Friday, December 28, 2007

They'll laugh at you...

I took a shower with the kids today, trying to get ready to go up north. As we are getting dressed, this is in the conversation.

J: Mom, why do you were that?

M: What? My bra?

J: Yeah, why?

E: So people don't look at her mi-mi's.

J: Why don't you want people to look at your mi-mi's?

E: (matter of fact, of course) Because they will laugh at them.

*pout* What do you say to that?!

Afterwards, as I am making lunch, the kids come in with ice cream cones (pretend ones) and are "licking them" like crazy. I look over and say:

M: Don't eat too much ice cream or you won't eat lunch.

J: (looking at me like I am stupid) Mom, we are just 'attending. We are doing something called using our 'magination, it's not real ice cream, mom.

I tell you kids are so literal it's funny sometimes.

If all else fails, do it yourself (with some help!)

We bought jaxen a loft bed earlier this year. We didn't think to measure it before we brought it home. We have vaulted ceilings, so everything must fit, right? It was really high and he wouldn't sleep on it. Then we thought we would buy the frame for the bed to go under it (it could be a bunk bed too). We figured he could sleep on the bottom bunk until he was brave enough to hike up to the top. IKEA stopped making it. Now what?!

So, for the last few months we have been trying to sell it on Craigslist. I wanted to be able to get some money for it, and everyone was really trying to lower it. Mind you, this is a bed that has never been slept on.

Leave it to a friend to come up with a great idea (thanks Bridget), and even better to volunteer her husband (he, he, thanks Jason) to help! So last night we had the Hopkins over for dinner, the men taylored the bed, and had dessert. It was a great chance to hang out, chat, and fix a problem that has been driving me nuts pretty much from a few days after we bought it.

Overall I am pleased with how it all turned out, take a look!

Before (look at the dresser for size comparison)


We were going to take the race car bed out of the room, but decided to keep it so Ember can have "sleep over surprises" with Jaxen every once in a while. She slept in it last night and loved it!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Secret Santa Helpers

Every year we do Christmas Angels off the trees at the mall. This year, we decided to do something different within our church. I talked to the Relief Society President and we came up with a plan. Our family was going to be a Secret Santa Helpers. The people we were doing this for secretly were older, so me and the kids came up with a plan.

Every other day until Christmas we were going to drop something small off, ring the bell, and run. The kids loved to remind me that today was "Secret Grandma Day" and would pick out of the little gifts we bought to bring over. Some we bought and some where home made.

Shaun and I couldn't help but smile when we saw the two of them with these huge grins running as fast as they could back to the van after ringing the bell. Ember's little boots slapping the pavement. Jaxen's "aaahhh"and silly run after he appears from around the side of the house. RUN! Really, they probably could have walked faster than someone would have made it to the door, but it was fun and made it seem more"sneaky".

Christmas Eve was the last night of the SSH, and I went with Shaun (he had taken the kids the last few times) and noticed that one of the houses had up the Snowflakes (I made a poem to go with it) we had made for them in their window.

During this adventure, every once in a while I wondered if we were more of a bother with the token gifts then it was worth to them. Seeing the snowflakes in the window made me smile and realize that people can be touched by the small things and appreciate the thought.

We had so much fun as a family doing this and it made the season a little more meaningful and fun.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Year-in-Review Letter

Dearest Loved Ones,

2007 was supposed to be a lucky year, and I guess in many ways it was. I am glad I am not a betting woman or I would have put money on a totally different outcome for the year. A year in review:

Shaunton and I celebrated 7 years of wedded bliss, I am happy to say that there is no itch.

Somehow we managed to get pregnant while using protection…and fending off two little ones that liked to sleep in our bed. We decide we wanted to be surprised with this pregnancy and not find out what we are having. After all, we have a boy and a girl…it was going to be one or the other, right? I mean, what are the chances I was abducted and impregnated with alien spawn? The big surprise was that I had complications, serious complications. Two boring, normal pregnancies and two healthy babies had me unprepared for the bleeding that started at 12 weeks. Come July, about 22 weeks into the pregnancy, I decided to get a second opinion on the bleeding and ended up admitted to the hospital. Two blood transfusions, meds to stop contractions, steroid shots for lung development, and 5 weeks later there was no more they could do. The baby needed out, and now. We had our tiny miracle baby, Owen Edison Davis, on August 3, 2007 at 6:50pm (27 weeks gestation). He was a whopping 2 lbs. .3 oz. and was 13 inches long. Twelve long weeks of rollercoaster emotions, worry, hospital visits, one surgery, four blood transfusions, and a partridge in a pear tree…we were finally able to bring Owen home, tipping the scales at 5 lbs. 14 oz. and 19 inches long.

While in the hospital, I managed to miss Jaxen’s first day of school. Yes, he is a big boy now! Kindergarten! His teacher raves about his artistic ability (much more detailed than most kids his age) his agility (the only one in his class that can cross the monkey bars) and his smarts (we already knew he was a genius). He is doing extremely well and likes school. He makes us so proud. He has a crazy sense of humor and loves to entertain his classmates, sister and brother.

Ember is three years old and can’t wait for preschool, maybe after Christmas break. She loves to paint, play play-doh, sing (she is quite the song writer and sings her own material often), and take care of Owen (Yikes! This one has been an adventure!) When she isn’t in his face or kissing him all over, she is mothering her dollies, pretending to be pregnant with her doll up her shirt, or pumping “mi-mi’s” for her baby (like mom). She also loves to read (she has quite a few memorized and likes to read to me and Owen).

Shaun is still at Jacobs, this is year five. He has racked up quite a bit of daddy points while I was in the hospital. It took a lot for him to take care of two little ones, taxi them between friends’ houses to watch them while he worked, and still find time to entertain his bed ridded wife each night. He has also learned how to do laundry, I am sure he could still figure it out…if I let him. He played flag football this year. He was the best player on the team…and he was the center…so that tells you something. He still likes to work out to maintain that svelte figure. I still don’t know how he manages to get up 2-3 days a week at 4 am to do it! That, my friends, is determination!

I am a SAHM with 3 wonderful (and awful, and silly, and fun, and crazy) kids whom I love (most of the time). We are adjusting to being a family of five. We thank the Lord for taking a chance on us. Somehow the cards fell just the way they were supposed to. We have all we could ask for and more and give thanks to Heavenly Father daily for all our blessings. 2007 was a year with crazy odds, but ones we were able to beat. We love each of you who have been a part of it, both directly and indirectly. We think about you often. May 2008 be a calmer year (yah right!) and one that brings us all closer together.

