not this cute anymore!
Every day, an average of 600 made-up jokes are told in our house. About 599 of those jokes are simply terrible. Every once in a while, there's a great one. Today it was made-up by Zack.
The boys were putting on their white shirts and ties for church. Simon and I were getting ready for a nap in my bed. All three boys run into my bedroom giggling and Zack tells his joke:
Q: What guy loves to go to the bathroom?
A: Harry Potty.
A few hours later, he realized there was another possible answer to the question (Pee-Wee Herman) but I like the original best.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Save me, Simon!
Date:
This morning, Friday the 13th
Time:
9:30 am
Place:
our kitchen/living room area
Characters in action:
Ben on the couch cuddled up to a sleeping Simon
Mom peeling an orange in the kitchen, trying to clean up the breakfast mess
Luke and Zack wrestling on the floor
Luke has Zack in a headlock and Zack screams while his face is planted in the ground,
"SAVE ME, SIMON!
I'VE NEVER BEEN TO EUROPE!"
I literally peed my pants in the kitchen while trying not to laugh too hard
(it was just a little... thank goodness for maxi pads)
Many people have asked how Zack is coping with the new baby.
He is just his happy, normal, entertaining self.
And he is GINORMOUS.
Somehow he grew 17 inches overnight.
Zack is usually found making silly faces or taking pictures.
Sometimes doing both at the same time.
Here are a few of his photos.
( I'm noy including the 998 pictures of me nursing the baby :)
We love our Zacky, chocolate chip cookie face and all!
It warms my heart to know that Simon is already one of the gang.
Time:
9:30 am
Place:
our kitchen/living room area
Characters in action:
Ben on the couch cuddled up to a sleeping Simon
Mom peeling an orange in the kitchen, trying to clean up the breakfast mess
Luke and Zack wrestling on the floor
Luke has Zack in a headlock and Zack screams while his face is planted in the ground,
"SAVE ME, SIMON!
I'VE NEVER BEEN TO EUROPE!"
I literally peed my pants in the kitchen while trying not to laugh too hard
(it was just a little... thank goodness for maxi pads)
Many people have asked how Zack is coping with the new baby.
He is just his happy, normal, entertaining self.
And he is GINORMOUS.
Somehow he grew 17 inches overnight.
Zack is usually found making silly faces or taking pictures.
Sometimes doing both at the same time.
Here are a few of his photos.
( I'm noy including the 998 pictures of me nursing the baby :)
We love our Zacky, chocolate chip cookie face and all!
**PS
Luke and Ben have since informed me
that Zack stole the Europe line from one of their cartoons.
I figured as much (I don't think he even knows what EUROPE is)
but it was totally awesome, plagiarized or not.
Luke and Ben have since informed me
that Zack stole the Europe line from one of their cartoons.
I figured as much (I don't think he even knows what EUROPE is)
but it was totally awesome, plagiarized or not.
It warms my heart to know that Simon is already one of the gang.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
a post from the archives....
I happened to come across an old post a few days ago. Just a simple conversation before bedtime that I recorded. Since reading it again, I keep thinking back to that time. I literally get tears in my eyes just remembering how badly I wanted a baby. The feelings are still fresh. It's amazing to know that I was already pregnant. Probably 3 along weeks or so. Little did I know what was coming our way. My cup runneth over.
Title: babies... and dogs
Posted: March 12, 2009
last weekend, our family huddled around the computer and watched old home videos. most of them were of Zack as a little tyke. I cannot believe HOW CUTE he used to be!!! What happened??
we all cheered him on as he crawled up the stairs, emptied the tupperware drawer and laughed when he spit at the camera. After 20+ videos, I told the kids it was time for bed. As I tucked them in, Ben said, "I wish we had another baby now that Zack is big." I tried to fight back tears because that's my wish, too. (second to WORLD PEACE, of course.)
Then Ben asked Zack, "Don't you want to have a baby?"
Zack pulled a growl face and said, "NO! I am not a grill!"
Ben laughed and Luke clarified, "But don't you want Mom to have a baby?"
Zack sat there for a minute and then quietly said, "Um--- I just like dogs."
Title: babies... and dogs
Posted: March 12, 2009
last weekend, our family huddled around the computer and watched old home videos. most of them were of Zack as a little tyke. I cannot believe HOW CUTE he used to be!!! What happened??
we all cheered him on as he crawled up the stairs, emptied the tupperware drawer and laughed when he spit at the camera. After 20+ videos, I told the kids it was time for bed. As I tucked them in, Ben said, "I wish we had another baby now that Zack is big." I tried to fight back tears because that's my wish, too. (second to WORLD PEACE, of course.)
