate. When I change her I talk to her in my high pitched baby voice which Noah LOVES to mimic. I say to her, Hi Chubby Chubbers. And he leans in real close to her face, copies the pitch perfectly and says Oh Hi Chubby Chubbers! He loves to call her Masey girl which comes out sounding like Masey Goowha. Ed has been calling her Momma or Mommas from day one and Noah has picked up that one real quick too. When he hears her crying from her crib, he drops all his toys and yells at me, Mom! Let's go get Mommas! And hauls off down the hall to rescue his baby sister. So-o cute. I really can't say enough about how much he has changed since she has been born. Does he still tantrum? Of course. Is he still sassy? Absolutely. But he communicates so much more and in turn, listens to us communicate to him so much more. A few weeks ago I noticed him yelling while he was playing with his cars. Go sit on a time out RIGHT now! He yelled. Uh oh.... I wonder where he heard that from. My bad. I talked about it with Ed when he got home and we have really cut back on raising our voices to him when we are disciplining. what.a. difference. Who knew that calm talking would get you so much better results?? hahaha Everyone, I know. Bad habits are hard to break I suppose and when I am angry, or frustrated, I communicate that through the decibels in my voice. Or at least I used too. I'm doing so much better now and I think it's even helped me to communicate my feelings to Ed without offending by yelling. It feels good. I hope I can keep it up.
Speaking of Ed. He's my best friend. Have I mentioned that before??? :) Well it's true. How cool is it being married to your best friend? hanging out with them all of the time and sharing all the joys and pains of life? I don't know what I would do without him. He is so good for bouncing my idea's and thoughts off of and I love to hear his feedback. He has been really supportive of my weight loss and even pushes me to keep going. The other night for example, when I did NOT want to go out and run stairs. Yuck. He pushed me and pushed me until I finally grabbed the keys and stormed out of the house in anger. Working out really does give you endorphins, because I was no longer seething mad when I came back :) I even thanked him for his help. (Or at least I thought of thanking him... Hmmm. I should make sure I did when he gets home from school.) Shortly after Masyn was born we decided it was finally time for Ed to quit his job and move on to something else. We were extremely nervous of this because we had no idea what else he could do for money while still going to school. And when I say 'we' I really mean 'ME' I am such a stress case. More on that later. But in the end it all worked out perfectly much to the thanks of Ed's parents and brother for coming through for us. It's been a blessing for sure. We've taken a bit of a hit financially, but he is home way more and he is getting so much more rest than before. I will take that over more money any day. In other news, we did not get accepted into any Dental Schools this year. Which means we will be here for another year at least and Ed is going to take another shot at the DAT since they recommend you take it a few times anyways. Practice makes perfect I suppose. Anyways, he graduates in April and we are hoping he gets a good job so that we can rent a bit of a bigger place for this next year. So if anyone knows of anything he could do for work, please let us know. I would love to get into a place with a backyard of some sort so we can make the most of the warmer days ahead.
So earlier I was informing you of my stress case self. Well I have been noticing just how badly I stress over, well nothing sometimes. My life is not that bad, really. I just don't handle any kind of stress well, and I want to change that. I'm not sure how to go about channeling my inner stress demons. Yoga? Meditation? Is there a class I can take? I'm not sure. But I think that stress ages you, and well.... I'm feeling super old these days. So if anyone can help me out with info or anything that you do personally to manage your stress I would be forever grateful. And perhaps I would send you some baked goods.... perhaps. On another front, I am starting to lose my baby weight. I gave myself 6 weeks before I started in on anything. Well that was two weeks ago. A couple of days ago I received a phone call from my Bestie Juli telling me she was getting married in July. Well that put my butt in gear. Currently I have 3 1/2 months to lose just under 30 pounds. Bring it.
And lastly, I finally have the pictures back from our newborn shoot my sister did. Yay! And since both babies are napping, I shall include her birth story as you feast your eyes on the beauty that Masyn is....
So her due date was January 10th. No problem, I thought. Noah was a week early, she will be too. Naive. So naive. By the time the 10th came around I was already frustrated because I was expecting her 7 days previous. I was desperate. The window of opportunity for Wes and Amanda to see her before they left was quickly closing.
I had gone on several long walks, squatted whenever I could, did some jumping jacks (not the easiest at 9 months pregnant let me tell you) ate spicy food, vacuumed my parents entire house on my hands and knees and even got acupuncture (which for the record I will never do again. No matter how much I wanted that baby out of me, I could not get past the fact that there were needles sticking out of my body! Icky.)
By the 11th I had convinced myself that she was just never coming out and I would have to walk around being pregnant forever. Can you imagine?? It kind of freaked me out. On the morning of the 13th I had an appointment with my midwives. My Mom took the day off, we left Noah in Strathmore because that's where I was staying while Wes and Amanda were in town, and headed for a day in the city. At the appointment, they told me they could sweep my membranes and that could put me into labor. I'm sorry, just saying sweeping membranes sounds painful to me. Not to mention totally gross. So I kindly declined. I told them that if I was still pregnant by my next appointment, I would let them do whatever they had to do.