Count your blessings; See what the Lord has done!

Best wishes and all our love,

The Davis Family

Friday, December 21, 2007

What is that sound?!

I meant to blog about this a week ago when it happened, but Shaun made me 'll see why.

I was lying down with Owen trying to get him to sleep when I hear this tapping sound. It was like someone hammering on something. I thought it was coming from next door. I was getting slightly annoyed, but it was the middle of the day, which I prefer to the middle of the night. The only problem was that it was very rhythmic. Tap tap tap *pause* tap tap tap. I got up to see if it was the kids banging around on the walls or something. Nope. Finally, I noticed I could really hear it in Ember's room. I open her blinds and a bird goes flying. Was that a woodpecker?! I mean, don't woodpeckers live in forests or something! And like trees?! LOL I went outside to look at the underside of the roof by Ember's room and didn't see anything. I got back in bed and kinda forgot about it.

The next day Shaun was home and we hear the same tapping sound. I told Shaun about my woodpecker theory. He got the camera and was going to try and take a picture of it. He went out by the orange tree (sans oranges, still a baby) and trying to turn the camera on. The click of the lens made the bird poke its head out from under the awning of the roof and look (quite sneakily I might add) all around. Shaun tried to zoom in and that is when the bird realized it had been had. It booked it to the next door neighbors roof. Shaun tried to take a picture then, but it flew off before he could. So, sorry no pictures (that is why he wanted me to wait to post the blog)!

Since tapping, which is nice because I really don't want to share my house with a bird. Although, we do have real estate in a nice big tree in our front yard. He can go peck on that all he wants.

Sweet Relief

Last night I was up late wrapping presents. I wanted to get it done so I wasn't stressing last minute. I put Owen to bed around 9-9:30. When all was said and done I fell into bed around 11:30. I thought Owen would be waking up within the next hour or so. NOPE! He woke up at 3:30! I don't really know what constitutes "sleeping through the night", but a 5-6 hour stretch seemed pretty close. Granted, it was only one night (so far). Maybe it was Owen's Christmas present for me...which would have been really great if I went to bed the same time he did (hindsight!) :)

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Christmas Shopping

I am finally done! Shopping is way to stressful! That is why I called a friend last night, last minute, and begged, I mean, asked her to go with me! It was actually really fun. (Granted I missed a few things on the list, LOL).

As I sat in bed last night I realized that poor Owen has only one gift. Yeap, just one...and it ain't even from us... it's from "Santa". I know he isn't old enough to open and enjoy presents, but come on...nothing under the tree? That is unheard of! So I trotted down to Target this morning and got him three outfits. One "from" each of the kids and a nice church outfit from mom and dad. All the kids have essentially 4 gifts. One from each sibling, one from mom and dad, and one from Santa. Jaxen and Ember will have stocking stuffers (I love the Dollar Tree!)...I am not even going to try and find stuff for Owen's stocking (at least I remember to get him one this year). He needed clothes, holiday or not, and I can't for the life of me think of anything to put in the stocking. He won't remember and, honestly, neither will we. LOL

This book needs a medic!

Our family loves to read and makes frequent trips to the library to stock up. Jaxen and Ember like to read to and from the library. On the way to the library today Jaxen pipes up from the backseat.

J: "Mom, the spider book is ripped!" (The Very Busy Spider for those that care to know the exact title)

M: "Did you rip it?"

J: "No, it was already like that."

M: "Oh, that's ok, they will fix it at the library."

J: "Like a nurse?"

M: "What?"

J: "Like a nurse, for books. The nurse takes it and fixes it with tape."

M: "Yes, like a nurse...for books."

I know that I have played "book nurse" too many times to count. I thought this was a cute little analogy that he came up with.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Christmas Questions

So, up until this point in our little lives (the kids that is) there have been no real questions about Santa or any other aspect of Christmas for that matter. But, something has been triggered in Jaxen's brain and the questions are coming outta the woodwork. Now, the answers took a minute to come up with (hadn't really thought about it before). So read up, and memorize so you know what to tell your kids when they ask.

Q. How does Santa know who to bring presents too? How does he know who is good and who is bad?

A. Heavenly Father and Santa go way back. They know each other really good. And because Heavenly Father knows if you are being good and telling the truth etc, he tells Santa who is on the naughty list and who is on the nice list. (And he is watching you all the time, so he really knows!)

Now, this has worked great in getting Jaxen to fess up to some fibs he has told lately. I just say, Heavenly Father knows if you are choosing the left and he is going to talk to Santa. Works like a charm. Too bad I couldn't use it all year! Well, I guess Heavenly Father and the Easter Bunny could go way back too....who else does he know?!

Q. How will Santa get into our house, we don't have a thing on our roof (chimney of course)!

A. Santa has a magic key that can open up any lock so he can bring presents to everyone, even those who don't have chimneys.

Q. He doesn't bring bad guys presents, huh mom?

A. Nope, the bad guys don't get presents. NOTE: This question is different than kids who are naughty, this is referring to bad guys like robbers, etc. Maybe they get coal, but I think they are soo bad they don't even get that!

My nephew had asked the same questions to my SIL...and her answers were the same! Great minds think alike and "validated" our answers to the kids.

Friday, December 14, 2007

You know you're tired when...

you let yourself succumb to your 3 year old and her pretend play so you can rest for 20 minutes. Going as far as to invite her to do what you never thought you would before....

Was it worth it? I don't really think I got 20 minutes in, but I did pass out for at least 2 minutes of it. I was digging barrettes outta the depths of my hair for the next 10 (just when you think you have them feel a hard spot)!

Oh well, 20 minutes of cheap entertainment for her, and a bit of a rest for me. I'll take it!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Call off the search, I found him!

I haven't been able to find my son! Instead I have been living with a wolfy little boy. He needed a haircut...and bad. I was not about to fight with him to cut it. Let it grow, it wasn't in his eyes yet. Sorry, it is not on my list o' things to do. I actually have enough on my plate already. It had to be his decision, and it was (with a little bribery, and man are those little ones easy to please!).

Before (yes, that's Jaxen)

After (ah, there is the face I know and love)

Here's looking at you!

Choke hold anyone?!

We really don't watch wrestling! Ember loves to hug, but more often than not, it ends up being more like a choke hold (at least for poor Owen). LOL We are still working on being's a work in progress.

