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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Backyard graffiti and other important things



Say what you will...I live with a talented crew.
This smile lights up my world.

H tried solids for the first time the day after his 4 month birthday. His first meal was avocado. He is not quite as enthusiastic about food as sister was/is.
I'm constantly finding random little treasures hidden all over the place. It makes me laugh.




Speaking of four months, this is H at three months.

And this is four months. Fastest four months of my life I tell you. I'm doing a terrible job keeping up with the stats. All I can tell you is that he was 12 pounds at 2 months, has been rolling over from his back to his stomach since three months, and drools like it's his job!
This weekend we went to my school/our church's fall fair. D and Juliet had a great time. There was nothing fall about the weather though. It was hot. I love going to school functions like this as my students past and present love to see and play with my babies.

H got in on the action, too.

A few weekends ago, the weather was super nice and perfect for the food truck roundup at Parc Lafayette.
Brother made his first Rhythms on the River.
And these two wore themselves slap out dancing.


Around these parts, we say yes to ruffles. They kill me with their cuteness, and so does she.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Hodge Podge

At this point, I am so far behind in documenting that a hodge podge of pictures in no particular order will have to do.
A few weekends ago, we trekked to Monroe to take care of a few things, and D had a great time digging through Mammy's jewelry with JoJo. She is just like me...loves her grandmother and loves her jewels.
 
After thoroughly pulling every single play thing and non-play thing out, she settled in to watch a little Baby Mozart with brother.



Brother's first day of school. My sister says we should paint his hair pink and stick a jewel in his belly button because he looks like a troll. Bless his heart. The cutest troll I've ever seen for sure. Double bless his heart that he has to suffer through all of sister's pink hand me downs.
This was his two month picture I never got around to posting.
Say what you will about her..she is not one to under accessorize.

I found myself unintentionally drinking some blue colored water today. In case you were wondering, the coloring came from play dough a certain turkey sneakily put in my water bottle.

This little turkey has a preference for tummy time. In fact, he has already made it his sleep position of choice forcing us to retire the swaddle. D was 6 months old before we stopped swaddling her.


B introduced D to Motley Crue, and she can now identify their songs. We capitalized on her sudden interest in rock and roll on our way to Monroe and enjoyed the break from her nursery rhyme songs.
D is a lucky tot- she met Princess Ariel at a birthday party a few weeks ago. Side note- I used to imagine I would marry Prince Eric from Little Mermaid and we would be Eric and Erica. Lame, I know!

SEVERAL weeks ago we took D and H to New Orleans to visit with Uncle Chris, Aunt Mary and Lillian at Audubon Zoo. It was a complete hot mess of a day to be at the zoo as it rained the entire time, but we just pulled out the umbrellas and made the best of it.


4th of July weekend...D thinks the American flag is called the 4th of July. She also says her birthday is Hobby Lobby instead of February. :)
 
Poor brother. I originally intended for this post to be an update on him, but sister kind of stole the show. C'est la vie.

A sweet day

This sweet little guy was baptized a few weeks ago on August 23rd at our church here in Lafayette. He wore the treasured gown made by a family friend from my wedding dress for D's baptism. We toyed with the idea of having him baptized at the church where we were married and where D was baptized in Monroe, but it was nice to have it at the church that has been such a big part of our lives for the past two years. 
Our sweet friends, the McAlisters, are his godparents.


The whole crew was able to make it for the baptism, which made it even more special. Even Michael was back from Australia and South Africa just in time!













After the ceremony, we had a little get together at our house to celebrate. I just have to brag on these flowers for a second- they lasted a full two weeks after the baptism, and still looked fairly good for three. I actually still haven't thrown them out yet, but it is time!

I really wanted to use my new treasures, these mint julep cups, but I actually do not care much for mint juleps. So we used them for a champagne punch instead.
And we had party sandwiches (so so good), an artichoke dip, my favorite brie bites, and yummy petit fours for treats.
Altogether, it was a beautiful day spent celebrating our sweet H with most of our favorite people!

This is happening


Does anyone else ever google themselves? Sometimes I do just to make sure there isn't something weird connected to my name. I think it's a smart practice in this digital age, especially since a picture of me fishing a ring out of the toilet for my bff in high school somehow popped up when I googled b's name. These days my name is pretty clean, and most of the search results are actually mine given our unique last name. This is a long roundabout way of explaining that after a quick name google, I found myself spending a few hours reading through my blog. I got all the way to d's two month post before I had to force myself to stop and clean up a bit around these parts. I really do love this old blog. It is well and truly my scrapbook. Some people might think it's over sharing, but I am my little family's historian and it's the only method of recording history that I find consistently works. 