When I went back out into the waiting area, my Mom had booked me a massage so in I went for that. It was heaven on earth I tell you. If you ever get a chance to have a prenatal massage, do it. And then find excuses to have one every week for the duration of your pregnancy. It was grand, and over too quickly. That hour just flies by. Anywho, while we were in there I asked her to push on every labor inducing pressure point she could think of. And she did.
After that, it was off to the malls so we could find some last minute clothing for a family photo shoot that was happening in the next few days. So we walked, and walked and walked some more. Found all of the appropriate items and on our way home decided we should stop for a bite to eat at the Olive Garden. Yum. It was around 3:00 pm I think by this time. It was on the way to eat that I felt my first contraction. I started timing them and by the time we were seated and had ordered they were about 4-6 minutes apart. And umm PAINFUL. Ouch. I didn't remember it being this painful with Noah right off the bat. I remember thinking, well! You can stay in there as long as you like little lady. I'm not ready for this anymore.
An hour after they had started, we were ready to leave and they were getting longer in between each one. I was a bit disappointed but I was dealing. We decided I would still go back out to Strathmore since they seemed to be going away. We got home, played with Noah, bathed and put him to bed and all the while I was having maybe one or two mild contractions every half hour or so. False alarm I thought. Around 10:00 I was so-o tired so I headed for bed.
At 10:50 I remember being woken up from a contraction but like I said before, I was super tired for some reason and so I was still kind of out of it. I dozed in between the pain and kept thinking that I was watching someone else go through labor from an outside perspective. It was all very weird. Finally around 11:30 I was fully awake and realized that this might be it, but with Noah's labor being 26 hours long, I didn't want to get all excited. I knew I had awhile to go yet. So I thought I would try and sleep some more. Ya right. They were coming every 8-10 minutes and after each one I had to go to the bathroom. Like, bad. So I would have to trudge all the way upstairs do my thing, then come all the way back down, crawl into bed and have a couple of minutes of rest before I would have some more pain and then have to go and do the whole trip again.
I guess I was being kind of loud because when I came out of the bathroom once, I noticed my Dad sitting in the chair in the living room. "What is going on?" He asks me. "Oh, I uh, think I'm in labor actually" So I sat on the couch and he timed a couple of them for me. They were about 6-8 minutes apart and getting more intense with each one. He went and woke up my Mom because I told him I didn't want to have another one without her there. She came and sat with us and I went through a couple more before I called Ed at about 12:30 to tell him we were having our baby.
He started making preparations to get someone to cover for him at work, so I called Janay to let her know that it had started. I had asked her previously to be there and take pictures for me. We decided it would take too long for Ed to have to come out to Strathmore to pick me up and then take us back into Calgary, so I called Josh and asked him to drive me in. After that we started getting my things together and the contractions started coming faster. I remember standing at the top of the stairs after Josh had come in the front door and having to bed over from a particularly painful contraction. I was breathing through it while my Mom rubbed my back. After I stood up I looked at Josh who said "Yup, pretty much sounds exactly how I did when I had my kidney stone" I think that should be labeled under, what NOT to say to a woman in labor. If eyes could kill, my brother would not be here today. I told my Mom that I wasn't going to drive 45 minutes in a car alone with him, so she got ready and by 1:30 we were on our way.
It was during this time that I remember thinking, what in the heck am I doing?? Why oh why did I WANT to do this again? The pain was so bad I felt like I was dying. Every 5 minutes I would die for about 50 seconds and then I would come back to life. I felt as though I was walking to my death. Willingly walking to my death. How messed up is that?? I called my midwives to tell them we were on our way and that they were already 5 minutes apart. Kudos to Mary who practically flew from Airdrie to make it to the Foothills in time. They met us at the entrance at 2:30 and after stopping twice for contractions before we reached the doors they grabbed a wheelchair and had me up in the room before I had another one. They should make those chairs with a seat belt. I might have come flying out we were rushing through the halls so fast :)
After we got in the room they took my blood pressure and started filling up the tub right away. I went through a few more contractions just standing beside the bed until Ed finally walked in and we made our way to the tub. As soon as I got in the contractions stopped. I was like... ummm Uh oh! I don't know what I did, by they're gone! Mary just laughed at me and told me to enjoy the break because they would be back with a vengeance. She wasn't lying. I could not get over how painful they were. Based on my previous labor I thought I was going to be there for awhile, and I just didn't think I would make it out alive if they were that bad.
I don't remember what time Janay got there. Sorry, I was a little busy. But I do remember her walking through the door looking all fresh and cute and happy, and and..dressed. Here I was, bearing everything for all to see, red faced with sweat beads forming on my forehead, my hair wet and flat against my head and not a trace of make up on my face. yes that's right. You heard me, zero make up. I'm a daredevil like that. No, not really. It all happened so fast I didn't have the time. But oh was I mad. I was mad at everyone outside of that tub. Everyone walking in and out of that little bathroom who had a smile on their face. They would say things like, you can do this! It won't be long now! And all the while they were feeling zero pain themselves. How.dare.they.