Ironically, I find myself thinking about the fact that right now Jaxen and Ember cannot for the life of themselves leave Owen alone. They are forever in his face, kissing, hugging, making him wave, patting and rubbing his head, talking in the high pitched squeally voice, and Jaxen's favorite... pretending Owen "hit" him (takes Owens hand and touches his face with it), making a groaning sound, and throwing himself onto the bed or other nearby landing pad. Quite theatric it all is, too bad Owen could really care less (although he is to the point where he will make eye contact, no real facial expressions yet, but apparently the kids don't notice, they love to entertain him). But, it drives me nuts! Don't get me wrong, it is cute, it all is, for the first few minutes. I guess because it always seems to be when I am trying to change him, or his is BFing, or know THOSE times. Not to mention his hair reeks (all those slobbery wet kisses add up you know)! I go to snuggle him and get a big whif of stink! EEWWW.

Fast forward a year from now and they won't want him near them and I won't hear the end of it. "Mom, Owen is touching my stuff!" "Mom, we're trying to play and Owen is bothering us!". "Owen," said the grouchy brother and sister, "you aren't big enough!" will drive me nuts!

*sigh* At least they love each other now.

Genius *eyes rolling* and it ain't even Monday

Ok, so this happened on Sunday, but it was still rather funny. *clearing throat* Shaun was writing out our tithing check and he couldn't get the pen to work. I told him to suck on the tip to get the ink to move up. He tells me to do it. (I should have felt the karma right there, right?) So I suck on it....and guess who had a grey mouth the rest of Sunday?! Yes, it came squirting out into my mouth. LOVELY. Add insult to injury?...Shaun decided to use a different pen...after all my hard work.

Shaun calls home from work tell me something really funny he did that morning. He put on two different shoes! *giggle* Granted, they are the same style (he has a pair of black and a pair of brown), so they could be confused in the dark. And to be real honest I have done this before too. (It comes with being considerate of the sleeping spouse and getting ready in the dark). Good thing he comes home for lunch and could change.

Another little cute tid-bit. The kids and I were in the shower(I know, it is a reoccuring theme, right? Seriously, we do have interesting conversations in the shower.) Ember tells me that when she gets big and has big mi-mi's she is going to give Owen mi-mi's. Um, baby, Owen will be big when you get can give your babies mi-mi's. But you have to do what first? Jaxen pipes in and says be pregnant! Ok, true, but not quite what I was looking for. What do you have to do before that? Jaxen thinks....and says (which was the answer I was going for) go to the Temple! Ah, there you have it. A lesson in the shower.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Play-doh, DOH!

So Ember has been addicted to play-doh. We play every day after we drop Jaxen off at school. I mean, it is a little messy, but no big deal. Today was like any other. I had just gotten the bright idea to add a little water to the play-doh that was a little hard. You know what I mean. Soft enough to play with but to hard too roll and stuff. So I set down Owen (he's sleeping) and start the task. Owen starts crying while I am in the middle of kneeding one of the doh's. So, I keep working at it, knowing that I will be done shortly. Ember tells me she doesn't have messy hands so she can go see Owen.

I call her and tell her to come no availe. Meanwhile Owen is crying...the stopping....then crying...then stopping. I walk in (messy hands in all) to see Ember picking up Owen (she is on her knees kinda picking him up) scooting him toward the pillows. I totally freaked out! What?! I guess it is my fault for putting him in the center of my queen sized bed for a nap...from now on he is going right in the bassinett.

I asked her what she was thinking, and she said....Owen was crying so I was picking him up.


Monday, December 3, 2007

Mom...this looks like you!

Was it a page out of a magazine? or a pretty woman on TV? Nope. Jaxen informed me on Sunday right after church (as he gets the "it-just-clicked" look on his face). That this looks like me...

Now, mind you it takes me a minute to register that he is comparing me to a fat cow. Then he goes on to say that it looks like me because...

Did you guess it looks like me because it has mi-mi's like I do? Yeap, that's it. *sigh* Well, I guess it is better to look like a fat cow because we both share utters versus him thinking I am fat, or as in the case of this cow, spotted, or some other random bovine attribute.

On to another child. Owen was blessed yesterday. All went well (he slept right through it). I was extremely paranoid because the coughs seemed to echo through the chapel. *eek* It didn't help that we had family there with us. They added their own noises to the group. I had one nephew (age 1) who like to give a little yelp when all was silent. I had another nephew (6) who was so excited to sing, but it was more a loud reading from the Hymns (cute, though) and a dramatic and very loud "Amen" after ever testimony. All the hugging over the pews, and you would think that we haven't seen each other in forever, and that it wasn't just Thanksgiving that we all got together.

On to the last child (but not by birth order). In our house we have somehow adopted the phrase, "someone took their silly pills". I think I can attribute this to Ryan Sauer and a Home Teaching visit. Anywho, Shaun has started using this as well as the kids. Rather cute. Last night, Ember wanted Jaxen toys and her dad wouldn't let her take it. She stormed into my bedroom (I'm feeding Owen) and proceeds to tell me that "Daddy....Daddy took his awful pills!". Huh? What happened I ask her. "Daddy wouldn't let me take Jaxen's swords (this are the silly plastic swords that come in the islandy (non-alcoholic drinks) at Denny's) He managed to scrounge up one from a few family members at the dinner table....for his superheroes to use (of course). So, I told her I was sorry he took his awful pills and maybe she should help him find his silly ones.

And that is the weekend update!

Friday, November 30, 2007

The sound of silence

Ok, so it isn't all that quieter around the house. But I want to shout from the rooftop, "I haven't pumped in a week!" YES! (Oh my, what shoud I do with the extra two hours I have now?!)
So, the little (but annoying) hum of the pump is gone. I took it back on Tuesday. Owen has been strictly BF since Friday of last week. He eats a lot more often, and his poop is rather interesting, but overall nights are a lot easier....ok, the co-sleeping has begun. I am too tired to get in and outta bed all night, so he is usually in our bed most of the time.

Mind you, this is an executive decision. He is supposed to be on thickener and formula (to add calories)...I will cross that hurtle with the Dr. when we get to it. *eek* Right now I am not too worried about it, he is eating like crazy, and still moving the fluids if you know what I mean!

He is a BFing champ! (and I was worried)....(even though all my kids were BFing champs)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Be Aggressive! Be Be Aggressive! *cheer*

Ok, no really. I have a problem. Apparently Jaxen is being "aggressive" at school. I thought it might be adjusting to Owen being home, but we don't have problems here, and the problems at school just started. So, not sure what to do. He has been getting up earlier lately because he says his bed is too cold. Maybe he is just tired?

