A Few Words and Some PHOTOS!

Feeling slightly less blurry eyed after a nap.  Although I woke to both of my children screaming, yikes., thank God for Grandmas.  Although it was Grandma that was making Isaac scream…bum change.

I feel like I’m two timing my children, that I’m not allowed to love them the same or at the same time.  It’s very weird.  Silas hasn’t shown much jealousy at all.  He hates it when I hold other children but he’s doing amazing.  He’s incredibly tender towards Isaac and will kiss him and smell his hair.  He sits beside me for a bit when I nurse him and he says “baby baby”.  He already knows that the baby sleeps in the bassinette and is trying to climb up to see, we’ll have to break that habit soon.  If he gets on his tippy toes he can just see in.  I’m scared he’s going to knock it over.  He even brings blankets to the baby and put them on him and says “cuddle” and puts his head down on him.  It’s weird that Silas feels such a connection to him, he must just know somehow.  He’s never like this with other babies.

Anyway, a few photo’s for your viewing delight, you’ll get many more in the future.

first cuddle with daddy

wide awake the next morning.  Dangit we make cute babies!

He’s OUT!

I wrote this in the hospital last night but couldn’t get it up until now.  We’re all home and doing well.  I’m too tired to say much else, I’m so glad I was in a writing mood last night.

I’m in the hospital right now writing this into my sister’s computer to upload. Funny how I think of blogging right after something significant happens in my life.

Chim Chim arrived last night ( May 29) at 11:15 PM. He’s 8 pounds and 51.5 cm long. His arrival was a traumatic one, mainly for me but he also was a bit traumatized with the cord wrapped around his poor little neck. He came into the world very blue and limp.

My contractions started to get regular at about 4:30 pm and were about 20 minutes apart. They soon got to 5 minutes apart so we went in to the hospital around 9:00pm. Once getting checked they decided to keep me in, I was 4cms.

Justmakingitupasigo’s prediction was right, this baby came right out of me. I was ok for about an hour and a half, joking around between contractions and keeping myself in control. Soon the laughter stopped and the hysteria started in. I was feeling so weak and asking for drugs. I never thought that would come out of my mouth but I wasn’t handling things well, it was all happening so fast. Too little to late though, I was 9cms and the doc was being called to break my water and get this baby out. No drugs for me.

I felt so out of control which was something I didn’t really experience with Silas. Funny how long and drawn out labour is actually easier to handle. My mind went wild as I was sucking back gas, crying, and wishing to die. My body just took over for me as I wept and yelled out “I can’t do this”. My body pushed for me and stopped the pushes when it had to. Everyone said I did so great and maintained control so well. I know for a fact that I really didn’t. My body just took over for me, I really take no responsibility.

It burned and burned as he crowned, I can still feel that pain. The doctor let his head come out slow as to not rip me too far. I’m so glad that the burning actually feels better than a contraction, pushing is almost ecstasy and the burning is an easy trade off for the amazing pain of the contraction. Soon his head was all the way out. I was already feeling beaten when they told me to touch his head. Feeling it like that gave me the inspiration to go on. The doctor said that with the next contraction we’d have the baby. Three pushes and I felt the rest of his body slide from me. The relief that I felt was amazing but only lasted about 30 seconds.

Like I said, Chim Chim came into the world very blue. Brent reassured me that his eyes were open and that he was OK. The cry came a few minutes later, the best sound ever. The burning that came afterwards was amazing. I wanted to die. My whole body was shaking and I was weeping and weeping. I think it was mostly from shock. I hated the doctor for having to poke and prod around down there. I was mad when all of my placenta wasn’t delivered at once and he had to keep poking around. It was like salt in my wounds. Once he was done down there I held a frozen pad to myself and shook and wept and shook and wept. I felt so battered and beaten, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

Chim Chim nursed like a pro straight away and continues to do so. My burning pain went away with the glory of codeine and I am thankful that I feel really well. I actually feel like I felt after about 5 weeks of healing after I had Silas. Having no rips is a major bonus for sure, I’d recommend it!