Anyways, I eventually got over that because I was back to feeling like I was dying and couldn't be bothered to think of anything else. I started pushing not long after that and after several attempts to tell Mary that I couldn't do 'this' anymore, she was born at 4:13 am. They placed her on my chest right away and I remember saying 'What do I do? what do I do?' Im pretty sure I remember hearing laughing and then someone said, 'just hold her!' So I did just that. I held my skinny, slippery little baby girl. She didn't make a peep. Just laid there staring up, probably feeling totally confused and maybe a bit unsure of what was happening around her. I was so glad it was all over and she was finally here.
They got us out of the tub and into the room for the the stats and paperwork and we just talked while the midwives did their thing. She came in at 6lbs 13 oz and 19 inches long. Just a little bean. Mary cleaned out the bathtub then filled it back up again and went and sat back in it. She handed Masyn to me with a bar of soap and that was her first little bath. Janay and my Mom came in at some point and I held her in the warm water while Janay cleaned her up with the soap. The midwives walked out of the room and told us to tell them when we were done. Such a difference from our first experience. 100% better by far.
When she was squeaky clean, we both got dressed, Josh and Ed's parents came in to meet and hold her, we loaded her into the car seat and were walking out of the hospital at 6:30am. It was a whirlwind but what a great experience. We were home by 7:00 and by 7:01 the three of us were sound asleep. I do remember on the drive home, telling Ed that I honestly didn't know if I could ever do that again. He told me that was fine and I started thinking 2 kids instead of the original 4 would be totally okay with me too. But then just the other day I called my Mom late one night...Me: So we have a bit of a crisis
Mom: Oh? What is it?
Me: Well now that Masyn is going to bed at a set time and is practically sleeping through the night, I'm starting to think I could have another one....
I guess you just never know :) Four kids is looking doable to me right now. Remind me of that as I am going into labor with our third.
February 13, 2010
having a baby girl...
... is like so much better than having dolls to dress up.
She is barely four weeks old and already she has a rather impressive collection of 11 pairs of shoes. That's about 10 more than I currently own. So fun.
So I know I'm really behind in posting. Having two kids takes up a lot more time than I had imagined. The minute I am done feeding/changing Masyn, I try to focus all my attention on Noah. I think that's the thing I am finding the most difficult. The division of my time as a Mommy. It's tough, but we're adjusting.
Noah has been the best big brother. That sounds cliche, but really, he is. We thought he was going to have a hard time with a baby around. I was picturing fits of jealous rage. It's the exact opposite. He has, I dare say, improved since Masyn has been home. He love love loves her. He no longer fights me to change his diaper, as long as his little sister is getting her diaper changed at the same time. He loves to help me and when I ask him to run and get some wipes or a diaper he is more than willing and runs off to do just as I ask. He asks to hold her a lot, but it's short lived. He tells me it's my turn barely 30 seconds in :) The other day he asked to hold her and she started crying. Noah says "Uh oh, She's hungry, I feed her" as he starts to lift up his shirt to expose his chest. Oooops! I had to quickly explain that only mommies get to feed babies. But my heart melted that he wanted to help her. Like I said, he's a good big brother. I think if I was getting a full night's sleep, life would be bliss.
Anyways, I think we took more pictures of Noah in his first week of life than we have in Masyn's four, but here are the latest. Enjoy.
Janay and I did a photo shoot with the little Miss last week and when I get the pictures back I plan on doing a good long picture-filled post. Including her birth story which I want to remember. Although there's not much to remember. The whole thing lasted just over three hours. A huge leap from Noah's 26 hours. Ouch.
These are a bit out of order. They start with the most recent.
Let's just try and look past the creepy red satan eyes in this one. I have no idea how to get rid of that in my pictures.
My attempt at our first brother/sister picture. I had a way cuter one where she is actually smiling, but I just accidentally deleted it and I can already hear her fussing in her swing so I don't have time to go back and get it. Too bad, it was my fave.
Her first trip to Wal-Mart! That was an exciting day for me. I got out of the house. Never mind that it took like triple the time to get everyone ready and into the car.
After bath time relaxation.
Her first Sunday. I still hadn't clipped her nails. Awww that was soooo long ago :)
She is barely four weeks old and already she has a rather impressive collection of 11 pairs of shoes. That's about 10 more than I currently own. So fun.
So I know I'm really behind in posting. Having two kids takes up a lot more time than I had imagined. The minute I am done feeding/changing Masyn, I try to focus all my attention on Noah. I think that's the thing I am finding the most difficult. The division of my time as a Mommy. It's tough, but we're adjusting.
Noah has been the best big brother. That sounds cliche, but really, he is. We thought he was going to have a hard time with a baby around. I was picturing fits of jealous rage. It's the exact opposite. He has, I dare say, improved since Masyn has been home. He love love loves her. He no longer fights me to change his diaper, as long as his little sister is getting her diaper changed at the same time. He loves to help me and when I ask him to run and get some wipes or a diaper he is more than willing and runs off to do just as I ask. He asks to hold her a lot, but it's short lived. He tells me it's my turn barely 30 seconds in :) The other day he asked to hold her and she started crying. Noah says "Uh oh, She's hungry, I feed her" as he starts to lift up his shirt to expose his chest. Oooops! I had to quickly explain that only mommies get to feed babies. But my heart melted that he wanted to help her. Like I said, he's a good big brother. I think if I was getting a full night's sleep, life would be bliss.