We are going to try grounding him from video games (he doesn't play that much anyway) and movies that aren't rated G (before you call all crazy, we mean like Spiderman and Transformers, not rated R movies, movies that we have allowed him to watch before, but that have fighting in them.) Shaunton will talk to his teacher each day as he picks him up, if he hit or did anything else aggressive, he is going to have to take a nap when he gets home after lunch.

He will be grounded from said items for one week, if he hits or something during that time, it starts all over at a week.

I really don't know what else to do, or where this is stemming from. Hopefully things start to setting down and he is that same fun loving little boy we know and love.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Turkey Chase

So, like every year, we went up north for Thanksgiving. Originally, it was going to just be Shaun and the kids. But, after much contemplation, I decided to go with Owen. We planned on staying one night. Here is a run down on what can (and did) happen in one weekend.

1. We stop for BK before heading out. Get toward the interstate when Jaxen says he doesn't have his nuggets in the bag. So, we turn around and go back. I walk into the restaraunt and explain the story. The guy reaches into the bag and pull out the chicken nuggets. *cringe* Don't I feel stupid. I guess I should have looked, but to Jaxen's credit it was dark and they were covered with his french fries. Tack off 10 minutes dealing with that.

We get there and go to sleep. Waking up bright and early the next morning is Ember, ready to herd sheep. After trying to get her to stay, we decided to see how she would do. Her and daddy herded sheep for about 2 and a half hours. She did great for her first time! It was really cold, but she was bundled up and ready.

Owen and Grandma meet for the first time.

2. One the second day, we get suckered into staying another night....ok, it wasn't that bad (and I was willing because Owen was doing well and I packed extra).

3. On the second night, Ember falls against the stove (it is an old fashion wood burning stove) and burns her hand pretty bad.

4. On the way back, 50 ft from the paved interstate, we get passed up by some car whose wheel throws up a rock and breaks our window. I am just thankful that it didn't go through the window and hit Ember. We must have been a sight driving from Pinon into Flagstaff with a sheet jimmied over the window. Once we got to Flag we were able to get the usual cardboard with tape so we could look like people that can't afford a new window.

A 5 hour trip took 9. We got home, took a shower, and went to bed.

Then...the adventure starts anew.

Jaxen (from the bathroom) ..."mooommm, something broke!" What could it be? The towel bar (for the third time) from him hanging on it (for the third time). *sigh* It never ends!

Friday, November 23, 2007

Why you shouldn't eavesdrop...

So, Shaun is taking a quick shower with the kids. We are getting ready to go over the SIL's house to have Thanksgiving dinner. I get ready to poke my head in to tell them to hurry up when I overhear this conversation between Jaxen and his Dad.

J: Ewwww dad, your penis is gross!
S: What?
J: I said your penis is gross!
S: Why? You have a penis too you know.
J: Yeah...but yours has hair on it! (How is Shaun calm? I am totally cracking up already)
S: Well, you'll have hair on yours too when you get older.
J: But not right now, when I grow bigger.
S: Yes, when you get get bigger.

Ok, um....I was totally cracking up. Kids, they are so observant and honest...and apparently grossed out by the adult physique....if they only knew...they are headed that way too! Scary, huh?

Monday, November 19, 2007

Lunch Time Conversation

So, Shaun just got home with Jaxen and while eating lunch had a conversation that went something like this.

S: So Davi (sounds like Davie) is a weird name for a girl.
J: Davi's not weird.
S: She seems like "one of the boys", she must be pretty cool.
J: ....Girls can't be cool dad.
S: Why not? Your mom is cool.
J: No she's not....she's great action!

Great action is some weird phrase we coined....means a lot of things like (but not limited to): That is so great, that is so neat, YES, and other situations that would call for that sort of response.

Kinda like my blog is "great action". There, I have used it in a sentence for you, so you should be able to easily incorporate it into your own jargon.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

How many ounces in a gallon?

The answer is 128.

Why such the random question? Well, it really isn't that random. I cleaned out my deep freezer today...because I had no room for food (we don't have any room in our side freezer for that matter)! Is it full of food already? Nope, it was full of milk....breast milk. Seriously, the only food in the deep freezer was: 1 pack of bacon, 1 half salmon, about 10 corndogs, and a box of push ups buried somewhere on the bottom.

Yes, I was attached...didn't want to get rid of it...and for good reason. As mentioned in my previous post I spend 2 hours each day working for that stuff...not to mention the time it takes to prep and clean up afterward!

Long story short...I pump still (see previous post) and what I pump in a day is used fresh for Owen's bottles the next day. So I haven't been freezing BM for the past few days and haven't used any out of the freezer. Yes, I know I am a milk making machine!

Here was the debate: Buy a new bigger freezer....or *cringe* get rid of some milk. We were leaning toward the freezer, but decide that in the long run the freezer we have is big enough for our family --- sans the BM.

So I went through it today and tossed out all the milk dated prior to 9/20. Here is where the random question becomes useful.

Here is the grand total of what was tossed (yes...I know what you are thinking, it was a lot so I did sit down and count it all out, LOL):

81 bags of milk = 620 ounces = 4.8 gallons

WOW. *sigh* It was hard to let those precious bags go. But, I can't donate it (due to blood transfusion) and going without food is not an option. So *gulp* the deed is done, no going back now.

On another note, my deep freezer is still half full of milk, so I still have "a bit" to work with....and my side freezer is BM free!!!! YEAH. Maybe now we can actually buy some food and not try to fit it into the freezer like TETRIS pieces!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

What's Eating Mommy Monique

So, here is a short list of what is driving me absolultely crazy at the present:

1. Pumping - I cannot stand it. It is amazing....I just calculated that I spend 2 hours a day on pumping alone!

2. Bottle feeding - This is not a bash to those that bottle feed, but seriously, it is so much easier to whip out a boob. Poor Owen's crys...they go from a soft cry to a scream because I can't heat up the stupid bottle fast enough. You aren't supposed to use a microwave (I don't, but have known several people who did), I use a bottle warmer, and that few minutes it takes to heat up seems like eternity....especually in the middle of the night!

3. Regression - Ember. Enough said. She has started having "accidents" (not everyday or anything, but every once in a while). It is hard not to get upset at her because she has been potty trained since she was two!

