Ahhhh...the best way to get your shopping done. Two sleeping children!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
So big, so fast!
The next summer baby has come along...Jolee's little girl Ava! She is so wee...so beefcake Marshall looks even bigger! What a year for babes...Marshall is only 8 weeks old, and there were still 2 babies younger at Easton's 1st birthday party! :)
My predictions:
Renee...girl
Sarah...boy
Shelley...cheat! girl!
Heather...boy
Melinda...boy
Even numbers of boys & girls for 2008?
My predictions:
Renee...girl
Sarah...boy
Shelley...cheat! girl!
Heather...boy
Melinda...boy
Even numbers of boys & girls for 2008?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
New Emotions
It's bathtime, Benson has his shirt off, pants & diaper still on. (Yes, I said diaper. Yes he's almost 3. Shhh.) He's playing in the water from the outside.
"Benson! Stop dilly-daddling and get your clothes off and in the bath!"
"Mom! I'm too shy!"
This is hilarious! Previously, we have only identified the following emotions:
Very hungry
Very sad
Not very tired
Very happy (and often, very very happy. yay!)
Now we can add "shy" to the list, and once again I can only wonder where it came from!
"Benson! Stop dilly-daddling and get your clothes off and in the bath!"
"Mom! I'm too shy!"
This is hilarious! Previously, we have only identified the following emotions:
Very hungry
Very sad
Not very tired
Very happy (and often, very very happy. yay!)
Now we can add "shy" to the list, and once again I can only wonder where it came from!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Dilly daddle = effing around
One of our biggest detractors to an orderly life is...dilly-daddling. As in, "Benson! Stop dilly-daddling around and [insert instruction here]"
It may be a word I made up. In my youth, it was called dawdling. And we all came up with excuses to counter the accusation. And now my child is doing the same. Just like momma.
I find him on the floor, playing with his cars. I'm yelling, "Come ON, let's go! Stop dilly-daddling and get your shoes on!"
He continues playing with his cars, shouts "I'm coming, mom!" - but clearly has no intention of actually getting up or stopping his dilly-daddling, until I walk right up to him and repeat instruction, shoes in hand.
Later, I am looking up something on the computer, whether it's passport registration, where my UCCB is at, preschools (I'm too late), or what-have-you. Benson wants to go downstairs and watch a movie. He calls me from downstairs and I hear the tell-tale static of remote control-gone-wrong. "I'm coming," I shout, though I have not moved a muscle, and won't for another 3 or 4 minutes.
A-ha moment (Oprah, your cheque's in the mail)...I wonder if he even knows what that means, since he obviously hears and sees me say it all the time, just to buy a few seconds!
It may be a word I made up. In my youth, it was called dawdling. And we all came up with excuses to counter the accusation. And now my child is doing the same. Just like momma.
I find him on the floor, playing with his cars. I'm yelling, "Come ON, let's go! Stop dilly-daddling and get your shoes on!"
He continues playing with his cars, shouts "I'm coming, mom!" - but clearly has no intention of actually getting up or stopping his dilly-daddling, until I walk right up to him and repeat instruction, shoes in hand.
Later, I am looking up something on the computer, whether it's passport registration, where my UCCB is at, preschools (I'm too late), or what-have-you. Benson wants to go downstairs and watch a movie. He calls me from downstairs and I hear the tell-tale static of remote control-gone-wrong. "I'm coming," I shout, though I have not moved a muscle, and won't for another 3 or 4 minutes.
A-ha moment (Oprah, your cheque's in the mail)...I wonder if he even knows what that means, since he obviously hears and sees me say it all the time, just to buy a few seconds!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
A moment of peace
I really feel like a super-mom today...I "tricked" Benson into taking a nap.
Me: Why don't you lay down on the couch?
B: No lay down. No SLEEP!
Me: Oh no, I wasn't suggesting anything of the kind! Just lay down, put your feet up, like your dad does!
B (recluctantly): Okay. (semi reclines on the pillow)
And within minutes, both of the Robbins boys were out!
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Marshall in tha house...
Well it's been a moderately bumpy ride, but Marshall Robbins is here.
We went in for our scheduled section for 8 AM. Dr. Huckell came in at 7:20 to say that all looked like we'd be on schedule for 8 AM. Then a buzz of activity outside the prep room in triage...I heard noises and words that made me glad I had gone for the scheduled! So we were bumped... I *actually* fell asleep! I hadn't slept all night, the thought of epidurals, needles, and the actual surgery really freaking me out.
When I had all that last time, I was soooo tired and drained after the labour I just wanted Benson OUT! So an epidural was a welcome end to the pain of contractions, while this time it was nervously anticipated, and instead of using the word "frozen", the anaesthesiologist said "paralyzed", which really made me even more tense! But all in all it wasn't too bad. Marshall was taking up ALL the room in the womb, so I'm really bruised as they had to really give 'er to get him out of there.
