Belated Father’s Day Wishes to my Love

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Last weekend was Father’s Day. Despite the belated nature of this post, I wanted to take a minute to celebrate my hubby. Before we were mommy and daddy, we were us. Just he and I. We chose to connect our lives to one another forever and create a family.

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Now, we are definitely not perfect and have been known to annoy the shit out of one another on occasion, but there is never a single moment that I regret that choice. Even before kids, I knew that we could make a better world together.

Fast forward to today… with two [spicy] cherubs of our own… it is clear that I am far luckier than I even knew when we decided to get married. Navigating the crazy world of parenthood with this man is incredible. He is a true co-parent and pushes us to face parenting as a skill that we’re constantly working on. He is protective of our children’s hearts and their innocence… but in a way that is realistic about the world.

He is deliberate and takes time to think things through (most of the time… ha!). He is goofy and definitely the more fun parent of the two of us. He embraces my passion for making things “special” and gets on board… even if it means staying up late every night straight for a week to build a mini deck and playhouse for our kiddos… in the rain.

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He is the real deal…

So, I’m sorry to all you other dads out there, but this year my guy is taking the “#1 dad” position. I love you, sweet man of mine. Thanks for making our world one filled with love, passion, compassion, commitment and gratitude. Happy father’s day. xo

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Old, old, old

Today, C and I went to our favorite coffee shop for a steamed milk (coffee for me) and a muffin before camp.

On our way to camp, C enlightened me…

C: you aren’t growing anymore… but you’ll get older and older and older and older

Me: i need to get older and older so I can see you get older and older.

C: but you’re old now. Like old, old, old, old, old. You’re small, but you’re old, old.

Just in case my recent grey hair cover up was tricking me into believing I’m a spring chicken… C shwoops in with the harsh reality slap.

This was followed up with…

C: oh. I just saw a kangaroo over there, but it died because of the chemicals on the grass. I wonder how it jumped all the way over there.

**I later discovered that there was a dead deer on the grassy median. I assume this was the kangaroo C was referring to**

Never a dull moment with my sweetest little sweetie.

Buddy Turns 2!

20180602_095054My little baby is officially two years (and two days) old today. Although, if you ask him, 9 times out of 10, he’ll tell you he’s turning 4 (with a little smirk on his face). He will also tell you that his nearly 4 year old sister is turning 2.

I have SO much to say about my Henry. This boy talks NON-STOP. And not just babbles… but 6-7+ word sentences. He is a legit parrot. He loves to listen to a story or instructions and repeat them back. He’s the loviest love ever. Snuggles and hugs and kisses. He is empathetic. He is kind. He is polite (please, thank you, bless you, etc).

He’s also a bruiser.

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He loves to stick out his bottom lip and pout. He enjoys getting in trouble (help me!!)… sometimes he will put himself on a “break” – aka a timeout in his room. He will fake cry and then start cracking up.

He loves to play with his sister and often demands that she holds his hand in the car. He is somehow still nursing 1-2 times a day (I swore that I’d cut him off at 2… 2 days past and I’m not sure what the plan will be).

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Hem has his checkup this week, so I will post his stats, but here are a bunch of general updates.