4. Sickness - I feel like such a bad mom, I am constantly nagging at Ember to get out of Owen's face, get away from him, don't touch him, don't touch his stuff, blah blah. I just really don't want him to get sick...and she just doesn't want to listen. Dad has been sick to...and I nag him as well...but he listens a little better.

5. Germs - I am now officially a germaphob. I have to wash my hands before and after EVERYTHING. I am constantly walking around disinfecting door knobs, light switches, phones, remotes, name it and I have probably disinfected it....or tried to. It is driving me crazy, and my husband....ok, probably my kids too....since I am constantly following around and giving them purell, and telling them to wash their hands, etc. (Makes for good bathroom habits though).

Could anything else make the list? Probably, but it isn't coming to me at the moment.

So, I leave you on this note: Multi-task is my new middle name.

1. I can write a blog while pumping, (and occasionally eat while doing aforementioned)
2. I can wake up at night and feed Owen while pumping, and
3. the kids favorite, I can read and pump at the same time!

Sorry, I don't do parties and I can't teach you the tricks of my trade.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

2 kids + trampoline + hose attachment = a staple

Makes no sense right? Let me break it down for you. Not only do I care for 3 children, one of which doesn't allow much sleep at night, but I also manage to cook and clean in my "spare time". It was during this spare time that the incident occurred.

I was cooking dinner and loading the dishwasher while the kids played in the backyard. I had the door open so I could hear them, and the little boy from next door was over. All is well. All of a sudden Ember bursts into the house saying Jaxen has "blood on him". So I go out to see what is going on. His face is covered with blood and his shirt is drenched. Lucky (ok, unlucky) for me, I have experienced a head laceration (same kid, different addition problem) before so I knew they can bleed something nasty. I manage to carry him inside and wipe him down to see a pretty nasty gash. I call Shaun and let him know he needs to come home....because I AM NOT taking Owen to an emergency room. (Bad enough to take your kids there when they need to go and expose them to all that "stuff")

Four hours later, two staples (a whole 'nother story) and we have a staple in our sons head. He sure was the talk of the town in school today. And, he has decided, next year he wants to be a mummy for Halloween (his whole head was wrapped in gauze to keep the patch over it).

Oh, by the way...what happened? They were playing a dinosaur game they made up on the trampoline and Ember hit him on the head with the hose attachment we use to water the garden. NICE....yes, anything can be turned into a weapon.

Funny to note, as I am cleaning him up, Jaxen goes on to tell me. "I knew we shouldn't have played that game, I'm not going to anymore."

Friday, November 2, 2007

Mom, it's time to pump

So, I have posted about how Ember likes to do the same things for her baby that I do for Owen. Here is another little snip-it of what she is willing to do for her babies! (Obviously I am not going to post one of myself as a milk making machine! LOL)

I have a weed

Since Owen's release on Sunday we have had two appt's. He was released from the hospital at 5 lbs 14 the past week he has gained weight....he now weighs 6 lbs 9 oz. Almost a pound in a week. It is amazing how well they do when they are fed when they are hungry (and not every 3 hours on the dot) and how much they want to eat, as well as BFing every other feed and all the loving and cuddling a little boy could ask for.
We are so blessed to finally have him home with us, and we are excited for the day that we get to show him off....until then, we are tucked away....letting him get bigger and stronger before he makes his big debut!

Monday, October 29, 2007

Sleep is over-rated


*startle* huh, time to get up already? It's been 2 hours?

Time to change baby, feed baby, pump, and hold him for 15 minutes afterward to help with reflux?

Why not? Sleep is sooooo over-rated.


Friday, October 26, 2007

What one phone call means....

It means that my son is not coming home tomorrow. Apparently, they did a blood work up and his levels are low....he needs another transfusion. What number is this you might ask? Transfusion #4. *sigh* Soooooooooo, when do I get to bring him home....key words "don't plan on it"....I am waiting for them to shove him out the door. No nesting tonight...he will be on an IV and will be one cranky little monkey without that food!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Let's reward mom...

We have a ticket reward system, each ticket being worth $.25. This is to reward good behavior, good deeds, and other little things we have trouble remembering (the kids) or the kids don't like to do (i.e. brushing teeth, putting on glasses, and sleeping in our own beds at night - all the way through). Well, both kids managed to sleep through the night in their own bed (Ember was redirected once in the middle of the night) so I made a big deal outta them getting a ticket for sleeping in their own bed. Ember then exclaimed, "Mommy, you get a ticket can put it in my jar!"

As we were driving to see Owen (after an eventful morning of getting Jaxen to school) Ember mentioned that our tree will grow oranges. I told her it would in a couple of years. She then said, we can eat 'em, huh mom?.....but not the crust."

On a different note:

We are nesting at the hospital tomorrow night. Owen (fingers crossed) might be coming home this weekend....he has had really good weight gain the last few days!

Monday, October 22, 2007

Kids say the silliest things

Ember has been full of insight lately.

At church yesterday she wanted me to wrap up her baby. She then asked if it was a "burrito or a taco"....I tell her it is wrapped like a burrito...and she proceeds to tell me she doesn't want it like a burrito, she wants it like a taco. How do you wrap a baby like a taco?

I have told my children since they were small (smaller than they are now) that they need to brush their teeth two times a day so bugs don't build houses in their teeth. Recently, I went to the dentist and found out I have a cavity. I told my kids about the cavity. So, last night as we are getting ready for bed my daughter says you need to brush your teeth mom, bugs already built a castle in there. Wow, a castle sounds so much more worse than a simple little house. She goes on to tell me, you need to get a shot in your mouth so they can take it out. Yes baby, in some analogistic (is that a word?) way, you are right.

This is almost as good as Jaxen and people "choosing the left". Apparently, if you are not Choosing the Right, you are choosing the left. As he points out, bad guys choose the left mom. This has worked to our advantage as when we think he is not telling the truth we ask him if he is choosing the left...gets the truth out every time.

Ember also likes to sing, all the time, mostly her own lyrics. She has coined "don't be mean, don't be mad" the rhythm of the song that goes "it's ok, it's alright" a hip hop song on the radio right know which one?

