Sunday, December 09, 2007
start 'em young
my cuz holly is in town from san fran so we had to introduce her to the famous salt lick bbq joint. of course, the boys were in tow as well. these boys are definitely native texans and took to the ribs like, well, a cow to the lick! abel was especially enamored with jordan's baby backs and at one point started screaming at the top of his lungs for more! we finished off our meal with a piece of the most amazing pecan pie ala mode, and the boys had their first taste of ice cream. it was like the nectar of gods. serious moaning and groaning!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
festival of light
happy hanukkah, y'all!
abie ripping into the boys' first hanukkah present:
it's a dreidel!
oz lets 'er rip:
our tradition of lighting the candles begins:
abie ripping into the boys' first hanukkah present:
it's a dreidel!
oz lets 'er rip:
our tradition of lighting the candles begins:
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
seeing double doubles
the boys had so much fun today playing with forest and logan (of the the joys of twins claim to fame). it's amazing when you get two sets of twins together. so much action and excitement! forest and logan turn one next week - what an awesome accomplishment - for them and especially for their mama, dawn! they are both walking so well and oz and abie were watching carefully. so much so that they both were practicing their hands-free balancing like mad when we got home from the playground. the boys were so tuckered from their non-stop playing that they went down for their afternoon nap immediately and have been snoozing for two hours now!
it wasn't easy getting them lined up for a photo shoot, but here are my best shots:
it wasn't easy getting them lined up for a photo shoot, but here are my best shots:
Monday, December 03, 2007
10 month boasts
we're all so proud of our kiddos, it's hard not to constantly wax about all the incredible things they do on a daily basis. abie picked lint up off the floor and studied it for a minute! ozzy blew raspberries with a big mouthful of oatmeal and it sprayed all over the wall!
i try to be low-key when it comes to talking about what the boys can, or can't, do. but lately i've noticed some pretty cool things happening that i want to mention for the sake of posterity, since this blog will more than likely become their baby book(s).
it seems like some major synapses are firing in our little abel. in the past week, abie is now signing for milk! go figure, i don't often nurse on demand, so i feel like i'm letting him down a little when he starts making the sign when he's, say, getting his diaper changed before his nap. can't begrudge him for trying, though! he is also doing "how big is abie?" and reaches his hands high in the sky before i can even get "so big!" out.
both ozzy and abie have been clapping like little maniacs for a while and wave to whoever they see. oz gets so excited when he sees his dad come home at the end of the day that he waves with so much force he nearly knocks himself over! they both also do "high five," which i started as a distraction when ozzy tries to whack my face...he gets a little rambunctious at times.
they both dance when you sing or put music on, but abie really gets his groove on in a major way. he does what we call the "ray charles," where he sways his head from side to side. when he really likes what he hears, or if he's super excited (like when i come into the room after their nap), he wiggles his entire body with so much verve! oz does his version of the white man's overbite - sticking his tongue out and bouncing up and down.
gross motor-wise, they are doing all the typical stuff. crawling around every where, going from room to room, standing on anything they can pull/push up on, cruising on furniture. they are both starting to experiment a bit with letting go and over the past few days they have both stood independently for several seconds. they absolutely love the playground and ozzy has garnered the nickname "the little escape artist." he'll high-tail it across the playground and stand up on the wrought iron gate where matilda is and bounce up and down. he's super adventerous and will just take off - sure, he'll throw me a few look backs as he's speed crawling away, just to make sure i've got my eye on him.
the boys are serious foodies. they just love everything about it! we took them to a brazilian churrascaria yesterday and they sampled everything that was safe and appropriate: fresh mozzarella, marinated shitake mushrooms, chicken, filet, fried plantains and mashed potatoes. oz loves to feed himself and is quite good at grabbing food and getting it in his mouth however he can. abie likes to be fed. he's a lay-on-the-couch-and-feed-me-grapes-as-i-recline kind of guy. they are boys after my own heart; their new fav food is mac and cheese (amy's brand).
in terms of play, the boys mostly love non-toy items. tupperware, balls, books, the formula can, the garbage can, and of course any knob or pull on any cabinet. a few weeks ago they started playing peek-a-boo with each other using their curtains. it sends them into hysterics. they also love playing peek-a-boo with us - when we change their diaper, they'll pull their blanket over their face and rip it down over and over and over again. they also love chasing us, matilda and ally (the cat).
