And just so you know, she does actually have two hands...
30 January 2007
Vertical Skylar
This afternoon we propped Skylar up on the couch so she could spend a little time watching Spongebob Squarepants, because as you all know it's never too early to start introducing some culture into a baby's life.
And just so you know, she does actually have two hands...
And just so you know, she does actually have two hands...
29 January 2007
26 January 2007
24 January 2007
Sleeping Beauty
Skylar in her co-sleeper. This was taken before she realized what time it was. When she realized it was nighttime, she immediately woke up and cried/fussed for the next 8 hours straight, until she finally settled down around 6a.
This shows that even a chubby, 8 lb 15 oz baby can look small.
This shows that even a chubby, 8 lb 15 oz baby can look small.
23 January 2007
22 January 2007
18 January 2007
Baby Update
First, I would like to share that exactly one hour after the delayed start time of school yesterday all the elementary schools were closed. Pretty much someone made a bad decision and then made a worse one, and mass chaos ensued. Luckily for us, Scott dealt with it while Owen and I sat in the warm car and watched some unsupervised kids have a huge snowball fight.
The baby will be born on Monday. We have to be at the hospital at 7:30a, which is nice, because that is the EXACT SAME TIME the girls have to be at school. Now that we have a specific date I am able to make plans and get everything in order, so look for my water to break at some inoportune time this weekend.
Also, today all the snow is just about gone but supposedly tomorrow we are going to get the mother of all snowstorms here. The worst one in like, 20 years. This is supposed to last all weekend. It should be loads and loads of fun. I'll keep you posted.
The baby will be born on Monday. We have to be at the hospital at 7:30a, which is nice, because that is the EXACT SAME TIME the girls have to be at school. Now that we have a specific date I am able to make plans and get everything in order, so look for my water to break at some inoportune time this weekend.
Also, today all the snow is just about gone but supposedly tomorrow we are going to get the mother of all snowstorms here. The worst one in like, 20 years. This is supposed to last all weekend. It should be loads and loads of fun. I'll keep you posted.
17 January 2007
Let it snow
Yesterday it began to snow. And snow. And snow. It was coming down impressively when I picked Ashlyn and Haley up from school, and throughout the evening it started to accumulate. Everyone was very excited at the prospect of missing school, but it was not to be. All the school did was delay the starting time two hours, which is odd because the roads were covered with snow and there is supposed to be another two inches in accumulation by 3 this afternoon.
I have a doctor's appointment at 11:15 today but I don't expect anything exciting to happen. I have decided I don't like my doctor much as he is the holder of drugs that for some reason he refuses to part with.
Well, I will post more later. Right now I have to start the car so it can warm up enough to keep Owen from griping about being cold (which he gets from Ashlyn), and I have to find his "boggin", as he will not go outside without it if anything is falling from the sky because God forbid some snow get into the gel in his hair.
I have a doctor's appointment at 11:15 today but I don't expect anything exciting to happen. I have decided I don't like my doctor much as he is the holder of drugs that for some reason he refuses to part with.
Well, I will post more later. Right now I have to start the car so it can warm up enough to keep Owen from griping about being cold (which he gets from Ashlyn), and I have to find his "boggin", as he will not go outside without it if anything is falling from the sky because God forbid some snow get into the gel in his hair.
09 January 2007
The Upcoming Holiday
This is a conversation with Haley:
Mama, we don't have to go to school on Monday.
Why not?
It's Martin Lucas's day.
Who is Martin Lucas?
He was the blackest American king, and he wore all black, and he was nice, but some people didn't like him and they shot him.
Oh.
Yeah, that's exactly what happened. You know, Grandmama should know a lot about him because it was a long time ago and she's the oldest person I know. But Papaw is pretty old too, so maybe he knows about it. Anyway, Martin Lucas helped the lives of a lot of people so they could eat at the same restaurants and ride the buses and stuff. You know...equal nights.
Mama, we don't have to go to school on Monday.
Why not?
It's Martin Lucas's day.
Who is Martin Lucas?
He was the blackest American king, and he wore all black, and he was nice, but some people didn't like him and they shot him.
Oh.
Yeah, that's exactly what happened. You know, Grandmama should know a lot about him because it was a long time ago and she's the oldest person I know. But Papaw is pretty old too, so maybe he knows about it. Anyway, Martin Lucas helped the lives of a lot of people so they could eat at the same restaurants and ride the buses and stuff. You know...equal nights.
