Friday, March 14, 2014

Cinco - Seis

I can’t believe our little boy is 6 months old today! And that I’ve done such a crappy job of documenting his little life thus far. Even with RSV and an ear infection the last couple of weeks, he’s the happiest little camper. Rarely fusses. Though, sleeping has been a challenge since he’s had cold after cold this winter that never ends. We had a glimmer of hope Tuesday when it reached 72 degrees at 5pm, but then it plummeted 12 degrees in an hour, and we had snow flurries overnight. Oh, Kansas weather, you’re so entertaining. 

So Cinco hasn’t gotten to spend much time outside. But he keeps himself – and us – entertained inside quite well. He loves to pull his socks off and chew on them and try to get his cute little piggies in his mouth. And when Daddy rubs the top of his head on Cinco’s belly, his giggles make all of us smile. He’s found his voice and can roll over both ways. Since he doesn’t like to be on his stomach, he rolls about 75% of the way and hangs out on his side. He’s a little wiggle worm and has been known to slide all the way out of his bouncy seat if we forget to strap him in. But we don’t always know that’s happened since he doesn’t complain. He tolerates his sisters’ lack of personal space well and smiles when he sees them. 

And just so we have notes for your baby book, Buddy, here are some things that have been happening in our world lately:

  • We took you to your first sporting event – a Maverick’s hockey game.
  • Grandma D was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease.
  • Daddy went to NYC for the first time on a work trip. Leaving Mommy in charge of all 3 of you for 4.5 days.
  • Grandma B had rotator cuff surgery. 
  • The Internet turned 25.
  • Ellen broke the record for most retweets with a selfie of her and several stars at the Oscars.
  • Speaking of Oscars, one of your sisters’ favorite movies, “Frozen,” won for best animated film and best song.
  • Malaysia Airlines had a flight that disappeared. 
  • The Winter Olympics were held in Sochi Russia. Not the best medal count overall, but the US hockey team beat the Russian team to win silver. 
  • Jimmy Fallon took over as host of The Tonight Show. 
  • The Kaufmann Center was named one of the world’s most spectacular buildings.
  • The Denver Broncos lost to the Seattle Seahawks in the Super Bowl, despite Mommy gearing you up for a win. 

Happy half birthday, sweet boy. We love you!!

Thursday, March 6, 2014


I posted on FB that if my life had a soundtrack, lately it would be playing Tenth Avenue North's "Worn" on repeat.

DH was out of town for work most of last week, so I was playing single mama to the three munchkins. I can't say enough how amazing single moms are. I really don't know how they do it. Cinco had a cold and was up multiple times every night - like every half hour to hour at times - worse than when he was a newborn.

DH came home, and Cinco was mostly over it, but he let me sleep in til 9am on Saturday to recover - I felt like Superwoman! Got lots done. Then Sunday, Cinco started coughing. By the night he was congested and this cold was worse than the last. Thankfully, DH took turns getting up with me. He's finally doing significantly better - I got to sleep for an entire 3 hour chunk last night without interruption, and he only woke up a few times the rest of the night.

Work has been hectic since the first of the year. We finally had a couple of days where we could come up for air last week and this week.

The house is a wreck. Before I left for Bible study last night, I threw in a random load of laundry because I realized if I didn't, today Sam wouldn't have any underwear, Riley wouldn't have any pants, and I wouldn't have a shirt to wear.

Winter feels never-ending. Today was warm, but the flurries last night on the way home almost put me over the edge. I'm sick of being cold and sick of the grey and sick of the grime. The van is filthy because there hasn't been a weekend that's been warm and dry and that I've had the time/energy to get it emptied out so I can get it cleaned.

Mom was officially diagnosed with Alzheimer's on January 29th. Relieved for the official diagnosis on the one hand, heartbroken because of its finality on the other. I need to write a separate post about that whole situation. As well as one about my baby boy - who is almost 6 months old!

