Showing posts with label Babies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Babies. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2009

Testicular cancer, schmesticular schmancer

5/12/2009: I have been waiting for several weeks to be able to post this. I am so happy to announce that I am going to be an aunt again. (For those keeping track at home, that's three similar announcements in 18 months, all different parents.) Anyway, this time it is my brother Robbie and his wife Jenni. Most of you will remember that Robbie had testicular cancer 2 years ago at this time. He had surgery to remove the affected testicle and then went through 9 weeks of chemotherapy, so even though tests indicated he would probably be able to have kids naturally, it wasn't guaranteed. 

Jenni is due around December 1st. They heard a strong heartbeat at the doctor's office today. And we are so excited to meet little Rubik (their nickname for the baby until they find out the sex - more on that in a month or two so stay tuned).

5/14/2009 Update: Here is a link to Jenni's version of the story, which I suppose is the one that matters most. Also, since Robbie posted this information as his Facebook profile I guess I can share. If I have a niece, she will be called Ruby Mae. If I have a nephew, he will be Maverick Russell. As in, "I'm Charlotte Blackwood." "I'm Maverick." "Maverick?? Did your mother not like you or something?" "No, it's my call sign." "Oh, you're a pilot!" "That's right, a naval aviator."

Friday, November 21, 2008

Placeholder

This post is just a placeholder until we get vital stats, but Megan had babies last night. Big ones. If you're keeping score at home, that's 4 boys. Five, if you count Todd, and I guess we should. As soon as we get some vital stats, we'll post them. And hopefully Megan or Todd can stop by briefly and post a picture (or two). Yay for new babies!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

BFW Squared

Big Fun Weekend in Balmy Fort Worth


And a good time was had by all.
(Shoutout to our in absentia members.
We missed you, but we'll see you on Facebook.)
Highlights:
*Homemade pizza and breadsticks. Always a hit with this crowd.
*Chloe wowed "The Aunties" with her sunny disposition, superhuman leg strength and drooling capacity.
*Sophie filled in as entertainer, reading, singing, and constantly asking Kel to take off her glasses (apparently Soph doesn't think they suit).
*Getting significantly lost on the way to Dallas Love Field, driving on the tollway with no cash and writing four, yes four, separate checks to the North Texas Tollway Authority. Oh yeah, and
forgetting to sign one--I'm totally going to jail for that.
*Milkshakes at 1am.
*Certain people hijacking certain other people's computers and signing them up for social networking sites (Facebook, anyone?).
*Flair.
*Lazing about for an entire day, catching up and gazing adoringly at the children.
*Not getting significantly lost the second time around to Dallas Love Field.
*The food court at Hulen Mall.
In summary:
Six tolls and gas for five trips to the airport: $92
Middle-of-the-night Milkshakes: $10.50
Making new memories with old friends: Priceless

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Introducing...

Updated with correct stats.....

Kelly, sorry to bump your post, but I need to introduce you all to someone.



This is my brand new niece, Irene Hope. She arrived by c-section last night at 11:26 after a long, grueling day of unproductive labor and weighed in at 9 pounds, 22 inches long. It sounds like Shannon was really a trooper through it all. Irene had a little trouble breathing right at the beginning but mom & daughter are both stable and doing well now. Isn't she beautiful? Welcome to the family, Little Sparky.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Bumping Jo's Post (The News) updated

Sorry for bumping the Memphis post down, but I guess it's time to share news from our family - baby #3 is on its way! I'll have my first ob appointment in a few weeks, but according to the online calendars, I'm due mid-December. Elijah has already nicknamed the baby - Oven. He is very excited about the baby. For Anders, though, if it doesn't have anything to do with legos, he's really not that interested. He's been really excited about starting kindergarten next year until this morning when he found out that they don't play with legos at school.

Our university hospital has many urban legends about the maternity area. So we decided to take a tour last weekend. I was pleased to see that the triage area that supposedly has laboring women circled around a room in beds (I was totally picturing the Friends episode with Monica in labor next to Janice), is really just a double hospital room. And it has wifi, so if I feel as adventurous as Sarah, I can blog while in the hospital (but don't count on it).