our days are filled with all types of conversations. today, ozzy talked with his dad for about 5 minutes on the phone. here's the jist:
jordan: eh
ozzy: eh
jordan: eh
ozzy: eh
jordan: ahhhhh!
ozzy: eeeeahhh!
jordan: eh
ozzy: eh
they both love to scream at one another at the tops of their lungs. jordan eggs them on, especially when i'm feeding them. let's just say i've seen a lot of mashed up food in my kiddos' mouth' lately.
there's our boast-post. so what are your kids doing? hmmmm????
i try to be low-key when it comes to talking about what the boys can, or can't, do. but lately i've noticed some pretty cool things happening that i want to mention for the sake of posterity, since this blog will more than likely become their baby book(s).
it seems like some major synapses are firing in our little abel. in the past week, abie is now signing for milk! go figure, i don't often nurse on demand, so i feel like i'm letting him down a little when he starts making the sign when he's, say, getting his diaper changed before his nap. can't begrudge him for trying, though! he is also doing "how big is abie?" and reaches his hands high in the sky before i can even get "so big!" out.
both ozzy and abie have been clapping like little maniacs for a while and wave to whoever they see. oz gets so excited when he sees his dad come home at the end of the day that he waves with so much force he nearly knocks himself over! they both also do "high five," which i started as a distraction when ozzy tries to whack my face...he gets a little rambunctious at times.
they both dance when you sing or put music on, but abie really gets his groove on in a major way. he does what we call the "ray charles," where he sways his head from side to side. when he really likes what he hears, or if he's super excited (like when i come into the room after their nap), he wiggles his entire body with so much verve! oz does his version of the white man's overbite - sticking his tongue out and bouncing up and down.
gross motor-wise, they are doing all the typical stuff. crawling around every where, going from room to room, standing on anything they can pull/push up on, cruising on furniture. they are both starting to experiment a bit with letting go and over the past few days they have both stood independently for several seconds. they absolutely love the playground and ozzy has garnered the nickname "the little escape artist." he'll high-tail it across the playground and stand up on the wrought iron gate where matilda is and bounce up and down. he's super adventerous and will just take off - sure, he'll throw me a few look backs as he's speed crawling away, just to make sure i've got my eye on him.
the boys are serious foodies. they just love everything about it! we took them to a brazilian churrascaria yesterday and they sampled everything that was safe and appropriate: fresh mozzarella, marinated shitake mushrooms, chicken, filet, fried plantains and mashed potatoes. oz loves to feed himself and is quite good at grabbing food and getting it in his mouth however he can. abie likes to be fed. he's a lay-on-the-couch-and-feed-me-grapes-as-i-recline kind of guy. they are boys after my own heart; their new fav food is mac and cheese (amy's brand).
in terms of play, the boys mostly love non-toy items. tupperware, balls, books, the formula can, the garbage can, and of course any knob or pull on any cabinet. a few weeks ago they started playing peek-a-boo with each other using their curtains. it sends them into hysterics. they also love playing peek-a-boo with us - when we change their diaper, they'll pull their blanket over their face and rip it down over and over and over again. they also love chasing us, matilda and ally (the cat).
our days are filled with all types of conversations. today, ozzy talked with his dad for about 5 minutes on the phone. here's the jist:
jordan: eh
ozzy: eh
jordan: eh
ozzy: eh
jordan: ahhhhh!
ozzy: eeeeahhh!
jordan: eh
ozzy: eh
they both love to scream at one another at the tops of their lungs. jordan eggs them on, especially when i'm feeding them. let's just say i've seen a lot of mashed up food in my kiddos' mouth' lately.
there's our boast-post. so what are your kids doing? hmmmm????