And that was a long roundabout way of saying that I really need to update! So this is what is happening around here:


Exciting times these are. And surprisingly enough, after two weeks, d is about 98% potty trained. She now goes to school in big girl panties and does all her business in the potty. I was really dreading this rite of passage of raising a toddler, but it turned out to be a cinch. I was really kind of hoping she would just eventually potty train herself. She didn't do that, but M&ms WERE instrumental in the process. Say what you will about her- that girl will do a lot for three M&Ms. 

So now we've got one down and one to go with the diapers. 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The world according to D

This is a collage, or goolage, d made yesterday. I got the idea of using magazine clippings and glue sticks to keep toddlers busy from another blog, and it's been a pretty good tactic. D thinks the lady on the left is JoJo, and she thinks the man on the right is her dad. 

Here are some other people she thinks are her dad...

(Hehehe)

I suppose JoJo and B should be flattered, because these are people she thinks are "mom"..

Hmm...

Friday, July 4, 2014

Funny D


This funny little turkey made me giggle last night. After we said her "Now I lay me prayer," I heard her continue her prayers in a whisper saying "Thank you for mom, thank you for Dad, thank you for the brother, thank you for the tv, thank you for cheese. Now I know my ABCs, next time won't you sing with me. Amen."  :) :)


Sunday, June 29, 2014

Welcome, baby brother

The last time I posted, it was a from a quiet 2 in the morning labor and delivery room as I awaited baby brother's arrival sleeplessly while my dear husband snoozed on the "couch". The day before was my first day of summer in-service at school, a week I wasn't sure I would be present for, and B had to be in New Orleans for work all day. As soon as he left, I started having what I was pretty sure was contractions every five minutes, and they lasted all day. This made reviewing data and planning assessments a little challenging as I was distracted by timing them. I told B not to linger in New Orleans but not to rush home. I told my sister and mom that we probably weren't going to make it to Friday so they should just have their bags packed and ready, but I would not have guessed that we would barely make it through the night. 

It wasn't long after I let the babysitter go home that I had to text her back and ask her if she could be "on call" for the night as I was pretty sure we would be going to the hospital and none of my family was in town. I spent the evening piddling, putting away diapers, dusting furniture, cleaning bottles, washing my hair, and timing contractions. I made the unfortunate mistake of just eating cereal and ice cream for dinner. My mom decided to just come down, but she wouldn't arrive until close to midnight. Near 11, after I had already called off the babysitter since my mom was coming, I just had the sense that I needed to go ahead and go to the hospital. B stayed home with D, and I headed to the hospital, which is luckily not even five minutes from my house. 

After an hour in triage, I was admitted to L&D. Contractions continued at 3-5 minutes apart with slightly more intensity, but nothing to complain too much about. More than anything, they were irritating because they woke me up at the very moment I drifted to sleep, which is why I ended up blogging instead of sleeping as I should have! Having been induced with D, I really did not know what to expect, so I tried to delay an epidural as long as possible. This was another unfortunate mistake, because even though I wasn't in that much pain, I was very tired! At around 7 a.m. and 7 cm,  the nurse advised that I go ahead and get an epidural if I wanted one, so I did. 

My doctor checked me at 8 and decided it would be time to start pushing after she ran over to her office and came back. And just like that, after four pushes, baby brother made his calm entrance into the world at 9:05 a.m. His whole birth was so calm from the quiet room and minimal people present (with the exception of a tag along high school student who was part of a summer medical program- the mortification never ends) to his little observant first look at the world before making his requisite cry.



The next several hours were quite a blur due to a tornado warning and my sleepless exhaustion. When we finally got to a recovery room, we only had a few short hours with him before he had to be taken to the NICU because of his blood sugar levels and some other elevated levels. I'll make a long story short and say that, though we had to spend some time in the NICU which is never ideal, we were extremely thankful that our issues were as minor as they were. We also really enjoyed the nurses we met, and besides having to trek back and forth every three hours, we had a really positive NICU experience. Out of the whole birth experience, there were a few things that were slightly disappointing. I didn't get to take a final picture before going into the hospital, we had no family around until much later, and because of the NICU curveball, H didn't get to take the newborn hospital pictures. All very minor things as there will be many more precious pictures and family moments, but still a little sad to me.






He was finally discharged on Sunday. We were so excited and nervous at the same time to introduce him to D. We had no idea how she would respond, but she was very welcoming and excited to meet him. She was so thrilled that she threw his lovies at him with great joy and did a sweet little dance for him.



Our first family of four picture.
H and JoJo
H's first Mass. We thought we were being careful and conservative by going to the 5:30 Saturday Mass, but as it turns out, it was a celebratory Mass for a newly ordained local priest. Definitely not the best time to try flexing our muscles as new parents of two, even in the cry room!

First stroll around the neighborhood.






























First dinner out.






I love chest cuddles.




























 And finally, we spend a lot of time with the Baby K'tan, a much more simplistic version of the Moby wrap.