Kids are so much fun....they are so insightful, so honest (sometimes brutal and sometimes embarrasing) and so cute. I enjoy every minute of it.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Sun is Always Shining: Finding Joy Through the Light of Christ

I just got done reading this book by Ryan J. Hulbert, Ph.D. He is an LDS psychologist. I really enjoyed it. He used analogies that I could relate to in everyday life. I dog-earred a lot of pages that had analogies or quotes that work for me. I guess yoou could technically call it a self-help book, but for me it was more of an eye opener on how you effect your mood and how living in the present is the only way to be fully alive. We tend to dwell on the past or focus to much on the future. This book really put it all in perspective. It was relevant to my life as a LDS woman with Biblical and Book of Mormon references that applied.

Overall a good read, I already use some of the analogies and quotes daily when I start to stress and have anxiety about the future, and when I ponder to long on the what-if's. If the tid-bits below inspire you, read the book!

A few tid-bits I really liked:

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could: some blunders and absurdities crept in: forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. R.W. Emerson

The only place we can breathe is the present. We cannot breathe in the past, and we cannot breathe in the future. Similarly , the only place we can fully be alive is in the present, when our being is fueled by its proper Fuel of Inspiration. It is interesting to note that the word "spirit" comes from the latin spirare, which means "to breathe".

The mind has been liked to a stage on which only one act at a time can be performed. From one side of the wings the Lord, who loves us, is trying to put on the stage of our minds that which will bless us. From the other side of the wings the devil, who hates us, is trying to put on the stage of our minds that which will curse us. We are the stage managers; we are the ones who decide which thought will occupy the stage. We are the one who must decide whose thoughts will prevail...we will be what we think about - what we consistantly allow to occupy the stage of our minds. Ezra Taft Benson

Friday, October 19, 2007

Still weighting

Ok, so now this issue is weight gain. Owen is not gaining at a steady rate...he loses and gains, loses and gains. They want to keep him there until he has 3-4 days of consistant healthy weight gain. *sigh*

Thursday, October 18, 2007

What is that thing in the back of my float?

Translated: What is that thing in the back of my throat? My son proceeded to ask me this during the morning tooth brushing sing-a-long (don't ask). I paused for a minute and said, "I don't know, I will find out and tell you".

Then I started thinking of Monster House, there is a part of the house they called it....(thinking to self) called it...(it comes to me....or so I think)'s called a vulva. So I proceed to tell my son that it is called a Vulva. (It sounded kinda least at 7 am).

He then asks what it how do I spend my morning? Researching to find out what it is really called and what it does....I mean I don't want to be the dumb mom. I just hope he doesn't tell the kids at school he knows where his vulva is! (sigh). Although he is in Kindergarten, so they don't really know either, unless he shares his new found knowledge with his teacher...who i think will know...considering it is well past 7 am now.

So for those that didn't know, it is an Uvula (see kinda sounds the same....right?) Here is the function:

The uvula plays an important role in the articulation of the sound of the human voice to form the sounds of speech.[1] It functions in tandem with the back of the throat, the palate, and air coming up from the lungs to create a number of guttural and other sounds. Consonants pronounced with the uvula are not found in English; however, languages such as Arabic, French, German, Hebrew, Ubykh, and Hmong use uvular consonants to varying degrees. Certain African languages use the uvula to produce click consonants as well. In English (as well as many other languages), it closes to prevent air escaping through the nose when making some sounds.

Now, the question is how do I break that down to a 5 year old? Let's hope first that vulva didn't stick and I can easily trade the word out with the right one. Then, I will state briefly that it's job is to help us talk....ok, that covers the basics, right?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Just a little update on a previous post. Still have the big blister, but convinced by dear hubby to help in the garden. He tilled up all the grass and I planted. We finished this past weekend, which is good because with Owen coming home, it would never get done. Now...all I have to do is remember to water it.

11 weeks in the making

The time has come to say good-bye to NICU. Owen gets to come home on Thursday or Friday...considering that it is Wednesday, I think it is more than likely going to be Friday or sometime this weekend. We are so excited and scared.

On another note. The kids picked out their Halloween costumes. Ember is going to be a Snowflake Princess (whatever that is supposed to be, but the picture is cute) and Jaxen is going to be a Knight (laugh all you want, he was originally going to be a shark...). We get good use out of the costumes this year as Jaxen is invited to 3 different Halloween themed birthday parties. More bang for our buck!

Pregnancy Glow

So, I know someone who has been pregnant on and off for the past few months. I have attached a picture of her in one of the pregnant moments. She is absolutely glowing isn't she? She likes to "have a baby in her tummy like mommy did". We even travel outside of the house like this as well (easier than fighting over her taking it out), mostly recently it was to Jaxen's parent teacher conference. Although inevitably the baby "comes out" so she can love on it and take care of it. She likes to dress them up and pretend to change their diapers. I am a little worried she might try to "help" a little too much when her little brother comes home.

Boys and Bathrooms (The Evidence)

My case in point, I have proof! I now know that I paid good money (ok, it was $2 at a yard sale) for a step stool that doubles as a utility desk while using the bathroom. I guess we can add puzzles to the list o' things to do while on the bowl. I can't wait to see (actually, part of me is a little worried) what else Jaxen comes up with to pass the time while trying to take a poo.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Restart countdown

Owen had a case of reflux last night that went through his nose. We have to wait another seven days. They are going to thicken his feeds a little no bfing at this time.

A little on my middle (child that is)

Ember is growing up so fast and says the darnest things.

She can write the letter E, although it involves more than 3 horizontal stokes (more like 7-8, depending on her mood), but boy is she excited that she can "write her name".

She can count to 10 and can show you how many finger for each number. She is really good at 1-3 and can usually tell you. Something like look mom, there are three birds huh? Yes baby, you're right, there are 3 birds.

She is so anxious to start "school". I told her she could go after Christmas she always tells everyone she is going to school after Christmas. She also says she has to go to school because she can go potty like a big girl. LOL, didn't know that means you had to...but technically it helps.

She also is very thoughtful and always reminds us to say prayers for every meal. She also asks me all the, it time for you to pump? LOL, She knows the routine.

She is happy, healthy (not really right now, but usually) and has a super funny personality...but she can be a grump (can't we all?).

A little about my oldest

I post about Owen all the time, but here is a little tid bit about my oldest.

Jaxen just had parent teacher conferences last week. I find out from his teacher that he is excelling (already knew that), but also learned a few other things:

1) He is the most detailed artist in the class. Example, for an assigment he was supposed to draw four of something. He drew four watermelons slices (green rind, red middle, and black seeds, all the details).

2. He is very task oriented (wonder where he got that from?).

3. He is the only kid in his class that can go across all the monkeybars without help. I knew he could do this, but I didn't know he was the only one.