Then Ben asked Zack, "Don't you want to have a baby?"
Zack pulled a growl face and said, "NO! I am not a grill!"
Ben laughed and Luke clarified, "But don't you want Mom to have a baby?"
Zack sat there for a minute and then quietly said, "Um--- I just like dogs."
we may just have to settle for one.
but you better believe it will be a GIRL!
but you better believe it will be a GIRL!
a timeline of Simon's birth
November 7
4:00 am-- wake up to contractions. I'd been having them throughout the night, but now I was awake. no real pain, just steady contractions.
4:30 am-- out of bed. Can't lay down and take it any longer. pain level around 1-2.
5:00 am-- deep clean the kitchen. It was the only place in the house I wouldn't wake anyone.. and the only place in the house that needed a good cleaning.
8:00 am-- wake up the husband and tell him we're having a baby today. His response: "How do you know?" typical man.
8:30 am-- text my doula and midwife to give them an update. Steady contractions, 4-5 minutes apart. Pain level about a 3-4. All the pain is in my back. I stay in my bedroom from this point on. I was basically pacing the floor, dealing with each contraction as they came and watching The Devil Wears Prada in between. I had to re-wind the SAME chapter at least 5 times because I kept missing it during a contraction. funny.
9:30 am-- text Natalie.. (aka, my good friend and doula) with a change of plans. "I NEED YOU NOW!" Pain level about a 5... maybe 6. She immediately texted back "I am on my way."
9:35 am-- Natalie arrives. (a doula does what every husband should do but doesn't need to be told.) She gave Aaron a break. Aaron went downstairs to feed the kids breakfast.
10:00 am-- I fall asleep on my bed for about 10 minutes. Crazy that this happened considering how close together my contractions were... but Natalie had hot rags on my back and was putting pressure in all the right places. I relax and wake up to the baby turning! No more pressure in my back. No more posterior baby. This was a miracle in itself. I am still in awe it happened. I knew the minute I stood up that the baby had turned. And now labor was serious business.
11:00 am-- tell Natalie to call the midwife and let her know I am feeling a lot of pressure. I move to the bathroom and straddle the back of the toilet. I knew I was in transition phase. My pain level wasn't too bad (maybe a 7) but I was feeling a ton of pressure and I wanted to push.
11:20 am-- my midwife, Sherry, arrives. She checks to see how far along I am. This is the FIRST time my entire pregnancy I was checked. I loved not having a NUMBER to confuse me or stress me out. I wasn't surprised to hear her say that I was fully dilated. She could feel hair on the baby's head. Somewhere along the way, Tiffanie arrives, but I don't think I realized she was there for a while.
11:30 am-- I get in the bathtub. I waited to get in until I was in the worst pain possible. All along, I figured I would have a water birth, but I just couldn't get comfortable in the bath tub. I did NOT want to be on my back. No wonder my other labors were so hard on me! I was strapped to a bed and had to lay on my back... While in the transition phase, I got really hot. So the bathtub wasn't ideal anymore. Natalie switched from placing warm rags to ice cold rags on my forehead and neck. She also took out her own hair clips to pin mine back. Did I mention how much I love Natalie?
11:45 pm-- I move from the bathtub to the side of my bed. Aaron gets behind me and tries to prop me up while I push. But again, I didn't want to be on my back. Before I move, my midwife checks my water.. still intact. She says it will break on the next contraction or two, but I tell her to break it to see if it makes things easier. She does-- it sprayed her like a hose! Her shirt was completely wet. We all laugh and Aaron says something about how it could have been on a movie. (Too bad we didn't catch it on video!) She laughs and says she's glad she dressed up for the occasion. I was thoroughly enjoying the conversation (in between contractions, of course.)
12:00 pm-- Aaron was on the bed holding my hands. I had pillows propped on the bed and I was kneeling on the floor (facing the bed) during the pushing phase. My widwife, doula and nurse were behind me encouraging me during every contraction. Pushing was BY FAR the most difficult part of the entire process. [Not so with my other kids, but then again, I was drugged..] This was INTENSE and so flipping exhausting. Everyone kept telling me that he was almost here. After a while, I didn't believe them. And then I reached down and felt his head. He WAS almost here! The last three pushes almost did me in. Not as much pain as complete fatigue. I didn't know if I had anything left.
12:48 pm-- After 48 minutes (or so) of pushing, Simon arrives. When he was born, I picked him up (he was wrapped in a towel) and climbed up in my bed. Everyone was so awesome... they just followed me around and moved shop. You would NEVER guess that I had a baby on my bedroom floor. It was all cleaned up and spotless before my kids came up to see the baby. When the boys came up, the nurse kept saying how SHOCKED she was that three young kids were in the house the whole time. I basically have totally awesome kids.