It's only a season. I know things will be better soon.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Morning Sounds

The girls humming as they eat, their metal spoons clinking the lips of the ceramic bowls.
My beloved's compact footfalls, staccato on the linoleum, efficiently completing preparations.
Bubbling and angry hissing as the coffee pot protests the cold start to the day.
Our baby boy's even breathing as he nurses, and I nuzzle his tiny, precious fist.
A silent prayer, thanking God for these blessings.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Baby Bullets: 13th Edition

    I'm behind posting an update on the girls. These are from the last six months. Enjoy!

    • Home Alone was on TV, and though I don't find it to be appropriate for our girls' ages, they'd already seen it at Grandma and Grandpa's. Sigh. Anyway, at some point I said my usual spiel about how TV is just pretend, even when there are real people on it, and if any of the things happened to the burglars in real life, they would have been seriously injured or killed, etc. A couple of days later, Baby R was talking about the noodlers on Home Alone. I could not figure out what she meant, and then finally realized she meant burglars. Burgers, noodles... it's all the same, right?
    • While I was pregnant, the girls were fascinated by my growing belly, and at one time tried touching my boob to say hi to the baby. Um, a little lower, kids, thanks.
    • Baby R went on a diatribe about poop one day. She was getting closer to being able to go number two without as much trouble. She started prefacing everything with it: poop-diabetes, poop-strength, etc
    • Baby R came in crying one afternoon. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "Sissy said I was delegating!" Insults know no bounds in our house.
    • S and Baby R put on a song and dance routine, the lyrics to which were, "You can do it! You can do it! You're awesome!" They sure are.
    • Came upstairs to my bed having been made last August. Shocked, thanked my hubs who said, "I didn't make the bed." Nope, that would be our sweet S. Who spent the majority of the afternoon defying me at every opportunity. And who was supposed to be asleep instead of completing this chore. This is why I can't stay mad at her. Oh, and that she's the most adorable six-year-old in the world.
    • S picked up some new mannerisms in 1st grade. She came home one day and told a story including head bob and waving hand. Oy.
    • Once Cinco was born, the girls couldn't wait to hold him. Baby R was doing so and sang a lullaby. Such a precious moment. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I - " Suddenly she stopped and said, "He's heavy!"
    • S went to a bday party for a classmate in November. It was her first experience at that famous place with the pizza, tokens and a singing mouse. The next day, she and and Baby R played with the tokens and tickets. It took all my will power not to bust up laughing every time they talked about going back to Chuck E. Cheez-Its.
    • We took the kids to Legoland. They really enjoyed it. We'll be going back when Cinco is old enough to play, too.
    • Baby R said, "You ruined my life!" She's 4. Sigh.
    • We celebrated Christmas with my side of the family in STL at my sister's house. On the drive there, Baby R sang carols, most notably, "On the first day of Christmas, when my dreams have come to me, a part in a pear a pantry."
    • It was the year of the DVD for Christmas. The girls have enjoyed watching them, but they are really into watching The Justice League on Netflix lately.
    • When Baby R was born, DH took S to see Sesame Street Live. He continued the tradition by taking both girls this January. Such an amazing dad!
    • There's a popular set of Sprint commercials out right now with James Earl Jones and Malcolm McDowell dressed in tuxes and speaking texts from a stage. The incongruity between these amazing thespians and the teen slang is funny. One in particular is two teenage girls texting about how cute a boy is. At the end, they say "Totes McGoats." It's become a huge catch phrase, and one day Cinco passed gas and DH said "Toots McGoots."The girls thought it was hysterical and kept saying it over and over.
    • S got a toy archery set for Christmas. She's been asking for one since she became enamored with Brave. She's done pretty well practicing with it. Just need more warm days and less wind. An actual target other than the swingset would be nice, too.
    • DH bought diapers and wipes at Costco, so the girls asked if they could build spaceships with the boxes from them. Love it!
    • Baby R: Magazines are for pooping. Newspapers are for quiet time.
    • Baby R is taking after her big sister in the fashion department. The other day she wore a red and black flowered blouse, a brown flowered skirt she got for Christmas from my sister, pink/purple camo sweatpants, an orange striped sock and a multi-colored striped sock, sparkly Hello Kitty shoes and a grey flowered cardigan. As one of my friends said, she is FABULOUS!