  • Nicknames: Hem, Hem Hem, Hemy, Buddy, Moosh, Booshy
  • Words: This boy can literally say everything. I repeat, PARROT. He can count to 11. He sings his ABC’s… not perfectly… but SO well, relatively speaking.
  • Henry loves water. He will splash the shit out of anyone who comes near the bathtub. He just loves it.
  • Henry thoroughly enjoys watching baseball. He is always asking Grandpa Jeff to “watch baseball team for 2 minutes.”
  • He loves throwing balls “so high”… he walks around throwing balls hollering, “mommy, watch this!” “daddy, watch this!” etc…
  • Henry really enjoys reading books. He could literally read for hours. His current favorites are the Noisy Trucks Book, Dear Zoo, the Very Hungry Catepillar, and honestly, whatever else he can get his hands on. He went through a Goodnight Moon phase, but we haven’t read it in awhile. I need to pull that one back out.
  • His favorite movies/shows are Thomas the Train, Olaf’s Frozen Adventure and Moana. Yes, I did not stick to the no TV until you’re 2 thing as I did with Charlotte. Their personalities are so different. He doesn’t get as sucked into the TV as she does, but that could always change.
  • Henry LOVES fire trucks and biiiiiiig trucks and construction equipment and airplanes and pretty much anything that goes.
  • We bought Hem some balloons for his bday and he calls them his moons.
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  • Henry is funny. He LOVES to laugh. He loves to joke. He loves to be social. He honestly is just such a love. And, from about 18-20 months until now have just been amazing. He’s SO fun and so sweet and just such a cutie pie. He loves to hold hands and play. He loves to spend time together. He’s just a buddy.
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  • Henry is in a silly phase where he constantly has to tell people, “no, that’s MY MOMMY!”… says it to Charlotte, my parents, random people… I probably shouldn’t laugh, but I like that he gets defensive over me. I’m sure one day he’ll be trying to trade me in for a cooler version, so I’ll take the silly affection now.
  • Henry is a master stacker. He loves to build a big tower and then knock it over. He actually has great precision and can build a pretty high tower.
  • He LOVES outside. Playing outside, looking outside, etc. The boy is most definitely an outdoor boy.
  • Henry continues to love music. He starts dancing and screams out that he loves this song whenever he hears music in a store. He’s constantly singing, tapping, bobbing his head and shaking those adorable little shoulders.
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  • Henry is a MASTER eater. He just goes and goes and goes. His favorites are meat, cheese, berries, mango, pizza, toast… hmmm. Honestly, he’s not picky (as long as it isn’t green – grrrrr). The other day he ate 4 scrambled eggs, a piece of toast and some cereal for breakfast. He asked for more, but momma decided to cut him off.
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  • Henry’s poop saga has continued. He has terrible blow out poops that would literally blow your mind. I’ve seen many a stomach turn and jaw to drop in reaction to Henry’s pooping wizardry. We think it might be a dairy allergy and are working on it.
  • When Henry snuggles, he puts his little head on my (or whoever’s shoulder), sticks his butt in the air and wraps his tiny paws around my shoulders. I melt… every time.
  • Henry is the ultimate buddy. Like, that’s just the best way to describe him. SUCH a lovey buddy.
  • Henry continues to be the noisiest human ever. His voice is just so loud. People know when Henry is around.
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  • Henry loves to play in the sand. Mommy hates sand.

We had an amazing day celebrating Henry’s GOLDEN birthday this past weekend…

We woke up to streamers & balloons…

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We ate funfetti waffles…

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We opened presents (C gave Hemy a tool bench that she “paid for”… aka she earned the money to buy it by vacuuming the whole house!… She also gave him about 6 pieces of her own clothing… for when he’s bigger, of course).

 

We went to a little petting farm with Nan…

We had a picnic in the kitchen…

We spoke to family & played…

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All in all, it was a wonderful day celebrating a wonderful human. We can’t wait for his big fire station birthday party on Saturday!

Happy birthday, sweet golden boy. I love you beyond words. Thanks for being my Hem.

Teddy is Back! 

I’ve been trying to catch the recent love fest that is Charlotte & Teddy, but she’s been very hush hush about it… to the point of demanding “no photos or viyeos!” 

But, today I caught some of the magic…


I’m not sure what Teddy did to get back in C’s good graces, but he’s back in full force. (My fickle little munchkin.) She naps with him and even sweeter, she dances with him in the mornings.

Mark takes Henry to school in the morning at around 720/730ish, which leaves the morning for C and I. Most days, I’m struggling to get ready and unload/reload the dishwasher, so C listens to music while she eats and then spends the rest of the time dancing like a sweet little love with Teddy. Recent music choices: Mickey Mouse (which momma loathes) and Beauty & the Beast Soundtrack (Emma Watson version).

