Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Six months!

Can you believe it? Can you?! Because I CAN'T! My baby is half of a year old. SIX MONTHS!

What have you been up to?

*You are getting so big and rolly... we just love the chunkiness on your thighs and arms... and even the chub-roll on your knees! :) You haven't been weighed for a while... you should get weighed at your well-baby appointment (that I still haven't made. Your mommy is a procrastinator!)

*You wear 3-6 month clothes, but you're transitioning into 6-9 month clothes nicely.

*You wear a size 2 diaper. You didn't make it through all the size newborns, 1s, and 1-2s that people gave us at your baby showers, but you have a sweet new cousin named Sophia who is due any day now, and she will inherit all of your unused diapys. :)

*You roll around like the wind blows... you seem to get where you want to go, but you haven't figure out that when you roll on your tummy, if you roll to your back the same way you came, you kind of cancel out any movement you made. lol.. still, it's adorable to watch you flip-flop.

*And man, oh man, do you have a thing for kicking these days!! I think if you could spend your waking hours with nothing else to do except kicking those legs furiously, you'd be happy as a clam!

*You've finally, FINALLY found your feet! Your OT will be so proud! She's been wanting you to find your feet so you can strengthen your core area!

*You're starting to grab toys and bring them to your mouth!

*We still haven't started you on any solid foods... you just seem so content with the boobie-milk.

*You are becoming a babbler!! You like to "talk" to Mommy, and it seems like you're truly trying to tell me a story. It's mostly one or two noises you're making, but bygolly you're saying SOMETHING! :)

*Your funniest milestone this month has been the blowing raspberries thing. So stinking cute!

*I've been so blessed to stay home with you and get to know your every single move, not to mention being available for every single appointment you've had so far. I pray that I get to be home with you, at least until you're finished with the early intervention program and graduate on to school. We shall see what happens... Mommy and Daddy are still weighing the pros and cons of going to work vs. staying home... Daddy wants me to be home with you! And your ornery big brother, of course!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Some Super Sweetness, and some rambly randomness.

Here is Dylan, demonstrating things he loves most: Pointing, Eating his fist, and telling mommy what-for!


1) I seriously, seriously hate heartburn. I could eat nothing but crackers and drink nothing but water and STILL get heartburn, I think! But when I'm pregnant? Almost NO heartburn. Whatsoever. Maybe I should just stay pregnant a la Duggar Woman to stave off heartburn?

2) Little M is currently wearing a pair of underwear, but I'm not holding my breath for all day good results. The other day, he was wearing a nice pair of Lightning McQueen underpants. I told him not to use the bathroom on Lightning McQueen because that'd make McQueen cry. Apparently, who cares about LM's feelings? Because about 15 minutes after his 230498th (prompted) trip to the potty, my son pooped right on him. Don't worry, though, he took his underpants off and let it fall right on the floor! *sigh*

3) I've been having lots of random flashbacks to when Dylan was born and the month of NICUness that followed. Just little, random moments that weren't even significant, but I had apparently filed away in my noggin anyway. Like right before they took me back for the c-section, the LD nurse said "I'm going to give you a medicine that is most likely going to make you anxious. So when you start telling me that you just want to go home, I'm going to ignore you." lol.... that nurse? Looked EXACTLY like Christine Taylor. You know, Ben Stiller's wife. (Side note:I just tried to Google Image a picture of her, and almost gave my computer a virus. Random.) And like when I had my final meeting with the lactation consultant, I did something wrong while she was helping me get him latched, and she made some joke like "are you SURE you should take him home with you?" which I KNEW was a joke, but I still almost cried anyway because I WAS overwhelmed and scared to do stuff wrong once I got home. She was super nice and super dedicated to her job, and I knew then and still know now that she meant no harm by that comment.

3a)Certain smells remind me of our RMH prison. Like the lotion I use. Certain songs remind me of being locked down in our room with nothing to do but to listen to the radio. We listened to Delilah every night. Michael Buble's "Haven't Met You Yet" was, like, her FAVORITE song to play, I think. That, and Journey's "Don't Stop Believing." When I hear those songs now, I'm stuck back on that twin-sized "sleep number" bed, where the "sleep number" feature was broken, reading books I lifted from their library, pumping every 3 seconds (it seemed), and missing both of my babies so much it was physically hurting.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Daddy's day

I remember the moment my husband became a father. Well, I mean, my husband was a father for 41 weeks prior to that moment, but the moment my son was born is the moment I'm referring to. I was in labor for what felt like 2340928320498 hours, only to end up in the operating room, listening to my doctor talk about Kevin Costner movies and how Brinks home security was at his house and he was still stuck at the hospital. (That, my friends, was a playful guilt trip because he wasn't even on call that evening, but my doctor knew I was scared of doctors, so he wanted to stay with me and deliver my son... too bad he didn't realize that my son didn't wanna come out, and was not delivered until 10:08PM!) Anyway, all of that to say... I remember when my husband became a father.

