Wednesday, July 16, 2014

holiday / birthday / strep

There are two types of people in the world.
Those who enjoy newborns and those who do not.
It seems like dads are allowed to say newborns aren't fun. 
And then when moms say it they suddenly seem insensitive, cold and mean.
I don't enjoy newborns.  I don't get baby hungry.  I get through the baby phase the best I can so I can enjoy the rest.  Babies are small, fragile, unpredictable, and a little scary.
Maybe five people read this blog so hopefully news doesn't travel too fast. 
I prefer sleeping all night, kids who can eat food in the car while I'm driving, conversations, reading books together, playing at the park, swimming at the pool.
 People say they love snuggling babies all day and to that I say: WHEN?  HOW?  AND DON'T YOU NEED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE?
No offense to Thomas or any of my other kids.  I love you all...I just don't prefer you as babies.
July so far:
4th of July breakfast with cousin Evan and Tod in his sweet garment top.  He hates when I post pictures of him in his garments and to that I say: Put on a shirt.

Cousin Evan came to visit and spent a week at scout camp.  He was a good sport -- our house isn't super peaceful right now.

Larry on my favorite holiday
Ruby -- scared out of her mind -- on my favorite holiday.
Thomas and me (snuggling!) on my favorite holiday.  See, I'm not that bad.

Lennon's seventh birthday party the next day.  After a weekend of the 4th of July and a birthday party at the pool Tod and I needed a vacation.  Or even a power nap.

He was so happy and look how handsome.  Seven years have flown.

Back at the house...once in awhile things get quiet so I investigate.  I found her like this in her room today and had a good laugh.

Then looked out my bedroom window to see these guys setting up a superhero store.
Some of the options:


Mermaids like grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.

My sweet, sweet Ruby.

My sassy Ruby who may break her dad's heart someday.

And then Baby Thomas Q...six weeks old now.  And look -- snuggling with his super loving mom.

And then there was last weekend.  Poor Larry had a fever all day so I told Tod I'd take him to the doctor.  Instead he talked me into taking him to Outback for dinner with everyone first.  Picture above is Larry with a fever of 102 and his crappy mom enjoying her meat.
I took him in the next morning and he had strep.  It's the worst when Larry is sick because he doesn't complain...he just looks miserable.
Strep has far no one else has it...fingers are crossed.

Monday, June 30, 2014

the rest of june/we survived/let's start sleeping soon

June ends tonight.  The last four weeks with a newborn have been much faster than the last four weeks of my pregnancy. 
Some pictures:
Ruby before trim
 Ruby post-trim.  I took all four kids to get haircuts (Tom said maybe next time) and felt like Superwoman.   Please look at her shoes.  And thank you Grandma KK for her outfit.
 Walked in on this one night and almost melted into the floor. 
 Natalie gave Ruby one of Maddie's Barbies and dollhouse.  She is in girl heaven.
Lennon reading to his brother.  Note his black eye -- self-inflicted wound from trampoline. 
 Grandpa Larry was in town so we got to spend a day with him.  What a huge lift.  I needed that.
Whenever he shows up I always feel like everything is going to be okay.  Stress levels drop and I feel like I can do anything.  Tom liked him too.
We spent a morning at the spray park and Larry spent most of it under this tree, eating chips.  Ahhhh to be a kid in the summertime again. 
One day was particularly hot so we drove to Sonic to get Mom her ice the kids something cold to drink.  The addiction is now not a pregnancy craving but a legitimate (and dental) problem.
I think I'm losing fillings but have purchased Sensodyn to help with the sensitivity and pain.  Please don't tell me to stop the ice.
These two are in love.
 Sketching a liger one night.
Pearls at the park. 
 This sweet boy still sleeps like a champ alllllllllllllll day long.  Heaven (or anyone) help me at night.
 This usually happens around 5 pm each day.  I paid Lennon a dollar last week to keep them out there for an hour.  Best money I've spent in some time.
This guy has been missing the gym and sometimes work in the mornings so I can sleep.  We are tired.  We are in survival mode.  We hope to someday resurface and be social, fun, energetic and normal again.  Until then, don't expect much.  Just be nice to us.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

thomas quentin wever

Introducing Thomas Quentin Wever.
Born June 1, 2014 at 1:52 pm
Weighing 8 lbs and a length of 18 3/4 inches.
It only took 27 hours of labor, two painful IVs, and three awesome epidurals to get him here.

The look on my face is one of total relief.

Luckily when we left the hospital we had Grandma KK waiting for us at home.  She helped keep things together when it felt like everything was falling apart. 
What is it about newborns that make us fall apart?

When Grandma left, Dad was in charge.

 This was the night I took pictures during a prayer because Larry and Ruby kept taking turns crawling between his legs. 
Then I told Lennon to never, ever take pictures during a prayer.

Baby Tom has had a few special visitors and a lot of fans.

He looks a lot like Lennon as a newborn and has blonde tips -- very boy bandish.  Tod says he looks like Sting.  He's starting to open his eyes and look around.  Which he does so quickly it almost seems like he's paranoid someone's following him.
I am tired.  I have probably 10 people who have been calling that I need to call back (sorry).  I spend my time nursing and trying to get rest when I can.  This baby sleeps like a champ all day long then is wide eyed all night long.  After one sleepless night I started crying as the sun came up.  Huge tears of pure self pity.  I told Tod, "I have not slept all night.  I've tried everything." To which he replied half-awake, "Maybe you should try positive thinking," then rolled over back to sleep.
The kids love him.  Really, really love him.  I was worried about Ruby being jealous but so far she just talks about how cute Baby Tom is and asks to hold him and grabs diapers and wipes for me and asks if I'm ok when I cringe while nursing him.  She is my girl.

And the boys are good, same stuff as usual.  The other night I threw all three into the shower at once.  Left for a minute to grab towels and returned to have Lennon tell me he had a confession. 

Me: What.
Him: I was just standing here and then I sort of pooped a little.
Me: Where.
Him: Well, it's up there (pointing to the top of the glass wall of the shower).
Me: How did it get up there.
Him: I don't know...
Him: No.
Me: Well I'm the only one who can reach it so it looks like I'll be cleaning it up.
Him: Maybe we can think of another way to get it down.
Larry: I know!  Let's go grab a broom!

So I left to get some paper towels and when I returned, the poo was gone.  Lennon was washing Ruby's hair.

Me: What happened to the poo?
Lennon: Oh I used this (my loofah) to get it down then used my hand to get it to the drain.

Welcome Baby Thomas Q.  I wish you the best of luck.