4. I had another mom come up and tell me how impresses she was that he could write and spell all his family members' names correctly. I knew he could do this too, but I guess I take for granted how much he does know. He loves to write and helps with the grocery lists, likes to write letters and pictures to take to Owen at the hospital, and enjoys helping his sister practice her E's.

Bragging over....for now.

You'll never guess

For all of you that were on the edge of your seat...a five year old boy would take his glasses off and put them on a climbing toy in the backyard so he can jump on the trampoline. I even looked out there and didn't see 'em. Ember walked in and was like here mom, these aren't mine. LOL

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Let the countdown begin

I have 5 days left until my little man comes home...that is unless he has a spell (A&B). His last one was on Tuesday and they won't let him come home until he goes 7 days without an episode. He is off oxygen and is taking anywhere between 45-55 cc's of BM at each feeding. I need to go in tomorrow and the next day for like 3 consecutive BF sessions to see how he does (I still have to figure out how to do this one...with two other kids). He is on a thickener right now, and if he does well on the BFing he may or may not need it. We'll see.

Thanks for the thoughts and prayers!!!


I went to see Owen last night...haven't seen him in two days! Being sick sucks, and i didn't want to pass it to him. Here is a pic right after bath time, he's wide awake ready to eat!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Great news!

Found out yesterday night when I called for a check up that Owen has been off the oxygen since that afternoon. He is more tired, but that is to be expected as he adjusts. I am so excited (and scared) to have him home with us!

He doesn't look that small in this pic, or does he?

Monday, October 8, 2007


He never really looks that small when I hold him, probably because he was only 2 pounds when he was born and now he seems so big...but he does look so tiny in pics.

I can't see

Ok, I have looked this house up and down. If anyone can guess where my five year old put his glasses...please let me know!

On another note, I just got a call from the nurse practitioner. She was giving me information on the Simply Thick stuff that we have to get for Owen for his BM. I guess the plan is to wean him off the oxygen this week, and if he does good he might be able to come home this weekend. The good news is that he will be coming home soon. Whether that be this weekend, or next...we have a relative time line to work off of. I guess I better get my butt in gear and start getting things ready!

It sucks being sick

So, I'm sick, it's official. A small cold, but I hate it and am whiny anyway. I can't go see Owen...ok, I can but I don't want to risk getting him sick...he is so close to coming home that I don't want to chance it. Although, in all reality, when he gets home I can't protect him (well only so much) from sickness, especially from me. Granted he isn't breast feeding at the present time, but I am hoping he will. As I type this I am pumping, don't ask how, I figured out ways to multitask...LOL, even if it does look hilarious!

Owen is doing good, eating his feeds, which are thickened at this point, hence the no breastfeeding right now. They want to see if the thickened BM helps with his far so good.

On another note. I totally gave myself the biggest blister on the center of my palm....gardening. Ok, trying to get rid of grass in the area I want to put the garden....still no garden. Anyone want to volunteer to till and plant for me? LOL I really don't know if I will get around to it with all that is going on right now. *sigh* I guess that is the least of my worries.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Another step forward, hopeully no more steps back

Owen is once again back in Continuing Care. Today I went in to check on my little 5 pound bundle of joy (yeap, he is a chunky one). He was wide awake when I got there. I got to hold him and give him a bath...which he loves. Afterward he ate, and took 45 cc's in about 5 minutes flat. At this rate he is going to be 10 pounds before he comes home. No really though, he has reflux and they are monitoring that and wanting to get him off his oxygen before they send him home. They moved him down to .2 liters on the oxygen machine and he took it in stride. Good boy.

All in all, things are looking good. Maybe, just maybe he might be home before his due date. LOL

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Don't leave the baby home alone with dad...

Ok, so Tuesday night we were scheduled to take an infant CPR class and a bringing home baby class...granted we aren't even bringing home baby, but we will sooner or later.

So, CPR has changed a lot since the last time I took it. We were all given a dummy baby to practice on. First we go over the hymlic (sp?) manuever. You take the baby hold it over one hand and give it 5 blows to the back. You can hear Shaun's ring getting the poor baby in the back of the head. LOL It happens a lot the teacher said, and to be fair, my baby did get a few rings to the back of the head.

Then we move on the CPR. We start trying to practice the blows and Shaun can't get his baby's chest to rise. We think it is the doll (maybe something is loose), but the instructor was able to get it going right away. Nose up to the ceiling. It takes him a few more tries before he gets it. And chest compressions weren't much better. He kept forgetting and taking his hand off of the chest and having to find the spot, or else he was compressing the ribs. Poor guy, I am sure he felt weird, he was the only guy there...but before you feel too bad for him, there was just 3 of us and the instructor.

I can tease him about it, you know I don't know about leaving you alone, poor kid wouldn't stand a chance. LOL

Shaun, if you read this, I love was a good laugh...and I trust you with the baby....(I think).

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Boys and Bathrooms

What is it with boys and bathrooms. I mean, I found out soon enough after getting married that men can stay in the bathroom for quite a while. I don't know how or why they can sit there and read. Why not just go to the bathroom, get off and read somewhere more comfortable?

Jaxen has taken this a step further. Not only does he take just as long as his dad (sometimes longer, especially when we are not at home) to use the restroom, but he goes prepared. He takes in books and toys! He sits there and reads or plays with his toys leaning toward the ground. Action noises and sound included. It cracks me up! In all honesty he was on the bowl for a good 45 minutes just a little while ago.

Once in a while he forgets one of the most important things....then I hear the yell.

"Mom, hurry come turn on the air! Hurry I can't hold it anymore".

I walk in, he is on the toilet trying hard to hold it until the air is turned on to help reduce the smell. No wonder he can stay in there for so long.

See us women have to work everything. Showering and using the restroom included. I can't even think of the last time I was on the bowl for longer than 5 minutes....ok, I can, but that is a hospital story that no one...seriously no one wants to know's bad enough my hubby knows.

See, if we aren't fast enough, we come out and the house is destroyed, all the snacks are gone, or some other bizarre I-wanted-to-try-it-something-or-ether was accomplished/destroyed while we took the time sit on the bowl. Just another "luxury" that men have...although seriously I don't think it is one that I care to have.

Two steps forward, one step back

I got a call last night from the hospital, Owen was moved from Continuing Care back to the NICU.

Owen has bad reflux. Apparently, yesterday evening he refluxed up into his mouth and nose...he stopped breathing and his heart rate dropped. They had to use an oxygen mask to get his heart rate back up.

