Monday, March 29, 2010

Man, that was fast!

How is it possible that 3 months have gone by already?!
Dear Dylan,
It seems like only yesterday, I heard your little cry for the first time. I was so excited to hear you, to see you, to breathe you in. I was so surprised to see your little sprouts of blond hair and your perfect round head. You have my side of the family's lips and daddy's toes. What have you been up to so far?
*You weighed 9 lbs 6 oz at your last doctor's appointment, but I think you've grown since then!
*You wear a size 1 diaper. Finally. We didn't think you'd ever graduate from newborn! :)
*You wear 0-3 month clothes, but you can also still wear newborn size clothes.
*You have the sweetest, calmest personality. You drink in what you see.. you are thinking about it, I know you are.
*You love to watch your brother play. His voice lights up your face.
*You started rolling over from tummy to back at 9 weeks old. At this rate, you'll graduate tomorrow and become a lawyer the next day.
*You almost never cry. The only times you cry (if you can even call it a cry) are when you're hungry or when you feel like people forgot about you. They're more like wimpers, really. The hungry wimper is accompanied with this little look you give where it almost looks like you're grinning. You are VERY easy to console when you do start crying.
*You've slept through the night since about 2.5 months old. I probably just jinxed that.
*You breastfeed and/or bottle feed (with breastmilk) every 2-3 hours, except overnight (obviously).
*You haven't really started smiling consistently yet, but you've been known to sneak a grin or two in.
*You love your vibrating bouncy seat with the Itsy Bitsy Spiders hanging down. You could chill in that forever.
*You could take or leave the paci. You're not the paci's biggest fan, but not its worst enemy.
*You don't have much hair.. the only hair that's mentionable is a little sprout of blond hair that sticks up like Alfalfa from The Little Rascals, and a small mullet of blond hair in the very back. SO CUTE.
*You make our family feel complete, and we love you so, so much.

Saturday, March 27, 2010


I love you, honey. Let me just start it with this.

So picture it: I was making a pizza for lunch today. I had the dough rolled in a ball, sitting in a bowl on the counter. I was grating some cheese. I had the pizza sauce sitting beside the bowl of dough. I had a pizza pan sitting on top of the stove. The stove was preheating. My husband walks into the kitchen and asks, "What are you making?"


I responded with "WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?!" But now that I've been thinking about it all day, I've thought of a million other responses. Like "It's a bucket of chicken. I hope you like it extra flat and crispy."*

*Stole that from Golden Girls. That show makes my heart happy.

Later, when he was standing outside talking to our brother-in-law, I went outside to check the mail. I flipped through the stack of mail til I got to one piece. It happened to be an envelope that contained a check from when I was on maternity leave. I turned to Michael, who was standing no more than 5 feet away, and I said, "Oh, I got that check!" And he said, "Really? How much is it?" Dude, I JUST TOOK IT OUT OF THE MAILBOX! Let me use my xray vision skillz and look through the envelope, k?

I'm glad that my sweet husband and I love each other enough to make fun of each other. It'd suck to be stuck with someone you couldn't joke with. I'm glad I don't know that feeling!

In Dylan news, OH EM GEE kid, are you EVER full? I feel like Bessie the milk cow. I can't complain about ya too much because 1) you're super cute and 2) you DO sleep through the night. Ah, sweet sleep-through-the-night bliss. Little M didn't even bother attempting this skill til he was about 6 months old. And even then, it was an on and off type of thing.

In little Michael news, he's decided that I can no longer sing. I can't sing along with the Phineas and Ferb theme song. I can't sing along with the radio. I start singing, and he starts yelling "NO SINGING!" The ONLY person to appreciate my singing no longer appreciates it. *sigh*... at least Dylan doesn't know the difference between good and bad singing yet! :)

In sleepy news... well, I'm sleepy. Goodnight folks!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Friday stuff.

1) There's really nothing interesting going on in my life today... I'm behind on laundry (quel SHOCK!), so I'm kinda sorta catching up on that....

2) The Us Weekly beside me a little bit cracks me up because of 2 things:

a) Pamela Anderson's face on the DWTS teaser (I wish this was a clearer picture. I think she's beyond the point of rescue on the botox thing.)

b) The fact that I read Us Weekly. It actually comes to my house in the mail. *sigh*

3) My son's newest obsessive catch-phrase is, "ya know, sometimes..." This can preface ANY SINGLE THING HE HAS TO SAY. Example: "Ya know, sometimes, I want orange juice." "Ya know, sometimes, Dylan's crying, mommy." "Ya know, sometimes, *babble babble babble*"

4) Speaking of this Us Weekly, I am SO MAD at Jesse James! How, oh how, can you cheat on SANDRA BULLOCK?! You DON'T GET ANY BETTER THAN SANDRA BULLOCK, A-HOLE! Sheesh. I'm sure he REALLY cares that I'm mad at him, too. :)

5) I need a food intervention. It's getting crazy around here. I am the queen of many things (ie: The World), but I am NOT the queen of will power! I know breastfeeding makes you way hungry? But it probably shouldn't make me way hungry for honeybuns and apple pies.

