It sure ended better than it began. Had a great playdate and enjoyed all three of my kids right up until bedtime. Blessings.
Big Boo Cast: Episode 380
2 years ago
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
End of Day
It sure ended better than it began. Had a great playdate and enjoyed all three of my kids right up until bedtime. Blessings.
7/15/09 Morning
4:30 a.m. - Claire crying...give her bottle in bed. Everyone back to sleep. Duncan is next to me. Where is Iain? Where is the bedspread?
6:00 a.m. - Iain is up, doing something. Why? Claire crying again. I tell Iain make sure she has her bottle and again, everyone back asleep.
7:06 a.m. - Duncan asks where we are going today and can we get up. He hears both babies and must immediately go to them. Why???? They are not crying. I feel no urge, but we go. Duncan gets in bed with Finn..much laughter...and I pick up Claire. Eventually go back to get the boys. Where is Iain? We call him and find out he's gone to the gym and to work.
7:15 a.m. - 9:20 a.m. - Have 1st cup of coffee...ahhh...babies play in floor until things start getting rough. Claire knocks Finn over and I warn them that I'll have to separate them if they keep it up. Duncan gets on couch and pulls all of my clean, folded laundry on top of him to make a "campsite". Duncan walks up to me with poop on his hand and tells me "Finn is poopie...I just stuck my hand in it." Nice. Iain calls to discuss his expense reports. Duncan wants avacado. Finn has enormous, messy poopy diaper. All at once. Get Finn changed, all hands well washed, get expense reports fairly worked out, get both babies back down for naps. Still need 2nd cup of coffee.
9:34 - Having 2nd cup of coffee, both babies asleep, am going to go shower for playdate with great friend Marjorie, her boy Grant (Duncan's great friend) and her twin girls who are just a few weeks older than C and F. We totally comiserate. It's awesome.
6:00 a.m. - Iain is up, doing something. Why? Claire crying again. I tell Iain make sure she has her bottle and again, everyone back asleep.
7:06 a.m. - Duncan asks where we are going today and can we get up. He hears both babies and must immediately go to them. Why???? They are not crying. I feel no urge, but we go. Duncan gets in bed with Finn..much laughter...and I pick up Claire. Eventually go back to get the boys. Where is Iain? We call him and find out he's gone to the gym and to work.
7:15 a.m. - 9:20 a.m. - Have 1st cup of coffee...ahhh...babies play in floor until things start getting rough. Claire knocks Finn over and I warn them that I'll have to separate them if they keep it up. Duncan gets on couch and pulls all of my clean, folded laundry on top of him to make a "campsite". Duncan walks up to me with poop on his hand and tells me "Finn is poopie...I just stuck my hand in it." Nice. Iain calls to discuss his expense reports. Duncan wants avacado. Finn has enormous, messy poopy diaper. All at once. Get Finn changed, all hands well washed, get expense reports fairly worked out, get both babies back down for naps. Still need 2nd cup of coffee.
9:34 - Having 2nd cup of coffee, both babies asleep, am going to go shower for playdate with great friend Marjorie, her boy Grant (Duncan's great friend) and her twin girls who are just a few weeks older than C and F. We totally comiserate. It's awesome.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
4 years, 8.5 months
Duncan at 4: Tender, wild, emotional, friendly, active, love of my life. He makes me crazy, but I cannot stand to be away from him.
Claire at 8.5 months: Funny, shy, happy, affectionate, laid back. She is truly our sweet baby girl. Breaks into a funny face when she sees someone she loves. Loves the water beit bath or swimming pool. Tries to lick everything. Screams for attention. Goes to sleep like a dream. Wakes up happy. Constipated. Not good at eating baby food. Sitting up but not pulling up. Not much hair, but there is hope.
Finn at 8.5 months: Happiest baby I've had. Cannot wipe silly grin off of his face unless you hurt his feelings, then the tears flow. Strong as an ox. Pulls up to a stand. May skip crawling and go straight to walking. Eats and poops alot. Laughs hysterically at anything Duncan does and truly shows hero worship qualities. I want to eat him up he is so delicious. Chubby with two bottom teeth, head full of brown wavy hair and dimples. Cannot decide if more girls will chase Duncan or Finn because I think I'm going to have two really handsome boys.
