My dearest little Madeline,
Before I was your mother, I thought I could only love someone who knew how to love me back.
Before I was your mother I was scared of things like taxes and the return of slouch boots. Now, I know the only things in the world that scare me are the things that could hurt you. In the same breath, I've never been so fearless in my life. I could kill a spider or a human being if someone was trying to hurt you.
I thought I knew myself. I thought I knew that my life was ok without diapers, pacifiers, and certainly without lanolin cream. Going to the theater, reading a book, and enjoying peaceful solitude were nearly daily activities.
Before I was your mother, it never bothered me that I hadn't felt a child move inside me. But when I did, I was paralyzed.
I never considered myself a selfish person. But staying at home with you has shown me that, despite my daily quest to put myself second, I seem to still look out for number one.
Before I was your mother I never worried about things like autism, and I never stopped to smile at a baby and mother on the street, my heart gladdened simply at their presence. It never occur ed to me that at night, before she finally drifted off to sleep she always said a prayer for her little one to protect them from everything she couldn't.
Before I was your mother I spent an hour a day putting on makeup and nice clothes to go to a job I adored. Now I spend a minute a day putting my hair in a ponytail and putting on some cozy sweats to hide some of that padding you seemed to feel was so necessary.
Before I was your mother a baby crying in a restaurant made me roll my eyes, now it pains my heart.
Before I was your mother I read Vogue.
Before I was your mother, I didn't know that simply watching someone breathe would give me a peace and comfort unparallel to a paycheck.
I would never believe I could spend an hour holding you in my arms, crying softly because you were getting too big to hold.
Before I was your mother, I didn't really understand or appreciate mine.
It's getting harder and harder to remember what was important to me, before I was your mother.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
The great pumpkin
I forgot that Blogger loads my pictures backwards. (grr) So this was mommy at the end of the loooong day!
I will love you, and feed you, and you shall be my pumpkin!
How quickly she became a country girl.
Today - hay - Tomorrow - Everest!
It's like trying to find a needle...
Is this how this works?
Mommy - can WE get a pumpkin tree?
More Pics from the Pumpkin Patch!
Gramma, will you buy me a pumpkin?
Isn't this one gorgeous?? I *heart* my husband's professional camera!
This one is My size!
I'm done with taking pictures!
Seriously! Mom - 257 pictures is enough!
This one is perfect! Can I have it pleeeeease?
Is this what a roll in the hay is?
The view from up here is awesome!
This little squash is only thiiis big!Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I love the way you lovee
Madeline has attached herslf to this little dollar store bear. From day to day though, her love for it changes. Some times she chucks him over the side of her crib, not to see him until naptime. Other days, like today, she wants him with her every second.
Today was the first day that she insisted on having him in her high chair with her. I decided not to have a fight today over it - it seemed harmless enough. But then it was clear that Red Bear was getting more of her lunch than she was. So she allowed me to hold him for the duration of her lunch. But she watched me like a hawk let me tell you!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Why does everything have to be so complicated!!
Last night Steve and I came to a crossroads in our relationship. Installing a new carseat. Madeline had far outgrown her baby one and it was time to install the new one. How hard can it be right?2 college degrees, some graduate school, and an hour later we're tired, sweaty, and angry at each other.
Ok so I'm exaggerating a bit....but not that much. No WONDER fire departments want to do this for you. Putting in a car seat (at least our carseat) was extremely complicated. LATCH system - non-LATCH system - seatbelts - noodle - rolled up towels. ARG!
I was ready to pull a Britney by the end of it and just hold Madeline on my lap.
So now - in the daylight of a new day and X hundred of dollars later - I think we've finally decided on a new carseat.
(A special shoutout to all my peeps who answered ALL my carseat questions so patiently!!)