All in all, this makes me one happy camper.

Little Goldfish

Miss C had her second-ever dance recital on Friday night and, from a totally non-biased perspective, let me just say that she totally nailed it! The dance was absolutely adorable, she looked like she was having a blast and it was just absurdly cute! 

Brace yourself… here’s a video of the cutest goldfish ever!


What a fun way to spend a Friday evening 💕


Henry also had a great time! Here he is hollering at this random little girl in c’s class. Note, he is screaming, “I’m Henry!!”

Henry Update

Can we just talk about what a little champ my guy is? SUCH. A. CHAMP.

Henry went in for orchiopexy surgery last Tuesday morning at 8am. Despite not eating anything since dinner, the bugger was a champ. In fact, I think he was actually having a pretty great time for a while there.

That is, until they put the hospital bracelet around his ankle. Let’s just say, Hem was NOT a fan. This is not even a little surprising, though, as he can’t handle a collar touching his neck or any weird laying clothing.

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Get this bracelet OFF!!

Shortly after the ankle bracelet, Henry was given an oral medication to calm him and get him all zonked before anesthesia. It worked. He was SO loopy and heavy-headed. He laid on mommy, with stickers in one hand and daddy’s phone playing “Let it Go” (on repeat) in the other hand. Every so often, he’d lift one of his hands to rediscover what he was holding, as if he had no idea.

During this time, the surgeon came in to chat with us and then the anesthesiologist. If I’m being totally honest, I wasn’t the biggest fan of the anesthesiologist’s bedside manner. He seemed like a very nice person, but just seemed to approach all discussion topics with a sense of drama-building urgency. I asked if he would have a pain block of some sort and he explained that sometimes they give a baby epidural. Clearly, my face grew panicky because he confirmed whether this was something we were comfortable with. Mark and I both agreed that we wanted him to do what was necessary to keep Henry comfortable.

Then, they carried Henry away. While I didn’t cry, I did spiral into a deep, internal panic. On the outside, I was pretty silent, except to mention hear or there how I thought I might throw up.

The doctor and nurses had told us the procedure would take about an hour. At the hour and 10ish minute mark, the Surgery Waiting Room Receptionist came running towards us with a cell phone. She handed me the phone. It was the anesthesiologist. I panicked. “Is everything okay?!?!?” He nonchalantly said, “oh, yeah. The doctor discovered hernias, so he has to make more incisions (4 total). I’d like to give Henry the epidural, but wanted to check with you because you seemed unsure.” Me: “If that’s what he needs, yes. Please give him the epidural.”

In my head: WTF, DUDE? You scared the crap out of me with this running cell phone nonsense! I told you to do what was best for my child!!!!

The surgery lasted about another hour when finally the surgeon came out to tell us that everything had been resolved. They had also tested Henry’s pee stream and ended up having to make a 2mm cut to his urethra, in addition to the removal of circumcision adhesions.

All in all, the buddy was pretty roughed up down there.

When Henry finally woke up, they said he lifted his IV’d arm slowly, looked at them, and called out for mommy. Of course, the second he saw me, he started to cry. I scooped him up and didn’t let go until we left the hospital around 2:30.

When we got home, the most difficult thing right away was trying to wrangle him. Because of the epidural, he didn’t have full control of his jello legs, so he was flopping all over the place… but of course, he didn’t want help walking. After his nap, he was back to his old tricks.

With that said, he was medicated with an alternating cocktail of oxycodone (only at night for the first 2 nights), ibuprofen and tylenol. By Sunday he was totally off the meds (so 5 days total).

Truly, the worst part was diaper changes. I guess that’s obvious. But, oofta. Mark worked from home the day after the surgery, which was nice… but of course, it wasn’t until 2 days after – when mommy was alone – that he really let those poops go. Oy!

Thankfully, he is getting better every moment and will be back at school tomorrow! PHEW! What a whirlwind.

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