Claire at 8.5 months: Funny, shy, happy, affectionate, laid back. She is truly our sweet baby girl. Breaks into a funny face when she sees someone she loves. Loves the water beit bath or swimming pool. Tries to lick everything. Screams for attention. Goes to sleep like a dream. Wakes up happy. Constipated. Not good at eating baby food. Sitting up but not pulling up. Not much hair, but there is hope.
Finn at 8.5 months: Happiest baby I've had. Cannot wipe silly grin off of his face unless you hurt his feelings, then the tears flow. Strong as an ox. Pulls up to a stand. May skip crawling and go straight to walking. Eats and poops alot. Laughs hysterically at anything Duncan does and truly shows hero worship qualities. I want to eat him up he is so delicious. Chubby with two bottom teeth, head full of brown wavy hair and dimples. Cannot decide if more girls will chase Duncan or Finn because I think I'm going to have two really handsome boys.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
MOPS
I am just coming off a high of an overnight retreat for my MOPS Steering Committee. I feel so fortunate to be a part of this group of women. I really can't find words to express just how fortunate, or how blessed. They are smart, funny, real, loving, aware, and have a heart for ministry and for moms. Just to be a mom is still something that I have to catch my breath and pinch myself, to make sure it's real. But to be a mom among this group of women is one of the biggest blessings of my life.
So, thank you, fellow steering committee members, for the shot in the arm, the hugs, the laughs (oh the laughs!) and for being on this earth, at this church, in this group at this time. Truly divine.
So, thank you, fellow steering committee members, for the shot in the arm, the hugs, the laughs (oh the laughs!) and for being on this earth, at this church, in this group at this time. Truly divine.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Our boys
Duncan seems particularly attached to Finn. I see glimpses of my future with these two boys and it seems wild and fun. Claire seems to just sit back and watch them in awe. It's really interesting to watch siblings close in age (I am 8 years younger than my closest sibling, so I did not have this growing up.)
There will be lots of forts in my future.
How did Dennis the Menace's mom do it?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Four
Getting a little too grownup for me. Can you stay four for a while? You will still sit in my lap, and curl up next to me but I also sense the growing independence and it breaks. my. heart. into. a million. tiny. pieces.
I can barely think of how much I love your for fear my heart will shatter. You are mine? How is this beautiful boy mine? Not mine, in the sense that I own you, but mine to birth, mine to raise, mine to shape, mine to influence, mine to love, mine to hold, mine to mend, mine to comfort, mine to let go. Ah, here come the tears. You do this to me, boy.
Think I will go stare at you sleeping.
Love,
Mom
I can barely think of how much I love your for fear my heart will shatter. You are mine? How is this beautiful boy mine? Not mine, in the sense that I own you, but mine to birth, mine to raise, mine to shape, mine to influence, mine to love, mine to hold, mine to mend, mine to comfort, mine to let go. Ah, here come the tears. You do this to me, boy.
Think I will go stare at you sleeping.
Love,
Mom
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Now and then
Happy Birthday to my wonderful boy. I still need to work up the courage to write to you what is in my heart. It brings me to tears just thinking about it. Your dad and I love you so very, very deeply and are so proud to be your parents. Every single day I thank God for you, and for making us a family.
More later,
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Starting with today...
So, I will start with the present so you know how this all ends.
Today, at 8:00 in the morning, Duncan was already in need of a shower. He had been outside in the backyard digging in the wet sand, waiting on his dad to get home (which he'd been doing since 6:00 a.m.) "Where's my dad?" "When does Daddy get home?" "Is he on the freeway?" "Did he bring me a tractor? A whale?" "When does my dad get home?" Constant. Since he opened his eyes. Claire is sleeping in her bed, in the dining room (but not for long, grasshopper!). Iain just called from the airport and he's getting his bag and will hop in a taxi! Must update the boy in the shower.
Yesterday was hard in that "I've slept in a chair for two nights and am so dead tired and my four year old misses his dad and my 8 month old daughter is crabby because she's had the flu and the croup and my 8 month old son has been at his Aunt Becky's all week" kind of way. Nothing was working right and I was out of sorts all day. I really cannot remember my last shower. Monday, perhaps? Thank God for great friends. My great friend Molly took Duncan to the Dallas Arboretum for a few hours to burn off some energy. But, yesterday was not my proudest mommy day. He ate lots of cookies, some yogurt, a cheese quesadilla and a kid's meal from Sonic. Any veg? Fruit? Not unless you count the strawberry slush I brought him.