Anyways, I think we took more pictures of Noah in his first week of life than we have in Masyn's four, but here are the latest. Enjoy.
Janay and I did a photo shoot with the little Miss last week and when I get the pictures back I plan on doing a good long picture-filled post. Including her birth story which I want to remember. Although there's not much to remember. The whole thing lasted just over three hours. A huge leap from Noah's 26 hours. Ouch.
These are a bit out of order. They start with the most recent.
Let's just try and look past the creepy red satan eyes in this one. I have no idea how to get rid of that in my pictures.
My attempt at our first brother/sister picture. I had a way cuter one where she is actually smiling, but I just accidentally deleted it and I can already hear her fussing in her swing so I don't have time to go back and get it. Too bad, it was my fave.
Her first trip to Wal-Mart! That was an exciting day for me. I got out of the house. Never mind that it took like triple the time to get everyone ready and into the car.
After bath time relaxation.
Her first Sunday. I still hadn't clipped her nails. Awww that was soooo long ago :)December 18, 2009
call him Greaser
Sigh....
and I had high hopes for a relatively quiet and uneventful night.
Our story begins with a little boy named Noah. He really is the cutest. Although there were two days in a row this week that I wanted to literally run out the door screaming and never return on account of his behavior, he has made up for those in the last 48 hours. I'm back to utterly adoring my sweet son. Even after the stunt he pulled tonight, I can't help but shake my head and just laugh.
What else is one to do when your two year old comes running into the room with an entire container of Mentholatum emptied on top of his cute little head? ( for those of you unaware, Mentholatum is comparable to vicks vapor rub and has that vaseline consistency.) Lovely right?
Here's what I did.
#1 - Grabbed my camera to document and later torment the little guy about just how much trouble he was when he was younger.
#2 - Grabbed the phone and in desperation called and begged my sister to search the Internet on how best to remove the yucky mess from his sweet locks.
I've broken it down into steps in case any of my charming friends ever has the great privilege of needing to do this to their own offspring one day...
Step #1:
Throw the little tyrant into a nice tub of warm water. Try not to get his hair wet first.
Step #2 :
Remove as much of the Vaseline/Mentholatum as you can with paper towel. I couldn't multi task with this step so just imagine the big globs to be gone.
When his head is good and coated and he looks like a mini old man let it sit for a few minutes to allow the cornstarch to do it's job. I'm not exactly sure what it's job is, so don't ask.
Step #4:
Step #5:
Step #6:
Now I'm not sure where exactly I went wrong in the whole process. I am still trying to figure out as to why when all was said and done he still looked like this...
The little grease monkey. This is what it looked like after I had blow dryed it. And because I'm a good Mom like that, this is exactly how he went to bed. Greasy hair and all. Perhaps I'll tackle it again tomorrow when I have more energy.
and I had high hopes for a relatively quiet and uneventful night.
Our story begins with a little boy named Noah. He really is the cutest. Although there were two days in a row this week that I wanted to literally run out the door screaming and never return on account of his behavior, he has made up for those in the last 48 hours. I'm back to utterly adoring my sweet son. Even after the stunt he pulled tonight, I can't help but shake my head and just laugh.
What else is one to do when your two year old comes running into the room with an entire container of Mentholatum emptied on top of his cute little head? ( for those of you unaware, Mentholatum is comparable to vicks vapor rub and has that vaseline consistency.) Lovely right?
Here's what I did.
#1 - Grabbed my camera to document and later torment the little guy about just how much trouble he was when he was younger.
#2 - Grabbed the phone and in desperation called and begged my sister to search the Internet on how best to remove the yucky mess from his sweet locks.
I've broken it down into steps in case any of my charming friends ever has the great privilege of needing to do this to their own offspring one day...
Step #1:
Throw the little tyrant into a nice tub of warm water. Try not to get his hair wet first.
Step #2 :
Remove as much of the Vaseline/Mentholatum as you can with paper towel. I couldn't multi task with this step so just imagine the big globs to be gone.
Step #3:
When you've removed most of it, pat cornstarch into the hair, don't rub. Not sure why, just don't do it okay? (Don't be alarmed, it's not really getting into his eyes, that's just how he says 'Cheese' for the camera.)
When his head is good and coated and he looks like a mini old man let it sit for a few minutes to allow the cornstarch to do it's job. I'm not exactly sure what it's job is, so don't ask.
Step #4:Wash out all that cornstarch with your regular shampoo
Step #5:Then grab some good grease fight'n dish soap and give him another good scrub, or three. After you have sufficiently scarred your child from too many hair washes, give'em one more good scrub with the regular shampoo for good measure. By this time they will looove you and tell you what a nice Mommy you are for helping them. Or if they're like mine, hit you in the face repeatedly and yell "No thank you Mommy! All done!"
Step #6:Rinse thoroughly with warm water again (or lukewarm like mine was after sitting there for 5 or 6 washes) until the subject is squeaky clean.
Now I'm not sure where exactly I went wrong in the whole process. I am still trying to figure out as to why when all was said and done he still looked like this...