A bunch of monkeys
My father took this picture before my parents left to go back to Georgia after visiting us at Christmas. I refused to be in it.
My mother: But at Thanksgiving I tried to take a family picture and you said I could take one when we came back at Christmas.
Me: Yeah, well, I lied.
No, not yet...
Yesterday as Owen and I enjoyed lunch and a showing of the movie Cars, (chicken nuggets for him, kung pao chicken for me) I noticed that my contractions were strangely close together. 4 minutes exactly. So then I was in a pickle, because it was 2:15 and the girls get out of school at 2:45 and Scott was unreachable at the range and Oh, What to do? What to do? So I called MAJ Somers' office.
*About two weeks ago Scott and I had this conversation:
I don't like the fact that I call and call and I can't get in touch with you.
Well, if you can't get me, call MAJ Somers' office. There's ALWAYS someone in there that will answer that phone, and they can come find me.*
To make a long story short, and to use as few bad words as possible on the blog, we'll just say that no one answered the phone.
I called Scott's office hoping that the training NCO would pick up and lo and behold Scott answered. Scott, who was supposed to be at the range from 1 to 4 answered the phone in his office at 2:20. I politely explain the situation. Scott begins to fidget and cuss a little.
Bob Ventura (Becca's husband) comes and gets Owen and Scott meets him here with the girls, who he's picked up from school early. Scott and I go to the doctor's office. I am subjected to a pelvic exam (YAY). 3 cm. I am then told to go home and wait for the contractions to "intensify." I was told this by a man doctor, who, being a man has therefore never had a single contraction in his life and has also never pushed a baby out of his body. But I must say he did give me more vicodin and told me to take no more than three a day so I don't dull the contractions too much.
The contractions are intensifying, but not all at the same time. Some are not bad, some take my breath, some sting, and some hurt. It's a good thing that I believe variety is the spice of life.
I am presently hoarding the vicodin pills so I can sell them on the street corner to some of Scott's soldiers.
*About two weeks ago Scott and I had this conversation:
I don't like the fact that I call and call and I can't get in touch with you.
Well, if you can't get me, call MAJ Somers' office. There's ALWAYS someone in there that will answer that phone, and they can come find me.*
To make a long story short, and to use as few bad words as possible on the blog, we'll just say that no one answered the phone.
I called Scott's office hoping that the training NCO would pick up and lo and behold Scott answered. Scott, who was supposed to be at the range from 1 to 4 answered the phone in his office at 2:20. I politely explain the situation. Scott begins to fidget and cuss a little.
Bob Ventura (Becca's husband) comes and gets Owen and Scott meets him here with the girls, who he's picked up from school early. Scott and I go to the doctor's office. I am subjected to a pelvic exam (YAY). 3 cm. I am then told to go home and wait for the contractions to "intensify." I was told this by a man doctor, who, being a man has therefore never had a single contraction in his life and has also never pushed a baby out of his body. But I must say he did give me more vicodin and told me to take no more than three a day so I don't dull the contractions too much.
The contractions are intensifying, but not all at the same time. Some are not bad, some take my breath, some sting, and some hurt. It's a good thing that I believe variety is the spice of life.
I am presently hoarding the vicodin pills so I can sell them on the street corner to some of Scott's soldiers.
02 January 2007
Drugs
Last night was another uncomfortable night filled with lots and lots of pressure and pain so this morning I called and moved my appointment from tomorrow to today and went to see the doctor. We all agree that it is too early for the baby to be born, but I still needed something for the pain.
After a pelvic exam (YAY!) and some crying I successfully scored some Vicodin. The entire appointment the doctor kept talking about Tylenol so I thought that was what I was getting. When I got in the car and looked at the prescription I was confused because I honestly didn't know what vicodin was. Well, now I know!
Scott went to the pharmacy and got the medicine and I took two pills along with a chocolate milkshake from McDonalds. Vicodin is WAY better than any tylenol! Scott told me that after taking it I couldn't operate any machinery so everyone had cereal for supper tonight as I was afraid to try to work the stove or microwave. Also, at some point during my euphoric state I apparently slept for almost three hours AND talked to my father on the phone, which I don't entirely recollect. The pain has dulled considerably....to the point where I am up and about, happy to clean or whatnot, though the pressure is still there and Scott keeps telling me to sit down. I am still having contractions, and I go back to the doctor next Wednesday.