Me: Is he okay? **baby starts crying**
Him: Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh...**Entire face lights up and tears stream down***
Me: What does he look like?
Him: I don't know.. he's purple, and he has a cone head!


Almost 3 years later, my son is no longer purple, nor does he have a cone head, but my husband's face still lights up when he sees his children in the same way it did in that first moment that he became a father.

Happy Father's day, big M. Your children are so blessed to have you as their Daddy.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Can I get an AMEN from the boobie choir?

***DISCLAIMER*** I am, in no way, bashing folks who choose not to breastfeed (or cannot breastfeed) their babies. I did not breastfeed my oldest son, and he turned out more than just fine, thank ya. I am, however, taking up for those of us who DO breastfeed and get flack for it. As mommies, we get glares and stares for breastfeeding AND for giving the baby the bottle. Naysayers on both side of the fence, when shouldn't we be supporting each other as mothers and women?! Oh, and how many of us have breastfed in public to the tune of people tsk-tsk'ing or mumbling under their breath or DOWNRIGHT GETTING IN OUR BUSINESS and saying something.... but those same people would give us those same dirty looks or those same ugly comments if we just let our kid scream instead of feeding them!! Mmmhmm.

So... Kim Kardashian tweeted yesterday about being disgusted that a woman breastfed her baby at a restaurant in which Kim was dining WITHOUT A COVER*gasp*.... Um, yeeeeah... Kim Kardashian, ON A DAILY BASIS, shows more boob than this breastfeeding mommy could have POSSIBLY shown!!! Can I get you a big dose of "mind your own business and don't watch if you don't like it", Miss Kardashian? I mean, I know you think of boobs as lust objects, but sheesh.

THIS blogger says it better than I ever could.

Friday, June 18, 2010

I guess this is what they call a "stream of consciousness?"

1) I know I should update more, but I can't think of anything clever to write.

2) The boys are doing well. They're growing and doing and saying funny things. Well, the big one says funny things. The little one only does funny things. For instance, the little one has learned how to blow raspberries. And it's rather funny and cute. The biggest one's newest obsessive thing is to put the word NOW behind everything in a very dramatic, sing-y fashion... "I'm full NOOOWWWWWWW." "It's all clean NOOOWWWWWW." "My show is over NOOOOWWWWWW."

3) I know he's said some really funny things, but I can't clear my brain enough to think of them at this moment.

4) I read The Lovely Bones this week. And then I watched the movie. The book was pretty good, albeit a tad wordy in parts (I still stand firm on LESS IS MORE when describing stuff sometimes, people). But the movie was... eh.

5) Dylan's due for his second hearing test and his eye exam pretty shortly. I'm not worried about either one. I don't understand why he would be considered high risk for losing his hearing simply because he was in a "level II or III nursery for more than 24 hours." Anybody care to explain that to me?

6) I don't know if we're going to survive financially if I don't go back to work. But I don't know what to do with my kiddos if I do have to go back, and I don't see myself being terribly focused on work with Dylan in someone else's care, especially since he doesn't feel the need to eat for anybody but our close family members. And paying for daycare in one fashion or another is going to be tres expensive. So... eh, we'll just see.

7) I had other stuff written here, and Blogger decided it would be so much fun to erase it all. *sigh*

8) I went out for ice cream with my friend Bonnie, who is an audiologist and a speech pathologist (I think... I don't know the right terminology... but anyway, she's got her doctorate and she's also in the National Guard and she's also a grandma even though she looks super duper young. So all of those things = she's way cooler than I am.) Anyway, she feels like Dylan is doing good things on his path to speech and language! He puts his hands in his mouth, which she says is the first critical step to language (oral awareness). His tongue doesn't protrude much, and he has good control over it. He latches to both the breast and a bottle. And he is starting to make plenty of sounds with his voice. This news from her is very encouraging (she's so cute, she can't help but diagnose folks, even off the clock. Even in Braum's. lol). She's a no-nonsense, no-beat-around-the-bush type of lady (which I love about her), so I don't think she'd just fluff things up because we're friends. I think she'd give it to me straight either way.

9) I've heard rumor that Dylan's OT will be moving soon, since her husband is military. This makes me sad, because I don't want to get used to someone else! And even though D's OT is this tall, thin, blonde bombshell that I would normally hate just because she's so much hotter than I am, she's so nice that I can't even hate her! And I've gotten used to having her in my house. I don't wanna get used to... oh, I already said that. Sorry.

10) I can't remember what else I said before Blogger ate my post. SO I guess that's about all I have to say. :)

Thursday, June 10, 2010


The boys are both napping,(oh, the blessed both-boy-napping-at-the-same-time moments. Hardly ever happens.) and I need to do dishes and fold laundry, but FIRST! My boys.