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
adventures in eating
our boys love to eat. they love everything about it, from the mushy textures of soft tropical fruit, to creamy mac-and-cheese, to banging on the table with spoons (okay, so maybe i speculate a bit).
we're exposing them to as many safe foods as they are willing to try. abie continues to love everything we give him. oz has some speculation about things at first, but he's a good sport about trying, and most of the time he ends up liking things after a few bites. lately they've had chili, sag paneer, double baked potato, tortilla crusted catfish, cranberry sauce and queso.
we love taking them out to eat and lately we've been trying to meet jordan once a week for lunch. today we took them to shady grove, a fun eatery right by zilker park. it's old-timey trailer park kitschy and the boys loved it. they entertained all the tables around us, plus the wait staff, with their pterodactyl screeches, waves and claps. they truly are a hoot!
the boys:
we're exposing them to as many safe foods as they are willing to try. abie continues to love everything we give him. oz has some speculation about things at first, but he's a good sport about trying, and most of the time he ends up liking things after a few bites. lately they've had chili, sag paneer, double baked potato, tortilla crusted catfish, cranberry sauce and queso.
we love taking them out to eat and lately we've been trying to meet jordan once a week for lunch. today we took them to shady grove, a fun eatery right by zilker park. it's old-timey trailer park kitschy and the boys loved it. they entertained all the tables around us, plus the wait staff, with their pterodactyl screeches, waves and claps. they truly are a hoot!
the boys:
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
the honeymoon is over
in the words of my goddess yoga teacher, today i'm officially "on my moon." if you don't know what that means, you're probably of the male gender and wouldn't be interested in this post anyways. but i thought it was a nice sounding way of putting "it."
it's been a long time coming - 19 months to be exact. well, jordan would correct you and say 19 months and 4 days, since my LMP was on may 23 (2006!!!), a date we said so many times to various doctors that i don't think he'll ever forget it. it's also the boys' 10 month birthday today. and it's just three days off from the full moon. i have to say i'm kind of in awe of it all!
it came with little fanfare, thank goodness. i had a hunch about it yesterday after feeling mildly crampy. i feel rather lucky, actually. 19 months - with 10 months postpartum - is a pretty glorious stretch to not have to deal with it.
so, with that, the honeymoon is officially over. well, at least not until next time (did i just say that?!). or if jordan has his way, not until i hit menopause!
it's been a long time coming - 19 months to be exact. well, jordan would correct you and say 19 months and 4 days, since my LMP was on may 23 (2006!!!), a date we said so many times to various doctors that i don't think he'll ever forget it. it's also the boys' 10 month birthday today. and it's just three days off from the full moon. i have to say i'm kind of in awe of it all!
it came with little fanfare, thank goodness. i had a hunch about it yesterday after feeling mildly crampy. i feel rather lucky, actually. 19 months - with 10 months postpartum - is a pretty glorious stretch to not have to deal with it.
so, with that, the honeymoon is officially over. well, at least not until next time (did i just say that?!). or if jordan has his way, not until i hit menopause!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
level playing field
while we try hard not to "compare" the boys, as they quickly approach their 10 month birthday i can't help but notice how things are evening out. they have taken very different paths in terms of development - ozzy cruising through the gross motor stuff, and abie excelling in the fine motor arena.
we wondered as abie clapped, waved and gabbed about, when ozzy would join in. likewise, when oz-man was crawling from room to room of the house, we couldn't help but ask ourselves, "doesn't abie want to play follow the leader?"
the past few weeks have been all about the boys "catching up" to one another in these various skills. oz busted out his clapping and consonants one day, as if they had been there all along. and while abie had demonstrated he could crawl months ago, it wasn't until last week that he decided to use it for true mobility. the very next day he beat oz in a race to the empty can they were chasing.
they now stand in a place where their skills are more-or-less equally matched, and it's so much fun to see how this changes their interaction. new games of peek-a-boo have been discovered, chase and hide-and-go-seek are becoming staples. long conversations using every consonant in their repertoire take place during breakfast. and the unexpected meeting behind a door or around the couch that sends them into giggles and claps galore.
it's a fun time in the house right now as they explore and discover things together, and on their own. i can't help but marvel at how wonderful it is to witness how TWO babies walk their own path...and end up at the same destination with big smiles on their faces. how lucky and privileged we are to be a part of their journeys!
we wondered as abie clapped, waved and gabbed about, when ozzy would join in. likewise, when oz-man was crawling from room to room of the house, we couldn't help but ask ourselves, "doesn't abie want to play follow the leader?"
the past few weeks have been all about the boys "catching up" to one another in these various skills. oz busted out his clapping and consonants one day, as if they had been there all along. and while abie had demonstrated he could crawl months ago, it wasn't until last week that he decided to use it for true mobility. the very next day he beat oz in a race to the empty can they were chasing.
they now stand in a place where their skills are more-or-less equally matched, and it's so much fun to see how this changes their interaction. new games of peek-a-boo have been discovered, chase and hide-and-go-seek are becoming staples. long conversations using every consonant in their repertoire take place during breakfast. and the unexpected meeting behind a door or around the couch that sends them into giggles and claps galore.
it's a fun time in the house right now as they explore and discover things together, and on their own. i can't help but marvel at how wonderful it is to witness how TWO babies walk their own path...and end up at the same destination with big smiles on their faces. how lucky and privileged we are to be a part of their journeys!