Thursday...woke up in my chair, got Claire discharged and came home. I really am having a hard time recalling how Duncan got home, but he did. OH yes, my sister brought him for a playdate at great friend Betsy's and she brought him home. Thank you, Betsy for exhausting him. He was asleep by 7:30! Claire was feeling better, but not great. So very tired. Did not sleep well. Up every four hours with sick baby.
Wednesday. Still in PICU. Memories growing foggier. Was discharged to pediatric floor which was not as nice as PICU. Say much? We were in isolation room, which meant it was smaller and there was not a bed like I had been promised. I had to sleep in a chair again! Sadness. Sister brought Duncan up to hospital so I could take him to his end of the year choir party. I was really missing him at this point and was glad to have some time with him. Back to hospital and my chair. Did not sleep at all this night.
Tuesday. What? Where? In PICU with Claire. Lovely room, with awesome nurses but am sleeping in chair. Well, not really sleeping. Lying in chair. She is very sick, but will be fine. Fussy, irritable, coughing, just a bad scene all around. Had some visitors so I could take a few breaks. Lots of calls from a worried dad.
Monday. Um, okay. I should have known this would be a bad day when my hair dryer would not work. Was supposed to go have lunch with old dear friends at mom's and Becky's. Friends I have not seen or spent time with in years. Wanted to look half decent. Did shower, but hair dryer broke. Of course! Will go natural with hair, but can at least put on some makeup. Claire seems to be coughing alot...hmmm...I'll call Aunt Brenda. Oh, take her to the doctor! She will get a shot then we'll go on to Mom's and Becky's. I will just wear my swimsuit and cute coverup from Land's End. Can you see where this is going? Went to doctor's office with Finn and Claire and was sent right to ER. Much chaos...I think they were alarmed at how hard she was having to work to get a breath. After a breathing treatment she only deteriorated. Was put on heliox, and that seemed to help. Three people tried to put an IV in her and three people failed. My poor baby was completely worn out from being poked, and my heart was breaking into a million pieces. Had support of friends who came to my rescue, and sister who came to get Finn and bring him home. After six hours in ER, we were sent up to PICU where Claire finally settled a bit but was still pretty restless and sick. Aunt Brenda came and sent me home, where I later learned that no fewer than three more people tried and failed to get an IV in her, before the final nurse from the NICU was successful. Aunt Brenda stayed with her all night while I spent 8 glorious hours alone, asleep in my bed. Norma and Jori came by for moral support before I took my Ambien. Love you guys!
Sunday. Duncan's big family party! Hooray! Went to church and dropped off three healthy children at Sunday School. On the way to Granny's, Claire starts coughing. Oh drat...allergies and drainage! Proceed with party while Claire coughs a bit and will not nap. Hmm...she really is a party girl! Does not want to miss a thing! By 8:00 she is finally sleeping, but Duncan is a totally exhausted wreck and decides to spend the night...a blessing in disguise. On the way home, Claire's cough grows worse and I am up all night wiht her, knowing it's croup because she sounds exactly like a seal. Will call Aunt Brenda in the morning to see if there is anything I can do but am pretty sure she'll just have a few days of not feeling well.
Today, at 8:00 in the morning, Duncan was already in need of a shower. He had been outside in the backyard digging in the wet sand, waiting on his dad to get home (which he'd been doing since 6:00 a.m.) "Where's my dad?" "When does Daddy get home?" "Is he on the freeway?" "Did he bring me a tractor? A whale?" "When does my dad get home?" Constant. Since he opened his eyes. Claire is sleeping in her bed, in the dining room (but not for long, grasshopper!). Iain just called from the airport and he's getting his bag and will hop in a taxi! Must update the boy in the shower.
Yesterday was hard in that "I've slept in a chair for two nights and am so dead tired and my four year old misses his dad and my 8 month old daughter is crabby because she's had the flu and the croup and my 8 month old son has been at his Aunt Becky's all week" kind of way. Nothing was working right and I was out of sorts all day. I really cannot remember my last shower. Monday, perhaps? Thank God for great friends. My great friend Molly took Duncan to the Dallas Arboretum for a few hours to burn off some energy. But, yesterday was not my proudest mommy day. He ate lots of cookies, some yogurt, a cheese quesadilla and a kid's meal from Sonic. Any veg? Fruit? Not unless you count the strawberry slush I brought him.