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Thoughts occur that this night might stay yesterday
One of the few weird "side effects" of pregnancy that I actually didn't experience was loss of bladder control. (Yes, if you are reading this and have not ever been pregnant it's true. Oh, and you also crave dirt.) So, it was really weird that I woke up on October 18th last year at 2:00 am and felt like I had lost it - literally. I sneaked out of bed to go to the bathroom - not wanting to wake Steve if I had, indeed, wet the bed. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, changed my shorts, and crept back into the bedroom thinking it must have all been a weird pregnancy dream. I put my hands on my side of the bed, and it was wet. I felt all around and then Steve woke up.
"Did your water break?"
"Um, I don't know. Maybe."
"Well.... what should we do? Should we call the doctor?"
"I dunno. Maybe one of my (5,000) pregnancy books has something on it."
So we both grabbed some books and started searching.
"OH! Here's something!" I said. "It says that if your water breaks it will smell sweet. Whereas pee will just - well, smell like pee."
I looked at him.
"Will you smell my shorts?"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Come on! You know I can't do it. I have pregnancy nose!"
A 5 minute conversation ensues
He does, eventually, agree to smell my shorts. Now, if that's not love and dedication I don't know what is! I walked into the bathroom to watch this go on.
"Um Steve, I'm pretty sure my water broke. I'm still . . . you know....going."
So, we called the doctor on call and he said that since I already had an 8:00 check up scheduled to just try to get some sleep and come in at that time, where they'd check to see if my water broke.
We got back in bed and talked for about an hour - talking about how scared we were to become parents, how we hoped everything would go smoothly. I told him that we really should try to sleep because if I was , in fact, in labour, we would both need it. We both laid there for about another hour - just listening to the minutes tick by. But somehow - we both got a few hours before we got back up at 6:30. I sat at the table and ate breakfast after I got dressed and tried to eat. I think I ate about 5 spoon fulls.
My check up was at 8:00. The doctor did some type of test with a strip of paper to see if my water broke. I just remember her smiling and saying "Congrats!" and leaving Steve and me in there alone to try to process it all. We laughed and hugged. I was terrified. Being pregnant is one thing - having a baby is entirely different.
As we left the doctor's office everyone was all smiles. They had already called St. V's and let them know I was on my way. We were instantly admitted and all the nurses told me to walk around to bring on labour. Steve and I headed up to the maternity ward and walked about the equivalent of 4 Boston Marathons. We kept peeking in the nursery, wondering what our little girl would look like, and how soon she'd be in our arms.
By early morning they started me on a pitocin drip which brought the contractions on right quick! Steve spent every second of every horrible contraction by my side - helping me breathe and reassuring me that I was doing great. By 1:00 the contractions were unbearable. I've never felt a pain like that of a contraction. After squeezing Steve's phalanges to death, I think he was glad I decided to get an Epidural. By late afternoon I was feeling better except for one "hot spot" that the epidural didn't quite cover. My parents and Steve's parents were there and we all chatted about how excited we were. My best friend Jenn stopped in to see for about 2 hours which really helped pass the time. I just kept watching the monitors to make sure the baby's heart was okay.
By early evening I was exhausted. They always try to tell you to get some sleep. But that's pretty hard when a baby is tap dancing in your belly and you're so uncomfortable you'd sell a kidney to be done with the process.
Around 6:00 I was getting really really grouchy. I was so uncomfortable I could hardly stand it and so huge I couldn't move to get more comfortable. My OB came in to check my dialation and said I had gone from 4 cm to 9 cm in the last hour. Everyone gathered around to wish me well then settled back in to read their magazines and such as that last centimeter can take quite a while. By 6:30 I felt something "different" I couldn't put it in words - so I just told Steve (who told the nurse) that I just felt "different." She sent everyone out and WHAT do you know I'm at 10 centimeters. She let all the parents in to say their final words of wisdom then scuttled them out. My OB came back in and confirmed I was 10 cm and had the nurse tell me to start pushing. That's when I was the most afraid. It was like I was standing at the edge of a cliff and someone was on their way to push me off. All the sudden I didn't want to be a mom. How on earth was I going to know everything it took to raise a baby? I remember telling Steve that I didn't want to push - that I was so scared. I don't remember what he said, but I"m sure it was soothing.
