Back to...

Taylor is back to work, enabling the boys and I to spend our time traveling back to the 90s. What a scary time. However we're enjoying this. Along with some Sister Hazel, Third Eye Blind, Incubus, Radiohead. Gotta love Junior High...High School for some of my readers...maybe college. How old are you people?

I've realized some of these songs are actually quite suggestive and against my moral beliefs. My innocence of 13. Gone folks, gone.

Pinch me.

Go ahead. Indulge.

Lungs & Jump Start 3D

Due to lung issues with Taylor, Taylor therefore working at home, James getting a new computer game, and the unfortunate crash of our desktop computer we are all very limited on screen time at the moment. Well, except Taylor who is working.

So until said computer gets replaced...maybe by the end of the week. We are still debating between a new desktop or another laptop with docking station and whether this laptop should be regular size or compact...not much will be happening on the blog front.

In quick news however, Hannah has been sleeping 10 to 11 hours at night. It's been heavenly. Now if only the boys could do the same...

Smiling?

I was going to post St. Patrick's Day, but I guess it's not on the SD card I've got handy. So rather then search for it I'll post my attempts at getting a picture of Hannah smiling...

Horton Hears A Who

I think we've found the next best thing since Emperor's New Groove. And honestly people that movie is so hilarious I didn't think it could ever be rivaled. I have seen it at least 40 times. Seriously. Not exaggerating at all. And once was in Russian.

We watched Horton Hears A Who a couple times this weekend as a family. This was laugh out loud funny. Hilarious. I'm sad I missed it for the last year since it came out. But don't worry. We'll make up for lost time. Maybe we'll go watch it again now.

There's a small possibility it's a bunny with cookies, but I wouldn't count on it. Lot a liquid here, lot a liquid. Not now honey, Daddy's having a break down.


And I really don't like Jim Carrey. And I think Steve Carell is not a very clean man. But stick them in a G rated movie and they really are both quite funny.

Please go watch this movie if you haven't. It will increase your happiness.

(On another happiness note, Taylor was able to recover back to March 9 and with my mom leaving the 6th we only lost about 3 days. Yeah!)

James Speak

James spends a good part of Matthias' nap asking me when he can wake Matt up to play. The other day he kept asking about a bazillion times so I finally said "You can get Matt up now." With intense relief in his voice, "Thank you."


So James has started, uh shall we say, stretching the truth a bit lately. The other day he came up to me and says...

James: Matthias put water in my pants.
Me: (his pants were dry) Did you leak in your underwear?
James: No, Matthias put water in my pants.
Me: I didn't hear any water.
James: He got the faucet really quiet and put water down my pants.
Me: And you stood there and let him do this? Go change your underwear. And please don't pee in your pants.


The boys, James especially, are totally into Star Wars right now. We got a huge Star Wars book from the library and James pours over it everyday gleaning random facts. This kid could probably beat you in a trivial pursuit Star Wars edition. As could his Grandma Harvey, I think she read it about eight thousand times while she was here. And we're talking hundreds of pages of Star Wars trivia. So the other night I went to tuck James in and as I turn him back head up in the bed he goes..

"chh, chh, sss (this is a light sabor noise). Lift the light sabor. chh, chh."

In his sleep. When I relate this to Taylor he said, "Yeah tonight when I was getting his pajamas on he was jumping up and down with excitement because he could go to sleep and dream about Star Wars." Now there is a great incentive to get your kids to bed.

Much Rejoicing...and sadness

I've been meaning to blog the leprechaun visit to our home. And fortunately, it will still get up. However March 1-16 is now lost to us forever.

Rex 2, the desktop computer we've hated since the day we bought it, crashed this morning. There was much rejoicing now that we can purchase a new computer.

Until we realized I downloaded March pics earlier this week and didn't run a backup. That's half of Hannah's life folks. And let me tell you, she was doing some exciting stuff. Like laying around, sleeping, and laying around some more. Fortunately my mom was here for the first week of March, so the second week of Hannah' life is highly documented (as long as my Mom still has her pics...)

But last week may be lost to us forever. And I am very sad. She looked so cute last week.

On a happy note we do have two computers (one being our laptop) so I will not be internet deprived at all. James just won't be able to play computer games while a blog...