Friday, November 23, 2007
daytripping
it was a gorgeous, brisk fall day in austin today so we took alex and the boys to zilker park and then for some shopping along south congress. sorry the pics are so crummy but we only had our phones with us. the boys loved the ducks, coots and egrets in barton springs, but the best part was the ultimate playground with enormous xylophones for the boys to bang on...okay, so we were the one's doing the banging and it was so much fun!
t-day with the silverboys
our friend alex came in from chicago to celebrate thanksgiving with us. he brought cool new "ugly" stuffed creatures, which abel immediately fell in love with. abie starts his thanksgiving binge by munching on uglydog's ear:
the boys are fascinated with standing at the french doors and looking at the backyard. here ozzy and dad play a game of "look but can't touch:"
we decided to buck tradition this year and have a particularly texas thanksgiving dinner. jordan get's ready to throw three racks of baby back ribs on the smoker. yummmmm....
the finished product. oz tries to grab and feed dad some ribs:
dinner was full of excitement! oz choked on a cheerio and i had to almost perform the heimlich. luckily it popped out when i put him way up over my shoulder and gave a good pat on the back. i've never taken action so quickly in my life (although, this isn't the first time i've had to come to a choking rescue. many years back i did the heimlich on a woman in a japanese restaurant who choked on some shabu-shabu). and of course, dinner activities wouldn't be complete without the boys' playing a rousing game of peek-a-boo with their trays. here is abel demonstrating:
the boys are fascinated with standing at the french doors and looking at the backyard. here ozzy and dad play a game of "look but can't touch:"
we decided to buck tradition this year and have a particularly texas thanksgiving dinner. jordan get's ready to throw three racks of baby back ribs on the smoker. yummmmm....
the finished product. oz tries to grab and feed dad some ribs:
dinner was full of excitement! oz choked on a cheerio and i had to almost perform the heimlich. luckily it popped out when i put him way up over my shoulder and gave a good pat on the back. i've never taken action so quickly in my life (although, this isn't the first time i've had to come to a choking rescue. many years back i did the heimlich on a woman in a japanese restaurant who choked on some shabu-shabu). and of course, dinner activities wouldn't be complete without the boys' playing a rousing game of peek-a-boo with their trays. here is abel demonstrating:
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
a new room with a view
last weekend we decided to overhaul the boys' environment. i'm a total believer in the socio-spatial dialectic - meaning our space shapes us, and we shape our space. i dig it on a grander scale in terms of how our cities are structured to facilitate (or not) our experience. i also know how important home space is to our overall well-being. we knew things weren't working for the boys and how they used (or didn't use) their room, and as well things just felt chaotic and haphazard with the "play area" we had designated on the rug in front of our couch.
so we recruited the help of our friend carrie contey (www.earlyparenting.com) and she did an evaluation of our house and how we can make it safer and friendlier (ala montessori-style) for the boys. so we jumped in head first and after a few days of planning, a massive IKEA shopping list, and a weekend full of power drilling and furniture lifting, we've made a brilliant shift.
so we recruited the help of our friend carrie contey (www.earlyparenting.com) and she did an evaluation of our house and how we can make it safer and friendlier (ala montessori-style) for the boys. so we jumped in head first and after a few days of planning, a massive IKEA shopping list, and a weekend full of power drilling and furniture lifting, we've made a brilliant shift.
we swapped the boys' room and the guest room, which boasts three huge windows where they can stand and watch the world go by. the colorful curtains have become the boy' favorite attraction where they sit and play peek-a-boo with each other for sometimes 15 minutes. and we installed some rad IKEA box shelves at the perfect height for standing and cruising (but that they'll also grow into), where we only put out a few toys at a time and swap 'em out every few days for a nice surprise.
