Saturday, November 1, 2014

Old house love

I took a totally unintentional break from blogging this past month, but I'm pretty sure it had to do with, oh, I don't know, moving.
We've been living in our new house for three weeks now, but today marks the day that the Lincoln house is no longer ours.  
I had a mini-meltdown this morning when I realized that it was Nov. 1, and yesterday was the last day it was ours.
Andy and I did some cleaning over there during the week, and I made it maybe two hours into cleaning without crying over some memory I had.  I think I was in Lucy's room, and realizing that someone was probably going to paint over her mural made me pretty sad and then it was all over from there.
I like to say that I(we) grew up in that house.  It was the first house we bought, and we spent most of the time we've been married there.  We brought Brody home to that house, we had so many parties and shenanigans, and then we brought each of our babies home to that house.  That house will always have a special place in my heart.
Enough with all of the sappy shit, though.  How about a trip down memory lane?
 Ahh, my graduation party.  We later found the "baby" behind the TV.

 Dirty Scrabble was born at this table.
 And who can forget the adult pinata party?  We stuffed it full of miniature bottles of booze, quarters, candy and poppers.

Aaaaand our very first Halloween party, where Jeff (left) dressed up as Scott (right).
 We brought Lucy home here!!
 And Brody.

 We made Cake Pops...
 And brought Cartman home!

 And had six Christmases...
 And five Halloweens (two of which I remember, hee hee).
 And we brought Jackson home here!
Goodbye, old friend.  You were a really good house, we were very lucky to have you!
(There were so many more pictures I could have posted, but as you can see, I have two little children, and ain't nobody got time for that.)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

A small town really is like a family

I realize how cliche that sounds, but it's true.
This is my last Saturday night in our small town.  
I realize a population of 43,000 isn't really that small, considering the town I grew up in only had Tonaround 1,400 people in 2000.
But Lincoln really is like a small town, and I'm really going to miss it.
Any given day, I can drive down the street and know the guy driving the garbage truck next to me, the police officer on the side of the road doing a traffic stop, the dude cleaning the fountain in Beermann Plaza and most of the guys on the fire engine racing through town.
We can go to Target for diapers and wind up stopping to talk to at least one person we know, and that's on a good day.
We try to go the library every Thursday for Mother Goose on the Loose, and love chit chatting with the librarians we've come to know and love.
We've been here for six years, and the first year we pretty much kept to ourselves.  I didn't really start getting to know people until I started working for the newspaper, and the town really grew on me, I started to get to know so many different people that I consider friends now.
I'm a little sad about moving to the next city over.  Sure it's bigger, and there's more stuff to do there, but I'm really going to miss seeing familiar, friendly faces on an almost daily basis.
Cheers Lincoln, it's been fun getting to know you.  We'll be back to visit often, I promise.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Six months

This little nugget turned six months old on Sunday!

I cannot even put into words what Jackson adds to our family.  He is the happiest, snuggliest and funniest little boy.
This little meatball loves his sister, and she's the only one who can really make him giggle by doing nothing at all.  She sneezes, he laughs.  She shrieks, he laughs.  When I say nothing, I mean she doesn't try to make him laugh, pretty much her existence makes him laugh.
Everyone comments on how big he is.  And the kid his huge.  We weighed him on our bathroom scale and he was 20 pounds last night.  At his doctor's appointment today, he was 19 pounds, which is what Lucy weighed at one!

I'm not sure if it's a boy vs. girl thing, or what, but we have been more successful with breastfeeding, so I think that has a lot to do with it.  
We got clearance to start solid foods, so tonight he had his first taste of oatmeal.  I was too busy manning the spoon to get pics, but Andy did, so I'll have to get my hands on those.  I think it's safe to say he enjoyed it, and kept grabbing the spoon.  He needed a bath right after, that's for sure.

He's a pro at rolling over both ways, and has started scooting backwards on his tummy.  It's really only a matter of time until he's crawling!
I can't wait to see what the next six months hold for this little nugget!  

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Pumpkin spice and NICU beds

Lucy turned two on Monday, which has drummed up a bunch of different, somewhat fleeting, feelings for me over the past week.
The feels get me at the most randomest times, and make me think of all of the things Andy and I had to endure two years ago.
I ordered my first Pumpkin Spice iced coffee from Starbucks last week, and it took me right back to Lucy's first week home.
Pumpkin Spice syrup always comes out around the first week of September, and being sleep deprived, Andy and I hit up the drive through what seemed like almost every day during her first few weeks home.  
I think from now until she's all grown-up, Pumpkin Spice will make me think of baby Lucy (and they better still have it then!)
The past few weeks, every time I've driven north on Highway 65 from Roseville, I think of sitting in the backseat on the way home from the hospital, with Lucy next to me.
And just driving past Kaiser Roseville, but especially visiting it for doctor's appointments, always make me think of the week I spent there after she was born.
Her whole birth experience was exciting, scary, fun and traumatizing all at the same time.  I look at the photo on the left and I am just so thankful that everything turned out well in the end.  Seeing my little baby hooked up to tubes and wires was terrifying, and not knowing if she was going to be okay for the first few days was something I wouldn't wish upon anyone. There are days that I sometimes take for granted the silly, vibrant and smart two-year-old I have (especially when she's being mischievous) but then I think of how bad things could have gone and I thank my lucky stars.
The cooler mornings we've been having remind me of waking up and hobbling down three stories with milk I'd pumped the night before to the NICU so Andy and I could change her diaper, take her temperature and attempt to nurse her and then give her the milk I'd brought with me.  
We'd hang out for awhile, I'd pump and we would wait for the doctor to make his rounds so we could hear about her platelet and white blood cell counts and how close we would be to taking her home.
For the six days she was in NICU, it was pretty much a lather, rinse, repeat type of thing.  Wake up, pump, go down to the NICU for a few hours, go upstairs and take a nap or relax until the next feeding.  We would do that until 8 p.m., and I would skip going down for the midnight and four a.m. feedings, and sorry not sorry, because I needed my sleep!  I feel a little guilty saying this, but when we had Jackson, I sort of missed skipping the early morning feedings like I did with her because he roomed with me.
I think about watching "Friends" during my middle of the night pumping session, and making fun of the show "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" with Andy.  I mean, who doesn't know they are pregnant until they give birth to a full term baby in a toilet?  Come on!
I think of our supportive family bringing us food for lunch and dinner.
I remember before we had Lucy our dogs were our babies, and I sent Andy home each night so the boys wouldn't be lonely.  And once I'd been discharged going home to see them, and they were so happy, and I burst into tears because I felt like I was more worried about my dogs than my baby at the time.
But even though she was in the NICU, I always knew she would be okay and I think that's what got me through such a scary time.  Sure, the thought that maybe her platelet count wouldn't go up crossed my mind, but as her numbers kept going up and up, I knew she was going to be okay.  Life would be a little hard for awhile with having to keep her isolated form other people, but that was a temporary and necessary measure to keep her healthy.
And in the end, it totally paid off, and we have a loud, opinionated and smart toddler running around our house.  I cannot wait to see what the next year brings for our little girl!  

