Speaking of Kyle looking like others...doesn't this picture of Dad look like Kyle with a full beard?
26 April 2011
25 April 2011
11 April 2011
My Fave Things in the Kitchen
I use this electric kettle all. the. time. If you don't have one, get one! No more waiting for the pot of water to boil, this baby gets water hot fast.
Until I can afford the real thing, my red pot is always the one I grab off the shelf.
Immersion blenders are awesome, especially to puree (gasp!) vegetables. My kids eat all sorts of vegetables pureed. They have no idea.
What are your favorite kitchen tools?
09 April 2011
Iowa Visit
This past week the kids and I went to Iowa to spend some time with my sister and her newly expanded family. I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty crazy. But I'm so glad that I went. I think that I was helpful.
We went to visit some kittens and lambs on Wednesday. All the kids had a fabulous time running around the acreage for a bit.
Twins. I can't imagine.
08 April 2011
The Sandbox Equation
2 moms + 7 children = chaos
2 moms + 7 children + 1 sandbox = multiple hours of peace from chaos
Cake and Presents
Saturdays have a special cadence at our house, and none of that cadence was lost on Isabel's birthday. Pancakes, cleaning and saunaing. What a day!
She requested make-your-own-mini pizzas for dinner.
Gus stuck his finger into the Parmesan cheese lid while I was preparing the pizza assembly station. We had to have the neighbor cut the lid apart with tin snips to get his finger out. That was fun. Thankfully his finger is fine.
Strawberry Cake: FAIL. However, my pink princess was very happy. So, I was happy too.
Happy Birthday Izzy.
02 April 2011
Happy Birthday Isabel
It was Palm Sunday. I was huge and swollen and had horrible heartburn after eating tacos for dinner with my family. I went to bed around 9:00pm feeling contractions, but being 41.5 weeks pregnant, that was normal. Around 9:45pm the contractions had not yet subsided, and were getting stronger and I nudged my sleepy husband to tell him I thought it might be game time. He asked "Wanna kill some time and clean the house with me?" We were expecting company for the baby's baptism Easter Sunday. Why not?
We laid down around 11:00pm after scrubbing the floors. Neither of us were tired, being much too excited to sleep. Before rolling over he said "I'm not taking you in until you are really, really ready. Hold out until you are sure that you are about 5 or 6 cm. We always go in way too early. Try to wait this time." "Okay." I told him. Around 12:30am I couldn't take it anymore. The contractions were regular and strong. I told him in a voice bordering on hysteria that it was time to go.
We arrived at the hospital around 1:30. The nurse checked me. I was 1 or 2 cm. 1 or 2 cm! My spirits sank. Chris was mad. He laid down on his cot, inserted his ear plugs, rolled over and put a pillow on top of his head. Instead of pitocin my doctor prescribed cytotec to get things moving along. The freshmen nurse placed a the pill on my cervix. She told me that the pill takes a long time to work and that women often need a second dose in a few hours. "Settle in. Relax. You are going to be here a while. Try to get some sleep. I'll come in few hours to check on you, but push the button if you need anything."
Within 30 minutes I was in serious pain. The contractions were coming fast and furious. I tried to keep calm in the darkened room. I didn't want to disturb my husband. He had a very busy week ahead of him. I figured nothing was happening downstairs anyways. Based on my previous two deliveries (both inductions with copious amounts of pitocin) my doctor said that if I was to labor naturally she thought I would have hard contractions for 36 to 48 (or more) hours. I grabbed my hips. I clenched my fists. Tears quietly streamed down my face. I endured it all alone, frustrated with my ridiculously small tolerance for pain. At 3:30am I moaned loud enough to wake my husband. He called the nurse in. I told her I was in excruciating pain. She said "I'll check you, but you are probably a good ways from being able to receive pain relief." She put on her glove. Checked me and her eyes popped out of her head. "I'll be back in just a minute." A more senior OB nurse came into the room. She checked me. "You are about 8 cm. I can feel your baby's head. It's too late for an epidural. Would you like a spinal?" "YES!"
What a relief. I wasn't crazy. I was so happy that the pain I had endured meant progress. Our baby was coming soon! The anesthesiologist came and the spinal was blissful numbness. I could feel my entire demeanor relax as the medicine spread. The sun was just rising outside. My doctor arrived just as I was feeling the urge to push. She spoke so calmly. She had me change positions and get ready. I did not push for very long, maybe one or two pushes and our baby girl was born.
We laid down around 11:00pm after scrubbing the floors. Neither of us were tired, being much too excited to sleep. Before rolling over he said "I'm not taking you in until you are really, really ready. Hold out until you are sure that you are about 5 or 6 cm. We always go in way too early. Try to wait this time." "Okay." I told him. Around 12:30am I couldn't take it anymore. The contractions were regular and strong. I told him in a voice bordering on hysteria that it was time to go.
We arrived at the hospital around 1:30. The nurse checked me. I was 1 or 2 cm. 1 or 2 cm! My spirits sank. Chris was mad. He laid down on his cot, inserted his ear plugs, rolled over and put a pillow on top of his head. Instead of pitocin my doctor prescribed cytotec to get things moving along. The freshmen nurse placed a the pill on my cervix. She told me that the pill takes a long time to work and that women often need a second dose in a few hours. "Settle in. Relax. You are going to be here a while. Try to get some sleep. I'll come in few hours to check on you, but push the button if you need anything."
Within 30 minutes I was in serious pain. The contractions were coming fast and furious. I tried to keep calm in the darkened room. I didn't want to disturb my husband. He had a very busy week ahead of him. I figured nothing was happening downstairs anyways. Based on my previous two deliveries (both inductions with copious amounts of pitocin) my doctor said that if I was to labor naturally she thought I would have hard contractions for 36 to 48 (or more) hours. I grabbed my hips. I clenched my fists. Tears quietly streamed down my face. I endured it all alone, frustrated with my ridiculously small tolerance for pain. At 3:30am I moaned loud enough to wake my husband. He called the nurse in. I told her I was in excruciating pain. She said "I'll check you, but you are probably a good ways from being able to receive pain relief." She put on her glove. Checked me and her eyes popped out of her head. "I'll be back in just a minute." A more senior OB nurse came into the room. She checked me. "You are about 8 cm. I can feel your baby's head. It's too late for an epidural. Would you like a spinal?" "YES!"
What a relief. I wasn't crazy. I was so happy that the pain I had endured meant progress. Our baby was coming soon! The anesthesiologist came and the spinal was blissful numbness. I could feel my entire demeanor relax as the medicine spread. The sun was just rising outside. My doctor arrived just as I was feeling the urge to push. She spoke so calmly. She had me change positions and get ready. I did not push for very long, maybe one or two pushes and our baby girl was born.
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