The hardest part about this pregnancy is I gained about five pounds the day I found out, and even though the baby is right now the size of a lentil, I am already in maternity clothes. And how can something that small make me so sick and so tired all the time? I've had more naps in the last couple of weeks than I've had in the last four years!

And a p.s. to an earlier post - I found two friends to go with me to see Death Cab for Cutie! It should be lots of fun - Millenium Park on the lawn. And yes, the tickets really are $10.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

We've Hit the Trifecta!

Introducing the cousins:
Elizabeth Marie, Chloe Elizabeth and Avery Elizabeth (clockwise from top).



Cute for now, sure to be trouble in the very near future!

For some cute baby humor, check out Avery's dancing debut. Definitely worth watching, very well (although inappropriately) choreographed by her daddy.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, Baby Greetings, and a Must-see movie for all!

First things first: Jo, happy happy Birthday! And to you too, Sarah, whose birthday I have long since given up on trying to remember. Happy 31st!

And to Sarah especially, thank you for being so understanding about this weekend. We did end up seeing my uncle on Sunday morning for a bit, and he seemed to be recovering well. There was on moment when he got up off the couch, yelped, and stumbled. I thought, holy crap, his guts are going to come out! But really it was just his leg that fell asleep! Haa! (For those of you not in the know...my uncle had to have an emergency gallbladder-ectomy this weekend and because of the changes in the schedule, Christa and I were unable to make it to Ft. Worth to see mom and meet little Chloe.)

So the movie is called, "For the Bible Tells me so." Essentially, the movie introduces several different gay people who were brought up in Christian households and how they recognized and eventually dealt with the apparent disconnect between their Christian beliefs and their own sexual identity. I basically watched the movie through my tears. The stories shared in this movie are so powerful and they are, in different ways, my story. They put a voice to my experience in a way that I haven't myself done yet and my heart just resonated with the experiences each of these people have lived through. Please, please, please look for this movie and watch it. And if you can't find it, let me know and I will send it to you. I think it's that important.

One particular story that I resonated with especially was told by a young woman named Chrissy. She grew up catholic and was unsuccessful in the dating arena for most of high school and college. She figured she just hadn't found the right guy yet. Later in college, she began dating a guy who really was her best friend. After 5-6 years, they got married and she was happy to be marrying her best friend. After several years of marriage, Chrissy met a woman who she clicked with immediately. They spent tons of time together and quickly became very close. Chrissy described herself as always wanting to be with her, spend more time with her, etc. After a while, Chrissy's friend, a little awkwardly, told her that she was a lesbian and that she felt badly because they had gotten so close and she had not really found a good way to tell Chrissy about her sexual identity. She wasn't flirting with Chrissy or trying to split up her marriage, but in that conversation, Chrissy says that a light went off and she realized that she hadn't been waiting for the right guy all those years...she was waiting for the right girl. And when she met her, her whole world righted itself and she was whole, she was herself with this woman.

Why didn't she figure this out before? According to Chrissy (and this is exactly how I feel), things that are not options are simply not entertained. As a young catholic, Chrissy learned that to be gay and to commit suicide were both "abominations" to God and that you would get a one-way ticket straight to hell for either one. So no gay and no suicide. It wasn't even in her realm of possibility. Not until much later in life.

This is, in so many ways, my story. There are more things in the movie that are so important for straight people to hear, to see, especially people who come from Christian backgrounds like all of ours. And I want to talk about them with you all, but instead of me trying to lay it all out there, see the movie!

The last thing I'll say about the film at this point is this: the movie does a great job at showing the audience how alienating the process of coming out can be for gay Christians. This alienation, utter aloneness, feelings of rejection and abandonment, all of it I have experienced, and still continue to feel. Can you imagine the uproar if Christa and I went to a Wheaton reunion? Held hands while walking across the quad? There is not doubt in my mind that I would be asked to leave. And that is alienation. So it's in an attempt to recover a more satisfying relationship with Wheaton and my dear friends from there that I'm encouraging this movie so much.

