The buddy counts to 10 with two small assists! Woot woot! Go hemy hem!!!
The buddy counts to 10 with two small assists! Woot woot! Go hemy hem!!!
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 💕
“When I grow up, I will marry my brudder, Hemy!” C has been proclaiming lately. I don’t have the heart (or see the need) to explain why that is just not going to happen… but the meaning behind it is so sweet.
Charlotte loves her brother. She trusts her brother. She finds comfort in her brother.
Charlie wants to “marry” her brother because they “wuv eachovers” 💕
These two little people are amazing apart and amazing together. It makes my heart absolutely melt and flutter and all the cliche shit. But it’s true. They love eachovers and that is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Hem hem says “wuv you”…
Of course his first time to say these special words was to papa and not his mother who birthed him… but whatever.
Such a pie.
(His first proclamation of love – to my dad – was last week or the week before)
I wanted to write this post right away because I didn’t want to lose the feeling from the day… but alas, time got the best of me and I forgot.
After a great parade and some quality time with Nana and her puppy dog, we came home for naps and then went to my parents’ country club for a fourth of July party with my sister and her fam (something we’ve done with my parents for the past 3 years).
The kids all went swimming, there was music, food and a bounce house obstacle course race thing.
It was great. Just so, so great. Sometime around 6 or 7, we took the kids back to my parents house. My kiddos went to bed and the rest of us hung out, played games and watched a movie. Around 9, we woke up Charlie to take her back to the fireworks.
When we got to the car, she noticed that little Hem wasn’t with us. “Where’s hemy?” We explained that he was still too little and had to stay at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. She cried. “But I want my Hemy! We gonna pick him up and put him in my car after fireworks?” No, honey. “But I want my Hemy!!!” <MELT>
When we got to fireworks, C was excited and a little nervous. A few days earlier, I had bought some noise cancelling protective headphones… in blue of course, so she was ready.
The fireworks started and she was super timid. Her face looked panicked and she sunk back into Mark. She started muttering things like, “I no like fireworks. I’m all done.” etc. Finally, I just started hyping it up. “WOAH!! Did you see those colors? Wow!!! That’s beautiful! I LOVE that kind!!”
Charlotte got into it. “Mommy, you wuv that kind??” “You see dat? Its butiful!”
I loved every moment. We Oooo’d and Ahhhh’d! We hugged and laughed and were totally those annoying firework commentators.
When the fireworks ended, we walked around looking for fireflies and checking out the stars and moon. Charlotte goes to bed so early, she rarely (if ever) sees the night’s sky.
We decided to head back home – H slept at my parents’ house – and look for fireflies in the backyard. Our neighbor was shooting off fireworks.
Charlotte was so incredibly happy. I can’t even begin to explain it, but there was just this magical feeling about the whole day. Like, such a cliche movie-type day.
When we finally got C in bed, she just kept hugging us saying, “mommy, daddy, i wuv you. We wuv eachovers.”
If only I could just put it in my pocket. Bottle that moment and that feeling and those sounds and smells and everything up and keep it with me forever.
What an amazing summer day.
My big little boy is getting so old! Today he mastered whistling and saying the word cheese! Don’t mind the bean soup all over his face…
Things have been so crazy and I rarely get to blog, but here are a bunch of random updates with both kiddos…
Okay! I think that’s all for now… baby is awake!
Here we go! The big 1 year old Hemy update. And, remember that last post? When I was getting all emotional on my buddy’s first day? Well, the day ended with only one tearful meltdown. It’s just crazy… life with my babies and wonderful husband is so great, but simultaneously so hard. It’s impossible to stay totally positive and on top of things and plain old grateful and not get bogged down by the chaos and shuffling and momming. Then, all of a sudden, you blink and your baby is 1 year old. <Cue tears>
Honestly, this past year has been wonderful and I’m so grateful to have a lifetime to continue getting to know my babies. Henry is just such a little dumpling. He’s wonderful and sweet and squishy and silly and just lovely.
Weight: Henry is a whopping 23 lbs, 6 oz… which I’m pretty sure is just about what he weighed at 10 months. He’s dropped to the 50th percentile for weight.