The little grease monkey. This is what it looked like after I had blow dryed it. And because I'm a good Mom like that, this is exactly how he went to bed. Greasy hair and all. Perhaps I'll tackle it again tomorrow when I have more energy. Stay tuned...
And for your viewing pleasure, I included a small video of Noah in all of his Mentholatum glory.
And for your viewing pleasure, I included a small video of Noah in all of his Mentholatum glory.
Enjoy!
December 4, 2009
I think we'll keep him
Last night we went visiting some friends who had their third baby a few weeks ago. Noah was pretty busy playing with all the new toys around to notice the sleeping bundle being held by his Mommy. When Ed's turn to hold the little man came around, he was right up there on the lap kissing and softly touching the babies face.
So cute. It made me cry.
His little concerned face was so precious when the baby started to cry. He kept repeating "Oh no! Baby crying, he's sad." We attempted to reassure him saying that even though the baby was crying, he wasn't sad, it just meant he was hungry and needed to eat. Understanding washed over Noah's face and with that he disappeared into the kitchen pantry, emerging several seconds later proudly bringing a can of beans into the living room and placing it on the floor next to the baby's head.
"There! Supper." He says.
Problem solved. Thanks for the laugh little man. No one loves you like I do!
So cute. It made me cry.
His little concerned face was so precious when the baby started to cry. He kept repeating "Oh no! Baby crying, he's sad." We attempted to reassure him saying that even though the baby was crying, he wasn't sad, it just meant he was hungry and needed to eat. Understanding washed over Noah's face and with that he disappeared into the kitchen pantry, emerging several seconds later proudly bringing a can of beans into the living room and placing it on the floor next to the baby's head.
"There! Supper." He says.
Problem solved. Thanks for the laugh little man. No one loves you like I do!
November 30, 2009
many apologies
There is something about this time of year. It makes me procrastinate. I was late posting Halloween and Noah's birthday by a couple of months last year, and it looks like I will be shooting for that again this year too.
We've been busy, but it's been nice. It's made the time go by very quickly. Only 9 more sleeps until Wes and Amanda get here! Woo hoo. I have to force myself not to think about it too much or it feels like it's taking way too long to get here.
A short recap of our November:
Noah's birthday came and went while we were in the States visiting family for my Uncle's funeral. It was an emotional week but I am so grateful that we were able to be there to support and spend time with family. It had been so long since we had all been together that the catching up and sharing of memories of Uncle Clyde will always stay in my memory. The spirit was so strong in that house the entire week it was unbelievable. His presence was felt often. You could almost feel the joy that you knew he had at seeing all of his loved ones coming together to support his wife and family. He was a beautiful man and will be missed by many.
Josh has been staying with us for the last couple of weeks while he finishes up a job he has here in the city. How nice it's been! He'll actually be leaving tomorrow and tonight I felt overwhelmed at the thought of him going. With Ed's busy schedule it has been like a breath of fresh air having Josh around. Noah has a constant playmate which is nice since I am much to large to move around let alone run around after an active toddler. He wakes up every morning asking for Josh and his truck :) Cute. I am grateful because I have another adult to talk to! And in person! What a treat. His manly muscles come in handy as well when I need things done around here and can't wait around for Ed to come home from school or work. Like I said, it's been really nice and so much more helpful to me than he probably realizes!
Other than that, we've just sort of stuck close to home. I am trying to get things organized here so that I don't have to come home from my Mom's house with two children and a huge to do list. Ed tells me I'm nesting. Which I think is funny because I had no desire to do that at all when I was pregnant with Noah, but I'm just itching to do it now. Speaking of baby, I was feeling really unprepared for her arrival this last week so I went shopping. Oooooh how I LOVED shopping for a girl. I was in my element. Pink dresses, accessories, shoes, tights. Ah, I could have spent all night at that mall, and much more money if we're being honest. Amber came with me - and whoa. Let's just say that she probably purchased 50 % of the loot that I came home with that night! She's just as crazy for girl clothes as I am. The difference between us? She has waaay more money! :) Amber, remind me to take you on every shopping trip from now on :) Kidding. You're the best Auntie Amers and she's going to love you for it! Anyways, after that night I feel much more prepared to keep her clothed when she gets here, so whew! One more thing to cross off my gigantic to do list thus far.
It hasn't snowed until just the last couple of days which of course is rare for here. But now with all the white stuff around it really feels like Christmas :) Tomorrow I'm sending the boys out to pick out our Christmas tree! So excited for that. This year I think is going to be a lot of fun now that Noah is more at an age where he can understand the excitement and meaning of Christmas. It's going to be a fun month, filled with lots of laughs and family time. Unfortunately I probably won't be posting much until the little Miss arrives so keep your eye out for that!
Until then, here is a picture I snapped of my tiny cheese ball who's idea of helping me bake Christmas cookies this morning was eating all the flour! He kept saying... "Oooo Yummy Mommy! Yummy" My kitchen was a disaster by the end, but at least we had fun :)
I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful week!