It's funny the things I remember....I remember starting to push and realizing that the TV in the corner of the room was still on. Wheel of Fortune came on, and then Jeopardy, and then some stupid show like "Two and a Half Men" or something. I was pushing 3 times every contraction. 3 times, that is, while Steve counted to ten. I remember being so thirsty and so hungry that I was literally picturing a piece of toast. (I don't know why) I just wanted someone to give me a piece of toast. The nurse kept saying I couldn't eat anything in case I had to have a C-section. I wanted to scream at her that THAT wasn't going to happen to me and please get me so toast NOW! But I just sucked on ice chips instead.
After two hours she went to get Dr. Leone (my OB) who examined me and then kept talking with the nurse. I kept watching the baby's heartbeat. I wanted to yell at them that I didn't care if she tore off the lower half of my body, just get her here safe. I just thought something was horribly wrong. The nurse left and Dr. Leone came up by my side.
He said that pushing for over 2 hours is pretty long - even on a first baby. He said that after his last examination he was able to feel that my bone structure was not such to facilitate a baby. Apparently bones that are supposed to form a circle, formed a diamond instead. Little baby was getting her head stuck. He said I was one of the best "pushers" he'd ever seen, but - there wasn't any more I could do. They needed to do a C-section and get the baby out before she really became stressed. I immediately cried.
I hadn't cried the entire time, but the flood waters came like a tsunami. More than anything I wanted to have my baby the "normal" way. c-section just felt like failure. Steve comforted me and told me it wasn't a big deal. I kept telling him I was sorry, sorry I couldn't "give" that to him. He went to share with our family the new news and left me alone with Dr. Leone. I was sobbing and really just couldn't get control of myself. He walked over to me, picked up a piece of my think hospital blanket and wiped away my tears. He didn't say a word - just looked at me and wiped my tears away. I'll never, ever forget that moment.
They wheeled me out into the hallway where my entire family had assembled. They all leaned over and kissed me or spoke kind words. I just felt like a fool - being wheeled away to surgery because I couldn't do it myself - and being paraded in front of my family was humiliating. Until, my brother in law leaned way over, took my hand and said, "We love you." I don't know my brother in law all that well, and for some reason his words just brought me a great deal of comfort.
I was placed on the OR table and was overcome by how freezing cold it was. I remember the anesthesiologist leaning over my head from behind telling me about all the drugs he was going to give me. Between the arctic temperatures and drugs I couldn't stop shaking. I remember hearing a radio playing loudly and someone counting things really loudly. Next thing I knew, Steve was by my side - decked out in hair covering and mouth covering. He held my hand as the doctor explained what he was doing. I felt a ton of pressure on my organs, but couldn't feel a bloody thing. It felt like he was taking for EVER. I remember wanting to ask, "Is the baby like in my FOOT or something? Let's get going!!!!!!" (Apparently the Doctor had to tickle her back up towards my stomach after all that pushin') Then - a huge push on what felt like my ribcage. I started to say "You're breaking my ribs!"
Then - a cry. Loud and strong. I heard him say "She's sure healthy! It's a girl!" About 5 seconds later they popped her out from behind the curtain and said "Here's your baby" and held her for about 3 seconds so we could see her. After that I could hear her crying but didn't get to see her for about 15 minutes. (I was livid but apparently there's a bunch of other things they have to do with a C-baby). Steve finally left my side after much prodding from me and went to gaze at our new baby. He came back over to me to tell me how perfect she was and then a nurse appeared with her - all papoose like - and handed her to Steve. I remember how overcome with emotion he was - and how much it meant to me to see him that way. He held her up to me so I could see her and I immediately started talking to her - as much as I could through my torrential tears anyway.
She finally came into our lives at 9:00pm. We got to be alone in the recovery room and see her get her bath and assessments. She was as starving as I was and nursed immediately. I was overcome that this little bean who had been inside me for nearly a year - was now in our arms - safe and healthy. It didn't matter how she got there, just that she was safe.
