Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I thought I would post a few of my favorite pictures of Anthony and Tessa. I am very blessed that my daughter has a daddy who loves the Lord.
Well, I had to get up in the middle of the night last night and do that parental duty of hunting for the foochshu. That is what Tessa calls her pacifier. We have no idea where it started and what got her calling it that, but it stuck. So here I am feeling around in the dark for this thing in the general direction Tessa is pointing. Eventually I turn on the light and look in every nook and cranny. I eventually found it in the crib with her. I'm still rolling my eyes.
The hair monster struck at our house with a vengeance today. I have not included my photo in keeping with the "non-offensive" rating of this blog. Trust me on that one.
Our little family has been blessed by the Lord lately.
Tonight, Tessa experienced her first thunderstorm. Well, OK. It wasn't her first exactly, but it was the first she really noticed. She was in the living room reading a book to her baby doll when a huge clap of thunder slammed the house. I have never seen a more scared little girl.
I have had insomnia for two weeks now.
This evening Tessa was looking at Anthony's armpit hair with a puzzled expression on her face. After a few seconds, she pointed at the hair and said, "Daddy's dirty!" I had to laugh...and agree!
Well, we drove to Clement Park today for a little sit-and-watch-Tessa-play good time.
Wednesday was Tessa's first day of preschool. She was so excited about it. I think she had a whole lot of fun. Her teachers said she didn't nap, but sat quietly on her palate and read a book.
OK. I know it's been a while since I've written anything new. But to be honest, there hasn't been a whole lot going on.
The days around here continue to blend one into the next.
Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything. I was kinda hoping to have my next post be a birth announcement. But it is taking FOREVER! I am sad to say, I am still pregnant.
All in all, a pretty good year! And I think it's funny how my posting gets more despondent as the time of pregnancy progresses. It's so much better now! Jack is sleeping for longer stretches at night. So at least there is hope for future sleep. He is smiling every time he wakes up and sees a face. He is also trying to talk. I think he may have found his fist recently and loves to wrap his mouth around it. Tessa loves making him smile and will get in his face and talk to him until he does. This produces lots of laughter and delight. I have caught Anthony ALMOST throwing Jack up into the air. When I told him he was scaring him, he assured me Jack was not the least bit scared. Uh-huh. We are just so blessed and one big happy family right now. Jack has turned out to be the sweetest, easiest baby. Maybe I feel that way because of how hard the pregnancy was towards the end, but I think it's true from an objective point of view, too.
Anyway, brag, brag, brag. Sorry about that. Have a great day!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Yes, these are pictures of a picture. I had to get the photos from the pony ride people because I forgot my camera.
After the pony ride came accident number three! Tessa tried to push the stroller (I was in line getting the photo). She did something and ended up making the whole stroller dump over backwards onto her. Yes, Jack was in the car seat. Here's the kicker--he wasn't buckled in!!!! He was dumped into the back of the stroller (it was a soft landing and he never even woke up, thank God). Tess, however, screamed as though her arm had been cut off or something. She was perfectly fine, just scared. People all around Anthony gasped and stared. I, of course, rushed to the scene of the accident and made sure all was OK. Scared me to death for the second time! The first time happened a few days ago and is a story I promised not to tell. Sorry!
At this point, we just wanted to go home, but we had tickets to the Super Dogs show. What a bust!! Tessa had more fun trying to cheer at all the right places than actually watching the dogs. She was exhausted after 20 minutes and tried to go to sleep in her chair. We left before it was over and made the migration back to our car where we all sat silent the whole trip home. I must be getting old--that was almost too much! And I won't even go into the supposedly private "nursing area" set up at that place. Fun, fun!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Anyway, when Tessa is in BIG trouble, I will call her "Tessa Jane" instead of just Tessa. She almost always understands the seriousness of this added middle name even though she doesn't know what a middle name is. Just the other day, she wanted to get my attention. She tried her usual "Mommy!!!". When that didn't work fast enough, she yelled out "Mommy Jane!!". It has stuck and that is all she calls me now. Oh, and Anthony is "Daddy Jane" if you were wondering.
This afternoon, we were able to capture the little artist in action. She even explained her drawings as she went. Here is a labeled picture (all labels were dictated to me by the little artist).
Click on the picture to see it bigger. The car at the bottom was Daddy Jane's contribution. The little creature in the car was added later by the little artist.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
1. Stay on top of laundry.
2. Cook dinner each night.
3. Go out to a public place at least once with both kids BY MYSELF.
4. Remember Tessa's baths and to periodically check her pull-ups.
5. Stay sane/optimistic.
Here is a list of things that I am using to help me accomplish my list of goals for the week:
3. SLEEP (hahahahaha)
4. ALCOHOL (jk--or am I?) ;)
5. HUSBAND (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
I figure the list of goals will grow as my ability to do more things while juggling two kids improves.
Oh yeah, we took Jack to his two week appointment last week. He is perfect! We are proud of our bouncing baby boy. He slept his first 5-hour stretch a few nights ago. I am hoping this is the beginning of something wonderful and elusive called S-L-E-E-P.
Here are some new pictures thanks to my dad:
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Well, here we are on a Sunday night watching TV while the kids (that's strange to say still) sleep. It has been a very good two and half weeks of family fourdom. Jack had his two week appointment with our new pediatrician (our old one moved away). Not only was Jack an A+ in every way, but the new Dr. is a hottie!
Our lives are obviously very effected by Jack's arrival, but the change is not quite so dramatic as it was with Tessa. I feel GREAT!! Not being pregnant is a state of being I want to have for always and forever. I finally healed enough to feel more like my old self again--someone I haven't seen or heard from since, like, August '08. I have been hauling the kids all over town the last few days. I even had to nurse Jack while sitting on a toilet in the restroom of a restaurant we ate at on New Year's eve. Hey, you do what you gotta do!
A few nights ago, I discovered the wonders of the pacifier all over again. Jack hasn't been a paci kind of kid so far. But I finally "convinced" him to take one and he dropped blissfully into sleep. At 2:00 AM, this seemed like some kind of Red Sea moment that made me want to fall on my knees in thankfulness--which I would have done if I thought I would make it up again. That extra hour of sleep was like finding $50 in a pocket of some pants you haven't worn in a year. So when the next night rolled around and the pacifier was MISSING, I almost had a "moment". You probably know what I mean. It was 9:30 and I was tired and I just couldn't face the night without that little wonder. So we searched the house and the car for 20 minutes before we admitted to ourselves that it was gone. That's when my wonderful and beautiful husband got in the car and drove to the store and bought a package of paci's.
Getting to church has been an exercise in flexibility. And patience. And unconditional love. We just don't have things down yet. There is so much to do! And there is no real way to get out of the building quickly when people press in on all sides to admire the little cutie in the car seat. Plus, our car is TINY now that there are two car seats in the back. We need a bigger vehicle in a bad way. I am extremely against mini vans. For some reason I hate them. But I see the convenience--and I wish I had it! Maybe not in a mini van, but there are other options.
OK. Well, it's almost 9:30. I really need to go to bed. The nights are long. I look forward to sleep when it comes back around (what is it, like, 7 years?).