Height: Hem Hem is a tall little man, measuring in at 2′ 7.5″… aka 31.5″ – that’s 90th percentile, people. Dude be big.
Health Updates: Little man has been pretty darn healthy this year. He recently had a little cold, which was sad… but nothing too crazy. Last week, he seemed to be going through a mental leap. How do I know?
Boy was CRAZY. He legitimately spent a whole day trying to headbutt me and scratch my eyes out. Shit was crazy. He was just fussy and clingy, but simultaneously trying to knock me unconscious. Those were amazing mom days.
But, we came out on top and his leap is very apparent. Since his 3-4 day psycho spree, he’s returned to his normal overly loving, jolly little self AND has a handful of new tricks! I am also still standing, so a win all around.
Sleep: Hem Hem’s sleep has been pretty great; although, the past week or so, the boy has been FIGHTING his second nap. In fact, he’s currently fighting it. He’s sleeping from about 6:30p-6:30a, and napping about 3 hours in the am. Our schedule was crazy this past weekend, but typically he sleeps about an hour or two in the afternoons. And actually, his am nap went from 2-3 hours at the same time he started boycotting nap #2.
He’s quiet for the moment, so we’ll see what happens.
Clothes/Diapers (Sizes): Henry still wears 12m and 18m clothing and size FIVE diapers. As for shoes, boy has big old club feet. They don’t appreciate the stifling nature of shoes.
Diet: Little man continues to love eating. At 11 months, we introduced him to cow’s milk… once. Then again at around 11.5 months (and also almond milk). Now, we alternate between the two (and breastmilk). He loves them all, although I can’t tell if his tummy is going to love cow’s milk.
As for food, the kid can eat. His favorite foods are:
As for dessert, let’s just say that both of his smash cakes were consumed by his sister.
Teeth: Henry has 8 teeth (4 on top, 4 on bottom). There’s a chance he has molars, but he’s so darn secretive. He won’t show me. If he doesn’t have them, he’s most definitely working on them. Kid is very drooly and constantly shoving things in his mouth.
Baby Gear Love: We found Henry’s Comotomo Teether so all is right with the world. His other favorites: his new TRACTOR (also a fave of C’s), his dump truck, his HAMMER! OMG, the kid loves his hammer. The hammer came with a toy that looks just like this.
Milestones/Firsts: Henry is just such a big boy. He says mama, dada, mo mo mo (MORE!!)…. that might be it. He signs more, waves hi/bye, and as of a couple days ago, claps like a little cutie pie.
As of TODAY, Henry stands up in his crib and as of maybe a week or two, stands up on just about everything else. It’s crazy… since his week of headbutting, his repertoire has expanded exponentially. He’s pulling himself up on everything, clapping, putting his ball into the hole of the truck as it’s supposed to be used, and so on. He’s just such a big boy.
He also does itsy bitsy spider… which is ADORABLE.
And plays with his pup pup.
Likes: Henry LOVES swimming and water in general. He’s a little fish. He also LOVES music. This morning he went from the ukulele to the piano and back 10 times. And he actually strums the guitar… as for the piano, he just bashes the shit out of the keys.
Henry LOVES his doggy. He literally feeds him every time he eats. He’ll give Toby the food right from his own mouth.
Henry is still very partial to mommy, but obviously love loves his dadadadada.
He’s also a big fan of his grandparents!
Hem Hem loves to be scared and tossed around. And he LOVES to rip out floor vents and bash them all over the place. Also enjoyable… throwing miscellaneous items down exposed floor vents.
Henry is a big fan of balls and bubbles.
I’m sure I’m missing a million things… hmmm… he loves cords and danger, per usual. OH! We got him a ball pit tunnel, which he LOVES.
Dislikes: Hem does not enjoy being put in bed when he doesn’t want to sleep (hence him currently crying). He does not like being passed to someone else from momma’s arms or seeing momma when he has decided he must be attached to the momma. He does not enjoy his sister hugging him SO tight around the neck and don’t even think about taking his toys from him.
He also LOATHES diaper changes.