Thursday...woke up in my chair, got Claire discharged and came home. I really am having a hard time recalling how Duncan got home, but he did. OH yes, my sister brought him for a playdate at great friend Betsy's and she brought him home. Thank you, Betsy for exhausting him. He was asleep by 7:30! Claire was feeling better, but not great. So very tired. Did not sleep well. Up every four hours with sick baby.
Wednesday. Still in PICU. Memories growing foggier. Was discharged to pediatric floor which was not as nice as PICU. Say much? We were in isolation room, which meant it was smaller and there was not a bed like I had been promised. I had to sleep in a chair again! Sadness. Sister brought Duncan up to hospital so I could take him to his end of the year choir party. I was really missing him at this point and was glad to have some time with him. Back to hospital and my chair. Did not sleep at all this night.
Tuesday. What? Where? In PICU with Claire. Lovely room, with awesome nurses but am sleeping in chair. Well, not really sleeping. Lying in chair. She is very sick, but will be fine. Fussy, irritable, coughing, just a bad scene all around. Had some visitors so I could take a few breaks. Lots of calls from a worried dad.
Monday. Um, okay. I should have known this would be a bad day when my hair dryer would not work. Was supposed to go have lunch with old dear friends at mom's and Becky's. Friends I have not seen or spent time with in years. Wanted to look half decent. Did shower, but hair dryer broke. Of course! Will go natural with hair, but can at least put on some makeup. Claire seems to be coughing alot...hmmm...I'll call Aunt Brenda. Oh, take her to the doctor! She will get a shot then we'll go on to Mom's and Becky's. I will just wear my swimsuit and cute coverup from Land's End. Can you see where this is going? Went to doctor's office with Finn and Claire and was sent right to ER. Much chaos...I think they were alarmed at how hard she was having to work to get a breath. After a breathing treatment she only deteriorated. Was put on heliox, and that seemed to help. Three people tried to put an IV in her and three people failed. My poor baby was completely worn out from being poked, and my heart was breaking into a million pieces. Had support of friends who came to my rescue, and sister who came to get Finn and bring him home. After six hours in ER, we were sent up to PICU where Claire finally settled a bit but was still pretty restless and sick. Aunt Brenda came and sent me home, where I later learned that no fewer than three more people tried and failed to get an IV in her, before the final nurse from the NICU was successful. Aunt Brenda stayed with her all night while I spent 8 glorious hours alone, asleep in my bed. Norma and Jori came by for moral support before I took my Ambien. Love you guys!
Sunday. Duncan's big family party! Hooray! Went to church and dropped off three healthy children at Sunday School. On the way to Granny's, Claire starts coughing. Oh drat...allergies and drainage! Proceed with party while Claire coughs a bit and will not nap. Hmm...she really is a party girl! Does not want to miss a thing! By 8:00 she is finally sleeping, but Duncan is a totally exhausted wreck and decides to spend the night...a blessing in disguise. On the way home, Claire's cough grows worse and I am up all night wiht her, knowing it's croup because she sounds exactly like a seal. Will call Aunt Brenda in the morning to see if there is anything I can do but am pretty sure she'll just have a few days of not feeling well.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Monkeying Around
Went to a party last night for a friend who graduated from seminary and they had this monkey there. I wanted a picture of it, but thought I'd just stand close and lean in while Iain took the picture...then it jumped on my shoulder and **poof**.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
My Mother's Day Gift...
Iain has arranged for me to have the house to myself for the day, and for me to have a 90 minute, in-home massage! A former colleague of his is a massage therapist, and is going to come to ME. I just have to pick the day.
Life is good.
Life is good.
Coxsuckie Virus
Both babies were hit by evil coxsackie virus this week. Finn seems to have fully recovered, and Claire is well on her way. Duncan didn't seem to be affected.
Am slowly cleaning out the clutter. Babies clothes that they've outgrown, etc... I'm really excited about getting them into a bedroom. I will have a dining room again!
