A week late… April 8, 2009
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Not what you think.
I am a week late in POSTING THIS. I mean to put this out there exactly one week ago today, but as with most other things in my life right now, I forgot.
It was April 1, 2008, that I saw this early one morning…
I woke up D., and he wondered if it were an April Fool’s prank. Hmm….
I can’t believe it’s been a year. And what a year it’s been!
I love you, J. We’re so glad you’re ours. So glad, in fact, that we can hardly believe it sometimes.
Can’t wait to see who you’ll be… It was certainly the best April Fool’s Day I’ve EVER had.
1 Month Vitals January 7, 2009
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11 lbs 11 oz
24 1/2 long
15 1/2 head
1 Month Vitals January 7, 2009
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11 lbs 11 oz
24 1/2 long
15 1/2 head
Mmmmm…. Coffee December 8, 2008
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Why is it that I’ve made more coffee in the past week than I have in the past three months?
Briefly Emerging from the Blur December 7, 2008
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My God, am I tired. I had these wondering thoughts of blogging the whole becoming-a-Daddy experience. I’ve been lucky to be able to find my shoes.
Needless to say, Baby came into the world with few, if any bumps. She is an amazing little girl.
The people at the hospital were amazing and all the people who have visited have loved meeting the newest member of our family. As I spend some time thinking and processing, I’m sure more will be posted.
But needless to say, I was hooked when we were still in the O.R. she was still “cheesy” and she looked up at me, grab hold of my extended little finger, and screamed her head off.
Hello, World December 7, 2008
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Well, this is my first blog post. Pretty good for a 6-day-old, eh? Good thing I have long fingers, like my Daddy. World is a pretty fun place. Lots of people have come to visit me, but most of the time I sleep through their visit and I kinda enjoy people picking me up and holding me. Oh, time to go eat… or poop. I keep getting those signals confused. Whatever the case, I’m gearing up for a real loud cry. That really gets the big peoples’ attention!
Nice to meet you, everyone.
Top 10 Parenting Rules I Say I’ll Never Break But Probably Will November 29, 2008
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1. “we only listen to NPR”
2. McDonalds only on birthdays.
3. Television is not for babysitting
4. Neither is it to remain perpetually on
5. “because I say so”
6. Softdrinks are evil
7. Bedtime is the same time, every night
8. Nevsr Miss any performance, exhibition, or sporting event, ever.
9. While I’ll do my best to make sure she lacks for nothing, I won’t spoil her.
10. I’ll never lose my temper.
Punches and Kicks August 15, 2008
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Or maybe its elbow and knees. Whatever it is, its hysterical! I’ve decided to interpret her movements and the way I feel them like commentary on what I am/we are doing at any given time. Take last night, for instance. We went to a community meeting about the possible start-up of a charter school in our little city, and as it got closer to the end of the meeting, I realized I was VERY hungry. How did I suddenly realize this? Because I felt progressive little punches and kicks moving all around inside my growing abdomen. “Give me some food!” I think was the message I was supposed to be getting.
When we got home last night, I thought I’d do a little work while lying down trying to get my ankles to be ankles again and not just long extensions of my calf muscles. I got out the computer and, instead of work, started reading a bunch of junk on the internet, and the punches and kicks took off. This one I can’t quite interpret: perhaps she was bored by this, perhaps she was interested in Larry King and all the commentary on the upcoming Democratic Convention, or she might have been thinking, “Hooray! She’s still for a while so I can go nuts!” Whatever it was was funny, and it was kicking the laptop all over the place. D. even got to feel it, and that was cool. It was like letting him in on our little secret.
And it only continued as I got sleepy and turned over to go sleep for the night…or so I thought. I had some REALLY weird dreams last night. Don’t remember them all, but I do remember that one of them was scary and involved Kelsey Grammar. This is your brain on hormones. I woke up a few times but didn’t get out of bed; I didn’t want to interrupt Baby as she was swimming laps and pushing off on the sides of my stomach all night.
Watch out Michael Phelps.
It could be like morse code. Maybe the little bumps and prods are like a kind of language she’s trying out. One kick = I’m hungry! Two punches means = you’re about to have to pee in like 5 seconds. 3 short kicks in a row = Whee! A continuous roll of punches and kicks = pay attention to me! (Like I CAN’T do that?)
This morning when I woke up for the last time, for about 3 seconds, I didn’t think about the fact that I’m pregnant. And then, like a little alarm clock inside my body, there she was: reminding me that my life is no longer mine but hers now, and I love that.
She sent me that message with a few little running kicks, like she was running along the inside of me turning herself over in a flip. Man, I wish there was a camera in there to watch her all the time!
You go with your bad self, Baby. Just watch those ribs…