Sunday, August 17, 2014

My little myna bird

Elmo's World just came on, so I've got about ten minutes to write and have a cup of coffee before Lucy gets bored again and Jackson wakes up.  I lead a glamorous life.
Before I had kids, I knew we would one day have to be careful about how much we said the F-word and other delights around children.
But I never considered how quick they pick up on every day things you say around them.
Mainly, the things I say over and over again in response to her daily shenanigans.
And I've learned based on what she's repeating, I'm doing things right because she's not repeating swear words or the word no.
For example.
She's been yelling "Back!" at everything from the dogs to other kids we see when out and about, so my response has been, "Hey, be nice."
So when she's playing or winding down for a nap, she shrieks, "Back!!" followed by, "Hey, be nice."
Or she'll shout out that she wants something, like a snack or to go outside, and if it's time to do whatever it is she's demanding, I'll say, "Say please, nicely," which is followed up by a "please nicely."
I started this post two days ago and had a bunch of examples in my head, but they've since flown the coop.  My brain isn't nearly what it was before I had children, so pardon me.  : )
Hope you all are having a nice Sunday!  
We had breakfast at our favorite place, Awful Annie's and went to take a look at the house we are hoping to buy soon.   Sunday always goes by so fast.  Sigh.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Last night, we picked the date, time and place for Lucy's 2nd birthday party.
I cannot believe she is turning two, any more than I can't believe Jackson turns six months next month, let alone that I have TWO kids now.  Two.  Damn.
We will not be doing the crazy big blowout we did for her birthday last  year.  This year we're keeping it simple with immediate family and close friends at a local park.
Since she's crazy about Sesame Street (mostly Elmo), I'm going to be making an Elmo cake and some sort of Sesame Street themed cupcakes.
We're also going to have a pinata for the older kids who will be going, but Andy brought up a good point, we should get one that is not in the shape of an animal or person, so we don't freak Lucy out.  
I'm pretty sure she would lose her shit if she saw her cousins and friends going after an Elmo pinata.  No good.
Excuse me while I go cry in a corner about the fact that in a few short weeks I'm going to have a two year old.  It seems like yesterday we were driving to the hospital for my c-section, and now she's doing this:

And this:

Here's my sweet girl right after she was born:

And at her one-year check-up:
Time flies fast, kids.  Hug your babies, because one day they'll be independent and (sometimes) stinky toddlers.  

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Dog days

It's hot.
I'm really looking forward to these 100 degree days going buh-bye.  Nonetheless, we've been keeping busy.
Yesterday we headed out to the park at 9 a.m. to beat the heat, and we went to my favorite park because it's surrounded by a gate and all of the equipment is no more than two feet off of the ground.

The gate is key.  I attempted to have a play date a few weeks so I could get some adult interaction with a friend, and I ended up ping-ponging across the park since I had a runner on my hands.  I'm totally glad I learned to babywear early!  Jackson was strapped happily to my chest as I ran.  One of the other moms said she was tired just watching me.
I've learned the key to my sanity during the day is getting Lucy out of the house and active at some point during the day.
I can't believe I ever thought being a stay-at-home mom to an infant was hard.  It's so much harder with a toddler some day, especially with a baby around.
Lucy is so smart and needs to be engaged in some sort of activity most of the time, so I've been scouring Pinterest for toddler-friendly educational and fun activities to keep her brain active.  We recently took a family trip to Toys R Us and loaded up on Play Dough and Duplo blocks, which she loves.  The "terrible" part of this age tends to come out on days that we don't get outside and spend one-on-one time doing arts and crafts or playing.  This can be an incredibly fun age, but it can also be extremely frustrating.  I think once she learns to listen when we ask her not to do things (like huck her plate and fistfuls of food to the ground when she's done eating, stand on the table or empty out the utensil drawer) things will be a bit easier.  Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself ; ). 
Jackson is getting more active, too, so he's been spending more time wiggling around on a blanket on the floor.  He lights up whenever he sees his sister, which is pretty cute.  

In the afternoons we like to spend time by the (kiddie) pool, which all four kids enjoy.

As much as I'd like for the summer heat to be gone, I don't want time to go too fast.  Lucy is going to be two in a month and Jackson is growing like a weed.  Pretty soon my babies won't be babies anymore and that's just sad.  Hope you all are having a good summer, too!