I had a work trip to Minneapolis this week and here are some highlights:
- lots and lots of snow (seriously??? It's spring! How can people live this way?)
- calling home and asking Clyde what was on his shirt and his response "puffah fish"
- the lady at Chipotle who asked me "What are you having?" To which I responded "A chicken burrito" when all she wanted to know was if I was having a boy or a girl
- related to this, the man who ran up to me in the street yelling "Girl! You look like you 'bout to pop! I'm not a gynecologist but I can catch it!"
- watching planes depart on snowy runways and heavily falling snow. Coming from the land of "We don't go outside if a single snow flurry has been spotted," I had no idea this was even possible.
- thereafter sitting on the plane for 3 hours (THREE HOURS) before finally taking off. not fun!
Baby Girl sure has had some last minute in-womb adventures. Snow, plane ride, and lots (lots) of stares.
Needless to say, I am happy to be home where it is sunny and in the 70s, and not 30 degrees.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Still here
When your husband leaves for 3 days and 3 nights and you are 7 months pregnant with an almost 2-year old who has more energy and willpower than you can handle on your own, and a mountain of work to do, what do you do? You call your parents to come spend those days and nights with you and the little man, and then you go and sit at Starbucks with a decaf latte and a cookie, take a deep breath, and get caught up on that pile of work that keeps getting bigger catch up on a seemingly abandoned blog.
Oh hello!
Yes, 30 weeks and counting. Baby Girl will be here in May. She is still nameless as there are no good girl names out there. None. So it seems. At least none that we can agree on. With Baby #1, whose gender we didn't find out until his birth, we had a girl name ready to go along with his name, but that one is now a no-go. Neither of us were particular enamored with the name to begin with, and now that we know for sure we need a girl name, we have pretty much knocked it off the list. The name we playfully tossed around before I was ever pregnant, Jennie Anne, has also been ditched. We do have a few names that we're tossing around as possibilities, but the fact that I like one one day and then don't the next day is not very encouraging. No good girl names. None. We'll figure it out though. I refuse to have a Baby-No-Name at the hospital, and also don't much believe in "waiting to see what the baby looks like" to pick a name, so we'll figure something out. Something. Something strong and beautiful.
In other news, Clyde remains the apple of my eye. As much energy as he sucks out of me everyday, he also fuels me through the days and weeks. He is a ton of fun and going through a major language explosion with lots of words. He loves to build towers out of anything he can stack and then ferociously knock them over, play with cars and trucks and trains with accompanying sound effects, play in the dirt, and demands to be read to countless times a day (current favorites are the 2 volumes of Mother Goose that we own, and The Little Engine that Could). He enthusiastically brings me my towel (yelling "Towel! Towel!") when I turn off the water at the end of a shower, and loves to yell
"Ready, Set..." before throwing a ball, going down a slide, or anything that seemingly requires premeditation. Everything that he can put on his head is a "hat", The Winston Churchill books in our living room are lovingly displaced multiple times a week while yelling "Chuch-uh" and the garbage truck and mail man are his favorite visitors of each week/day. Woe to me if the mailman comes in the middle of our lunch (we can see him cross our porch from our window)... the kid wants his "mae" immediately. He gives an amazing hug and throws passionate tantrums. He sings and dances on command. He eats spinach like there's no tomorrow. In short, he's the best.
Oh hello!
Yes, 30 weeks and counting. Baby Girl will be here in May. She is still nameless as there are no good girl names out there. None. So it seems. At least none that we can agree on. With Baby #1, whose gender we didn't find out until his birth, we had a girl name ready to go along with his name, but that one is now a no-go. Neither of us were particular enamored with the name to begin with, and now that we know for sure we need a girl name, we have pretty much knocked it off the list. The name we playfully tossed around before I was ever pregnant, Jennie Anne, has also been ditched. We do have a few names that we're tossing around as possibilities, but the fact that I like one one day and then don't the next day is not very encouraging. No good girl names. None. We'll figure it out though. I refuse to have a Baby-No-Name at the hospital, and also don't much believe in "waiting to see what the baby looks like" to pick a name, so we'll figure something out. Something. Something strong and beautiful.