    Thursday, January 2, 2014

    Happy New Year!

    From Pinterest

    "Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up."

    Baby R's 4th birthday party: Thomas the Train. I felt terrible because only 2 kids showed up. No one RSVPs anymore. What's up with that? It was an awesome party anyway, and she had fun. That's all that matters.

    S played i9 Basketball and really enjoyed it. She was so fun to watch, and she enjoyed it, but she's not aggressive enough. Will see if she wants to play it again.

    I stopped by the office several times while on maternity leave to be in our holiday video and Christmas card photos. Each department re-enacted a bunch of awkward family photos which was creepy and hilarious. Then there was a group photo of the whole company in ugly Christmas sweaters. Fun times.

    I volunteered at the library at Sam's school.

    I finally met with a counselor at the county center for aging and started making real progress with my parents' housing situation.

    Our company Christmas party was at the President hotel in downtown KC. It was fun. The video was hilarious. It was mostly 80s tv show parodies and Wham's video for "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" was the finale.

    I started back to work the following Monday. It was actually fine the first day - good to see everyone. Miss my babies a ton still, but getting used to it since it's been a month now.

    There was a winter storm advisory on my bday, so we decided not to go out because we were worried my in-laws might not be able to get home if they came over to babysit. And then the storm never happened. But it was fine having dinner at home with the kiddos and watching a movie with DH. We saw The Internship - very good.

    Christmas - The weekend before we went to St. Louis and celebrated with my side of the family. It was fun. We came home on the 23rd. I'd gotten 90% of the Christmas stuff done before I went back to work, but never got that last 10% done, so finished most stuff up that day. That night I went to bed and woke up at midnight throwing up. Food poisoning. Sick all day Christmas Eve. Missed DH's side of the family's big get together that included 7 new babies for the cousins. DH took Cinco and got a super cute pic of all of them dressed alike and lined up on the couch.
    Unfortunately the girls were little terrors that day and weren't allowed to go - I put them to bed at 6:30pm honestly believing Santa wasn't coming - that's how badly they were misbehaving. When DH came home at 7, he got them up to put out cookies and milk since I'd gone to bed, too. Epic fail on my part this year between going back to work and being sick. They were able to redeem themselves by cleaning the toy room before going back to bed and Santa did make it to our house after all. Whew!
    And thank goodness, because I must have been a really good girl this year. I got an awesome Nikon DSLR from my amazing DH. Squee! Now I have to learn how to use it. Too many hobbies - not enough hours in the day.

    DH and I spent New Year's Eve at home, per usual. New Year's Day Cinco was super fussy. He's usually so laid back, smiley, happy as can be. Poor guy - I couldn't tell if he had an ear infection or is teething or what. He was better this morning, thank goodness.

    We were supposed to go to STL this weekend again for my nephew's 1st bday party, but he was diagnosed with RSV yesterday, so we're staying home to keep Cinco away from him. Bummed to miss it. Planning to go out in a few weeks to celebrate instead.

    My freelance social media job has been put on hold for now while I adjust to being back at work full time and my client waits for the post-holiday business to pick back up. Hopefully I'll have a little more time to post updates. We shall see.

    Quick Cinco timeline:
    1-Week Checkup: 21" albs, 7 oz
    9 Days old: Umbilical cord fell off
    11 Days old: Plastibel from circumcision fell off
    4 Weeks old: First cold. :(
    6 Weeks old: First responsive smile
    8 Weeks old: First laugh

    He's still so sweet and happy and laid back. Love this little addition to our family!