So let me know what you find and what you think.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

catch up

Sarah, Chloe is beautiful. I can't wait to hear the Sophie-isms that will surely emerge with a new baby at home! I don't have much to report but wanted to let you guys know that I'm here and enjoyed catching up on your news. Church and work are keeping Eric and I busy enough, and after taking a break for way too long, I've really been enjoying working out at the gym. Congrats to Kristy on passing the boards-I don't know if this is something they teach you in class, but complimenting people's pets gets you far! The new vet that I took Mario to said he was a good groomer and I felt a surge of pride for my little guy's hygiene-I kid you not! I hope Kelly has resolved the complicated feelings that arose in seeing Uncle Jessie/John Stamos (sigh)! Take care! Have a blessed Palm Sunday today

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Introducing...

Sarah, I don't want to steal your thunder with this post but our readers will want to know. Just delete this one when you get around to posting your own.

I'd like to introduce the beautiful Chloe Elizabeth. She arrived on March 10 at 10:48 p.m. and was 9 pounds, 8 ounces, 22 1/2 inches long. She was the biggest baby born that night - not surprising if you know her daddy. Also not surprising is the red hair, hidden in the photo below by her little hat. Mother and baby and safe and well.


Monday, March 10, 2008

From the Front Lines

This post is brought to you by Harris Methodist Hospital and their fantabulous wireless internet. How is it that women have been bringing new life into the world for thousands of years without it??

That's right, you all are getting a post straight from what will (eventually) be my delivery room. I feel a little bit like Pheobe on that episode of friends where she has the heart attack--typing away on my computer while awaiting one of the most significant events of my life. But hey, I've got to kill time somehow.

At this point I'm hooked up to varoius machines, which are serving to illustrate that nothing, I repeat, nothing, is happening in my uterus at the moment. When the doctor comes in, hopefully we can get this show on the road and convince Little Miss to come out, although she is proving to be a bit more stubborn than her sister was.

I'll post pictures (of the baby, not of the process) when I get them.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Birthday Love

I was dreading my 31st birthday. Not because of the painful process of aging. No, instead I was dreading it because I was expecting an uncomfortable and unproductive visit to my OB. And indeed, that is what I got. But, thanks to all the birthday love I received from everyone the day was not entirely lost. I'd like to share a few of my favorite birthday wishes, although I must issue a Parental Advisory for the content.

On my voicemail (from spaghettipie, received while I was at the OB):

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
I guess you're getting an exam of your hoo-hoo,
Happy Birthday to you.

In my email (from cdub):

My birthday wish for you:
May no baby come forth today (unless you are miserably large)
So that you never have to share your birthday with another (unless you are selfless like me and do not mind.)

A birthday card (from Anna):

Pictured on the front are two friends having coffee.
Friend 1: Where's your birthday party going to be at?

Friend 2: Don't end your sentence with a preposition.

Inside the card:
Friend 1: Where's your birthday party going to be at, Bitch?


Overheard talking to herself at naptime (from Sophie):
"Today is Mommy's birthday.
Happy birthday, Mom."

And this one is not a birthday wish, but it was a gift in its own way.

Lying in bed with Mommy after hearing Daddy yell at the tv
(from Sophie, who gets in trouble for yelling):
"I need to go stop him. He's having a bad choice."
Yes, having a bad choice indeed. Tee hee.

It was a happy birthday after all.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

The Most Comfortable Place in the World. . .

is apparently my womb.

I went to the doctor last Wed, about 10 days shy of my due date, and it appears that little miss Chloe (that's her name) is quite comfortable in there and has made no effort whatsoever to start the whole process of being born. Yeah, so dial down the emergency mode, folks, any phone calls from me in the next week have very little chance of being related to actually having a baby. I'm just going on with life and acting like she's never going to come. With Sophie, I was chomping at the bit to have her. I was so excited and also very, very hot and swollen (may I recommend winter/spring babies?). With Chloe, I'm thinking, the longer she stays in there, the more days I have to rest up before all heck breaks loose here. I'll keep you all posted, but don't hold your breath.