In other news, Clyde remains the apple of my eye. As much energy as he sucks out of me everyday, he also fuels me through the days and weeks. He is a ton of fun and going through a major language explosion with lots of words. He loves to build towers out of anything he can stack and then ferociously knock them over, play with cars and trucks and trains with accompanying sound effects, play in the dirt, and demands to be read to countless times a day (current favorites are the 2 volumes of Mother Goose that we own, and The Little Engine that Could). He enthusiastically brings me my towel (yelling "Towel! Towel!") when I turn off the water at the end of a shower, and loves to yell
"Ready, Set..." before throwing a ball, going down a slide, or anything that seemingly requires premeditation. Everything that he can put on his head is a "hat", The Winston Churchill books in our living room are lovingly displaced multiple times a week while yelling "Chuch-uh" and the garbage truck and mail man are his favorite visitors of each week/day. Woe to me if the mailman comes in the middle of our lunch (we can see him cross our porch from our window)... the kid wants his "mae" immediately. He gives an amazing hug and throws passionate tantrums. He sings and dances on command. He eats spinach like there's no tomorrow. In short, he's the best.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
I love you through and through
Today marks Clyde's 15 month birthday, and in honor of that I will use one of his favorite books as a template for a picture post spanning his 15 months. I am amazed by how many of his little books I have memorized. He's especially cute right now because he brings us books and begs to be read to, will make himself comfortable in our laps, and suck those little fingers quietly while we read. More often than not he won't let us finish a book without popping up to grab another one but it just makes me beam to know how much he gobbles up books and reading already.
I Love You Through and Through By Bernadette R Shustak
I love you through and through.
I love your top side.
I love your bottom side.
I love your inside and outside.
I love your happy side,
your sad side,
your silly side,
your mad side.
I love your fingers and toes,
your ears and nose.
I love your hair and eyes,
your giggles and cries.
I love you running and walking,
Yesterday,
today,
and tomorrow too.
I Love You Through and Through By Bernadette R Shustak
I love you through and through.
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| 6 weeks old |
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| 3.5 months old |
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| 4 months old |
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| 4.5 months old (first tooth) |
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| 6 months old in Mexico |
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| 6.5 months old (more like tired... but best I could do) |
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| 7.5 months old |
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| 9 months old (another bad example, but we have very few pictures of Clyde mad or sad!) |
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| 10 months old- Easter morning |
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| 10 months old |
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| 11 months old |
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| 12 months old |
12 months old
silent and talking. |
| 14 months old |
14+ months old
I love you through and through. |
| 10 months old |
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| just born |
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| Last weekend |
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Lessons from the plane
After little man's 3rd plane trip, I've learned a few things:
1. Traveling with a 6 month old is MUCH easier than with a 14 month old. Less stuff. Less acrobatics. Less vocal gymnastics.
2.The #1 best circumstance on a plane is getting to sit next to another family with young kids. For one, they entertain each other, and two- if any of them start screaming, you have an ally. Strength in numbers.
3. (C)RAISINS! One by one. I found them to be the best food distraction and prevented at least 30 minutes worth of screaming. They were such a lifesaver that I didn't even care when they all reappeared in his diaper a day or two later...
1. Traveling with a 6 month old is MUCH easier than with a 14 month old. Less stuff. Less acrobatics. Less vocal gymnastics.
2.The #1 best circumstance on a plane is getting to sit next to another family with young kids. For one, they entertain each other, and two- if any of them start screaming, you have an ally. Strength in numbers.
3. (C)RAISINS! One by one. I found them to be the best food distraction and prevented at least 30 minutes worth of screaming. They were such a lifesaver that I didn't even care when they all reappeared in his diaper a day or two later...
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Clyde turns 1
They say that a year goes by in the blink of an eye and it's so true! Our little miracle turned one last month and we had a shindig at the park with friends and family. Inspired by one of Clyde's favorite books, Cowboy Small by Lois Lenski, I went with a cowboy theme and it was a blast.
Happy birthday, Clyde Stephen! We can't imagine life without you.
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