Our 4 days in the hospital were fantastic. Filled with friends and family, we were not wanting for love or attention. We had one nurse, Natasha, whom I will always remember. She went the extra 5 miles for us every time she was on duty.
Coming home from the hospital was a different story. Talk about scary! But that's for another time...
Oh, and I did, finally, get some toast.
"Did your water break?"
"Um, I don't know. Maybe."
"Well.... what should we do? Should we call the doctor?"
"I dunno. Maybe one of my (5,000) pregnancy books has something on it."
So we both grabbed some books and started searching.
"OH! Here's something!" I said. "It says that if your water breaks it will smell sweet. Whereas pee will just - well, smell like pee."
I looked at him.
"Will you smell my shorts?"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Come on! You know I can't do it. I have pregnancy nose!"
A 5 minute conversation ensues
He does, eventually, agree to smell my shorts. Now, if that's not love and dedication I don't know what is! I walked into the bathroom to watch this go on.
"Um Steve, I'm pretty sure my water broke. I'm still . . . you know....going."
So, we called the doctor on call and he said that since I already had an 8:00 check up scheduled to just try to get some sleep and come in at that time, where they'd check to see if my water broke.
We got back in bed and talked for about an hour - talking about how scared we were to become parents, how we hoped everything would go smoothly. I told him that we really should try to sleep because if I was , in fact, in labour, we would both need it. We both laid there for about another hour - just listening to the minutes tick by. But somehow - we both got a few hours before we got back up at 6:30. I sat at the table and ate breakfast after I got dressed and tried to eat. I think I ate about 5 spoon fulls.
My check up was at 8:00. The doctor did some type of test with a strip of paper to see if my water broke. I just remember her smiling and saying "Congrats!" and leaving Steve and me in there alone to try to process it all. We laughed and hugged. I was terrified. Being pregnant is one thing - having a baby is entirely different.
As we left the doctor's office everyone was all smiles. They had already called St. V's and let them know I was on my way. We were instantly admitted and all the nurses told me to walk around to bring on labour. Steve and I headed up to the maternity ward and walked about the equivalent of 4 Boston Marathons. We kept peeking in the nursery, wondering what our little girl would look like, and how soon she'd be in our arms.
By early morning they started me on a pitocin drip which brought the contractions on right quick! Steve spent every second of every horrible contraction by my side - helping me breathe and reassuring me that I was doing great. By 1:00 the contractions were unbearable. I've never felt a pain like that of a contraction. After squeezing Steve's phalanges to death, I think he was glad I decided to get an Epidural. By late afternoon I was feeling better except for one "hot spot" that the epidural didn't quite cover. My parents and Steve's parents were there and we all chatted about how excited we were. My best friend Jenn stopped in to see for about 2 hours which really helped pass the time. I just kept watching the monitors to make sure the baby's heart was okay.
By early evening I was exhausted. They always try to tell you to get some sleep. But that's pretty hard when a baby is tap dancing in your belly and you're so uncomfortable you'd sell a kidney to be done with the process.
Around 6:00 I was getting really really grouchy. I was so uncomfortable I could hardly stand it and so huge I couldn't move to get more comfortable. My OB came in to check my dialation and said I had gone from 4 cm to 9 cm in the last hour. Everyone gathered around to wish me well then settled back in to read their magazines and such as that last centimeter can take quite a while. By 6:30 I felt something "different" I couldn't put it in words - so I just told Steve (who told the nurse) that I just felt "different." She sent everyone out and WHAT do you know I'm at 10 centimeters. She let all the parents in to say their final words of wisdom then scuttled them out. My OB came back in and confirmed I was 10 cm and had the nurse tell me to start pushing. That's when I was the most afraid. It was like I was standing at the edge of a cliff and someone was on their way to push me off. All the sudden I didn't want to be a mom. How on earth was I going to know everything it took to raise a baby? I remember telling Steve that I didn't want to push - that I was so scared. I don't remember what he said, but I"m sure it was soothing.