in the living room, we created a similar play area with the box shelves. now when i put the boys down, they immediately crawl to their play "stations" and go to town. and their bedroom has become so much for them. a place to play, explore, hone their skills, but also rest. it's made diaper changes and getting ready for naps effective, fun and (best yet) fuss-free. we all are thrilled with our new spaces!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
party like rock stars
we had some drizzle on our morning walk and so it was the perfect opportunity to punk the guys out. they responded accordingly.
abie gets nutty:
ozzy's all mellow with his mohawk:
abie gets nutty:
ozzy's all mellow with his mohawk:
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Regarding Tracey's Previous Post
okay, this is Jordan... Tracey is in the other room. this is
regarding her previous entry... if Abel wants to become a ballerina,
then fine, I'll support him. all the more reason to learn gracie jiu
jitsu, he will have to learn to defend himself... that is all!
regarding her previous entry... if Abel wants to become a ballerina,
then fine, I'll support him. all the more reason to learn gracie jiu
jitsu, he will have to learn to defend himself... that is all!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
budding ballerina
baby it's cold outside
chilly enough this morning to pull out the fleece and caps. being
chicagoans, i think we're missing - just a little bit - the cold that
tells us it's winter time and the holidays. we broke out the cold
weather clothing faster than you could say "snow." even though we
wax nostalgic for winter, we can't help but get giddy when we go for
our evening walk in mid-November and it's a balmy 70 degrees.
in just about a month, the boys will experience some real chilliness
as we head to the midwest for christmas. cross your fingers it's a
white one for us!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
look who's talking
oz started his consonants yesterday and it's been nothing but "dadadada" non-stop. i have to say, it's a little weird hearing him talk all of a sudden. he's been jabbering in vowels for so long, and abel's been saying consonants for a few months, that it was one of the best way to distinguish them! oz sounds exactly like abie now, so when they're in their cribs babbling away, i can't figure out whose talking. it sure is cute though!
i wanna hold your hand
oskar LOVES to hold abie's hand, especially in the stroller. abie tolerates it, at best. oz is so single-minded, and quite forceful about it - he must have abel's hand at all cost. he will grab it, pull on abel's sleeve, collar, etc. abie puts up a good fight. if only abel wanted oz to hold his hand, it would be so sweet!
Friday, November 09, 2007
torture
lately jordan and i are all about torturing our boys. like pow-interrogation style. we figure it's never too early to teach these guys about the harsh realities of life and toughen them up. i'm actually thinking about sending these ideas to our CIA and different branches of the armed forces, we've found them THAT effective!
here is our step-by-step guide to making your child-prisoner truly miserable:
1. change their diaper - oh my gosh, this one works so well. especially if you force them to lay on their backs during the change. well, force is a tricky word. those lil' buggers are strong and resistant these days, despite of all the torture going on, and usually manage to either roll and crawl or get to a stand somehow. don't let their smiles of satisfaction fool you. torture can be just as effective when diapering in alternative positions.
2. put on a shirt or onesie over-the-head - this one can illicit blood-curdling screams if done just right. combined with tight-cuffed sleeves and you've got yourself several minutes worth of pure misery.
3. wipe face after meal of gruel - well, we're not barbarians over here. the gruel is homemade at least, and our prisoner-children seem to enjoy it. which makes the torture that much more effective! the boys are lulled into content and then - whamo - torture with the warm, wet paper towel. misery is amplified if gruel is sticky (i.e. prunes) and requires some effort to get off face. misery is tripled if said towel is wet with tepid or cold water. torture reaches code-red when technique is paired with a rousing-round of "little red caboose."
there you have it! my guess is it will take another month or two for these techniques to really sink in and harden our kids. there is no limit to our creativity, however. i'm confident we will adapt and develop ever more brutal torture for them to endure.
here is our step-by-step guide to making your child-prisoner truly miserable:
1. change their diaper - oh my gosh, this one works so well. especially if you force them to lay on their backs during the change. well, force is a tricky word. those lil' buggers are strong and resistant these days, despite of all the torture going on, and usually manage to either roll and crawl or get to a stand somehow. don't let their smiles of satisfaction fool you. torture can be just as effective when diapering in alternative positions.
2. put on a shirt or onesie over-the-head - this one can illicit blood-curdling screams if done just right. combined with tight-cuffed sleeves and you've got yourself several minutes worth of pure misery.