Purple Birthday Celebration

This post is for my great sisters-in-law Elizabeth and Mindy who are married to my two wonderful brothers. They both love purple (right? or am I making this up??) and they both have birthdays in March. Here is your favorite niece (or second favorite) sporting her purple attire! Happy Birthday gals!




(Here she's wearing what Taylor calls "the dancing queen" headband)

Happy Pi Day

Hope you had yummy pie too!



We were super festive and watched Backyardigans: Samurai Pie

The Princess

James and Matthias spent about 95% of their lives pretending to be knights, heroes, rescuers, Spiderman, Batman, Astroid Man, cowboys, spacemen, Jedi knights, ninjas, etc.

They are absolutely delighted to have their very own maiden in distress. Hannah was dubbed "The Princess" a couple weeks ago and is now an intricate part of their play. Usually she has her own ship/vehicle (her swing or bouncy chair) and they make sure she is alright. The games proceed as usual. Only now every ten minutes or so they check to make sure the princess is okay or set some guard over her to protect her.

Do you think being called The Princess will affect her behavior down the road...??

The Boys

Yesterday Matthias and I were reading stories. All of a sudden Matthias turned to me and said, "Tummy anymore" and pointed at my tummy. Yep. It's much easier for you to sit in my lap now, huh? Very considerate. Unlike James who the day I got home from the hospital said, "You still have a big tummy." Thanks, thanks.

The Birth Of Hannah

(Here is the story as it happened. I have included only a few thoughts and feelings. In the next couple days I will post an in depth analysis of my take on the whole natural childbirth experience. So for those that are just interested in how I felt about it and not every nitty gritty detail you don't have to read this really long post. You can just wait for the next really long one...)

I will start by saying I was really hoping for Hannah on the 19th. Everyone keeps asking why...simply because it was past my due date so more likely and because 2 and 19 are my favorite numbers. So being born on 2/19 would have been cool. When I talked to my mom on Tuesday (the 17th) she said she was kind of thinking it would be the 20th. Come to find out later my dad (without any consulting with my mom) also planned on the 20th. So i fully blame my parents for my not getting my way.

Tuesday at my doctor I was dilated to a 2 which is big for me. Took me 15 hours of labor with James to get that far. Wednesday night I had some contractions which was fairly normal for this pregnancy. With both the boys I had no early labor, no signs of anything happening. So the whole craziness Feb 8-10 was really different for me. Then the continued bleeding and random contractions were kind of annoying since nothing was happening. When I woke up Thursday I had some contractions again, still not abnormal. Taylor went to work, the boys and I went visiting teaching. By this point I was feeling really yucky and crampy and not well. We headed off to play group. When we got home for naps I really felt gross and laid down for a nap. By 2:30 I was having some contractions and I called Taylor and asked him to come home because I just felt yucky and didn't want to chase the boys around. By the time Taylor got home my contractions were fairly regular and about 2 minutes apart. From 3 to 5 they ranged around 2 to 4 minutes apart. We got the boys ready to go and had some dinner.

The family that was taking the boys had the Scout Blue and Gold Banquet so they headed over there and to the church. We drove to the hospital, but I was so worried it wasn't real and that those crazy nurses would bug me that I made Taylor sit out in the parking lot for 30 minutes. Once you go in they never let you out. Finally we went in with the understanding that I would be checked and we'd go home if nothing was happening. I refused to change until they checked me and sure enough I was a 3 1/2 so Taylor said we couldn't go home. With Matthias 5-10 took one hour. (This time it took about 30 minutes when I got to a five).

We called our wonderful, amazing, never could have done it without her doula and I changed into my nightgown. SO, SO much more comfortable than those lousy hospital gowns. After that we alternated between walking the halls, laying/sitting in the tub (best position), sitting on the birthing ball, and laying on the bed. The first four hours weren't too bad. At about 10:30 I was starting to really hurt. My favorite doctor had just come on call. I was only at a 4!! So annoying. At that point it was really hurting and not feeling to great. This is when we had one of the greatest moments. I was laying in the tub and Taylor was sitting on the edge holding my hand. And I just looked at him and it was one of the most powerful and spiritual experience of my life. I love him so much and he loves me and it was amazing.