So far Chim Chim has done amazing. He’s all wide eyed most of the time. He seems to be excited about the world around him because he really doesn’t want to sleep. Perhaps he’s just as excited as I am because I’m running on hardly any sleep. Right now he’s staring at Auntie Jennie as she sings him the Chim Chiminey song from Mary Poppins.

I’m doing great right now. I’m glad I’m done telling the story because thinking about it makes me feel slightly ill. I’ll be home tomorrow to give more updates and put up photos. For those of you who know Silas, they look like brothers for sure.

I guess we don’t need to call him Chim Chim anymore although that name comes to my mouth easier than his real one.

Isaac Gordon.

Time to sign off and check for a poopy diaper.

Anyway, that’s all.  I’m too weird feeling for any more updates right now.  Pictures later.

In Labour

6:27 pm

Contractions getting harder to bear, it’s been three hours of them being fairly far apart but they’re starting to feel like they’re closing in on me.  Each one makes me want to hold onto a wall, bend my knees with my legs spread apart and sway back and forth.  Right now they seem to be around 10 minutes apart but haven’t become totally regular.  They hurt bad enough for me to know it’s getting to be time.   I just showered because for some reason I want to feel as fresh as possible right now.  Brent is getting Silas ready to go to Jennie and Terry’s for the night and my mom is on her way.  I’m going to get dressed now for the journey to Jennie and Terry’s.  I don’t want to be alone.  I’m thinking this might come on fast, or be super slow…who knows? I’ll update you perhaps later.

Little Ball of Sunshine.

I swear my son is a little ball of sunshine and he’ll forever light up a room when he walks in.  I know I complain a lot about his short temper but when he’s not tantruming he really is this little ball of sunshine and he’s constantly making me smile…or pine for his delicious lips and cheeks and I get to kiss sometimes.  This morning I was thinking about this as we were cuddling in my bed under the sheets.  He was singing a little tune from behind his soother and I had my nose squished into his hair, trying to smell as much of it as I could before he got up.  Then he turns to me so we’re face to face and he talks about my eyes and my hair, sings a line from Jesus loves me and then gets up to smell my hair.  Then he’s gone.  He’s so stinking cheery in the mornings.  He’s so friendly with people too.  His conversations with strangers usually are “hi, hi, HAPPY, EIEI, hi, EIEI, happy happy happy, hi, EIEI…..OH.  Fan fan fan, hi hi” usually the person ends up feeling awkward and leaving but Brent and I are always smiling because our little one is so stinking cute.

Silas’ highchair is covered in animals and long ago he’d look at them and I’d ask “are those your friends?”.  I swear I haven’t said that in ages, I don’t think I have.  Last night during supper he started pointing to each one saying “friend”.  I thought it was rather clever and adorable.

Anyway, enough bragging, onto my misery…

…I’M SO CRAMPY!!  Last night I was constantly woken up by contractions but they never took and they never got regular.  Two or three here and there would wake me up.  I’d have to breathe through it and everything, it was rather painful but luckily I was able to keep falling asleep in between them.  It would take a while to fall asleep sometimes because they would radiate in my hips for a long long time, it felt awful. I woke up this morning feeling battered and achy.  This morning I still have cramps, I feel pain in my lower back and my tummy.  It happens a lot if I stand up.  I see the doc today at 2 so I’ll be sure to make him feel really sorry for me, hopefully he’ll sweep my membranes or something nice like that.  Last night I was certain I was going into labour, grrrrr.

We got a phone call last night, my brother in law Colin was in a labour of his own.  Kidney stones.  Poor kid.  Leanne was asking me what they felt like because I had a bout of them when I was pregnant with Silas.  After hearing his symptoms and knowing that a member of my husband’s family was rolling on the floor in agony (they’re all tough Mennonites) I told her to take him to the hospital ASAP.  I was worried sick for him, kidney stones really suck.  Gladly it passed around midnight and he’s home safe and sound.  I thought it weird that this would happen so close to my due date.  My step-dad was in the hospital with them for my last labour so I thought perhaps this was a sign?