Big M and I have been taking the boys out for walks in the evenings, when the sun isn't quite as hot. Oklahoma chose to skip Spring this year, so we went straight from being frozen to melting, so we only do a teensy amount of outside play during the hot part of the day. We save it for when Daddy gets home, after we've had our dinner. Awesome way to get the big one to wind down and go to bed at a normalish time.

Little M is in love with his tricycle.

Dylan is a fan of riding in his stroller, but he is NOT a fan of that stroller stopping for ANY REASON. Which is why the only picture of him on our walks is from my position as stroller-pusher.

And, because I love you all, here's a bonus picture. :)

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Amy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day


1) My darling 2-year-old was snooping through my jewelry box on my dresser. This is not uncommon, as he is just the perfect height to open the bottom drawer of the jewelry box over and over, and he takes full advantage of this, despite getting a talking-to each and every time (that he's caught. Let's face it, he has free time when his mommy is feeding his brother, and I know he hasn't been caught every single time he's done it. But I digress.) Somehow, he knocked into this glass fishbowl I keep on my dresser where we keep our spare change (because we're very southern in that way... Heaven forbid we get an actual bank of some sort. We had a fish, it met its maker, we used the bowl for change. Right, off topic again. Sorry..) Well, he must have hit that fishbowl juuuuust right, because it came tumbling off my dresser, and it shattered in a million pieces. Maybe a TRILLION pieces. A BASKILLION PIECES. It was A.Lot.Of.Pieces. I saw it all go down.. it felt like it was happening in slooooow motion. Don't worry, my son jumped out of the way just in time, thank God. Not a scratch on the lad. It took me an hour to pick up all of the baskillion big and small pieces. Not to mention all of the change that had to find a new home in a box. The pieces of glass found THEIR home in a bucket thing.

2) You think that story's over? Not quite. When I turned around to put lotion on my hands and walk out of the bedroom? I stepped right in that bucket. I know how dumb that sounds. Geez, Amy, how do you NOT see a friggin BUCKET in front of you?! But I stepped right inside of the bucket. And cut my big toe pretty badly. I bled through four bandages (2 big, 2 small), so I ended up with 6 bandages on my toe at one time.

3) Our computer got some weird virus where it wouldn't let us do a SINGLE THING online. It wouldn't let our virus protection work, etc. My first thought was MY PICTURES! I HAVEN'T PRINTED PICTURES IN 203498 YEARS! THEY'LL BE GONE FOREVERRR..Everr..ever... (that's my echo effect). But I restarted the computer in safe mode, was able to run my virus scan, and then did a system restore. And if the virus isn't gone, it's at least letting us do stuff online again, so whatev.

4) All of this happened before noon yesterday. We then went to El Chico for lunch, where the smart staff decided that my 2-year-old needed a grown up's glass of lemonade... but oh, they put a flimsy lid on it, so it's secure. Ha! I saw this spill coming a mile away. Before I could even get my own drink out of the wingspan of a 2-year-old, he grabbed the glass and spilled the entire thing into his lap.

It was at this point when I declared yesterday our bad luck day, but I was determined that it wasn't going to bring us down. Some days are just like that (even in Australia [ha! clever playback to the title of the post!]), and I knew that things could be so much worse. Once I decided that, things got much better. We had a wonderful day together as a family, my throbbing toe and all.

Take THAT, whatever force was trying to dampen our day!

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Nine years...

I don't remember what day it was
I didn't notice what time it was
All I know is that I fell in love with you
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Every day's a new day in love with you
With each day comes a new way of loving you
Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wonder
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Oh I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow

Oh I love you more today than yesterday
But darling not as much as tomorrow


Today, nine years ago, I started dating my darling husband. Every single day, our relationship has evolved into something deeper...something more meaningful. We have been through so much together. Thank you for a beautiful 9 years so far, my wonderful husband. Here's to 99 more. :)

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

What a wonderful world....

I see skies of blue

clouds of white

Bright blessed days

dark sacred nights

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world...

I remember sitting in 8th grade English class, listening to that song. My teacher wanted us to really listen to the lyrics. I was a 13 year old cynic, and I protested out loud about how the world isn't THAT wonderful, what with all the pollution, crime, and natural disasters that happen. My teacher, ever the optimist, wanted me to look PAST all of that and see the beautiful things about our lives and our country and our world. I just couldn't SEE the beautiful things then.

Oh, I can see them now.

And that sweet, optimistic teacher of mine? Well, her family is about to go through a really rough, trying time. Her daughter, who is only 29 and just had a baby a few months ago, has been diagnosed with stage-4 adenocarcinoma, which originated in her lungs. And you know what? I bet, even with Meghan going through aggressive chemotherapy treatments and the fear of losing her very life, that family will STILL think to themselves, "What a wonderful world." They're just filled with God that way. :)

I'm blessed to have been touched by this family.

If you're the praying type, please pray for this girl (it's hard for me to admit that she's now a woman, because in my mind, people I knew when they were little are ALWAYS little...saves me from feeling old. :). Here is her caringbridge site, if you would like to keep up with her journey.