It's funny the things I remember....I remember starting to push and realizing that the TV in the corner of the room was still on. Wheel of Fortune came on, and then Jeopardy, and then some stupid show like "Two and a Half Men" or something. I was pushing 3 times every contraction. 3 times, that is, while Steve counted to ten. I remember being so thirsty and so hungry that I was literally picturing a piece of toast. (I don't know why) I just wanted someone to give me a piece of toast. The nurse kept saying I couldn't eat anything in case I had to have a C-section. I wanted to scream at her that THAT wasn't going to happen to me and please get me so toast NOW! But I just sucked on ice chips instead.
After two hours she went to get Dr. Leone (my OB) who examined me and then kept talking with the nurse. I kept watching the baby's heartbeat. I wanted to yell at them that I didn't care if she tore off the lower half of my body, just get her here safe. I just thought something was horribly wrong. The nurse left and Dr. Leone came up by my side.
He said that pushing for over 2 hours is pretty long - even on a first baby. He said that after his last examination he was able to feel that my bone structure was not such to facilitate a baby. Apparently bones that are supposed to form a circle, formed a diamond instead. Little baby was getting her head stuck. He said I was one of the best "pushers" he'd ever seen, but - there wasn't any more I could do. They needed to do a C-section and get the baby out before she really became stressed. I immediately cried.
I hadn't cried the entire time, but the flood waters came like a tsunami. More than anything I wanted to have my baby the "normal" way. c-section just felt like failure. Steve comforted me and told me it wasn't a big deal. I kept telling him I was sorry, sorry I couldn't "give" that to him. He went to share with our family the new news and left me alone with Dr. Leone. I was sobbing and really just couldn't get control of myself. He walked over to me, picked up a piece of my think hospital blanket and wiped away my tears. He didn't say a word - just looked at me and wiped my tears away. I'll never, ever forget that moment.
They wheeled me out into the hallway where my entire family had assembled. They all leaned over and kissed me or spoke kind words. I just felt like a fool - being wheeled away to surgery because I couldn't do it myself - and being paraded in front of my family was humiliating. Until, my brother in law leaned way over, took my hand and said, "We love you." I don't know my brother in law all that well, and for some reason his words just brought me a great deal of comfort.
I was placed on the OR table and was overcome by how freezing cold it was. I remember the anesthesiologist leaning over my head from behind telling me about all the drugs he was going to give me. Between the arctic temperatures and drugs I couldn't stop shaking. I remember hearing a radio playing loudly and someone counting things really loudly. Next thing I knew, Steve was by my side - decked out in hair covering and mouth covering. He held my hand as the doctor explained what he was doing. I felt a ton of pressure on my organs, but couldn't feel a bloody thing. It felt like he was taking for EVER. I remember wanting to ask, "Is the baby like in my FOOT or something? Let's get going!!!!!!" (Apparently the Doctor had to tickle her back up towards my stomach after all that pushin') Then - a huge push on what felt like my ribcage. I started to say "You're breaking my ribs!"
Then - a cry. Loud and strong. I heard him say "She's sure healthy! It's a girl!" About 5 seconds later they popped her out from behind the curtain and said "Here's your baby" and held her for about 3 seconds so we could see her. After that I could hear her crying but didn't get to see her for about 15 minutes. (I was livid but apparently there's a bunch of other things they have to do with a C-baby). Steve finally left my side after much prodding from me and went to gaze at our new baby. He came back over to me to tell me how perfect she was and then a nurse appeared with her - all papoose like - and handed her to Steve. I remember how overcome with emotion he was - and how much it meant to me to see him that way. He held her up to me so I could see her and I immediately started talking to her - as much as I could through my torrential tears anyway.
She finally came into our lives at 9:00pm. We got to be alone in the recovery room and see her get her bath and assessments. She was as starving as I was and nursed immediately. I was overcome that this little bean who had been inside me for nearly a year - was now in our arms - safe and healthy. It didn't matter how she got there, just that she was safe.
Our 4 days in the hospital were fantastic. Filled with friends and family, we were not wanting for love or attention. We had one nurse, Natasha, whom I will always remember. She went the extra 5 miles for us every time she was on duty.