After that it got really hard and by 11:30 I was losing it and about to die. Just about a 5. Starting to lose all hope of making it before midnight. At this point I made my last move from the tub to the bed. The nurse pulled out the monitors and tried to hook up the uterine moniter. "So I can see when your contractions are" she says. I about blew my top. No, I said. Take it off. Take it off now. I will tell you when I'm having a contractions. Are you serious woman? You need to see when I'm having a contractions? Like I can't tell. No. She took it off.

At one point I remember asking if I was already too late. Nancy (our doula) said she wasn't saying. I said I didn't care anymore and she said we hadn't missed the 19th yet. Some time after this I remember looking up at the clock (which I actually was watching fairly closely all night) and it said 12:06. I was really disappointed, but really what can you do. At that point it was too late.

The last hour was very difficult for me. I had a very hard time relaxing (which is the whole basis of the method we chose) and I was crying for my mom. Taylor and Nancy were wonderful and encouraging, but I didn't believe a word they said. I swear I was screaming my head off, but everyone assures me I was not very loud. Probably they are lying. I was totally crying for my mom and begging for an epidural. Of course they claimed it was too late, but I am really glad I didn't cave with just an hour left. At midnight I was finally a five. After that I moved pretty much every contraction. At 12:20 I started to push.

Everyone talks about the "ring of fire" you feel as you are pushing and it was amazingly accurate. I guess this slows some women down because they tighten up when this happens. I was SO happy to have that feeling. It meant I was almost done since pushing is fast and over with for me. At this point everyone kept saying, "she's almost here", "she's right there", "just one more push" for what felt like an hour. I was getting really annoyed because I had to keep pushing forever which really ended up being 10 minutes. Pushing was hard work, but so relieving because I knew it was almost done. Everyone kept telling me it would stop hurting after she was born and I couldn't wait for that moment. Finally at 12:30 am she arrived.

I remember looking at the clock and thinking, "it's still the 19th in California." But my mom ended up being right and she was born the 20th. After that she laid on my stomach and was so cute and bloody (although Taylor says much less bloody than the boys). I was of course freezing to death and it still hurt. I was really mad about that. Really mad. I had a couple small tears so I was feeling some burning and then obviously the contractions still going until the placenta was out. The cord pulsed for a few minutes and then Taylor cut it.

While in labor I had said "I don't want her to come out and cry at me." But then Hannah was so quiet and I asked, "why doesn't she cry??" So she promptly started crying. It was funny. I nursed her for about 20 minutes. By then I was so cold (convulsive) and tired so we consented to have her go get her newborn work done and off she went with Taylor. This is something I was very disappointed about because I really enjoyed that time right after Matthias was born that we spent together as a family and I loved holding him and being with him. With James I didn't even nurse him or really care to be with him at all because it had been so awful. This was somewhere in between and I was sad to not be feeling well enough to cuddle and snuggle my baby.

Two hours later I woke up and was afraid I had an epidural and was still pregnant and didn't have a baby yet. Fortunately Hannah and Taylor got back about 10 minutes later. Whew.

Because She's So Cute

First trip to the park (you can't actually see the park, but then Hannah didn't really either.)



First story time.


Kristi Mae and Hannah Mae


James loves to play with Hannah.

Daylight Savings Anyone?

Since I don't really think anyone is in great anticipation of my birth story (except Jill and possibly Lesley Larsen) I have been putting it off. Right now I'm not in the mood though, so keep waiting.

Mostly I am really tired! Of course you say, you have a newborn.

Well fortunately I have a newborn who slept 7 hours last night. You read that right. 7 hours and just turning two weeks old tomorrow. Its the crazy boys that are the problem. They've been up since 3:30 am. Alternately of course and they go back to their room for a half hour or so. Then they start rattling the door again. The rattle of that locked door is enough to drive a soul crazy.

So if I can just get my 2 and 4 year olds to sleep until a decent hour. (Really, is 6 too much to ask?) Then maybe we'll all be feeling good around here.

(And just to make everyone a little happier...yesterday Matthias came down the stairs aiming my breast pump and shooting. Amazing sound effects come from that 2-year old mouth. It's a boy thing.)