After a pelvic exam (YAY!) and some crying I successfully scored some Vicodin. The entire appointment the doctor kept talking about Tylenol so I thought that was what I was getting. When I got in the car and looked at the prescription I was confused because I honestly didn't know what vicodin was. Well, now I know!
Scott went to the pharmacy and got the medicine and I took two pills along with a chocolate milkshake from McDonalds. Vicodin is WAY better than any tylenol! Scott told me that after taking it I couldn't operate any machinery so everyone had cereal for supper tonight as I was afraid to try to work the stove or microwave. Also, at some point during my euphoric state I apparently slept for almost three hours AND talked to my father on the phone, which I don't entirely recollect. The pain has dulled considerably....to the point where I am up and about, happy to clean or whatnot, though the pressure is still there and Scott keeps telling me to sit down. I am still having contractions, and I go back to the doctor next Wednesday.
01 January 2007
Almost ready?
Update:
Last Wednesday I noticed that I was having a lot of contractions so I decided to time them and found that they were about 9 minutes apart. I called the hospital and they told me to stay in bed all day. My parents were here so they took care of the kids and Scott only worked a half day so it all worked out. Plus, I got to lay in bed all day.
Friday night there was a small sequence of events that began around 11 that led me to call the hospital again. I was told to come in to be checked out and put on the monitor. Scott stayed with the kids while my friend Midge met me up at Labor and Delivery. It's a good thing she met me there because if you go in between 11p and 5a then you have to go through the ER and I would still be walking around the hospital looking for the Labor part because their signs suck.
So the nurse checked me out and found that I was 2.5 cm dilated (no biggie) and 75% effaced, which the nurse called "impressive, given how far along you are right now." The contractions spread out as soon as they hooked up the monitor, which is what always happens, so I got to come home about 2a with the instructions to "rest as much as possible in the bed." I was also asked if I had my bags packed for the hospital, which I don't. The nurse said to go home and pack them because after my appointment this Wednesday there was a good chance I would be sent down to have the baby. So I came home and Scott and I both freaked out a little bit.
Saturday we went to Dillards and bought the baby an outfit to wear home from the hospital. Walking through Dillards caused intense pressure and pain. Probably not good. We also ate lunch at Applebee's, where I got the Nacho appetizer as my meal, and Owen ate a jalepeno (he calls them pee-nos) and it was very funny; I wish you all could have been there to see that.
Yesterday we went to Denver Mattress and bought a new mattress and boxspring for our bed, to replace the one we've had for almost 11 years, and last night I embroidered some burp rags for the baby.
Other than those few things I am resting uncomfortably in the new bed or on the new couch that was finally delivered last week trying to not do the unthinkable: Go into labor while Tennessee is playing in a bowl game on television.
Last Wednesday I noticed that I was having a lot of contractions so I decided to time them and found that they were about 9 minutes apart. I called the hospital and they told me to stay in bed all day. My parents were here so they took care of the kids and Scott only worked a half day so it all worked out. Plus, I got to lay in bed all day.
Friday night there was a small sequence of events that began around 11 that led me to call the hospital again. I was told to come in to be checked out and put on the monitor. Scott stayed with the kids while my friend Midge met me up at Labor and Delivery. It's a good thing she met me there because if you go in between 11p and 5a then you have to go through the ER and I would still be walking around the hospital looking for the Labor part because their signs suck.
So the nurse checked me out and found that I was 2.5 cm dilated (no biggie) and 75% effaced, which the nurse called "impressive, given how far along you are right now." The contractions spread out as soon as they hooked up the monitor, which is what always happens, so I got to come home about 2a with the instructions to "rest as much as possible in the bed." I was also asked if I had my bags packed for the hospital, which I don't. The nurse said to go home and pack them because after my appointment this Wednesday there was a good chance I would be sent down to have the baby. So I came home and Scott and I both freaked out a little bit.
Saturday we went to Dillards and bought the baby an outfit to wear home from the hospital. Walking through Dillards caused intense pressure and pain. Probably not good. We also ate lunch at Applebee's, where I got the Nacho appetizer as my meal, and Owen ate a jalepeno (he calls them pee-nos) and it was very funny; I wish you all could have been there to see that.
Yesterday we went to Denver Mattress and bought a new mattress and boxspring for our bed, to replace the one we've had for almost 11 years, and last night I embroidered some burp rags for the baby.
Other than those few things I am resting uncomfortably in the new bed or on the new couch that was finally delivered last week trying to not do the unthinkable: Go into labor while Tennessee is playing in a bowl game on television.
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