3. wipe face after meal of gruel - well, we're not barbarians over here. the gruel is homemade at least, and our prisoner-children seem to enjoy it. which makes the torture that much more effective! the boys are lulled into content and then - whamo - torture with the warm, wet paper towel. misery is amplified if gruel is sticky (i.e. prunes) and requires some effort to get off face. misery is tripled if said towel is wet with tepid or cold water. torture reaches code-red when technique is paired with a rousing-round of "little red caboose."
there you have it! my guess is it will take another month or two for these techniques to really sink in and harden our kids. there is no limit to our creativity, however. i'm confident we will adapt and develop ever more brutal torture for them to endure.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
the road to freedom
now that the boys are 9 months, i have to admit i've been thinking a lot about how this whole weaning thing is going to happen. i'm definitely committed to nursing these dudes until one year (give or take a few weeks, or months!). i mean, we've made it this far, through all the misery and crying and reflux and anti-latching and crying (it deserves two mentions) and bouncing on the stability ball while nursing (i'm serious with this one!) and mastitis and plugged ducts...need i go one?! twelve months minimum is what it is, given what it took to get these guys to actually nurse effectively, let alone ENJOY it! we've got it down though, and have since about 4 months, and now our days are punctuated by roughly 5 "sessions," each about 10 minutes tops. not bad.
this weekend i made the bold and totally compulsive decision to eliminate my end-of-the-day pump. j and i watched "the letters of iwo jima" (excellent flic) and got through about half of "death proof" (not so excellent) when the time came for me to pump. j always conveniently reminds me, and then it takes me about 15-20 minutes to actually bring myself to do it. it's like the chore you absolutely hate to do and have to talk yourself into. it was then and there that i decided i would much rather go to bed, and screw the pumping! the boys DON'T need the extra milk mixed into their oatmeal every day. sure, it might taste better, but who cares?! and so i skipped it. it was that easy. and i skipped it the day after. and the day after that. and that's that!
the pump is still conveniently sitting next to the computer, should i decide in some moment of insanity (or engorged boobs) that i need to use it again. but for now, i think i'm done with it. and trust me, this is a celebration that deserves a big night out on the town for. because at one point i interacted more with the pump than with my husband. like nine times a day more. and i know many of you reading this post right now are saying "amen, sister!" jordan and i are trying to line up a babysitter as we speak so we can celebrate appropriately. but my relationship to this pump is definitely bittersweet, and i have to pat it on the back for getting me through this. for if it not for the pump, i wouldn't have been able to do the past 9 months. my kiddos would have never gotten mom's milk in the first place. and for that i will always be grateful to that damn machine. as you can see, i love it and i hate it.
so with that, i have made my first step on the road to freedom. freedom from tubes and flanges, freedom from what looks like an innocent backpack, freedom from that constant droning motor, freedom from the porno tube top. and ultimately freedom from these two beautiful little men who still own my body...for the time being.
p.s. i need to give a grateful shout-out to my dear friend dana who, if it were not for her letting me borrow her pump, i would not be writing this today. this pump has walked a million miles, girlfriend, and i owe you big-time. xo.
this weekend i made the bold and totally compulsive decision to eliminate my end-of-the-day pump. j and i watched "the letters of iwo jima" (excellent flic) and got through about half of "death proof" (not so excellent) when the time came for me to pump. j always conveniently reminds me, and then it takes me about 15-20 minutes to actually bring myself to do it. it's like the chore you absolutely hate to do and have to talk yourself into. it was then and there that i decided i would much rather go to bed, and screw the pumping! the boys DON'T need the extra milk mixed into their oatmeal every day. sure, it might taste better, but who cares?! and so i skipped it. it was that easy. and i skipped it the day after. and the day after that. and that's that!
the pump is still conveniently sitting next to the computer, should i decide in some moment of insanity (or engorged boobs) that i need to use it again. but for now, i think i'm done with it. and trust me, this is a celebration that deserves a big night out on the town for. because at one point i interacted more with the pump than with my husband. like nine times a day more. and i know many of you reading this post right now are saying "amen, sister!" jordan and i are trying to line up a babysitter as we speak so we can celebrate appropriately. but my relationship to this pump is definitely bittersweet, and i have to pat it on the back for getting me through this. for if it not for the pump, i wouldn't have been able to do the past 9 months. my kiddos would have never gotten mom's milk in the first place. and for that i will always be grateful to that damn machine. as you can see, i love it and i hate it.