Anyway, my sandwich is gone and I’m sleepy.  I think my son is sleeping so I should go ahead and do the same.  I’m having trouble putting a book down though.  I’m reading The Birth House and it’s a rather good read.  Perhaps if Silas is still awake I’ll read until he’s sleeping.  Otherwise I must nap, I must I must.

5 days left.

Oh Well

I think I’m softening. I’ve definitely inherited my mother’s “oh well” personality. I still call her after bad dreams and I hear an “oh well, it was just a dream”. Usually when Silas is freaking out about something stupid I’m usually the same way, “oh well”. I’ve never felt bad for letting him cry at night if it meant he’d be better at sleeping through the night. The problem now is he’s using words. Like at 6am when he decided he wanted to be up he was crying to me saying “CUCKLE CUCKLE”. Man, that’s enough to break your heart. He just wanted mommies cuddles. Luckily I calmed him down with some head rubs and a song. I said goodnight and he said it back and I went back to bed. He was quiet for at LEAST 10 minutes, grrr. I’m sure he was saying “oh well mommy”. So we cuddled.

My son was adorable going into the chiropractor’s office this morning. He said hi to everyone and was dancing to the music and hoping about like a delightful little child. Suddenly he was furious with me for saying no to something so now it’s temper tantrum time. With a room full of people no less. He did stop his tantrum to say hi to new people in the room but would then carry on pretend hitting me (he knows not to hit anymore and only does it every once in a while) and shrieking. You can tell who’s had children. It’s the people who smile at you knowingly or the ones who pay no attention and go on reading their magazines and whatnot. The people who haven’t had kids look increasingly irritated and throw glares at you from the corner of their eyes. Part of me is embarrassed because I know there’s someone in the room judging, if it wasn’t my kid I’d probably be judging. I always think of how I’d do things differently, to help me learn. Another part of me thinks “oh well” because there’s only so much you can do to stop an 18 month old from screaming and lately none of it really works. So I held him tightly and didn’t let him go. I was firm and tender and I didn’t back down. I did think for a moment to get his sucky so the annoyed people could have some relief and then I thought, no way! If he gets his sucky I’ll be dealing with a worse tantrum trying to get that thing out of his mouth. So am I doing what’s socially acceptable and should I carry on doing what I think I need to do to continue to teach my child right from wrong or should I give into him for the sanity of the people around me? Perhaps in church, libraries, movie theatres, etc but no, I don’t think I will in a waiting room.  At least I was comforted by the knowing smiles of the people who’ve gone through this before me.

I told the chiro, once I got in there, that he had to put me into labour for real this time and not just pretend. He tried again so we’ll see. I love the endorphin rush I get right after a good adjustment, it’s like I’ve just had a really good laugh.  He made me feel a lot better too, I really over-did it yesterday trying to accomplish my list.  The grocery shop threw me over the edge though.  Super store is so stinking big!  By the end of it we’d spent 300 bucks and I was walking around like a very old woman.

Silas did something odd yesterday, I’m sure it’s just a sign of growing up but it seemed oddly profound to Brent and I.  We were on our way to our apartment from the parking lot when I asked Silas for a kiss.  Silas yelled “no” and slapped my face really hard.  My reaction was an immediate and firm “no Silas” and he immediately turned and buried his face in Brent’s shoulder and left it there for the remainder of our walk down the hall.  You could tell he was incredibly sorry and embarrassed.  I’ve never seen that emotion in him before but I was happy to see it at that time.  He was regretful when he really should have been.  Anyway, an interesting event.

