Looks like my little man prefers the thumb to the pacifier.
Either way, he sure is cute.
June 24, 2008
June 10, 2008
May 31, 2008
I Heart Our New Fence.
What a wonderful thing to be able to take my two and a half year old outside to play in our backyard without constantly chasing after him for fear that he will either:
a. descend over a large embankment, or
b. run into the street in front of an oncoming car!
a. descend over a large embankment, or
b. run into the street in front of an oncoming car!
May 29, 2008
Cries of Solidarity
I took Luke to the pediatrician today for his two-month check up. I was dreading this trip for two reasons:
1. I knew he would be receiving a series of shots.
2. I had to take both boys without the convenience of a double stroller thanks to a recent ordering fiasco with a certain baby store.
I decided to push Jonah in the stroller as he has a tendency to run away from me, particularly in parking lots for some reason. I carried Luke in the Graco car seat carrier. About halfway through the walk from the parking garage to the doctor's office, I realized this was perhaps not the best transportation scenario but there was no turning back at that point.
Once we arrived at the doctor, I spent a good five minutes trying to convince Jonah that he was not here to see the doctor. I finally quieted him with some juice and goldfish.
Luke weighed in at 11 and a half pounds and was 23 and 1/4 inches in height. Not too shabby. The doctor thought Luke had some baby eczema but it turned out to be dried oatmeal that Jonah had placed on his head when he kissed him this morning. All was going well until the nurse came in to give Luke his shots.
On cue, Luke, Jonah and I all cried at the same time. Luke was crying due to physical pain and I was crying because I am an overly emotional, hypersensitive mama. I was most surprised by Jonah's reaction as real tears were pouring from his eyes and he looked absolutely horrified that someone would cause harm to his little brother. I was really quite moved by him.
When we got back to the car, Jonah insisted on giving Luke a kiss and a pat on his head before getting into his car seat. He has officially assumed the role of staunch protector at age 2 and a half. And with such ease. You amaze me, my sweet Jonah Bear!
1. I knew he would be receiving a series of shots.
2. I had to take both boys without the convenience of a double stroller thanks to a recent ordering fiasco with a certain baby store.
I decided to push Jonah in the stroller as he has a tendency to run away from me, particularly in parking lots for some reason. I carried Luke in the Graco car seat carrier. About halfway through the walk from the parking garage to the doctor's office, I realized this was perhaps not the best transportation scenario but there was no turning back at that point.
Once we arrived at the doctor, I spent a good five minutes trying to convince Jonah that he was not here to see the doctor. I finally quieted him with some juice and goldfish.
Luke weighed in at 11 and a half pounds and was 23 and 1/4 inches in height. Not too shabby. The doctor thought Luke had some baby eczema but it turned out to be dried oatmeal that Jonah had placed on his head when he kissed him this morning. All was going well until the nurse came in to give Luke his shots.
On cue, Luke, Jonah and I all cried at the same time. Luke was crying due to physical pain and I was crying because I am an overly emotional, hypersensitive mama. I was most surprised by Jonah's reaction as real tears were pouring from his eyes and he looked absolutely horrified that someone would cause harm to his little brother. I was really quite moved by him.
When we got back to the car, Jonah insisted on giving Luke a kiss and a pat on his head before getting into his car seat. He has officially assumed the role of staunch protector at age 2 and a half. And with such ease. You amaze me, my sweet Jonah Bear!
May 25, 2008
For Heather.
A Child's Angel
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.
So one day he asked God:
They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?
Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.
But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy.
Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy.
And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?
Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.
And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?
Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.
I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?
Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.
But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.
Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly:
Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.
Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel: Mommy
Godspeed little Lincoln!
April 1, 2008
My Luke.
I often wondered throughout my pregnancy how I was going to possibly be able to love my second son as much as I loved my first. I worried about how well I would make the transition from one to two children and about how Jonah would feel about his brother and about me when I had less time to spend with him. Somehow God managed to address these fears the moment he arrived. I was overwhelmed with him. And when Jonah saw him for the first time, he was overwhelmed with him. And as I sit here typing this, I have a little one asleep on my lap and my big boy playing with a toy at my feet. Every now and again, Jonah looks up and says, "B, A, B, Y - baby!" Is there such a thing more precious? Today, I feel content and complete, knowing that this is the way things are supposed to be.
Isn't it funny how we often spend so much time consumed in thought, fretting about that which we have no control, only to find that when that moment arrives God has already done the work for us? He has been gently working on my heart these last nine months, creating a special space for Luke to reside and leaving more than ample room for my sweet Jonah bear.
My Luke entered into the world at 2:43 p.m. on Friday, March 28. I had visited the doctor the day before and was informed that I was 4 cm dilated and almost completely effaced. As I was still measuring small and was technically in active labor, he made the decision to induce the next day. Thankfully, my parents had arrived earlier in the day to take care of Jonah. Later that evening, Todd and I received a call from the hospital asking us to check at 5 a.m. the next morning.
My friend, Mary Ann - a labor and delivery nurse - met Todd, my mom and me at the hospital at 6 a.m. and helped us check in. She came in on her day off just to help deliver me, and let me just say how wonderfully calming it was to see a familiar face in the midst of the hospital protocol. She put in my IV and started the petocin. About a hour later, Dr. Fairbrother arrived to break my water.
By 1:00 p.m., I was fully dilated and ready to push, but Dr. Fairbrother had to complete an emergency cesarean and asked me to wait about an hour and let Luke's head drop a bit lower. She returned at 2:00 p.m. to deliver baby. Despite my pushing, for some reason, Luke would not move down further. Dr. Fairbrother was a bit worried because his heart rate dropped a bit. Thankfully, after 45 minutes of pushing, Luke was finally born occiput posterior or "sunny side up." Dr. Fairbrother said normally when the baby is in that position, it usually results in an emergency C-section. Aside from a bit of bruising, both Luke and I were fine.
I will never forget the first time I saw Luke's face and heard his tiny cry and how that cry negated all pain and fear. And now we are home together, just me and my boys, learning each other and what it's like to be four instead of three. What a blessing.
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