1:00 pm-- I was FREEZING. My hair and tank top were wet from the bathtub, but I didn't realize how cold I was until after Simon was born. I stripped down and got into one of Aaron's hoodies. I warmed up quickly and was able to walk around without any problems. Aaron made me some toast and brought up a cold glass of orange juice. I was elated! My baby was gorgeous, my older boys were there to experience it (without seeing anything that would scar them for life) and I was HOME! It was the best feeling ever.
1:30 pm-- weighing the baby.. getting him dressed in his first pj's. We saved the bath for later. I made sure to take a picture of the "team" but I only got one... and my midwife's eyes are closed. Oh well.
2:00 pm-- an hour after delivery, Aaron looked around our bedroom and laughed while saying, "What just happened? That was so quick!" We had clean sheets on the bed, my bathroom was spotless, a load of laundry was going and everyone was headed home. My boys were all in bed with us begging to hold the baby. They brought in pillows from their beds and together we finished watching The Devil Wears Prada except no one really watched :)
3:00 pm-- Aaron took the kids to get some lunch. I was hungry and wanted Subway. He came home with yummy subs, three excited boys and gorgeous flowers. Ben let me know several times HOW MUCH the flowers cost! and I was worth every penny..
4:00 pm-- we texted and called our families. No one knew I was in labor. I knew how nervous the Grandparents were about me having a home delivery, so I decided not to freak them out. It was so much fun to call everyone and let them know he'd arrived safely.
6:00 pm-- we gave Simon his first bath, still in our bedroom.
8:00 pm-- Everyone was tired. The older boys got in their pajamas and crawled in bed with us. We read scriptures together and laughed at the baby's silly faces. Before the boys went to their bedroom, Ben said "I wish we could all sleep in here, but I know we can't." He was right. He also made several comments about how glad he was that I wasn't at the hospital. I didn't know that he would recognize how nice it was for all of us to be home.
9:00 pm-- Simon and I slept like there was no tomorrow! He woke up once around 2 am for a quick feeding. The next thing I knew, it was 9 am and I was feeling excited, energetic and so very blessed.
Here are a few random pictures of the big event. Most of them are dark because my bedroom was dark and cold-- just the way I like it! (The picture titles say what is going on.) There is no explanation for the shot of me with my hand on my chin except that I was SO exhausted that I couldn't even lift my head. I was not trying to GQ it :)
4:00 am-- wake up to contractions. I'd been having them throughout the night, but now I was awake. no real pain, just steady contractions.
4:30 am-- out of bed. Can't lay down and take it any longer. pain level around 1-2.
5:00 am-- deep clean the kitchen. It was the only place in the house I wouldn't wake anyone.. and the only place in the house that needed a good cleaning.
8:00 am-- wake up the husband and tell him we're having a baby today. His response: "How do you know?" typical man.
8:30 am-- text my doula and midwife to give them an update. Steady contractions, 4-5 minutes apart. Pain level about a 3-4. All the pain is in my back. I stay in my bedroom from this point on. I was basically pacing the floor, dealing with each contraction as they came and watching The Devil Wears Prada in between. I had to re-wind the SAME chapter at least 5 times because I kept missing it during a contraction. funny.
9:30 am-- text Natalie.. (aka, my good friend and doula) with a change of plans. "I NEED YOU NOW!" Pain level about a 5... maybe 6. She immediately texted back "I am on my way."
9:35 am-- Natalie arrives. (a doula does what every husband should do but doesn't need to be told.) She gave Aaron a break. Aaron went downstairs to feed the kids breakfast.
10:00 am-- I fall asleep on my bed for about 10 minutes. Crazy that this happened considering how close together my contractions were... but Natalie had hot rags on my back and was putting pressure in all the right places. I relax and wake up to the baby turning! No more pressure in my back. No more posterior baby. This was a miracle in itself. I am still in awe it happened. I knew the minute I stood up that the baby had turned. And now labor was serious business.
11:00 am-- tell Natalie to call the midwife and let her know I am feeling a lot of pressure. I move to the bathroom and straddle the back of the toilet. I knew I was in transition phase. My pain level wasn't too bad (maybe a 7) but I was feeling a ton of pressure and I wanted to push.
11:20 am-- my midwife, Sherry, arrives. She checks to see how far along I am. This is the FIRST time my entire pregnancy I was checked. I loved not having a NUMBER to confuse me or stress me out. I wasn't surprised to hear her say that I was fully dilated. She could feel hair on the baby's head. Somewhere along the way, Tiffanie arrives, but I don't think I realized she was there for a while.