Things I Don’t Want to Forget: I don’t want to forget any of it! He’s just such a little munch with such a funny little demeanor. He loves to laugh and play. He’s SO curious and inquisitive. He’s so sweet and gives the best hugs and snuggles.
I love his babble and oy. His clap. Something about seeing those two chubby paws slapping together like a seal… I just love it. And he’s so proud. It’s perfection.
One of my favorite memories of Disney from when I was a kid was hanging out with my family on the Boardwalk. There’s food and street performers and it’s just really cool looking.
Last night, we decided to wrangle the kids and take them there for dinner. Unfortunately, due to our late afternoon at Downtown Disney, I had to wake C from her nap (at 6pm) to leave (never an easy transition).
Right when we arrived, a performer was about to start. He juggled and had a whole schtick. He was actually quite funny. There were only two people in the whole area who were pretty straight-faced. Who? My children.
We had dinner, watched the sunset, ate a funnel cake, watched another performer and played a bit more!
**I wrote this 3 months ago… not sure why I never posted it?**
It’s been just over a month since my sweet lovey girl got hurt. I received a phone call from Charlie’s school that she had fallen from the jungle gym. They didn’t think she was hurt, but was wondering if I’d like to come in and help settle her and maybe bring her in to the doctor as a precaution.
On my way to the school I called Mark, “I think I’ll have her stay at school and eat lunch. I don’t have anything at the house to feed her.” Clearly, I thought she was fine.
When I arrived, I was thrust into an emergency. Charlotte was screaming and crying like I’ve never heard before. She was holding her arm.
Ugh… as I write this, I’m just exhausted thinking about it. Maybe for now, I’ll just say this…
We spent the afternoon at the clinic, who sent us to the Children’s Hospital. We learned that Charlotte shattered her elbow and also cracked it all the way through, right at the growth plate. We sat and waited for hours… from around 12-8:30, when Charlotte was finally taken into surgery to have three pins placed in her elbow.
The waiting was terrible. Charlotte was in pain and she was terrified. I was terrified. None of us had eaten anything since breakfast. We were exhausted. I literally held Charlotte in my arms for probably 90% of the time we waited. I dug deep to find my best poker face. To stay not only calm, but cheerful. To show her that she would be okay, despite the pain and the fear she was experiencing. I rode in the hospital bed with her up to meet the anesthesiologist.
When she was wheeled off to surgery, I broke down. I just cried. I was scared and exhausted and overwhelmed and confused and angry and scared.
Thankfully, from the time C was taken into surgery until I got to go back to recovery to see her was only about an hour. Then, it was back to game face time. Of course, she came out of the anesthesia crying and scared. I held her in my arms and fed her juice from a sippy cup.
It was time to go to our room on what felt like the other side of the hospital and on a different floor. So carefully, I carried my 28+ pound baby to her hospital room.
Nana came with toys and relief. We finally settled into a little routine and by around 12 or 1 am, got some food. By 3 am, Charlie finally closed her eyes.
She slept for 2 hours, whimpering and crying in her sleep the entire time. It was terrible. The morning was filled with tears and stress and just fear for what our little baby was going through.
Finally, sometime between 12 and 3, we were released. Throughout the entire epically long experience, I must have sung Twinkle, Twinkle and You Are My Sunshine about 5,000 times each.
But, we got home to Mark’s dad, step mom, mom and little Henry and things started falling back into place. Charlie was so relieved and happy to see her Henry and to be home.
The past month has been filled with recovery and now, C’s cast is off! Onto the next phase of healing…
The First Few Days Home
We had to spongebathe C while the cast was on… this was our method:
C’s SPARKLY blue cast (can you believe this was before she saw – and became obsessed with – Frozen)
Life at Home
We tried very hard to come up with activities for C and get back into our normal routine.
We had to get creative with clothing…
C was at the doc every 1-2 weeks while the cast was on. Fortunately, she didn’t mind them because it meant presents, stickers, BLUE suckers, and roaming the hospital halls!
Time for the Cast to Come Off…
Duck, duck, OOPS
Getting used to life without the cast/splint