In other news, Sophie has a new trick. After her first day in Sunday School (instead of the toddler room) and hearing the lesson about the feeding of the 5,000, she has taken it upon herself to preach. She got a mic stand and a Bible and started reading. Apparently, every page in that Bible reads "Jesus do anything" because after she turned each page, that's what she said.

Her vocabulary has also expanded to include "widicwous", "dewishous", and "adowabow". We think she is all of the above. Oh, and for the last two days, her requested reading has been The Illustrated NFL Playbook, circa 1988. Not making this stuff up, people. By the time she's three, I'm hoping she'll have a pretty good grasp of the virtures of the 3-4 defense and the West Coast Offense.

Also, if you're interested, my writer's group has written some Reflections on Lent. They are posted every M/W/F throughout Lent. I wrote the one about bacon. Go figure.

One last thing, the other day I googled Chloe's name (Chloe Elizabeth) and found this funny blog. Read the post from 2/22, you'll like it, I promise.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Catch-all Post

There are a lot of little things to share/discuss, so without further adieu, here's my bulleted list:

*Sophie turns two tomorrow. She had her "painting party" birthday party last weekend. I will post pictures when we get them from the girl that took them for us. It was super-fun. Tomorrow we will go with Gigi and Grandpa to the Dallas World Aquarium, which is a giant rainforest/aquarium. It's gonna be so fun. She's getting so big and learning so much. New "Sophie-isms" include saying "Oh, doot" (trans: oh, shoot) and pulling up a chair to the counter to help me make dinner. She's morphed in to a girly girl and likes her princess nightgown and baby doll. She's still a big Thomas the Train fan, though.

*I am pretty much done with first trimester nausea. My stomach is still pretty sensitive, but I can eat again. We hopefully will discover the gender of Baby #2 next month. Also, Sophie will have two new cousins on her daddy's side next year, so three new babies in 4 months for Grandma Kiki. She's physched.

*Fall TV is coming. I've got my last-season shows lined-up: Heroes, The Office, 30 Rock, but the jury is out on any new shows. I meant to write a post about Tim Gunn's Guide to Style, but got interrupted mid post. The question is: Do we like or not? Episode 1 had me bawling, of course, but that's not saying much these days. I'm also interested in Chuck, Life, Bionic Woman and maybe The Women's Murder Club, mainly because of Angie Harmon. So far, my lineup is pretty NBC heavy, but we'll see how the season progresses.

I guess that's all the news that's fit to print.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Weekend Cuteness

This is Sydney, Jon's goddaughter. She'll be one in just a few weeks. I think she qualifies as ultra-cute.And for a different kind of cute, we turn to the following picture. We thought we were finished with wedding gifts but there was a box outside of our door today from a shop in California called Wetsand. There was no packing slip or gift card so we don't know who it's from or even if it really is a wedding gift but seriously this is cool. You might not be able to tell from the picture, but the little surfer is actually riding a real wave. It's like a little fountain. As the box says, it's "perfect surf, everday."

Monday, July 30, 2007

Little Texan

I was not born in Texas. I had no desire to move here, and my parents had to drag me here, kicking and screaming. I have since adjusted to life here in the Lone Star State. I even went so far as to marry a real Texan, complete with the requisite boots and state-related arrogance (his, not mine). I guess it follows that my offspring would have some Texan tendencies.

So far I have (more than once) resisted the urge to buy the cute pink cowgirl boots Target keeps shoving in my face. And Soph does not yet own a cowgirl hat or chaps (heaven forbid). But yet she is our little Texan, and here's the proof:

1. She thinks guacamole is a main dish. She would eat an entire avocado if we let her. Her favorite thing is to dip a chip (pronounced 'bich', tee hee) and lick off the guacamole.

2. Spicy foods don't slow her down. I made some chili the other evening, and upon tasting it, realized it was pretty spicy. I had neglected to set aside any for Soph and she was very pumped about said chili since she's currently obsessed with eating beans. I decided to give her a little taste and see what happened. I'll tell you what happened, she ate two darn bowls of that stuff without batting an eye.

3. One of her new phrases is "No, ma'am." Usually said when she isn't getting her way. I wonder where she's heard that before. . .