Note to self: look for big, round dinner table for newly large family.
Iain has traveled alot in May, and will do so again in June. I did not think I would be this confident this soon with all three of them by myself. But, I'm really not nervous about it. The bath/dinner/bedtime hours are pretty brutal but once I get them all three down it's a big reward to have time to myself. And, once the babies are out of the dining room I wont have to worry about making noise and turning on lights and can like, do stuff.
Am going to drink my coffee now. More later.
Am slowly cleaning out the clutter. Babies clothes that they've outgrown, etc... I'm really excited about getting them into a bedroom. I will have a dining room again!
Note to self: look for big, round dinner table for newly large family.
Iain has traveled alot in May, and will do so again in June. I did not think I would be this confident this soon with all three of them by myself. But, I'm really not nervous about it. The bath/dinner/bedtime hours are pretty brutal but once I get them all three down it's a big reward to have time to myself. And, once the babies are out of the dining room I wont have to worry about making noise and turning on lights and can like, do stuff.
Am going to drink my coffee now. More later.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Haircuts and Mother's Day
Daddy is home from his week in Salt Lake City (hurray!). This morning, he told Duncan that they were going to go vote (must teach boy about civic duties) and go get haircuts. Duncan's response was, "haircuts are fascinating, but kind of scary. And they take too long."
So, Daddy is home today and tomorrow then back to Pittsburg on Monday. Last week was not too bad, considering I had all three home with me and no Dad. Next week may be a different story. I wont worry about that now.
So, off they have gone for voting and haircuts. Grandpa is coming later and they will hit the playground. Duncan was also told they had some shopping to do (hello Mother's Day!) and his face lit up! Tractors! A new excavator! Extreme disappointed seemed to fall when he was told the shopping was indeed for Mommy. His response? "We had Mother's Day at school already."
So, Daddy is home today and tomorrow then back to Pittsburg on Monday. Last week was not too bad, considering I had all three home with me and no Dad. Next week may be a different story. I wont worry about that now.
So, off they have gone for voting and haircuts. Grandpa is coming later and they will hit the playground. Duncan was also told they had some shopping to do (hello Mother's Day!) and his face lit up! Tractors! A new excavator! Extreme disappointed seemed to fall when he was told the shopping was indeed for Mommy. His response? "We had Mother's Day at school already."
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Life
Just a few random pics...from gymnastics last Wednesday. I had Finn and Claire on the floor and they enjoyed themselves while Duncan tumbled and flipped. One from our roadside picnic on the way to San Antonio and two from the hotel this morning as we were leaving. We love you Shamu!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Spring Break '09 Day 2
Duncan woke up at Aunt Becky's and went to the Dallas World Aquarium. How fleeting the time is when he's gone! Did I say that out loud? Love that kid.
Briefly, here's how the rest of SP09D2 has gone:
*Duncan decides to take a bath at 3:00. At 3:30, he goes to backyard to dig for dinosaur bones and earthworms. So much for the bath. But Love!When!He!Is!Occupied! Note to self that digging for earthworms makes permanent "List of Things For Duncan To Do" list.
*5:00 - Duncan comes in to wash his hands and eats piece of chocolate cake that is soaked in dishwater. Nice. I talk him into grapes instead and teach him how to wash them (genius!).
*How long until bath (number 2) and bed??? Surived Day 2. Must plan for Day 3.
Briefly, here's how the rest of SP09D2 has gone:
*Duncan decides to take a bath at 3:00. At 3:30, he goes to backyard to dig for dinosaur bones and earthworms. So much for the bath. But Love!When!He!Is!Occupied! Note to self that digging for earthworms makes permanent "List of Things For Duncan To Do" list.
*5:00 - Duncan comes in to wash his hands and eats piece of chocolate cake that is soaked in dishwater. Nice. I talk him into grapes instead and teach him how to wash them (genius!).
*How long until bath (number 2) and bed??? Surived Day 2. Must plan for Day 3.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Ziggy's Tree
I think we planted this in 2003, making it 6 years old. It's so gorgeous! I love that it's the first thing to bloom every year.
Love you Zig.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Happy Fella
My happy, happy darling Finn. 4 months old! Smiles, belly laughs, loves applesauce. Also, whines when put down and begs to be held. Hmmm...
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