Sunday, August 18, 2013
What with the Google Reader now extinct, I'm not even sure if anyone subscribes to this blog any more. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't it's been hit and miss for a couple of years now. Mostly miss.
But I'm trying to get back in the groove, and I'm starting with a new blog to document our homeschooling journey. Whether it be a short jaunt down the road or we pave it into an interstate, I'm going to try to journal it more closely online at Apostolic Honor Academy.
Right now my kids are being as loud as possible and I've been ignoring it for a few minutes, so I'm gonna jump off here and referee awhile. Hopefully it won't take a few months.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
One of the things we miss most about each kid learning to talk is the way they say basic phrases. I'm pretty sure Zachary will graduate high school saying "lellow" instead of "yellow."
Gracie has the caYUTEST way of talking where she pauses between words to emphasize her intensity. And right now the funniest thing is when she tries to say "make sure you ..." or "make sure you don't ..." It comes out as "makes much you..." and "don't makes much you ..."
I won't miss the screaming. Dear God. It is so shrill. She has the same pitch of a scream for tragedy, pain, and offense. So I never really know if she is attacking Zach out of pure meanness, or defending herself. And I can't hear what anyone is saying over the screaming.
Gabriel is joining in. He says "Momma," "up," "Dada," and my personal favorite, "uh Dada" when he is looking around for Chris. Saying "where's Daddy?"
That's right. I just bragged that my 9 month old is forming sentences. But that's why you read the blog, right?
Monday, December 10, 2012
My sister Instagrammed a funny picture of a spine, with the caption: "Eva wants to know who ate the whole elephant."
I thought it was so funny, so when the kids started getting up for breakfast I asked them if they wanted a waffle for breakfast, or an elephant. Zach was happy with a waffle, but Gracie informed me she wanted an elephant for breakfast, and one for lunch, and one for snack ...
And then Zach brought me a fresh onesie for the baby. With a wee little elephant on it.
Friday, December 7, 2012
I love that line.
Eight months later.
I have kept my family fed, reasonably clean and mostly clothed. It's always a question if Gracie will be wearing anything resembling the outfit I so lovingly laid out for her. And Zachary changes his socks the moment he senses any discomfort whatsoever.
Gabriel was a puke baby. Mercy. He is getting better but for awhile there ... gross. We have done a lot of laundry. (of course by "we" I actually meant Chris.)
We have refrained from any major car accidents, no one had any stitches or broken bones, and almost everyone had a birthday.
I can count on one thumb the number of children who still nap.
Momma is a stress-eater, and judging by my clothing size at the moment, it's been a rough eight months. But that's a topic for another day, and would someone please pass the donuts ...
We were blessed with a newer washer and dryer set, for which I am super happy about. My dishwasher is broken. Fridge falling apart any moment now. Ergo, other new appliances are on the horizon.
Facebook has been deactivated for the last time. I'd like to deactivate a few people. But we will just settle for comment moderation on my old friend The Blawg.
I don't plan on pressuring myself to be the best blogger out there, and photos are mostly gonna be published on Instagram, but here I am with as much wit as I can muster between all of the feedings and baths and the non-napping :)
Love to you all!
Friday, April 13, 2012
I have a busy 14 year old who has recently grown up into a very helpful young lady with the kids. However, there's only so much entertaining that big sister can do for a knowledge-hungry 4 year old boy and a whirling dirvish two-and-a-half girl. Then there is the 6 week old baby boy who loves loves LOVES to cuddle and be held by Momma. Allthetime. I am completely smitten with him, and you can find me wrapped around his precious little finger.
Consequently, I rarely get to sit down to the computer with two empty hands to do much more than my basic banking and the actual work that I do for the church. I'm dependent on my phone for any internet fun like Twitter or Facebook, and that is always on the run.
I am giving myself permission to stop pressuring myself about blogging. You can always find me on Twitter, Facebook, and more recently Instagram as lgossom. I'm on Pinterest as well - pinning my hopes and dreams of a perfect house on the interweb ;)
I've been blogging for close to seven years now. I'm so thankful for every friend I have made and every acquaintance renewed through the community of blogging. Social networking does not replace local friendships for me. I feel like it has enhanced my ability to listen and converse without judgement, and definitely I am a better person because of you. Yes, you!
It's a new season of life for me, one which I have long dreamed for. I'm excited about how our family has grown - and you have been there with us. Thank you for all the memories!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Gabriel Anthony joined our family Thursday, March 1st at 6:43pm. Weighing in at a nice 8 pounds, 1 ounce and measuring 19 3/4", I'm thankful that he is our last baby. If I had gone through labor like that either time before, we wouldn't have had any more children.
It started out pretty normal for me. I was still only dilated 2cm at my appointment the Monday prior, and the doctor agreed to induce me Thursday even though he stated the baby was pretty high up there, thus a risk for a c-section. My other labors hadn't even a hint of a complication, so we pretty much poo-pooed his worries and he said he was comfortable with delivering on March 1st. This put me at 4 days early, since they did change my due date to March 5th.
I really thought with the level of contractions I had been having all week that I would be in the hospital Wednesday night. We distributed the children to their home for the week, and showed up at the hospital at 5:30am on Thursday. The same nurse who started my induction for Gracie was there, so that was nice. We had the Pitocin drip started by 7:10am, doctor broke my water around 9, and by 10:45 the epidural was in effect. On schedule to deliver early afternoon, if things went according to how Zachary and Gracie were delivered.
