Five Reasons I Don't Like Being a Mom
(in no particular order)
1. The pay stinks
2. Whine, whine, whine!
3. It never ends; even in the middle of the night I still have to be a mom
4. Having to repeat myself over and over and over again
5. The guilt; I always feel like I'm not enough
Five Reasons I Like Being a Mom
(in no particular order)
1. The snuggles!
2. All the laughter
3. Baby smell (the good kind, not the yuck kind)
4. I'm constantly surprised
5. The daily reminder to enjoy every moment
What's on your lists?
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
A List for Tuesday
Five Things I Love About Sweet Baby Dane
(in no particular order)
1. His skin is so soft
2. He smells good
3. He's so mellow; even his cry is quiet!
4. Since he's still trying to focus a lot of the time he look at me with crossed eyes and it's so funny
5. He has a whole menagerie of noises and they all make me laugh
(in no particular order)
1. His skin is so soft
2. He smells good
3. He's so mellow; even his cry is quiet!
4. Since he's still trying to focus a lot of the time he look at me with crossed eyes and it's so funny
5. He has a whole menagerie of noises and they all make me laugh
Saturday, May 21, 2011
My Baby's A Genius
My sweet little 3-week old monkey has rolled over every time he's had tummy time in the past few days!
In case you didn't know, this makes him a genius.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Possibly Too Much Information
But I don't care.
Dutch peed AND pooped on the potty today!
That is all.
Dutch peed AND pooped on the potty today!
That is all.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
A List for Tuesday
Five Reasons I'm Looking Forward to Getting Dutch Potty-Trained
(in no particular order)
1. I would love to have only one kid in diapers (though none would be better)
2. Hes so big it's getting to the point where we'll have to buy him adult Depends if he doesn't get potty-trained soon
3. Again, because he's so big he's beginning to look a little silly in diapers
4. It will be another way for him to "prove" he's a big boy
5. It's time
(in no particular order)
1. I would love to have only one kid in diapers (though none would be better)
2. Hes so big it's getting to the point where we'll have to buy him adult Depends if he doesn't get potty-trained soon
3. Again, because he's so big he's beginning to look a little silly in diapers
4. It will be another way for him to "prove" he's a big boy
5. It's time
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Dane's 2-Week Doctor Visit
Today we went in for Dane's 2-week well-baby visit. Chris was at work (his first day back since the baby was born) and Dutch has had a cough so I didn't feel good about asking anyone else to watch him. I didn't want my outbreak monkey to infect anyone else's kids. So Dutch, Dane, and I all made the trek to the doctor's office. Besides having to wait for the first time since we started seeing this pediatrician, the visit went really well. Dane's weight is up and he's doing great. He has a very sad diaper rash, but the doctor prescribed something to help with it. The doctor also said that Dane has the strongest rooting reflex that he's ever seen! It made me laugh because it's so true. No matter who is holding him he roots around to see if there's any food to be had. Cute little piggy.
When Dutch was a baby he made little growly noises like a dog, so we called him Puppy. Dane purrs when he's eating (seriously, he does) and mews when he's upset, so he's like a kitty. The one thing he has in common with his big brother though is his complete mellowness. Dutch was a really mellow baby until he hit 18 months. I'm hoping Dane stays mellow too (though I wouldn't complain if he waited until he was a little older to become wild).
When Dutch was a baby he made little growly noises like a dog, so we called him Puppy. Dane purrs when he's eating (seriously, he does) and mews when he's upset, so he's like a kitty. The one thing he has in common with his big brother though is his complete mellowness. Dutch was a really mellow baby until he hit 18 months. I'm hoping Dane stays mellow too (though I wouldn't complain if he waited until he was a little older to become wild).
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
How Redford Became Dane
Happy Mother's Day yesterday to my mom, my mom-in-law, my grandmas, my sisters, my cousins, and my friends. I am twice-blessed this Mother's Day with two of the cutest boys ever. One who is wild and rambunctious and the other who is mellow and sweet, but I wouldn't trade either of them for all the tea in China.
Some of you have been asking how we got from a name like Redford to the name Dane. Here is the story, as I remember it (Chris might have a different point of view, but he can post a rebuttal if I get too far off the mark).