Coming home from the hospital was a different story. Talk about scary! But that's for another time...
Oh, and I did, finally, get some toast.
Rainy Birthday
Well, here it is - the day of dread. Madeline's first birthday. Perhaps it's fitting that it's raining as my heart seems sad instead of happy on this occasion, to which Madeline is entirely impervious. Steve and I took her to the Doctor (s) yesterday and she did great!
We took her to a Pediatric Dentist who looked at her teeth and said everything looked like it was coming in just fine! She even got to join the No Cavity Club and got a new toothbrush! The dentist was incredibly nice, and she just swooned over how cute Madeline was.
At the Pediatrician she measured just over 31 inches long (95th percentile), 22.13 pounds (75th percentile) and - I don't remember how big her head was but she was around the 92nd percentile. She does have one huge noggin - ha ha that's certainly something I remember about one year ago!
Dr. Hill-Burke is going to send her to a Pediatric Orthopedic Specialista because of her "janky" foot. Her left foot still turns in, and she wants to get it checked out by a specialist. She may have to get a brace, wear a cast, or they may say it's fine. (That's what we're hoping for!) She also said that Madeline is very smart for her age!! (No suprise she is my little smarty pants!!) She has 4 or 5 words and babbles constantly. She points, knows where her nose is, and will hand you something if you ask her to. (Hmmmm I wonder if Brown has early acceptance for one year olds - must look into that ;)
She doesn't really have any interest in walking but the Ped said that anywhere up to 15 months is normal. I was a late walker (but an early talker - imagine that!).
We also talked a lot about Autism. I think this is just a fear that plagues parents. We are forgoing her MMR until 18 months - since she's not in day care and not really around many other children that often. I confessed how scared I was that Madeline was/would be autistic. I told her her it was entirely selfish - that I was afraid that I couldn't be a good mother to an autistic child. She told me that mothers magically become whatever their babies need - no matter what they previously thought were their limitations. But then she leaned into me and said "Erin, this baby is NOT autistic. Trust me." So that made me feel heaps better.
She cleared Madeline for all foods except honey and anything that's a choking hazard. (Hmmm so I shouldn't have been feeding her all those trachea sized grapes? oops ;) And who would give their kid honey? Anywho - she even said that Madda could have milk! It's such a weird thought that within a month she'll be off her bottle and just on total cow's/soy milk from a sippy cup. (she hates the sippy at present) Now Steve will feel a little bit of what I did when I weaned her. He put her down at night and I know he'll miss that nighttime cuddle/bottle. I put her down last night since Steve was playing in the mud - I mean - starting work on the pergola. I just treasured sitting there in the dark with her snuggled up against me. I wish I could keep her this age for just a little while longer. But...that's for another post...... I promised myself I wouldn't drone on about her not being a baby anymore in this post.
Happy Birthday Baby!!
We took her to a Pediatric Dentist who looked at her teeth and said everything looked like it was coming in just fine! She even got to join the No Cavity Club and got a new toothbrush! The dentist was incredibly nice, and she just swooned over how cute Madeline was.
At the Pediatrician she measured just over 31 inches long (95th percentile), 22.13 pounds (75th percentile) and - I don't remember how big her head was but she was around the 92nd percentile. She does have one huge noggin - ha ha that's certainly something I remember about one year ago!
Dr. Hill-Burke is going to send her to a Pediatric Orthopedic Specialista because of her "janky" foot. Her left foot still turns in, and she wants to get it checked out by a specialist. She may have to get a brace, wear a cast, or they may say it's fine. (That's what we're hoping for!) She also said that Madeline is very smart for her age!! (No suprise she is my little smarty pants!!) She has 4 or 5 words and babbles constantly. She points, knows where her nose is, and will hand you something if you ask her to. (Hmmmm I wonder if Brown has early acceptance for one year olds - must look into that ;)
She doesn't really have any interest in walking but the Ped said that anywhere up to 15 months is normal. I was a late walker (but an early talker - imagine that!).