But I still just didn't dilate. Unfortunately, our favorite doctor was only there until 1pm, and after that was the doctor I saw that previous Monday. When he got there, I was barely at a 4, with no dropping. He started spouting off about high risk for c-section, baby not ready yet, that's why they don't like to induce early, yada yada yada. I got to hear that nice little speech every hour until 4pm. I finally got to a 5 then, and the epidural started wearing off.
For the next hour I was maxed out on the Pitocin. The epidural slowly wore off, and I really started to be in pain and uncomfortable. I could feel extreme pressure, but still not dilating any. At 5:00, the doctor let me in on a little secret - my cervix was leaning to my left, and the baby's head wasn't dropping down into it but was pressing on the side of the opening. In fact - hind sight is 20/20, of course - I had been having pain on my lower right abdomen for the last 6-8 weeks of my pregnancy. I wasn't comfortable sleeping on my right side at all, and if by chance I rolled over onto my right side without having hoisted myself over there, I always turned back over to my left side. Excruciating pain, but I didn't ever think to tell the doctor because I just thought it was pregnancy, and pain happens.
Anyways, when he mentioned that tiny detail about my cervix not cooperating, the nurse suggested that I reposition to my right side, instead of the sitting up we had been trying, to allow gravity to take its course. Dr McSmartypants also threw in one final "if she hasn't delivered by 8pm, we will have to do a c-section."
I think at that point I started going delirious. About the last thing I remember is crying, asking Chris to pray for me because I was so scared. I just held on to the bed railing and cried every contraction. At some point Chris started calling around for prayer for me, because it just was not looking good at all. My bff Christina got there some time after 6. I do know I was so relieved when I saw she was there because that's just what we do for each other. Finally around 6:30 they pronounced that I was complete and ready to push.
Chris and Christina have had a really great time sharing with our friends and family that I told off the doctor about telling me what to do, and giving the anesthesiologist down the road ... I don't really remember all that.
(I did ask if I cussed, and thankfully I did not.)
(I will not say that those words did not pass through my mind but apparently even in my miserable about to die state, the Lord had mercy on me to help me not be profane.)
At 6:43pm, the most precious little bundle of fat rolls came tumbling out. Zachary had asked me how the doctor was going to get the baby out, and would he come through my belly button? I decided almost 4 years old is still too young for some facts of life, and told him that the doctor would know how to help me get the baby out. So he thinks Gabriel came out of my back. I'm going with that. :)
Even though he was bigger than the other two babies, I have to agree with my sister in law Catharine. She had a 9 pounder first, and then again a 7+ pound baby just a few months ago, and said they both felt the same coming out. That is exactly the way I felt, even though the labor to get to that point was different for each child, the actual pushing of a human out of my body didn't feel any different.
I still wouldn't call this labor traumatic. I was disappointed at the lack of support I received from the doctor who was delivering. However with my body not really lining up the way it was supposed to, I don't think the labor would have gone any differently if I was induced on or after my due date.
Enough about me. THE BABY! He is so precious! Takes a paci, thank you Lord for small blessings. Loves to snuggle right into my neck, he's a great nurser, and last night he slept from 11pm to 4am, and again 5am to 8:45am. It was fantastic. He does have a spitty problem, but I'm working on resolving that by just shortening his feeding times because I think he is just a super sucker haha!
|This was today. Zonked out on my lap.|
Affectionately we call him our love child because he was totally unplanned. But I wouldn't take him back for all the 100% birth control plans in the world.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Maybe I could just give Gracie back that blue highlighter and let her go to town on the changing table, because it is a close match.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Ignore my last post. My poor boy was fatigued and oversugared, and I think he needed Momma's attention. I didn't react right. We're better now. I quit telling him to potty, and he is taking care of business all on his own. Just like I taught him.
We've worked out a system of celebrating the holidays that seems to work for everyone. Kelsey had her Christmas celebrations with her mom's family when they planned them. Not that I think they puposely planned them around our events, but this year it worked out fantastic. Which is good, because Christmas time for a kid with two separate family trees is difficult to say the least. She handled it all very well this year, so A+ for her. Our girl is growing up.
We spent Christmas Eve with Chris's dad and stepmom, and his sisters and brothers-in-law. Sweet new baby to cuddle, my chicken 'n' dumplins to devour, and lots of laughs.
My dinner was delicious - BBQ spice rub on a boneless turkey breast - totally the way to do turkey. It was incredibly tender and juicy. Of course there was mashed potatoes, gravy, macaroni and cheese, broccoli salad, deviled eggs, rolls, corn on the cob, a perfect butterscotch pie (no recipe to share there - sorry - you'll just have to come and visit if you want to taste it), and a burnt apple pie. Which I was totally fine with cutting off the burnt crust edges.
The fun isn't over - we're doing Christmas at Mom's tomorrow night. I'm super excited about it, and I hope I stop eating long enough to take pictures.
Also I hope I can manage to score a cheeseball somewhere on the way up because otherwise this will be the second cheeseball disappointed Christmas in a row.
Maybe that will be in my stocking next year.