4. She enjoys singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" with us. She says "stars. . . heart." Now we just need her to get that clapping part down.

She'll be two in about six weeks. I'm not sure I can believe I've been a mother for that long!! Can't wait to see you guys and for Soph to meet the rest of Apt. 5b!

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Since I am certain that Jo can't post from the plane (although I wouldn't put it past her) I thought I'd share the posting load tonight. Yesterday I was doing some deep thinking. I know some of you have lofty thoughts of a spiritual, moral or political nature, but I am not afraid to admit that I was actually thinking about commercials. Three commercials in particular, because they annoy me so much.

#1 A commercial for Bounty paper towels. The narrator helpfully tells us that if you want to preserve your fancy hand towels from having someone actually use them (anyone else instantly think of Monica from Friends here?) you can thoughtfully fold up some paper towels (Bounty, of course) and place them on the sink for use. Then the narrator adds, (and I directly quote) "This thoughtful touch will show your commitment to luxury." In what universe is a paper towel considered luxurious? I'll admit, I'm cheap and I do think twice before using a paper towel (am I the only one?? Come on, admit it!) but even I know this is not luxury. I persona!lly don't mind when people use my hand towels because that is what they are for. I know, I'm crazy

#2 Starts with some girls sitting on a rooftop in a city. Suddenly the decrepit old wooden water tower behind them sprouts a leak (don't ask why). One of the girl leaps out of her seat and stops the water flow (she has Buffy-like reflexes). What does she use to stop this huge flow of water you ask? Yes, you guessed it, a feminine hygiene product stuck to her hand. I don't even know where to begin with this one.

#3 A commercial for "Age of Love" a new reality series (good thing they have new reality shows coming out because there are so few on television these days). The commercial itself isn't very impressive, but the concept of the show caught my attention. They "surprise" the bachelor with two types of women, twenty year olds and forty year olds. Anyone willing to bet on the forty year olds?? I think this, along with commercial #2, is very insulting to women (especially the poor 30 years olds who are totally left out). Especially since NBC is touting it as a "social experiment" that is supposed to give us an insight into the male mind when it comes to women's age, as if we didn't already know.

So when I'm not thinking about the commercials, my mind drifts to issues of more significance. Yes, again you're right- Ocean's 13. I saw it on Sunday, and let me tell ya, it did not disappoint. Not at all. A few suggestions for the creators (since I'm sure they are dying for my opinion):

There could have been a scoatch more Brad in it.

They could have incorporated a little more skin - why couldn't they have done some of their scheming around the pool? I would have been happy with even a bare arm (not even both arms, I'm not greedy).

Two things to observe if you haven't already seen it:

Brad is drinking some sort of beverage in practically every scene. He ate in every scene of Ocean's 11 and I'll have to watch 12 again to see if there's another compulsive habit in that one.

There are also some scenes that clearly display that Ellen Barkin has had some work done. You know what I mean.

On a final totally unrelated note of some actual significance, anyone not hear that Heather is having a second baby?

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

How I Know She's Mine

Since the day she was born, the consensus has been almost unanimous that Sophie is her daddy's baby. Most people thought she looked just like her daddy, and figured there's no way she got her mellow temperament from me. But as time goes by, I'm beginning to suspect (and hope) that she may be more of her mommy's baby than originally thought. Here are a few reasons why she may be my baby after all:

1) She loooovvvves her blankie. And she sometimes twists it between her fingers. I didn't know nervous habits were genetic.
2) She gets grumpy when it's past time for her to eat. Believe me, it's unpleasant.
3) She has hit most of her milestones around the same time I did: walking, talking, etc.
4) She has this patch of hair on the back of her head that will NOT lie flat. I seem to remember the same bed-head look in many of my baby pictures.
5) Her new trick is to go get the earpiece to my phone and ask to call someone. Now that's my kid. No wonder I don't have any minutes left.
6) Apparently I was a mellow, laid-back- and can you believe this -low-maintenance child.
So maybe I can claim her after all. Hopefully she doesn't inherit my sassy tongue or my athletic ability, that's why I married her daddy.