6) Ever watch Word Girl on PBS? Ever get extremely tickled about the title song and how soulfully sung it is? I can only imagine someone in the recording studio, putting their heart and soul into "Word up, it's Word Girl.. WORD UP!" hehehe

7) Ya know, sometimes, I'm all outta things to say. See ya! :)

Monday, March 22, 2010

The Toy Bandit

Now who do you suspect would spend endless amounts of time doing this throughout my house?

Pay no attention to the toy pit that is his bedroom. Only feast your eyes on his train-o-books.

Oh who could it be? Could it beeeee....


So here's the Sitch...

I don't know how the "blog follow" thing works, so I never actually follow blogs. I just stick them on my little thingie on the side and click on them when they have updates. And I know right before Dylan was born, I asked for your blog addresses.. and, well... I didn't actually go back to that post and get blog addresses and add them to my thingie on the side until just now. So now I feel like a total butthead. So... I want to stalk you still... if you're not over there >>> I really want you to be! So... consider this "I want YOU!" part 2: The Sequel.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

World Down Syndrome Day

Tomorrow (which will be today in 20 minutes, but whatever), March 21st, is World Down Syndrome Day. My Dylan gets his own day! Well, okay, he has to share it with other people... but we can pretend it's Dylan's Day! :) So happy Dylan's Day tomorrow!!

But in all seriousness, my friend Kate is in the process of adopting two little girls from Ukraine through Reece's Rainbow. Both of the girls have Down syndrome. By age 4, if these children (or any of the special needs children at their orphanage) are not adopted, they are put in a mental institution. They are not welcome in society at all. If you're reading this, would you please consider giving a small, tax-deductible donation to help her raise funds to bring them home? I know I personally cannot stand the thought of sweet babies being in a mental institution simply because they have a bonus chromosome. Even if you only want to donate a dollar, as that one Jonas brother and that other chick would say (I watch embarrassing amounts of Disney Channel), if you throw a small pebble in the ocean, it can make huge waves!

And I shall leave you with a convo I had recently with little M:

Me: Can you PLEASE be patient?
Him: I'm TRYING. It's not WORKING!

I love that kid.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Center of my universe.


Here's my sweet little baby, all yellow before his trip to the hospital in February.

And here he is after!

I personally prefer the fleshy color better. :)

And who can resist little M taking a nap on the couch?

Finally, because it's my blog and I can, here's my ugly mug... I look like I should be a "before" picture for a Pro.activ commercial.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Another filler-post

yeah yeah. I'll upload the pics eventually.

Til then, do you want to know what I did with my evenings when I was on lockdown in the Ronald McDonald House? (Our RMH had a curfew of 10:30PM. That's when you had to be in the building and basically in your room. They shut the kitchen, made you turn off the tvs and computers, and discouraged you from sitting in the common areas and talking with other people... but you could do laundry all night long in one of the laundry rooms! woohoo!)

I read books.

I do that when I'm not on lockdown too.

Of course, I didn't bring myself any books to read, as I had just finished a couple of really good novels before I had the baby, and getting more books was on the to-do list that never got done because EMERGENCY C-SECTION!!! Luckily for me (kinda), they had themselves a little library (and by this, I mean, a couple of shelves of books people have donated over the years) in the common area near the ALL NIGHT LAUNDRY!! (another woohoo!), and I perused through those shelves over and over again. Here's what I came up with.

The Secret Life of Bees. By Sue Monk Kidd. Not a bad book... I got involved enough in the plot. A little juvenile for my liking, but it did the trick to get me to fall asleep at night. It was a tad bit descriptive... as in, less-is-more-on-describing-things-sometimes-so-chill-with-the-uber-descriptions,-lady. But it kept me company one night when, having a headache and not having good sense, I popped a couple of excedrine migraine pills and couldn't sleep because of the caffeine jitters.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. By Marc Haddon. I really liked this one. A little British boy on the autism spectrum's view of life. It was good and frustrating at the same time. I was able to waddle my way through British terms I'd never heard of, and that was actually kind of fun.