October 18, 2009
worry wart
As I was thinking about our upcoming week full of long days alone with the little man while Ed is in school, and even longer evenings with him while Ed is working, I was starting to get a little stressed. I'm a worrier. If I don't finish the things on my to do list for that day I get worried about getting behind on my laundry, dishes, housework in general. How organized and clean my house is, I have come to understand, is directly linked to how I feel. It determines what kind of mood I will be in for that day, how I will handle stressful situations, and my patience level. As you can imagine, if the house is chaotic, so am I. So yes, I worry that I will lose my mind on a daily basis. Is that weird? Probably.
So as I was stressing over ways NOT to turn into a cooped up crazy woman this week, I came across this poem:
So as I was stressing over ways NOT to turn into a cooped up crazy woman this week, I came across this poem:
I hope that my child, looking back on today.
Remembers a mother who had time to play.
Children grow up while we're not looking.
There'll be years ahead for cleaning and cooking.
So cobwebs be quiet and dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
Could be the hormones, but boy did I cry. It's important to be reminded of the things that matter the most when life seems too difficult to walk alone. I have a beautiful son, and he deserves my love the most.
So.. insanely busy week?? Bring it on...
October 14, 2009
Just a quicky post here to let you know what's up.
Ed is working late each night this week and trying to cram his brain for his midterms each day. I have a taste of being a single parent, and let me tell you, I'm exhausted. Normally it wouldn't be so bad I'm sure, except for the whole draining pregnancy thing. And the fact that Noah has decided to fight me to the death about going to bed each night. He's a very strong willed little man. And if he doesn't want something, boy will he let you know about it. All day today he's walked around with a raspy voice because he screamed for almost 45 minutes straight last night. At least he's not crying so hard he's making himself throw up anymore...that was last weeks fiasco. Whew! He is his father's son, that's about all I have to say about that.
Almost two months ago we went in for our ultrasound to see the baby who was healthy by all standards. What a blessing. But a few weeks ago I was at my midwife appointment and she informed me that they wanted me back because the baby wasn't in a good position for them to see if there were 3 blood vessels in her cord. Or so the report said anyways. Then she proceeded to tell me the risks that are involved when only 2 vessels are found. Most often it results in brain damage as there isn't enough blood flow. So here I am.. worried of course. I finally make it in for a repeat scan, only to find out that she does have 3 blood vessels and always did! Turns out their system crashed and they lost some images from most of the scans they did the day we first went in. All they needed to do was recapture the cord for their records. What a relief! She said that the baby is doing very well and measuring 2 weeks farther along than we thought. Which doesn't necessarily mean that the due date will change. However they told me the same thing with Noah and he showed up a week early. We'll see!
Anyways, here is a picture of our daughter whose name we have FINALLY decided on! Ed was absolutely killing me this time around. He hated everything. And I mean everything! So as soon as we came across one we both liked (it was a small miracle) I jumped on it. I declared that to be her name without further room for discussion. Now, don't get mad. Normally I would tell you all what it is. I get upset when people say to me "We have a name but we're not telling anyone" And here I am sort of doing it! Muahahahah. No, no I'm kidding. I just don't want to announce it to the world wide web. It's a boy name - go figure. It was really important to me that I continue on with that tradition. And well frankly I haven't heard of it at ALL for a girl and I would like to keep it that way for the next three months at least. However, if the suspense is absolutely too much for you to handle, if you are losing sleep because of me and my evil ways, go ahead and email/facebook me and ONLY after you are sworn to a vow of secrecy shall I reveal it to you.
All others can simply bask in the beautiful life you see before you, who kind of creepily looks like she has no eyes.
Dear Australian Prepchuk's,
I know you were a little nervous that you might not see a lot of snow when you come this winter. You have missed it terribly and I feel for you. But rest assured. I have a feeling we won't have a shortage of that beautiful white stuff by the time you get here....
I've been listening to the sound of emergency vehicles from my window all morning. Around here there are an abundance of hills. Which of course equal slippery conditions which equal a bazillion accidents. I was so happy to stay safe and warm and dry in my little house this morning.
Seriously. Sometimes it's just too much for me to handle!
Ed is working late each night this week and trying to cram his brain for his midterms each day. I have a taste of being a single parent, and let me tell you, I'm exhausted. Normally it wouldn't be so bad I'm sure, except for the whole draining pregnancy thing. And the fact that Noah has decided to fight me to the death about going to bed each night. He's a very strong willed little man. And if he doesn't want something, boy will he let you know about it. All day today he's walked around with a raspy voice because he screamed for almost 45 minutes straight last night. At least he's not crying so hard he's making himself throw up anymore...that was last weeks fiasco. Whew! He is his father's son, that's about all I have to say about that.
Almost two months ago we went in for our ultrasound to see the baby who was healthy by all standards. What a blessing. But a few weeks ago I was at my midwife appointment and she informed me that they wanted me back because the baby wasn't in a good position for them to see if there were 3 blood vessels in her cord. Or so the report said anyways. Then she proceeded to tell me the risks that are involved when only 2 vessels are found. Most often it results in brain damage as there isn't enough blood flow. So here I am.. worried of course. I finally make it in for a repeat scan, only to find out that she does have 3 blood vessels and always did! Turns out their system crashed and they lost some images from most of the scans they did the day we first went in. All they needed to do was recapture the cord for their records. What a relief! She said that the baby is doing very well and measuring 2 weeks farther along than we thought. Which doesn't necessarily mean that the due date will change. However they told me the same thing with Noah and he showed up a week early. We'll see!