A quick congratulations to my darling nephew Lucas who crawled for the first time yesterday! This is a big thing for a preemie and I was so excited to see him doing it on my floor. Even though most of his motivation for crawling is getting into things he’s not supposed to, you can tell his mom is relieved.  If you want to hear more about Lucas’ story and perhaps shed a tear or two, click on “Impressions by Leanne” in my blog roll or click here.

6 days left.

ONE WEEK LEFT!!!!

There’s a half hour left until I can gleefully go to dream land.  I was up far too late last night so I’m feeling it this morning.  We met some friends (Kristy and her hubby) at IHOP for breakfast.  I had a massive meal but I still don’t really feel full.  This baby is riding right on my cervix this morning so all I feel is sharp pains every time I walk.  He must be on his way out, he must be.  Last night I was having some contractions and I was crampy all night long.  No plug to be seen but I lost that when I was already in labor with Silas.  There’s a week left, he should really just come out now, have a week longer to be with Mommy and Daddy in his life.

Last night we went to a friends for dinner and enjoyed some delicious pasta and Creme Brulee.  Then we got home and Jules and Jay came over and we hung out till about 11:00.  They brought chips, I love them.  Ha ha.

Today Brent and I have a rather large list of things to accomplish.  We need to get some things cleaned and organized and whatnot.  Brent just got a new tire for his car on Thursday because his other one was ruined and it’s already flat today so we have to take care of that.  People leave screws and nails everywhere at his job site, it’s super annoying.  If it happens again soon I might just freak out.

Anyway, I’m really hoping for my baby soon, I’m feeling slightly impatient, I just want to meet him.  I know it’s not going to relieve any pain, I’ll be more uncomfortable once he’s out but at least I wont be getting fatter and more stretch marked.   It’s all about vanity kids.  I’m going to start some laundry right now and start a grocery list.

TTFN!

Foul Smells Invade My Home

My sister Jennie ever so kindly took my son this morning for a few hours so I could rest.  I ended up only being able to sleep for about an hour or so but it was nice.  I did miss Silas a little though.  He came home very tired and went straight to bed.  He was saying “nigh night nigh night nigh night”  I think he was ready.  When I put him down he couldn’t lay down fast enough.  She sure knows how to wear him out.  I’m thankful.

I woke up feeling better this morning but as my day has progressed I feel poopy again.  I can’t decide weather or not to sleep again after my lunch (fried egg sandwich with mustard, yum!) or not.  Silas let me sleep an extra almost hour yesterday (I think he just played in his crib after he woke up) and I couldn’t get to sleep very well last night.  But I also had things on my mind.  I’m very tempted to have a shower and do my hair and stuff.  How nice would it be to go into labor looking positively smashing?  I think I might do just that.  My house could use a quick tidy as well, even though I loathe the thought of doing it.  Taking a shower and doing my hair seems like work to me right now.

I was really hoping to go into labor last night, obviously it didn’t happen.  I had what I thought was a very slow leak of fluids but I guess it wasn’t because nothing has come since, dangit.  He didn’t want to come last night, even nipple stimulation didn’t really do anything.  So we’ll have to hope he comes today.  I love it that Brent is getting excited about him coming soon.  I love that I am getting excited.  Last night Brent and I were discussing all the cute things newborns do.  We’re totally stoked.

The body shop told me that my car should be ready by yesterday (Friday) but I called them yesterday and said they didn’t have the parts in yet and it’ll be another week.  I’ve been without my car for two weeks now, it’s really irritating.  You’d think if there was a part for my car, it could get here sooner.  It doesn’t take two weeks to receive mail from most parts of the world, I don’t get it.  Yesterday we also welcomed a new smell to our building.  Usually it has this overly Febreezed scent which bothers anyone who comes here but now it’s got that smell with a lovely mix of manure.  They put TONS of bark mulch around our building and it must have been mixed with some delightful manure because boy does it stink.  Sometimes my whole city stinks in the spring when the farmers are spraying but this is so close that it’s staying and penetrating things.  It’s foul.  The smell of fresh cow manure, I don’t mind, but this stuff has been sitting in one of those wretched bogs for quite some time I’m sure.  Yucky.  I don’t know which smell I’d prefer in this building though.  I hate air fresheners with all of my heart, I’m part of a vast group of people who are allergic to that stuff so it’s not a fun experience at all.  I see those commercials with all of those gross scent puffing out machines and I just see cancer floating all around.  I don’t get it, stop spraying gross gunk around!  I can’t stand incense either, makes my throat sore unless it’s that amazing stuff they use in Catholic churches.  Wow, I’m kinda going off here!

