Friday, February 27, 2009
I'm off to bed. I am totally spent.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Instead of the outpatient center they are having us go to the hospital because of a blood thing in my family, low protein S. After a discussion with the anesthesiologist and our doctor they decided to move the surgery location and to admit him afterwards to monitor him more closely rather than releasing him right away like they normally do. So we are potentially in for a 23 hour hospital stay in the pediatric unit. Ultimately it is up to our doctor to release us when he feels that Carter is ok. We're hoping for the afternoon.
My mom came in this afternoon to take care of Owen so both Mike and I can be with Carter tomorrow. Lucky for us the hospital is just down the street and not in the medical center. Wish us luck.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Waiting to see if Owen will wake up, it always seems like as soon as I lay down and am just about to hit my REM cycle he wakes up. Although, in his defense, we've had two great nights where he's slept all night, 8-10 hours. Can't complain about that. He's taken two great naps the last two days and is falling asleep on his own with the mobile instead of me rocking him to sleep - we're making progress.
Oh, and in the last day, he's become a rolling man. Put him on his tummy and he flips right over as soon as I turn my back. From his back to his tummy needs a little more practice and determination. He gets to his side and just can't figure out how to make it all the way over. I give him a few days, then like my sister said, I may have to invest in some Velcro to keep him in place.
So in the mean time, I'm sitting here, on the computer, in my flannel pj bottoms, wearing Mikes t-shirt, with an open box of mini nilla wafers, blogging and surfing facebook. Yes, I finally realized that I was the only loser not on facebook and I joined. Want to be my friend?
Back to bed for me... just maybe I'll fall asleep. If not, see you on facebook.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
It was going to happen sooner than later...
and I held him off as long as possible...
but when he is determined he is hard to stop...
he did go back down on his tummy like usual in this video...
but now he's working on climbing down the stairs too...
when did my baby turn into a toddler...
pardon the no pants...
he just got up from a nap...
complete with sippy cup...
I give you our little stair climber.
*Please excuse the mommy commentary. Sometimes we all need a little coaxing.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I've been having a hard time finding my role and purpose as a mother of two such young children with a husband who works long hours to support our family. I know Mike works long hours and works hard because he loves us so much and I'm grateful for the sacrifices he makes to support us. But I have been struggling and feeling alone in taking care of the boys. Except for this weekend, Mike has been home and it has been absolutely wonderful to have him here. Like I said, I found this talk tonight and found such peace and reassurance in the words. This is what I needed...
Relief Society means sacrifice. I am always moved by this simple verse of Anne Campbell, written in behalf of her child. Said she:
You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.
(“To My Child,” quoted in Charles L. Wallis, ed., The Treasure Chest , 54)
Many of you are mothers. You are responsible for the nurture and upbringing of your children. When you grow old and your hair turns white, you will not ask about the fancy clothes you once wore, the cars you drove, or the large house in which you lived. Your burning question will be, “How have my children turned out?”
If they have turned out well, you will be grateful. If otherwise, there will be only small consolation for you.
I have written elsewhere: “God bless you, mothers. When all the victories and defeats of men’s efforts are tallied, when the dust of life’s battles begins to settle, when all for which we labor so hard in this world of conquest fades before our eyes, you will be there, you must be there, as the strength for a new generation, the ever-improving onward movement of the race” (One Bright, Shining Hope , 18).
Some years ago in the Salt Lake Tabernacle, Elder Marion D. Hanks conducted a panel discussion. Included in that panel was an attractive and able young woman, divorced, the mother of seven children then ranging in ages from 7 to 16. She said that one evening she went across the street to deliver something to a neighbor. Listen to her words, as I recall them:
“As I turned around to walk back home, I could see my house lighted up. I could hear echoes of my children as I had walked out of the door a few minutes earlier. They were saying: ‘Mom, what are we going to have for dinner?’ ‘Can you take me to the library?’ ‘I have to get some poster paper tonight.’ Tired and weary, I looked at that house and saw the light on in each of the rooms. I thought of all of those children who were home waiting for me to come and meet their needs. My burdens felt heavier than I could bear.
“I remember looking through tears toward the sky, and I said, ‘Dear Father, I just can’t do it tonight. I’m too tired. I can’t face it. I can’t go home and take care of all those children alone. Could I just come to You and stay with You for just one night? I’ll come back in the morning.’
“I didn’t really hear the words of reply, but I heard them in my mind. The answer was: ‘No, little one, you can’t come to me now. You would never wish to come back. But I can come to you.’”
There are so very many like this young mother, who found herself in loneliness and desperation but was fortunate enough to have faith in the Lord, who could love her and help her.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
All of sudden in the past week Owen has become a jabbering man.
This morning at 5 a.m. he jabbered and squealed in his crib for half an hour. Completely content and happy. He's become a happy little man and we find him jabbering to himself several times a day. I can't help but giggle and smile when I hear him now. We were able to catch him talking a few times today and I thought I would share. Hopefully it will make you smile too. Enjoy!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Owen 4 months chilling in the car seat after dinner.
Friday, February 13, 2009
PS- When you come back to Houston lunch and carrot cake on me! Oh, and I'll have your calendar finished.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
We are big fans of the Wiggles* in our home now. At least twice a day. Thank goodness for the DVR, we have 10 or more episodes at our fingertips. Carter loves to get super close to the tv and dance, or sometimes he'll sit in my rocking chair and watch. More times than others, he's up close and personal getting his groove on. :)
Thank you Wiggles for providing this dancing opportunity for our happy toddler.