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June 30, 2013

Hudson is 8 weeks old

Two months has passed since Hudson was born! Yikes! This means I return to work in 2 weeks and although the income will be fantastic, the day care bill for two children will not! Oh well, I know how fantastic day care is and so it's worth the money!

 

He smiles all the time and seems happy - he lays on his play mat and you can hear him coo and let out little laughs and hit the toys dangling above him. He might have a dimple on his right cheek! He grunts a lot less, but does grunt as he is beginning to wake up. 

He is starting to sleep through the night, or go at least 8 hours without needing food. For example, the one day he slept from 8:30pm until 5:00am. But then he might go two days and wake up in the middle of the night. Otherwise he's eating every 3-4 hours.

I called the doctor for the first time when he hadn't pooped in 7 days. I was instructed to massage his...ahem...anus when changing his diaper, give him a nice warm bath and when that didn't work, to encourage movement with what I call the "thermometer tickle." A few of these tickles and things began to move, and he had a nice full diaper! And he seemed much happier! 

It's been warmer so I'm putting him in 0-3 month onesies that fit well and he still fits into a size 1 diaper just fine. At his 2 month well check he weighed 11 pounds 1 ounce and was 23 inches long. He loves to take baths in the bathtub with the water covering a lot of his body, he barely cries and moves and kicks a lot while in the tub. His hair is still light brown and doesn't seem to be thinning at all, his eyes are still blue.  

Lately he hasn't been all that great in the car! Our trip usually begins or ends with screaming but thankfully doesn't last forever. Rachel usually sings him a song loudly while I am driving. It begins with "Baa, baa, black sheep" and moves onto "Row, Row, Row your boat." 

June 20, 2013

Strawberry Patch 2013

I learned quickly after having one child that I cannot wait for my husband to do things with us. If he is out of town, I just have to do things without him because in this case, strawberry picking, when he returns, the berries may no longer be in season. Of course I would much rather he be with us, not only to help us out, but to also enjoy making memories and traditions with our children.

This year my husband was out of town for strawberry picking, as he was last year as well, but the difference between this year and last year, was that I was hauling two children to the strawberry patch. And I did it.

Hudson was in the baby carrier and Rachel walked with me. We hung on tight while on the wagon and picked 6.5 lbs of berries, about half of what we normally pick, or have picked in the past, but wearing a child means you can only pick one handed and the other child was doing the potty dance so I figured we'd get out of the patch before she had an accident. While waiting in line to pay (after using the potty) I impulsively purchased an $18 pre-picked box of berries. The woman said there were 5.5 quarts in there. I had no idea how much that was so I purchased the box thinking 6.5 pounds was not nearly enough.

Well....that was plenty! Plenty enough to make four batches of freezer jam, two pans of strawberry pretzel jello, enjoy lots of fresh berries and have waffles and strawberries for breakfast. 

Rachel loved helping me make jam. She mashed up the berries, helped me count and measure sugar for the jam, and got the containers ready and set out to fill. But her FAVORITE part of helping me in the kitchen is licking the spoon (or bowl). 

Also, I was NOT the only crazy mother with an infant! I actually saw another woman with a baby wrapped in a moby, and I am guessing she was about 3 or 4 months old and there was another mom with an infant, possibly younger than Hudson in a car seat! So I wasn't the only person people were staring at! 

Last year we didn't get a photo of Rachel with the sign because it was raining and we were seeking refuge in the are of the petting zoo before the wagon picked us up and took us to the fields where we picked huddled under an umbrella. This year I almost peed my pants when she ran behind it and stepped on the stool for her photo. I can't wait until next year to see how much more of her head you can see!

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 18, 2013

Father's Day 2013

My husband's first father's day with two children!

A few weeks before his special day, I took both kids to the local ceramic store to make a present for him. I L O V E hand print items but prefer them to be two dimensional so I can scrapbook them rather than feel like I have to keep the item FOREVER because it contains my child's hand print. Because you know you can't sell that stuff at a garage sale. So this might be a one time thing, because I'm "that mom" that doesn't want all that crap in my cupboard. Anyhow, we were the only ones in the studio, so that was nice and Hudson did fairly well, I fed him while Rachel and I sung songs to him and waited for each coat of glaze to dry. The employee at the store helped me put Rachel's hand print and Hudson's footprint on the mug. 

We picked out a mug that was called an ice cream mug. It fits a container of Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream perfectly. But we really got it for him to dunk his peanut butter and jelly toast into, because that's what he does, he makes a big cup of hot chocolate in the winter and dunks his toast into it. Something his daughter is now picking up and shares with him when he has it. A delicacy he has named "concoction."

On Father's Day, when my husband returned home from his annual racing trip in Kentucky, we opened gifts and ate dinner on the deck. The following week we brought home the present Rachel made for her dad at school. Her dad was out of town when I brought it home and I wanted SO MUCH to open it and see what it was and then re-wrap it, but I kept it as-is. I asked her what was inside and she said, "baseballs and footballs" but would not elaborate any more. She enjoyed helping him open his presents.

 

Here is the jar she made at school. The top says "I love you to pieces" and inside are reeces pieces! The football, baseball and basketball are made of her fingerprints. 

 

 

 

 

June 11, 2013

90 Years Young

My grandma turned 90 years old. Recently she just was moved into an assisted care living home, but up until then she was living on her own in the house. We visited her on her special day. She was full of tears of joy and we all had a great time celebrating with her.

You would think after knowing her for 34 years, I would know almost everything about her, but I learned something new this year, I learned her favorite color is purple. I would think it was blue, because as I kid I remember her house having a lot of blue in it. Perhaps that was her second favorite color, and my grandpa wouldn't allow her to paint anything purple, so she went with blue. 

It was great to see her on her birthday. The last time I saw her was Easter and she had given up on doing her hair or having it done so she was changing a lot from what I remember her always looking like. When we went to see her at her new place, she had her hair and nails done and she looked just like grandma again. 

Here she is with her three children, one of them is my dad. 

 

 Rachel had fun since she was the only "kid" she helped her great-grandma open presents. What on earth do you get a 90 year old? Well, I went with a photo book and some other gifts she got were chocolates, flowers, a sweater, some sweatshirts and a gift certificate to get her hair done.

We were all admiring Rachel's polished nails and grandma's polished nails. Party nails we call them!

 

June 05, 2013

Winter Baby vs Spring Baby

I had a baby in December and I had a baby in April and I've noticed that I am comparing the timing of those babies almost every day so I thought I'd share my thoughts with you. 

A winter baby means you don't worry about: keeping your baby in the shade because of the intense sunshine; keeping your baby covered because of mosquitos. It means you don't sweat or have sweaty boobs while nursing. Your swaddled baby isn't sweating in the winter.

A spring baby means you don't have to worry much about illness as much as a winter baby.

I do find it perfect that my first child was a winter baby, because I was able to spend lots of time indoors snuggling with her and venturing out wasn't that hard or bad with a car sitting in a heated garage and a fleece car seat cover. The only "illness" that made it into our house was from us, not another sibling. I can see a winter second child as not very desirable because of the first child bringing home germs especially if they are in school or day care. 

I also find it perfect that my second child was a spring baby, allowing my first baby (or toddler) to be outside a lot while I am home on maternity leave. It's quite peaceful during the day at my house and nursing on our covered deck while watching my toddler play with her imaginary friends in her backyard is quite comical. We also enjoy having lunch and snacks on the deck during the day. 

And now, a photo to hold you over since I've been slacking (and I am aware of this!)