so with that, i have made my first step on the road to freedom. freedom from tubes and flanges, freedom from what looks like an innocent backpack, freedom from that constant droning motor, freedom from the porno tube top. and ultimately freedom from these two beautiful little men who still own my body...for the time being.
p.s. i need to give a grateful shout-out to my dear friend dana who, if it were not for her letting me borrow her pump, i would not be writing this today. this pump has walked a million miles, girlfriend, and i owe you big-time. xo.
one two punch
ozzy got his first tooth this morning and by noon his second one had come in, too! nothing like getting it over with in one felt swoop. way to go, oz!
Sunday, November 04, 2007
first word
i became a puddle of mush today. i was doing dishes while jordan was playing on the kitchen floor with the boys. abel was sitting on jordan's lap and he started fussing and making motions towards me. all of a sudden he reached his hands up and said, "mama mama." i dropped everything and ran to him, picked him up and gave him so many kisses.
that first word is just unbelievable. i still keep wondering if it was all a coincidence. jordan thinks it was as intentional as you can get. does it really matter, though? it was pure magic.
that first word is just unbelievable. i still keep wondering if it was all a coincidence. jordan thinks it was as intentional as you can get. does it really matter, though? it was pure magic.
morning coffee
Friday, November 02, 2007
i spy
our day isn't complete without a peek (or two) into the boys' room while they are sleeping. there is honestly nothing like creeping into their room and gazing down into their cribs. my heart and my brain say, "those are MY babies in there sleeping...oh my gosh, look at how they are sleeping with their butts sticking way up in the air!...i wish i could just nuzzle and snuzzle them right now...or maybe take a big bite of their bellies!...how did i get so lucky...they are just so darn beautiful."
we've had some pretty hysterical moments tip-toeing around their room, too. i guess our guys fall on the "light" end of the sleeping spectrum, a trait they definitely inherited from their father (i can sleep through a herd of cattle running next to me). as we've been peering down, straining to see our sweet ones in the darkness, all of a sudden one (or both!) start stretching, rolling, making noises, etc. i wish i had a hidden camera to watch j and i duck down on the floor and hand-signal to each other what our plan of escape will be. we've actually crawled out of their room a few times!
even with these close calls, i doubt our spying will end anytime soon.
we've had some pretty hysterical moments tip-toeing around their room, too. i guess our guys fall on the "light" end of the sleeping spectrum, a trait they definitely inherited from their father (i can sleep through a herd of cattle running next to me). as we've been peering down, straining to see our sweet ones in the darkness, all of a sudden one (or both!) start stretching, rolling, making noises, etc. i wish i had a hidden camera to watch j and i duck down on the floor and hand-signal to each other what our plan of escape will be. we've actually crawled out of their room a few times!
even with these close calls, i doubt our spying will end anytime soon.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
nine month stats
doc hudson was quite impressed with our boys' growth curve today:
abie
18lb 13oz
27.5 inches
head: 17 3/4
ozzy
19lb 6oz
27.5 inches
head: 17 3/4
they've crossed several percentage lines from their 6mo, jumping from the 10th percentile to 25% for weight and 50% for height and head. yay boys!
j and i have a tradition of trying to guess their weights before the appt. we were both pretty close this time, but i pegged ozzy as a 20lber, mainly because he just feels so much heavier than abie. it's funny what a difference 9 oz makes on your biceps!
other news...the doc saw a tooth bud ready to pop out of ozzy's gum. he gave it 48 hours. looks like we'll have a little stumpy white in oz's mouth soon, too!
abie
18lb 13oz
27.5 inches
head: 17 3/4
ozzy
19lb 6oz
27.5 inches
head: 17 3/4
they've crossed several percentage lines from their 6mo, jumping from the 10th percentile to 25% for weight and 50% for height and head. yay boys!
j and i have a tradition of trying to guess their weights before the appt. we were both pretty close this time, but i pegged ozzy as a 20lber, mainly because he just feels so much heavier than abie. it's funny what a difference 9 oz makes on your biceps!
other news...the doc saw a tooth bud ready to pop out of ozzy's gum. he gave it 48 hours. looks like we'll have a little stumpy white in oz's mouth soon, too!
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