Angela's Ashes. By Frank McCourt. Admittedly, I did not finish this book. This was the last one I picked up before we got discharged from the hospital and reprieved from RMH jail. And I didn't have it in my heart to steal it from the Ronald McDonald House because I could only imagine God smiting me for it. But what I read of it, I liked. :)

Gifts: How Children with Down syndrome Have Enriched Our Lives. This is a collection of stories from parents with children with Down syndrome. And they're all pretty encouraging. Michael and I both read this one, in fact. We read it in Dylan's NICU room. We smiled at parts and teared up at others. We actually got this one from the Down Syndrome Association of Central Oklahoma's representative. (ooh, that reminds me, I'm supposed to email her! I keep forgetting. Thanks for reminding me, yall. :) )And I'm sorry, but HOW PRECIOUS IS THAT BABY ON THE COVER?!! I want to eat it all up!

Okay, okay, I will upload the pictures. They're not going to be fancy, like fancy photographer's photos anyway... just my kiddos. With a regular digital camera. But it doesn't make my kiddos any less beautiful or any less special. I think some people take glorifying blogs with fancy photos and awesome writing a little too far sometimes.

I shall leave you with the convo I had with little M earlier today:

Him: Okay, I'm going to the store! *picks up his Halloween basket. (yep, it's still out.)*
Me: Oh, okay... what are you going to get at the store?
Him: I'm getting groceries and monster trucks.
Me: Sounds good!
Him: Okay, have fun! Be good! I'll see you later! I'm going to the store!

Can I just say that I have the Cutest Kid In All Creation? :)

Monday, March 08, 2010

nugget of deliciousness and M's favorite things

I realize that blogs with little-to-no pictures are kinda boring, so until I get the time/energy/feel-like-it to upload pics from my camera, enjoy this little nugget of deliciousness from my phone.

This was D in the hospital last time.

D is still sickish with a yuck cough. But he felt better today than he did yesterday. You could just tell.

Here are a few of little M's favorite things:

The big guy is stuck on One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish right now as his Favorite Book. And even though I have read it 23409820492384098 times in the past few days, I still have favorite parts. There's "Look what we found in the park in the dark. We will take him home, we will call him Clark. He will live at our house. He will grow and grow. Will our mother like this? We don't know!"

And then "Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one. Everyday from here to there, funny things are everywhere."

It's so fun to watch him read the book to himself. Today I saw him, book in hand, upside down of course, and he was reading the page that says "This one has a little star. This one has a little car." And he got the words right because he's heard them 23409820492384098 times in the past few days. And it made my heart swell up, burst, and leak love juice everywhere, to be perfectly gross. :)

M simply ADORES this cartoon. I agree, it's rather funny and definitely tolerable as cartoons these days go, but it's more of a bigger kid humor. Like my former 3rd graders would probably love it. But so does my 2 year old.
*note that he doesn't get to watch junk tv... in fact, the bulk of his tv watching is on PBS. And yes, I let my 2 year old watch tv, thanks for asking! Did you know that he knows some vocabulary he would never otherwise know from watching the shows on PBS? And I don't know that he has ever actually sat through ANY show at all without getting up to run, play, grab a toy, or bug me while I'm doing the dishes. :)

The child has always been a huge fan of cars. If you know his daddy at all, you'd know why. You don't know how many Hot Wheels I've stepped on/kicked/tripped over in the past 2 years. But his new passion? MONSTER TRUCKS!! He especially loves lining up his cars a mile long and having Monster Trucks run over them!

Anywho, I promise real pictures will grace this blog eventually. :)

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

In "can't catch a break" news...

Dylan's sick. I don't know what's wrong, other than he has a really nasty cough, his cry sounds kind of hoarse, and he's pretty cranky. No fever or anything else yet, which I'm thankful for. What kills me is that we've done so well about keeping him away from people... we don't take him out on the town, we don't take him to people's houses, we make people come to us if they need/want to see us (and they MUST be well), and I do appointments and such over the phone. The places we haven't been able to avoid are doctor's offices, doctor's office waiting rooms, laboratories, laboratory waiting rooms, and hospitals. WHERE THE SICKEST PEOPLE ARE. So a fat lot of good sending big M to the store (and getting really weird results) and staying home with Dylan has done, when he most likely caught whatever he has in the place that's supposed to be for his well-being. Poor little fella. He and I have slept in the floor of his bedroom with the vaporizer near our heads for two nights now, and that helps a lot. Except it doesn't help my back, my hips, or my need to NOT sleep on the floor. He has his 2 month well-baby on Thursday, but I might call and see if the doctor wants to see him today instead.

Oh, and we've consented to the Synagis shot? Which is the shot to prevent RSV? And our part is $320. Because Dylan is going for the title of World's Cutest Million Dollar Baby, of course.