    Friday, November 1, 2013


    I can't believe it's been 7 weeks since our little boy joined our family. I can't remember life without him.  It's been awesome, hectic and exhausting, hence the lack of posts. Ironically, I took on a social media freelance job last week. I'm a little rusty, but enjoy being back on Twitter a bit. There's been quite a bit of drama at work since I've been gone, so I must say I'm kind of even more glad I've been home.

    Yesterday was Cinco's first Halloween. S was Merida from Brave, and Baby R was Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, so since we had two princesses, a friend suggested that Chico be a prince. :) I never really got the chance to dress him up though since he slept through all the activity. But that was ok. DH took the girls around the block, and I hung out across the street with Cinco at the neighbor's fire pit. I was surprised that we didn't have very many trick-or-treaters this year.

    It's such a small world - we found out that our neighbor's ex-wife went to high school with DH. And another neighbor knows our friend who does our family photography.

    This is a terribly disjointed post, but as the title suggests, I'm exhausted and a little delirious. Will post updates soon.

    Friday, September 20, 2013


    Saturday morning, DH planned to work on the yard. He left around 8:15am to pick up some supplies from a sod farm/nursery while the girls and I were eating breakfast. At 8:30am, I went to the bathroom and my water broke. Still just a trickle, so nothing crazy, but for real this time. I called DH's cell phone, and it went straight to voicemail. I left him a message and texted him to let him know I was going to take a shower and would be ready to go when he got home. I called my parents and asked them to come watch the girls for a bit. Then I let the girls know we were having a baby that day and I was going to take a shower and asked S to answer my phone if Daddy called.

    I got out of the shower and he hadn't called back. So I called again. And then I called my OB and he said he'd meet us at the hospital. I wasn't having any contractions, so I wasn't too worried about time, but I also knew that they didn't want to mess around with it being my 3rd c-section and the chances of rupturing being so high with spontaneous labor. I called DH again. And texted again. I had packed my bag on Wednesday night after the false alarm, so just had to grab a couple last minute things and was ready to go.

    At 9am, I still hadn't heard from DH, and I was starting to panic. I looked to see if he had left his phone charging at home, but he hadn't. I couldn't figure out why it kept going to voicemail. I didn't have a backup plan. I had a 1-minute pity party and bawled then pulled it together and called one of our neighbors. They didn't answer. I called another neighbor.

    "So, Mr. B, I was wondering if you might be available to take me to the hospital. My water broke and DH isn't here and I can't get ahold of him. I'm going to give him 15 minutes and then I think I need to leave."

    "Fifteen minutes? Are you sure? Maybe we should go now?"

    "My parents are coming to watch the girls, and they aren't here yet, but will be in a few. I think it's ok to wait."

    "Are you sure? Mrs. B can watch them."

    "That's ok. Fifteen minutes will be fine."

    Five minutes later, Mrs. B was knocking on the door, and Mr. B was pulling into the driveway.

    "We didn't want to wait 15 minutes," she said, smiling.

    "Thanks," I smiled, back.

    The girls were bouncing off the walls with excitement. They gave me big hugs and kisses goodbye.

    I had grabbed a couple of towels to put down on the seat just in case my water broke in a big way. I walked out the front door and down the driveway when I saw our van making it's way down the block. I was so relieved. And annoyed. And panicked.

    DH's phone had died. Why is it not permanently charged two weeks before we're due to have a baby?!?!?

    "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

    Um, no.

    He and Mr. B quickly unloaded the bags of seed and peat moss, and we backed out of our driveway at 9:15am. We got to the hospital at 9:30am.

    Baby boy was born at 11:15am. Only 6lbs 13oz - WAY smaller than we expected! We still can't agree on a nickname. To appease DH, I'm calling him Cinco on the blog since I won't in real life. We are thrilled that our family is complete.
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