Anyway, my sandwich and milk are done, I’m just going to fart around a bit to be sure Silas is in dreamland and then I’ll be off to the showers.  We’re going to some friends for supper tonight so I’m looking forward to that.  I’m sure they’ll be happy if I come not looking wretched.

1 week and 1 day left…

I Need The Plug

It’s 7:56 am and I’m blogging now because I want to go to sleep RIGHT when Silas goes to nap, I really need my nap today. Right now Silas is in his high chair politely snacking on Cheerios and kamut puffs. I’ve dressed him in a new outfit from Old Navy and he looks so stinking cute. My poor body has been taken over by viruses and bacteria and all kinds of amoebas. I thought that I could fight it yesterday but it didn’t work and now I feel it taking over my body. It’s not the worst cold, it’s just bad when it’s going along with being 9 months pregnant, that’s all. I wasn’t anticipating a runny nose as I was pushing my new child out. Stupid colds. The remarkable thing is that Silas slept completely through the night last night and I wasn’t able to enjoy it because I was having a dreadful sleep. Too hot, too cold, pee pee pee, stuffy nose, dry mouth, etc. I didn’t get to bask in the comforts of not being woken up in the night for once. I couldn’t sleep after 6am this morning, my nose was plugged and breathing through my mouth was making it so stinking dry. Finally my nose cleared and I was feeling that warm fuzzy falling asleep feeling when Silas started to squawk. At least he gave me some nice cuddles after that. He likes to lay himself on my head to stuff his face in my hair. I usually have some sort of small air hole to breathe through but it’s so nice to be loved that I just put up with it. He also sang some of “Jesus Loves Me” and said “happy” “fan” and “eye” while poking me in the eye. It’s his normal morning cuddle ritual.

Yesterday I went for cleaning as opposed to napping which probably wasn’t the best thing to do when feeling and impending cold. I did rinse my nose a lot though. I guess that didn’t do the trick this time, sometimes it works. I probably shouldn’t have eaten so much cookie dough and cookies but I made the most fantastic chocolate white chocolate chip cookies and the dough was remarkable. I know that sugar isn’t the best for the immune system, or your metabolism (a double meaning for you Leanne). Here’s the recipe.

Where’s my plug? I’ve been searching for it for almost 4 weeks now, ever since I learned that my baby had dropped. Every time I use the facilities I’m crossing my fingers and hoping for some sort of show but it’s not showing, it’s not coming. I need to see that plug, I want it now, I need to know this is over soon. My friend told me how to check my cervix but the thought of doing that kinda freaks me out a bit. I’m starting to pine for Chim Chim, I want to meet him and name him. I want to see what he looks like and explore his body, make sure he’s got all of his fingers and toes. I can’t wait to nurse him and have that bond with someone again. I get to love someone more than ever thought possible again. I’m really starting to feel excited about this. Also I don’t think my tummy skin can stretch any further, it’s really starting to sting sometimes.

Well it’s time to go and feed Silas his power oatmeal while he sings to me and yells “happy” 500 times. Then we’ll brush his teeth and he’ll play on the deck while I rest, today is a day of rest. My house is tolerable so I can rest. Feel free to come over and take care of me.