Friday April 29, 2011; 3am
My amazing nurse Jessica brings the baby in for a feeding. He's just gotten a bath and he's all clean, pink, and perfect. I'm just waking up and as I look at him I almost start to cry. He looks to me just like his Daddy's baby pictures. The name Chris had shown the most partiality to was Redford, a name I thought sounded like a furniture company. But he looked so much like Chris that I wanted to give him Chris's favorite name.
"His name's Redford." I told Jessica. "Will you make up a little sign for him?"
I was so excited to tell Chris that he "won" and the baby would have his name. When he got there the next morning I showed him the name tag on the baby's hospital bed. I then proceeded to call or text every person I knew to tell them the baby's name was going to be Redford Neal Davis and his nickname would be Little Red.
Chris wasn't as excited as I wanted him to be. He kept staring at the baby and saying the name over and over again. "Red! Redford!" Finally, at 7pm he told me that it wasn't the baby's name. Well at this point we'd gone through over a dozen names and I was spent.
"Fine. I'm tired of coming up with names. YOU name him." I said to Chris.
The next morning he came in with several names. I refused to get attached to any of them until he had picked the one he was serious about. Dane was the winner as the day went on, but I still didn't want to get my hopes up that we had ACTUALLY named this guy. Saturday night, as I was about to be discharged, I had to fill out the paperwork for Dane's birth certificate, etc. It was about 10 or 10:30pm and I called Chris.
"Dane is his name? Are you SURE?"
He said he was. So I put ink to paper and there was no backing out of it! So there you have it. That's how Redford became Dane. Although I still plan on calling him Little Red.
P.S. Here are some pictures of Dane and Dutch at my mom's blog and my cousin Sara's blog.
Some of you have been asking how we got from a name like Redford to the name Dane. Here is the story, as I remember it (Chris might have a different point of view, but he can post a rebuttal if I get too far off the mark).
Friday April 29, 2011; 3am
My amazing nurse Jessica brings the baby in for a feeding. He's just gotten a bath and he's all clean, pink, and perfect. I'm just waking up and as I look at him I almost start to cry. He looks to me just like his Daddy's baby pictures. The name Chris had shown the most partiality to was Redford, a name I thought sounded like a furniture company. But he looked so much like Chris that I wanted to give him Chris's favorite name.
"His name's Redford." I told Jessica. "Will you make up a little sign for him?"
I was so excited to tell Chris that he "won" and the baby would have his name. When he got there the next morning I showed him the name tag on the baby's hospital bed. I then proceeded to call or text every person I knew to tell them the baby's name was going to be Redford Neal Davis and his nickname would be Little Red.
Chris wasn't as excited as I wanted him to be. He kept staring at the baby and saying the name over and over again. "Red! Redford!" Finally, at 7pm he told me that it wasn't the baby's name. Well at this point we'd gone through over a dozen names and I was spent.
"Fine. I'm tired of coming up with names. YOU name him." I said to Chris.
The next morning he came in with several names. I refused to get attached to any of them until he had picked the one he was serious about. Dane was the winner as the day went on, but I still didn't want to get my hopes up that we had ACTUALLY named this guy. Saturday night, as I was about to be discharged, I had to fill out the paperwork for Dane's birth certificate, etc. It was about 10 or 10:30pm and I called Chris.
"Dane is his name? Are you SURE?"
He said he was. So I put ink to paper and there was no backing out of it! So there you have it. That's how Redford became Dane. Although I still plan on calling him Little Red.
P.S. Here are some pictures of Dane and Dutch at my mom's blog and my cousin Sara's blog.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
One Week Old
Today our little bundle of love is one week old. A lot has happened in a week! He lost his umbilical cord (which Chris was excited about because he thinks they're gross); he had his first pediatrician visit, and he had his first play-date with his cousin Thomas.
I'm sure a lot of you are wondering how Dutch is handling the new baby. The answer is: meh. He doesn't really care. Chris has had the week off and has been spending almost all his time with Dutch, so that might be why he doesn't care - he has Daddy all to himself! Every once in a while he'll want to hold the baby, but it usually lasts about 3 seconds. He likes to push Dane around in his stroller, but, then again, he just likes to push the stroller. Before he leaves or goes to bed he'll give the baby a kiss on the head, which is absolutely adorable.