He screamed right away, which thrilled me to death. (Benson took a while to make any noises!) We caught a quick glimpse over the sheet of his little face and HAIR! Whoa! As you know, Benson wasn't blessed with hair until he was at least 1. They took him away for cleanup etc...Bill took some pics and vids, etc. In recovery I finally got to hang out with the little fella. The nurse said that the pediatrician wanted his blood sugar re-tested 2 hours after birth. It was 1.3 (which I later found out was dangerously low) and his temperature was also really low. They grabbed him and sped away.
The nurse said they would probably just give him some formula and he'd be right back...well they took him to Special Care Nursery and he spent a day and half in there. His sugar levels did not come up...he was on an IV and I went down to nurse him every chance I got! the first trip down in a wheelchair a few hours post-op, and then someone stole my freakin' wheelchair so they ordered one...which I couldn't wait for. I hauled myself down there (you're supposed to move around, right!) every few hours. Marshall was a beast compared to the wee ones in there!
Anyway finally his levels came up, they took the IV out and agreed to do the blood tests from our room. At first they were okay...but then they dropped again. He also lost more than the recommended amount of his weight and is pretty jaundiced. So I'm supplementing with formula (and welcoming tips on where to find it the cheapest) and hoping to fatten him back up and get that yellow cast out of his skin!
As for me I'm rollerblading and back into my skinny jeans, headed to the latest movie premiere and pushing my giant old fashioned pram down the street in my Jimmy Choos. So I think I am all caught up on my People magazine reading...hee hee
We went in for our scheduled section for 8 AM. Dr. Huckell came in at 7:20 to say that all looked like we'd be on schedule for 8 AM. Then a buzz of activity outside the prep room in triage...I heard noises and words that made me glad I had gone for the scheduled! So we were bumped... I *actually* fell asleep! I hadn't slept all night, the thought of epidurals, needles, and the actual surgery really freaking me out.
When I had all that last time, I was soooo tired and drained after the labour I just wanted Benson OUT! So an epidural was a welcome end to the pain of contractions, while this time it was nervously anticipated, and instead of using the word "frozen", the anaesthesiologist said "paralyzed", which really made me even more tense! But all in all it wasn't too bad. Marshall was taking up ALL the room in the womb, so I'm really bruised as they had to really give 'er to get him out of there.
He screamed right away, which thrilled me to death. (Benson took a while to make any noises!) We caught a quick glimpse over the sheet of his little face and HAIR! Whoa! As you know, Benson wasn't blessed with hair until he was at least 1. They took him away for cleanup etc...Bill took some pics and vids, etc. In recovery I finally got to hang out with the little fella. The nurse said that the pediatrician wanted his blood sugar re-tested 2 hours after birth. It was 1.3 (which I later found out was dangerously low) and his temperature was also really low. They grabbed him and sped away.
The nurse said they would probably just give him some formula and he'd be right back...well they took him to Special Care Nursery and he spent a day and half in there. His sugar levels did not come up...he was on an IV and I went down to nurse him every chance I got! the first trip down in a wheelchair a few hours post-op, and then someone stole my freakin' wheelchair so they ordered one...which I couldn't wait for. I hauled myself down there (you're supposed to move around, right!) every few hours. Marshall was a beast compared to the wee ones in there!
Anyway finally his levels came up, they took the IV out and agreed to do the blood tests from our room. At first they were okay...but then they dropped again. He also lost more than the recommended amount of his weight and is pretty jaundiced. So I'm supplementing with formula (and welcoming tips on where to find it the cheapest) and hoping to fatten him back up and get that yellow cast out of his skin!
As for me I'm rollerblading and back into my skinny jeans, headed to the latest movie premiere and pushing my giant old fashioned pram down the street in my Jimmy Choos. So I think I am all caught up on my People magazine reading...hee hee
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Less reflection, more irritation
Benson is really helping me out since I was feeling guilty and mooney about missing him. He has now decided, 30 minutes before I take him for a sleepover at my parents', that he "no like grandma's". That is complete BS. Seriously, grandma's rocks. She has a crapload of cats and dogs (not to mention a pet Grandpa), a huge TV with 800 channels, 740 cars and trains, and she always has something new that makes a crapload of noise. Don't forget rides in the wheelchair.
So now we don't want to go to Grandma's, can't wait to drag a kicking screaming child there now....or at 5:30 AM.
Gee, I sure hope Bill is enjoying his soccer game.
So now we don't want to go to Grandma's, can't wait to drag a kicking screaming child there now....or at 5:30 AM.
Gee, I sure hope Bill is enjoying his soccer game.
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