The cute outfit this morning

flashing the camera

Getting Warmer

Cleaning mood today.  I’m getting stuff done.  I told myself I wouldn’t nap because I need to keep going but now that I’ve sat I’m feeling myself fading.  I need to stay awake, I wish I had some coffee.  I know people will tell me to care for myself and not do housework but that’s why my house is always so stinking messy, perhaps I’m a hedonist.  I just like things to be easy and enjoyable, cleaning isn’t on that list for some reason.  I’ve already had some sense of accomplishment this morning as my kitchen is clean-ish and my floors have been picked-up and vacuumed.  Picking up a floor with a toddler around means you’re picking the same thing up 3 or 4 times because they don’t get that you’re trying to put it away for now.  At least he sings me the clean up song as he watches me clean and then proceeds to sabotage my efforts.

I’m eating my usual sandwich while writing, I guess I never mention that I have a sandwich and a glass of milk in hand with every entry, perhaps that’s why my computer desk is slightly crusty and crummy all the time, no that IS why.  Today I’m cheating and having the last can of Barqs root beer.  Glad they’re gone, they taunt me all day long and I usually give in.  I have a soft spot for Barqs during this pregnancy, otherwise I never drink pop.

Speaking of pop, or perhaps the absence of pop, I’m getting really excited to have this baby and get skinny again.  I was getting oh so skinny before I got pregnant.  I could fit into an xs in some tops and my jean size was lowering.  I feel like I’m starting all over again, I hope I can stick to it as well as I did before, all my good habits have been washed away by my dreadful nightly cravings.  Last night it was Hagen Das bars, the night before I made chocolate pudding, the night before something else.  I’m so naughty!  But I feel this is the last time in my life that I’m giving myself to be a pig and just eat stuff.  After Chim Chim comes into the world I’ll be my anal self again and not let one ounce of hydrogenated oil near these lips, OK I’m still anal about that and MSG but ice cream and pudding have neither of those.

Yesterday during my nap time I was getting really warm feelings towards Chim Chim, perhaps one could even call it love.  It’s so nice to feel warmth instead of coldness.  I’m looking forward to seeing his face, kissing his lips, picking his boogers because he can’t stop me, seeing him smile for the first time.  They’re so funny as newborns, so snorty and they grab at their faces because they can’t stop themselves.  Then there’s the fight to get their hands off their faces as you try to latch them onto your extremely tender nipples.  If you pick them up from laying down, they remain in the same position they were laying in, all curled up.  It looks like a kidney bean to me.  Then you swaddle them tightly and they sleep and sleep and sleep and sometimes they don’t sleep.  When Silas would wake up as a new born and I’d unswaddle him, he’d stretch his arms up and his big bottom lip would come out and he stretched and stretched, it was so cute.  OK, writing about these things is getting me excited for my snorty, curled up newborn.  Not excited that my nips will probably hurt again, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve nursed but long enough for them to get tender again I think.  Perhaps they’ll catch on quickly this time, at least I know if two of them are hurting too bad I have a third lactating one that I can rely on.  I just don’t want to grow an entire boob in my armpit.

This time I hope to enjoy the stage he’s in while he’s in it.  I tried with Silas but there was always that voice at the back of my head that was asking to see him at the next phase.  This one can just stay a kidney bean as long as he wishes.  OK I might be anxious to smile but who wouldn’t be?  What mother doesn’t melt into a puddle of goo when her baby smiles at her for the first time?

Now that I’m at the end of this I need to decide what I should do.  My bed is looking comfortable, but my floors are sticky with ice cream that fell there at least a week ago.  My bathroom still has messes in it from two weeks ago and laundry needs to be done.  I have baby clothes to sort and wash and fold.  I think today is the sacrifice me and get things done day.  With my luck I’ll be trying to push a baby out tonight with amazingly sore hips.  1 week and 3 days left.

Lucas and Silas in the tub last weekend.  Not a very good photo but the only one that didn’t show Lucas’ little willy.  I wrote about this a while ago, Lucas didn’t have fun.  Party pooper.