Bo, on the other hand, is not handling the situation very well at all. He's begging for attention all the time and barking at nothing a little more often. Silly puppy is once again afraid that the introduction of a new baby will mean we love him less.
My mom has been here since Saturday and will be here until this Saturday. It's been really nice to have her around. I'll be sad to see her go. I wish, like I do every other day, that I had family living closer.
More pictures coming as soon as I find the cord to my camera. Until then you can go to my cousin Julianna's blog to look at the pictures of Dane and Thomas.
I'm sure a lot of you are wondering how Dutch is handling the new baby. The answer is: meh. He doesn't really care. Chris has had the week off and has been spending almost all his time with Dutch, so that might be why he doesn't care - he has Daddy all to himself! Every once in a while he'll want to hold the baby, but it usually lasts about 3 seconds. He likes to push Dane around in his stroller, but, then again, he just likes to push the stroller. Before he leaves or goes to bed he'll give the baby a kiss on the head, which is absolutely adorable.
Bo, on the other hand, is not handling the situation very well at all. He's begging for attention all the time and barking at nothing a little more often. Silly puppy is once again afraid that the introduction of a new baby will mean we love him less.
My mom has been here since Saturday and will be here until this Saturday. It's been really nice to have her around. I'll be sad to see her go. I wish, like I do every other day, that I had family living closer.
More pictures coming as soon as I find the cord to my camera. Until then you can go to my cousin Julianna's blog to look at the pictures of Dane and Thomas.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
A List for Tuesday
How to Name Your Child in 6 Easy Steps: The Davis Method
1. Think of a name
2. Tell it to your spouse
3. Your spouse will either a: reject it or b: accept it. If they answer a return to step one, if they answer b continue to step 4.
4. Tell everyone you know the baby's name.
5. Have your spouse decide that he does not like it after all and wants to change it.
6. Repeat.
1. Think of a name
2. Tell it to your spouse
3. Your spouse will either a: reject it or b: accept it. If they answer a return to step one, if they answer b continue to step 4.
4. Tell everyone you know the baby's name.
5. Have your spouse decide that he does not like it after all and wants to change it.
6. Repeat.
Monday, May 2, 2011
How Dane Came Into the World
After blogging on Thursday my contractions continued to get worse. I walked around the house getting things ready: packing my hospital bag, getting an overnight bag for Dutch to stay with Bah and Honey, and making sure Bo could go too. I called my sisters and mom (but could only get a hold of Heidi). I just wanted to keep moving so I could encourage the contractions.
At about 6:30 Chris still wasn't home from work and hadn't answered any of my texts. I was having contractions about 7 minutes apart and figured we might want to go to the hospital soon. I was still in the first stage of labor, so there wasn't any rush - yet. Chris was in surgery so I called the hospital and got patched through to the Operating Room. I told the woman who answered that I'd like to talk to Dr. Warner's PA Chris Davis. "Have you tried paging him?" she asked. "I'm his wife and I'm in labor. Could you just get him for me?" She laughed and said of course. Luckily the surgery was finished so Chris was able to leave right then.
When Chris got home he didn't believe that I was in labor! He said I wasn't being mean enough.
Anyway, we dropped Dutch and Bo off at Greg and Kellie's house and drove up to Alta View Hospital. They watched me for an hour and I had progressed so they let me stay instead of sending me home. (Side note: I was really not very happy with my delivery nurse. Just know that going in.)
My contractions didn't get too much worse, so Dr. Walker (who is AWESOME!) decided to "break my bag of waters." She came in and did that at about 10:45. And can I just say that the plastic hook they used to break my water was TERRIFYING! THAT THING IS HUGE!
Almost immediately my contractions jumped from being manageable to being completely horrific. I had to lay on my side so they could monitor the baby's heartbeat, which had dropped when my water broke. The pain was so horrible (and I couldn't really move to a more comfortable position) that I called and asked for some pain meds. FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER the dumb nurse came in to give them to me. At this point I knew the baby was coming and that I needed to push. I told her to check me immediately, but she decided to give me the pain meds first. Not good.