11:30 am-- I get in the bathtub. I waited to get in until I was in the worst pain possible. All along, I figured I would have a water birth, but I just couldn't get comfortable in the bath tub. I did NOT want to be on my back. No wonder my other labors were so hard on me! I was strapped to a bed and had to lay on my back... While in the transition phase, I got really hot. So the bathtub wasn't ideal anymore. Natalie switched from placing warm rags to ice cold rags on my forehead and neck. She also took out her own hair clips to pin mine back. Did I mention how much I love Natalie?
11:45 pm-- I move from the bathtub to the side of my bed. Aaron gets behind me and tries to prop me up while I push. But again, I didn't want to be on my back. Before I move, my midwife checks my water.. still intact. She says it will break on the next contraction or two, but I tell her to break it to see if it makes things easier. She does-- it sprayed her like a hose! Her shirt was completely wet. We all laugh and Aaron says something about how it could have been on a movie. (Too bad we didn't catch it on video!) She laughs and says she's glad she dressed up for the occasion. I was thoroughly enjoying the conversation (in between contractions, of course.)
12:00 pm-- Aaron was on the bed holding my hands. I had pillows propped on the bed and I was kneeling on the floor (facing the bed) during the pushing phase. My widwife, doula and nurse were behind me encouraging me during every contraction. Pushing was BY FAR the most difficult part of the entire process. [Not so with my other kids, but then again, I was drugged..] This was INTENSE and so flipping exhausting. Everyone kept telling me that he was almost here. After a while, I didn't believe them. And then I reached down and felt his head. He WAS almost here! The last three pushes almost did me in. Not as much pain as complete fatigue. I didn't know if I had anything left.
12:48 pm-- After 48 minutes (or so) of pushing, Simon arrives. When he was born, I picked him up (he was wrapped in a towel) and climbed up in my bed. Everyone was so awesome... they just followed me around and moved shop. You would NEVER guess that I had a baby on my bedroom floor. It was all cleaned up and spotless before my kids came up to see the baby. When the boys came up, the nurse kept saying how SHOCKED she was that three young kids were in the house the whole time. I basically have totally awesome kids.
1:00 pm-- I was FREEZING. My hair and tank top were wet from the bathtub, but I didn't realize how cold I was until after Simon was born. I stripped down and got into one of Aaron's hoodies. I warmed up quickly and was able to walk around without any problems. Aaron made me some toast and brought up a cold glass of orange juice. I was elated! My baby was gorgeous, my older boys were there to experience it (without seeing anything that would scar them for life) and I was HOME! It was the best feeling ever.
1:30 pm-- weighing the baby.. getting him dressed in his first pj's. We saved the bath for later. I made sure to take a picture of the "team" but I only got one... and my midwife's eyes are closed. Oh well.
2:00 pm-- an hour after delivery, Aaron looked around our bedroom and laughed while saying, "What just happened? That was so quick!" We had clean sheets on the bed, my bathroom was spotless, a load of laundry was going and everyone was headed home. My boys were all in bed with us begging to hold the baby. They brought in pillows from their beds and together we finished watching The Devil Wears Prada except no one really watched :)
3:00 pm-- Aaron took the kids to get some lunch. I was hungry and wanted Subway. He came home with yummy subs, three excited boys and gorgeous flowers. Ben let me know several times HOW MUCH the flowers cost! and I was worth every penny..
4:00 pm-- we texted and called our families. No one knew I was in labor. I knew how nervous the Grandparents were about me having a home delivery, so I decided not to freak them out. It was so much fun to call everyone and let them know he'd arrived safely.
6:00 pm-- we gave Simon his first bath, still in our bedroom.
8:00 pm-- Everyone was tired. The older boys got in their pajamas and crawled in bed with us. We read scriptures together and laughed at the baby's silly faces. Before the boys went to their bedroom, Ben said "I wish we could all sleep in here, but I know we can't." He was right. He also made several comments about how glad he was that I wasn't at the hospital. I didn't know that he would recognize how nice it was for all of us to be home.
9:00 pm-- Simon and I slept like there was no tomorrow! He woke up once around 2 am for a quick feeding. The next thing I knew, it was 9 am and I was feeling excited, energetic and so very blessed.
Here are a few random pictures of the big event. Most of them are dark because my bedroom was dark and cold-- just the way I like it! (The picture titles say what is going on.) There is no explanation for the shot of me with my hand on my chin except that I was SO exhausted that I couldn't even lift my head. I was not trying to GQ it :)
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