She is really growing and changing so fast! (And, by the way, her leg is fine. She is walking like normal and we'll go see the orthopedist on Thursday.) Her new favorite song is "Five Little Monkeys." When she wants to sing it, she hits herself on the head. Sounds a little mean of me to teach her that, but it's really, really cute. She is also really into her teddy bear "Mr. Bear." She likes to make sure that everbody gives him goodnight kisses. She also is sure to share her food and drink with him, too.

That's all I've got for tonight, and I promise that in my next post I will try to be "Sars" and not just "Sophie's Mom."

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Poor Soph!

Bad news: Our dear not-quite-17-month-old sweetie has a fractured tibia. She was sliding down the slide and twisted her leg. Apparently this is very common in small kids, so common, in fact, that they call it the toddler fracture. We saw her pediatrician, had x-rays and then saw the orthopedist. She doesn't need a cast, but she sure won't be walking for the next week or so. I guess I won't need to go to the gym, since I'll be lugging her very heavy little tush around everywhere until she regains her mobility. Let me tell you, though, she is one tough little cookie. She has hardly shed a tear about this whole thing (unlike her mommy) and is just as pleasant and sweet as ever, although I wonder if she'll ever want to slide again.

In the meantime, I'll be playing spell fast or die! Proceed with caution, it's very addictive.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

New in 2007 (or 3 Babies in 4 Days)


Welcome to the world, Lorelai (12/30), Nathanael (1/1), and Sam (1/2).

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Introducing Sydney


We went to Columbia, MO, this past weekend to meet Jon's beautiful new goddaughter, Sydney. Congratulations to Chris & Marianne. This trip was much different than the last one. Some of you may remember that a month ago when we were there, I spent most of the night in the bathroom after an evening out with Jon's college friends and my bottomless beverage. (There's a first time for everything, but that's all I'll say about that here.) This time, we all fell asleep on the couch watching the baseball game after dinner. I don't know what excuse Jon and I have (we're old?) but Chris and Marianne are understandably tired from getting used to feedings and diaper changes every few hours throughout the day and night. Sydney is beautiful and expressive and has the exact same haircut as Chris. (Chris isn't bald, you just can't see Syd's full head of hair in the picture.)

Here are a couple of shots from the Cardinals game last Thursday night. It was a dismal night at the ballpark. The brats were good, the company was fun, the new stadium is pretty, but the game was just painful and it was really cold. We ended up leaving in the 5th inning with the Brewers up 9-1. They went on to win 9-4. Oh, and the Blues lost also. (Thank goodness it was only preseason for them.) Just a stellar night for St. Louis sports. Somehow the Cardinals made it to the postseason, beginning with a game this afternoon against the Padres. Overall, this weekend was a good one for St. Louis sports - the Rams, Cardinals, and Mizzou all won. Oh, and so did Jon's flag football team, 41-0. For some reason that one didn't make the news, though.
Rants

People who sit on the same side of the table at a restaurant - Why is this necessary? We noticed 3 couples at two different restaurants this week that squeezed into one side of a booth or table, leaving the other side open. In each case, I immediately assumed another person or two would be joining the table but I was wrong. Now, I know that I am not the most elegant person when I eat, but I have never had a date/friend/family member ask to sit on the same side of the table with me in order to not have to watch me eat. This configuration is also not conducive to conversation, but maybe these couples have run out of things to talk about and are just trying to keep up the illusion of closeness. That might be rather harsh but I can think of no other excuse for this behavior. If any of you have ideas, please enlighten me. Note: all 3 couples in question were eating pizza. Does that mean anything? Is there a pizza eating custom that I don't know about? Should Jon and I start sitting on the same side of the booth every time we go to Imo's?

Dress Barn - No woman wants to buy their clothes at a barn. Besides conjuring up images of sawdust floors and smelly stalls you have to wonder what is being implied in the name - I generally do not want to be thinking of myself as a cow or a pig when dress shopping. Not surprisingly, I never see any shoppers in this store when I drive by. While still awkward, a better name might be Dress Palace (for princesses and queens) or even Dress Garden (for delicate flowers).

[End of rants]

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