November 2010 Pictures

So I found out that my niece Sophie likes to look at "Huke's hog," which is Luke's blog and that was enough motivation to update it. Can't very well have her looking at Halloween pictures for almost three months now. So these are for you Sophie, and I will try to do better. :) Apparently we didn't take ANY pictures at Thanksgiving! Crazy foos.

Ethan loving his blanket.

Danny and his dad fishing at Strawberry.

Family self-photoshoot. Love this picture of Luke. Such a handsome buckaroo.

It was freezing...can you tell?

Kids on the block

We were just hanging outside one warm afternoon, and the kids were sitting on the door step eating Ritz crackers. They were being really cute and funny so I grabbed the camera.

Two Miracles in One Day. Hallelujah!

First miracle - Ethan slept for nine and a half hours without even a peep! From 6:30 pm to 4:00 am, it was unreal. Of course the injustice of it all is that I of course wake up at 2:00 am in a bit of a panic and in some serious pain. Of course I go in and check on him, knowing that I won't be able to sleep until I do. He's fine, breathing normally...so then I still lay there willing him to wake up because it hurts too much to fall asleep at this point. Finally after 20 minutes or so of agony I decide that now is a great time to pump and build up my "freedom" supply. It's 2:30 am. That went swimmingly and after only 10 minutes of pumping I had 4 ounces. Not bad for me. I guess I should clarify that he wasn't up for the day at 4:00 am, he went back to sleep until 6:30 am.

Second miracle - First lets back up to last month when Luke started eating his boogers. Which makes me throw up in my mouth every time I catch him doing it. I asked where he learned it from and he told me that Kaleb (his bff that he plays with everyday) does it. (Note: Kaleb doesn't eat his boogers and never has.) At first I was telling him how disgusting it was, but he seemed to like my reaction, and would giggle at my disgust, so I stopped doing that and ignored it. But I did ask him one day why he liked to eat them and he looks at me and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and says, "because they are minty!" Lucky for him, I guess.

Now fast forward to yesterday while we are eating lunch. Luke says to me, "So why do you think that Kaleb doesn't like to eat his boogers anymore?" I said, "I don't know...maybe because it's gross." He nods his head and in his very distinct Luke manner of shaking his head says, "yah, I'm not going to eat my boogers anymore either." Sweet! I gave lots of encouragement for making such a great decision. We'll see, but it felt like a miracle to me.

Our Wee'est Buckeroo

For some reason the biggest events in life seem to be the hardest to blog about, or maybe it's just finding the time now to getting around to it. For whatever reason, this is long overdue. Ethan joined our family on September 30th at 3:00 am. My contractions started at 6:00 pm on Tuesday and were 10 minutes apart from the beginning. After Danny got home from YM's and we packed us, Luke and the dogs in the car my contractions were 2 to 3 minutes apart. Yes, I was silently praying that I would not have the urge to push in the car and that we wouldn't be doing a 911 call on the side of the freeway. But I guess I secretly feared that I would reach the hospital and they would tell me I was only a 3 or four and send me home, but that wasn't an option for us, living in the SC and choosing a hospital in the UC. Nice one eh? I walked in and told the lady that I thought I was in labor (there was not doubt in my mind, but I just felt I should preface it that way just in case I was dreaming all of this). So the lady takes me to the room where they check you and the bed isn't made so I'm standing there and have a few contractions while she's making it, she has no idea. The nurse comes in to check and says "oh, you're at a 9!" Let's just say that I was raising the roof, with a woop and a woop. Nevermind that I stayed at a 9 for the next two and a half hours, they make you sit in that dang bed and I got a spinal, all of which I'm sure contributed to the slow down. But he's here! Yeah. It was so much easier than Luke.

He weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce and was 20.5 inches long. He looks just like Luke did, but we seem to be enjoying Ethan much more than we did Luke. Guess we feel more experienced. He's a great baby, most of the time. What is it about not getting enough sleep that makes you want to just cry and cry and cry? It is a rough gig in that sense, but I keep telling myself that it doesn't last long and just enjoy him while he's little. I will survive.







































































First week at home.