Anyways, here is a picture of our daughter whose name we have FINALLY decided on! Ed was absolutely killing me this time around. He hated everything. And I mean everything! So as soon as we came across one we both liked (it was a small miracle) I jumped on it. I declared that to be her name without further room for discussion. Now, don't get mad. Normally I would tell you all what it is. I get upset when people say to me "We have a name but we're not telling anyone" And here I am sort of doing it! Muahahahah. No, no I'm kidding. I just don't want to announce it to the world wide web. It's a boy name - go figure. It was really important to me that I continue on with that tradition. And well frankly I haven't heard of it at ALL for a girl and I would like to keep it that way for the next three months at least. However, if the suspense is absolutely too much for you to handle, if you are losing sleep because of me and my evil ways, go ahead and email/facebook me and ONLY after you are sworn to a vow of secrecy shall I reveal it to you.
All others can simply bask in the beautiful life you see before you, who kind of creepily looks like she has no eyes.
Dear Australian Prepchuk's,
I know you were a little nervous that you might not see a lot of snow when you come this winter. You have missed it terribly and I feel for you. But rest assured. I have a feeling we won't have a shortage of that beautiful white stuff by the time you get here....
I've been listening to the sound of emergency vehicles from my window all morning. Around here there are an abundance of hills. Which of course equal slippery conditions which equal a bazillion accidents. I was so happy to stay safe and warm and dry in my little house this morning.
And lastly...
Could someone tell this kid to stop being so darn cute??
Seriously. Sometimes it's just too much for me to handle!
October 9, 2009
09.10.09
There is much to be said about this beautiful day! However, I shall just narrow it down to two specifics that mean the most to me.
#1. Some of you may know my sister Janay and her husband Tim, who have struggled with the unfortunate trial of infertility. Since they found out many years ago, they have been down several paths with adoption agencies and most recently a fostering to adopt program. Their first little girl that came into their home made her appearance shortly after Noah was born. In December of 2007 we met her and almost immediately fell in love! Noah and her are trouble makers and really the best of friends, like all cousins should be. He's grown up knowing her in his life and I had always wondered and worried how I would approach the subject of her absence if she was for some reason given back to her birth mother. At one point she was taken but after a long couple of weeks she was returned to the loving arms of Janay and the rest of our family. That was a good day. Today is even better! Almost two years after she came into our lives we were given the EXCELLENT news that she will be able to stay with Janay and Tim on a permanent basis until arrangements can be made for them to start the adoption process!! It's hard to imagine how this is making my sister feel. Knowing she is finally going to be able to have that wonderful child as her very own! Knowing that a full life of motherhood is ahead of her! Knowing for a surety that she will be able to watch Lulubean grow up into a beautiful young woman, date, eventually get married (yikes!) and experience all those wonderful ups and downs that being a mother brings! Congratulations to the Stanford family on the best news your family could get!! When things are more permanent we will finally be able to post pictures of the sweet little thing so everyone can get to know her just a little bit better :) Exciting times ahead all!
#2. Last, but certainly NOT least. Exactly two months from today my brother Wes, his wife Amanda and their 5 billion kids, alright alright FOUR.. four kids will arrive from their long journey from Australia and stay for over a month! Just in time to meet Janay's little girl, Noah and baby Caballero all for the first time! It's been a loooooong 5 years you guys! We are all so excited we can barely stand it! Safe travels and we'll see you shortly :)
I have so much love for everyone today! How appropriate in view of the Holiday weekend. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Our family has MUCH to be grateful for :)
#1. Some of you may know my sister Janay and her husband Tim, who have struggled with the unfortunate trial of infertility. Since they found out many years ago, they have been down several paths with adoption agencies and most recently a fostering to adopt program. Their first little girl that came into their home made her appearance shortly after Noah was born. In December of 2007 we met her and almost immediately fell in love! Noah and her are trouble makers and really the best of friends, like all cousins should be. He's grown up knowing her in his life and I had always wondered and worried how I would approach the subject of her absence if she was for some reason given back to her birth mother. At one point she was taken but after a long couple of weeks she was returned to the loving arms of Janay and the rest of our family. That was a good day. Today is even better! Almost two years after she came into our lives we were given the EXCELLENT news that she will be able to stay with Janay and Tim on a permanent basis until arrangements can be made for them to start the adoption process!! It's hard to imagine how this is making my sister feel. Knowing she is finally going to be able to have that wonderful child as her very own! Knowing that a full life of motherhood is ahead of her! Knowing for a surety that she will be able to watch Lulubean grow up into a beautiful young woman, date, eventually get married (yikes!) and experience all those wonderful ups and downs that being a mother brings! Congratulations to the Stanford family on the best news your family could get!! When things are more permanent we will finally be able to post pictures of the sweet little thing so everyone can get to know her just a little bit better :) Exciting times ahead all!