The baby was crowning and ready to come out. So basically the pain meds would do nothing to help me and the baby would get the full effect. Not very fair. At 11:37, after the most pain I've ever felt in my life, the baby was here. 6 lbs 6 oz and 18 1/2 inches long. Thanks to the drugs he was VERY lethargic and almost had to be intubated. Because of that it took them a while to bring him to me. I was able to call my mom and all of my sisters to tell him he was born before I'd even held him! Don't worry too much, he turned out to be fine and dandy.
At this point he still didn't have a name. Stay tuned tomorrow when I'll tell you all about how he FINALLY got a name!
At about 6:30 Chris still wasn't home from work and hadn't answered any of my texts. I was having contractions about 7 minutes apart and figured we might want to go to the hospital soon. I was still in the first stage of labor, so there wasn't any rush - yet. Chris was in surgery so I called the hospital and got patched through to the Operating Room. I told the woman who answered that I'd like to talk to Dr. Warner's PA Chris Davis. "Have you tried paging him?" she asked. "I'm his wife and I'm in labor. Could you just get him for me?" She laughed and said of course. Luckily the surgery was finished so Chris was able to leave right then.
When Chris got home he didn't believe that I was in labor! He said I wasn't being mean enough.
Anyway, we dropped Dutch and Bo off at Greg and Kellie's house and drove up to Alta View Hospital. They watched me for an hour and I had progressed so they let me stay instead of sending me home. (Side note: I was really not very happy with my delivery nurse. Just know that going in.)
My contractions didn't get too much worse, so Dr. Walker (who is AWESOME!) decided to "break my bag of waters." She came in and did that at about 10:45. And can I just say that the plastic hook they used to break my water was TERRIFYING! THAT THING IS HUGE!
Almost immediately my contractions jumped from being manageable to being completely horrific. I had to lay on my side so they could monitor the baby's heartbeat, which had dropped when my water broke. The pain was so horrible (and I couldn't really move to a more comfortable position) that I called and asked for some pain meds. FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER the dumb nurse came in to give them to me. At this point I knew the baby was coming and that I needed to push. I told her to check me immediately, but she decided to give me the pain meds first. Not good.
The baby was crowning and ready to come out. So basically the pain meds would do nothing to help me and the baby would get the full effect. Not very fair. At 11:37, after the most pain I've ever felt in my life, the baby was here. 6 lbs 6 oz and 18 1/2 inches long. Thanks to the drugs he was VERY lethargic and almost had to be intubated. Because of that it took them a while to bring him to me. I was able to call my mom and all of my sisters to tell him he was born before I'd even held him! Don't worry too much, he turned out to be fine and dandy.
At this point he still didn't have a name. Stay tuned tomorrow when I'll tell you all about how he FINALLY got a name!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Shopping
Dane and I returned from the hospital today. Tomorrow I will regale you with the whole tale of labor and delivery. Today, however, I have a funny story to tell you.
I needed my prescriptions filled - badly. I was in a lot of pain. So Chris and Dutch went to Walgreens today to fill them. While Chris was talking to the pharmacist (who, in Chris's words, looked to be 13 and possibly high) Dutch decided he needed a few things.
He went to the front, got a cart, went down the candy and toy aisle, and picked a few things out. He then proceeded to the check-out line, where two people got in line behind him! Luckily Chris intervened before Dutch got to the counter (I'm not sure how Dutch planned on paying).
Two things: Dutch is too smart for his own good, and what kind of person gets in line behind a two year old?
I needed my prescriptions filled - badly. I was in a lot of pain. So Chris and Dutch went to Walgreens today to fill them. While Chris was talking to the pharmacist (who, in Chris's words, looked to be 13 and possibly high) Dutch decided he needed a few things.
He went to the front, got a cart, went down the candy and toy aisle, and picked a few things out. He then proceeded to the check-out line, where two people got in line behind him! Luckily Chris intervened before Dutch got to the counter (I'm not sure how Dutch planned on paying).
Two things: Dutch is too smart for his own good, and what kind of person gets in line behind a two year old?
Dane
Dane Neal Davis
6 lbs 6 oz
18 1/2 inches long
Wearing the same outfit his big brother wore home from the hospital!
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