These are a few I took of Silas yesterday on our deck.  This is his new favorite toy, he’s had it since he was born but has attached himself to it this week, obviously because it spins.

Hard to catch him with a full smile, he still looks dang cute though.

Working hard on the spinning. I love his profile when he’s looking down at something.  Usually his bottom lip is protruding as well.

Just focusing on the spin still, weirdo.

1 Week and 4 Days Left

Well, the baby is still inside of me.  I was hoping he’d come out yesterday but I guess he’s content to stay put for a while longer.  He’s welcome to come out now, I’m feeling very warm feelings towards him and Brent’s feeling ready for him to be out too.  Yesterday I tried some traditional methods of inducing labor and my oh my did the nipple thing work.  Apparently when you “tweak” your nips, it releases oxytocin and makes you contract.  I didn’t think it would work but after about 5 mins it started to work.  The problem was it stopped.  I couldn’t believe the quick results though, I was having some good contractions.  I’m scared to do it too much though, I don’t wanna stress out the baby more than he needs to be.  My nips are a wee bit sore now too.  I think I’ll try again after Silas’ nap to perhaps start things.  I need my nap first though.  I’m really hoping to get him out early although I’m feeling slightly un-prepared.  I need to go through my baby clothes and get all the newborn things out and washed and in his drawer.  I also need to get my overnight bag packed and ready to go as well.  I wrote down all of the instructions needed for caring for Silas during the day for whomever babysits him, the poor kid, he has no idea what’s coming to him.

I think my main stress with getting this thing out of me is stopping any more stretch marks from appearing on my tummy, I’m distraught that it’s happening this pregnancy.  When I had Silas I got them all over my breasts, thighs (inner and outer), sides, bum and calves.  Not on my tummy!  I thought at least one precious piece of me was saved but alas it is not, I’m just a stretch mark mess.  It makes me sad, I wish I could see them as a thing of beauty.

My dr’s appointment yesterday was a frustrating one,  I officially weigh more now than when I was full term with Silas even though I started off 15 pounds lighter this time .  I promised myself I wouldn’t possibly get here but I am.  Phooey.  The Doc said that I’m showing more and more symptoms of going into labor.  He sympathized with my frustrations of being in the last stage of pregnancy.  He’s so nice, he never gets mad at me about my weight.  I have to see another dr. once this pregnancy and he was all mean about it.  Poo on him!

Last night I got an email from someone who’s putting together a choir to sing at the Westminster Abby.  What a rare opportunity!  I was so sad to turn him down because I would have loved singing in there, it’s so beautiful and the acoustics would have been remarkable.  Plus I’d be singing with a really good choir.  They don’t just let people sing in there, especially not Catholics.  It’s some Mennonite tour that’s happening and I was invited to try out for the choir, I’m so sad.  Silly new babies ruining my opportunities!!

Silas has been a joy this morning.  Pleasant mood all morning long, playing by himself and singing constantly.  He didn’t want much to do with me which was slightly sad because when he’s so pleasant, I just want to grab him and smother him with slobber and smooches.  He had his first taste of fry bread this weekend and he gobbled it up.  Jennie’s husband is 1/2 native and he makes a mean fry bread, it was delicious to eat (and whole wheat, at least it wasn’t all bad for me!).  We took Silas to the pool that day (Monday) and he had such a good time.  He can walk so easily in the kiddie pool now.  Last time he mainly clung to me and was too scared to walk too much until more near the end.  This time he just went for it and walked all over the place.  He jumped off the side of the pool to us and enjoyed being thrown back and forth.  He also loves sitting on the top step of the hot tub and playing with toys or just completely zoning out, it really relaxes him in there.  New words are coming out of his mouth so much that I can’t keep track.  My favorite right now is “goodnight” he says it sooooo cute!

Welp, time to eat my lunch while watching Ellen before my nap.  After I wake up I hope I can conjure up enough energy to clean up my house and get more things organized.  I wish I had a maid.  Oh ya, I think Jordin is going to win American Idol!