#2. Last, but certainly NOT least. Exactly two months from today my brother Wes, his wife Amanda and their 5 billion kids, alright alright FOUR.. four kids will arrive from their long journey from Australia and stay for over a month! Just in time to meet Janay's little girl, Noah and baby Caballero all for the first time! It's been a loooooong 5 years you guys! We are all so excited we can barely stand it! Safe travels and we'll see you shortly :)
I have so much love for everyone today! How appropriate in view of the Holiday weekend. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Our family has MUCH to be grateful for :)
October 3, 2009
what goes around comes around
My Mom likes to tell a story of about us girls when we were younger. There is still some debate as to which of the four of us sisters were with her on this particular day, but the story goes something like this...
We were in the middle of a crowded department store girls' section when one of us, who was talking with Mom at the time, zones into a part of her face just below the chin where there was a loooong black hair protruding from the skin, waving in the air. Apparently this was a fairly interesting detail because whomever it was that noticed it ( I still say it wasn't me) announced it at full vocal capacity to all within hearing range. "Hey girls! Come over here! You have to see this huge black hair coming out of Mom's chin!" Which of course was then followed by the rest of the Prepchuk party all clamoring for a spot to catch a glimpse of the waving hair.
Now, she says that she was laughing so hard she was doubled over leaning on a shelf for support. I say she was probably so embarrassed she was trying to duck under something so no one would notice her or her shiny black chin hair.
Well I've had a similar experience that initially wasn't so public, but in about 3 paragraphs it's going to become that way. For no other reason than I love a good laugh, and thought you might too.
As a Mom I love to take what I call a 'luxury shower'. It's not your typical every day shower where you get in, get straight to business and exit all in under 5 minutes flat. No. This one you get to take your time! I'm talking about lather, rinse AND repeat! As a full time Mom you just don't have time for the 'repeat' anymore. It's virtually dead and gone like the body you had as a cheerleader in high school.
Those kind of showers are the best. I usually like to sit down, you know, take a load off, rest my head against the tiled wall and just....relax. Take my time and enjoy my several moments alone and in peace. Aaaaahhh. Well I had one of those the other day, and it was beautiful. Until Noah came running in and threw open the curtain wide interrupting my solace because he just couldn't stand to play by himself for a single.second.longer! I quickly ended my shower, jumped out and we played cars together.
Fast forward to later on in the afternoon when I am laying on my bed talking with my Mom on the phone while Noah plays near by. My one arm is resting above my head leaving my armpit exposed. Out of the corner of my eye I see little Noah's face contort in disgust, like he's just smelled something horrifically foul, as he raises his arm and pokes one chubby little finger into my armpit and exclaims "Ewwww! Yuckies!" Yes, sadly in all my hastiness to retreat from the shower that morning I forgot to shave. And thus ends my streak of luxury showers for awhile. It is abundantly clear that unshaven armpits are frowned upon in our home. And so I go back to speed showering where if I come out virtually hairless, I think Noah will be pleased.
We were in the middle of a crowded department store girls' section when one of us, who was talking with Mom at the time, zones into a part of her face just below the chin where there was a loooong black hair protruding from the skin, waving in the air. Apparently this was a fairly interesting detail because whomever it was that noticed it ( I still say it wasn't me) announced it at full vocal capacity to all within hearing range. "Hey girls! Come over here! You have to see this huge black hair coming out of Mom's chin!" Which of course was then followed by the rest of the Prepchuk party all clamoring for a spot to catch a glimpse of the waving hair.
Now, she says that she was laughing so hard she was doubled over leaning on a shelf for support. I say she was probably so embarrassed she was trying to duck under something so no one would notice her or her shiny black chin hair.
Well I've had a similar experience that initially wasn't so public, but in about 3 paragraphs it's going to become that way. For no other reason than I love a good laugh, and thought you might too.
As a Mom I love to take what I call a 'luxury shower'. It's not your typical every day shower where you get in, get straight to business and exit all in under 5 minutes flat. No. This one you get to take your time! I'm talking about lather, rinse AND repeat! As a full time Mom you just don't have time for the 'repeat' anymore. It's virtually dead and gone like the body you had as a cheerleader in high school.
Those kind of showers are the best. I usually like to sit down, you know, take a load off, rest my head against the tiled wall and just....relax. Take my time and enjoy my several moments alone and in peace. Aaaaahhh. Well I had one of those the other day, and it was beautiful. Until Noah came running in and threw open the curtain wide interrupting my solace because he just couldn't stand to play by himself for a single.second.longer! I quickly ended my shower, jumped out and we played cars together.
Fast forward to later on in the afternoon when I am laying on my bed talking with my Mom on the phone while Noah plays near by. My one arm is resting above my head leaving my armpit exposed. Out of the corner of my eye I see little Noah's face contort in disgust, like he's just smelled something horrifically foul, as he raises his arm and pokes one chubby little finger into my armpit and exclaims "Ewwww! Yuckies!" Yes, sadly in all my hastiness to retreat from the shower that morning I forgot to shave. And thus ends my streak of luxury showers for awhile. It is abundantly clear that unshaven armpits are frowned upon in our home. And so I go back to speed showering where if I come out virtually hairless, I think Noah will be pleased.
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