We also talked a lot about Autism. I think this is just a fear that plagues parents. We are forgoing her MMR until 18 months - since she's not in day care and not really around many other children that often. I confessed how scared I was that Madeline was/would be autistic. I told her her it was entirely selfish - that I was afraid that I couldn't be a good mother to an autistic child. She told me that mothers magically become whatever their babies need - no matter what they previously thought were their limitations. But then she leaned into me and said "Erin, this baby is NOT autistic. Trust me." So that made me feel heaps better.
She cleared Madeline for all foods except honey and anything that's a choking hazard. (Hmmm so I shouldn't have been feeding her all those trachea sized grapes? oops ;) And who would give their kid honey? Anywho - she even said that Madda could have milk! It's such a weird thought that within a month she'll be off her bottle and just on total cow's/soy milk from a sippy cup. (she hates the sippy at present) Now Steve will feel a little bit of what I did when I weaned her. He put her down at night and I know he'll miss that nighttime cuddle/bottle. I put her down last night since Steve was playing in the mud - I mean - starting work on the pergola. I just treasured sitting there in the dark with her snuggled up against me. I wish I could keep her this age for just a little while longer. But...that's for another post...... I promised myself I wouldn't drone on about her not being a baby anymore in this post.
Happy Birthday Baby!!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Where's the nearest flower??
In honour of my alma mater - Madeline is going to be a little bee on her first Halloween. (Well, her second Halloween, but her first "real" Halloween) Go Yellowjackets!
That reminds me of my all time favourite joke.
There's 2 bees are talking. One it fat the other is quite thin. The skinny bee asks the fat one where he found all the flowers. The fat bee points down the road and says, "There's a bar mitzvah down the road and there are bouquets everywhere!!"
The next day the skinny bee found his friend and said, "Ohhhhh, thanks for the tip! I am so full I may never eat again."
The fat bee replied, " That's great! But...what is that thing on your head?"
"It's a yarmulke. I didn't want them to think I was a Wasp!"
:)
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Act II scene ii
What's in a name?
As Madeline's first birthday draws closer, I can't help but think about all the things we were scurrying around doing at this time last year. We only had 16 quick days to prepare. HA! Little did we know!
Quite a change from the little newborn who could barely move her limbs to the baby I can't stop from poking the computer keys. (ARG!)
So - how did our little Madeline come to be named Madeline?
Most people who know me know that I always wanted to name my first baby Ophelia. That was nixed pretty soon after we found out we were pregnant. Other names I liked that got the chopping block were:
Syren
Beckett
Portia
Yoanna
We went on vacation in June and we both liked Savanah and Athena - but we weren't over the moon for them.
One day we spent most of the day on the beach. We enjoyed watching a little family beside us with a cute little 4 year old girl, a cute little dog, and a very pregnant mom. They kept calling their daughter "Mooshie" but, toward the end of the day we heard them call out to her as she was running toward the water. "Madeline!"
I turned to Steve. " I love that!"
and he said "I love it too!"
We resolved to keep an open mind and open ears, but with every day that passed, the girl growing inside of me became our little Madeline. When we shared it with our families they loved it. My mom was sooooo relieved that she didn't end up with a granddaughter named "Yentl" or "Shoshana."
Of course we didn't realize we'd meet about 303468 people whose babies were also named Madeline. Oh well - IF there's another one maybe that'll help my case for a weird name.
We love you, little Madeline Grace.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Long Time No See!
Today I got to see my looooong lost college roommate Kris. She has a baby daughter a few months older than Madeline. Kris is an AWESOME mom and I give her kudos for driving down here alone with a baby in the car - 5 hours!!! (Her hubby was on a trip) WE had so much fun catching up and swapping baby tips!
We're the super white ones . . . if you couldn't tell.
We're the super white ones . . . if you couldn't tell.
Weekend Update
Sugar Baby is cold since she got her haircut!
Erin trying to remember how she felt at this time last year!
GO COLTS! Rockin' it in our pink jerseys. THANKS DAD!!
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