They stopped his feedings, he was put on an IV and they did blood tests and a chest x-ray...everything came back good. They are worried about him apparating (sp?). All the tests come back clear, not fluid in the lungs.

They are going to start feeding him again today slowly.

I was so upset yesterday, I had just scheduled Shaun and I for some classes that we need to take before he can come home...and then this happens.

He is ok, and so we are too. He'll be able to come home when he is good and just looks like it is going to be closer to his due date than we had thought.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Continuing Care

Owen moved up yesterday to continuing care, still no clear timeline on when he will be going home, but it is one step closer to the door literally and figuratively.

On another note, Jaxen was pointing out the differences between a donkey and a horse to Ember. I asked him how he got so smart, and he said "I think I got that way in Heaven". LOL

Friday, September 28, 2007

Paying the Price and more interesting stuff

So, Ember and Jaxen had their well child check ups on Wednesday along with the dreaded shots. Well, yesterday I notice that Ember's right arm is swollen, red, and hard. She says it doesn't hurt and she doesn't have a fever or anything so I decided that I would call this morning to see if this is normal. I call and the nurse says to bring her in so the doctor can look at it. I thought it would be something quick....nope, I have to pay my co-pay ($20) to have the doctor take a look. BIG SURPRISE. Once I pay that, then I know it is going to be a "everything-looks-good-give-her-some-benadryl" kinda answer. YEAP. Wow, the worst $20 I have spent in a long time...see what happens when you worry about your kids too much.

On another note: Last night we went in to see Owen after dinner. I had called in advance to have a lactation consultatant come by. I have been stressing lately on whether or not Owen is going to be able to nurse, how to try it, etc. Granted my other two had no problems, but they weren't born at 27 weeks either (42 weeks if you want to get specific). She comes and says we will try right now (it is his feeding time). So after pumping for a few minutes I give it a shot. He "tries", althought I don't really know what he is doing....more like an up down motion with his mouth. But, that's trying, right? LOL The consultant comes back in with a shield and shows me how to use it. Apparently many preemies do well with the shield and transition to regular BFing easier. Low and behold he did it!!!! You have no idea the overwhelming relief I had that he could do it. She said to keep using the shield till about 38-40 weeks and then try regular...if he still has a hard time, start with the shield and take it off half way....she said he can be fully breastfeeding by 42 weeks....with a bottle or two for supplement (calories to maintain weight and vitamins). But that slowly I can do BF and offer bottle afterward until he really isn't taking aything from the bottle, then we know he is getting what he needs. I can't tell you how excited I am. She also said not to try BFing at night until he gets the hang of it, we both need our sleep. So dear hubby gets baby feeding duty while I pump....mainly because it won't work the other way around!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

It's been rough

I went to go see Owen last night...the feeding tube is back in. I found out later that they lowered his pressure to .3, so his oxygen has gone up and his feeding is a little more rough. It takes them a while to adjust each time they make a change like that.

There are twins in the same pod as Owen, they are 24 weekers I think. Owen used to have another little boy that was right "next door". I talked to his mom, who was 17 years old while she was there. She had some complications that caused her water to break. She also ended up having surgery while her boy was in NICU. I went in over the weekend and he wasn't there....I thought maybe he had been moved to a different pod. Come to find out on Monday that he didn't make it. It made me take a step back and realize how blessed I am to have been able to keep Owen in for the 5 extra weeks in the hospital. I know that if I didn't go to the hospital, he wouldn't be here...or else he would be, but with a much different outcome. I am thankful everyday that he is doing well.

On another note, I totally feel like a bad parent. Yesterday my kids wanted to go see Freddy, he is the little boy next door. They ran back and said he wasn't there, but they wanted to wait outside for him. I was making dinner so I let them play out front checking on them periodically. I stepped out once to see Ember creeping into the street, she was really looking to make sure there weren't any cars, but she was still in the street. I totally freaked out. What was I thinking letting my kids play in the front yard?! They could have been hit my a car, taken by some strangers, ran over by the lady next door (she said they were playing in her driveway, this is Freddy's house, behind her car). Granted the likeliness is small, but still there. They neighbors door is diagonal, so she saw them, or street is relatively quiet, but STILL, What was I thinking?!

I was a complete mess last night, thinking of all the what if's, and thinking about Owen and what the heck am I going to do when he gets home!

I need encouragement and proof that I am not a bad parent. *sigh*

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Feed me like a big boy!

So, I called to check and see how little man is doing. He took all his feeds via the bottle last night. They are going to increase his feeds by a few cc's and try putting him in a crib again tonight or tomorrow if he can maintain his body temp...he is a few steps away from continuing care...which is a few steps away from coming exciting and scary thought all at once.

Apparently he has taken it upon himself to remove his feeding tube, so they are going to take it out and see how he does, if he doesn't finish his feeds via the bottle they will have to put the tube back in...but just goes to show that he knows when he is ready. LOL

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

My creative creations

Is it too much to ask that one of my kids even remotely ressemble me? LOL

Ok, I hear that Ember looks a lot like me, whether that is a good or bad thing is yet to be known, but she sure is a looker right now. But, you know as well as I do....that there are some cute babies out there that grow up a little and aren't so cute anymore....and the reverse is true. I like to believe that mine are always going to be handsome and beautiful...but I am slightly partial.

I always say, it is a good thing they are so darn cute, or I might not keep 'em. LOL

Sorry...please come again...

Last night I went to go see Owen at the usual time. I get there and peek in at my little one when his nurse comes by.

"Did you bring any milk?"
"Um, no".
"We are almost out"
"There should be some in the freezer"
"The freezer is empty...I guess I should have told you to bring some....sorry"

Great!!!!! So, I turn my tail right around and go home to get some. He didn't even have enough for his next feed, which was in the next hour! The nurse is lucky I don't live too far from the hospital or I would have raised he!!. So, after driving home and back, I get to hold him and feed him. (That was the good part)

Talk about an oinker...he ate his feed in 15 minutes with only one desat....good boy. His nurse (a different night nurse, who has been doing it soooo long she is practically mechanical) says, you know he can go home on oxygen...if he keeps this up he'll be home in no time. HUH?
YES!....I mean no....I really haven't thought about all this have I? I am not looking forward to pumping, attempting to BF, heating up bottles, etc all at the same time....I think I am tired now....I can't even imagine what I will look and feel like when he comes home....*sigh* He better be a good boy.....or else he is getting it when he gets older, LOL.