Happy Flag Day Y'all

My kids are going stir crazy. Kind of. And I feel a little guilty, but there's little to nothing I can do about it. It's so hot during the day, our activities are limited. I need to find something for Bo to do besides riding our gliding rocker like a bucking bronco and webbing Aves randomly throughout the day. Any ideas?

Today my mom took the kids swimming. She didn't want to pack a swimsuit. But she did. She didn't want to put one on and go to the pool. But she did. I realized as she walked out the door with my kids, who were ecstatic to be going swimming, that moms never stop doing things they don't want to do, if it makes their kids happy. Even if their kids are 31 years old with three kids of her own.

THREE KIDS!?! What the!?!?! How did THAT happen!?!?!

Today I had to meet with a lactation consultant. By choice. I really never thought I would utter or type those words in my lifetime. The woman was so helpful I wanted to cry. My perfect little baby has one flaw and it may have been corrected today. Seriously, you have never seen a more perfect newborn. While I was getting my consultation, a young girl came in with her four week old baby. Named Av3ry. She was screeching incessantly---the baby, not the mom---and I thought "what's in a name?" I lived that for 4 months with my own little Av3ry screeching incessantly. Maybe that's why I think baby Danyo is so perfect---he can barely even muster up a cry that isn't absolutely adorable when he's hungry. Try to make that sentence make sense.

I feel like I should post, but as you can see, I'm lacking for things of interest or importance.

Also, I have to post pictures for my friend who is so dear to me and I am so dear to her, she skims my blog for pictures and when there aren't any, calls to yell at me. Skims. Can you believe that?

So, here's the pictures Jen. You lame butt.

Oh yeah, yesterday Bo had a "scuffle" at McDonald's playland. My friend came and took the two kids for TWO HOURS. Some kid, a year or two older than him, told him that he was "totally not awesome." It devastated Bo. He responded to the boy with a swift kick, apparently. Bo then sat on my friend's lap and cried for 10 minutes. The whole thing makes me kind of sad---my baby being exposed to bullying. But it also is funny. A, because Bo kicked the kid, so at least he knows not to take other people's crap. And while I did lecture him on hurting other children, I am glad he didn't go cower in a corner and let the bully get the best of him. He cowered on Amy's lap after he kicked the kid. And b, because "totally not awesome" is just a hysterical insult to me.

Anyway, the best part was, that night during prayers, Bo included, "And please bless that we never go to McDonald's again and see that boy." I feel like that is a prayer that just might be answered.

Looking remarkably identical to his big brother, even though in real life he doesn't that much.

The only thing he can truthfully put on his resume

I'd Say He's Adjusting To The New Baby Well

Where I found Ben taking his nap today.

Reason # 743 Why I Love My Mom

Why I Have Time To Blog

Tonight, just before bed...

Wednesday

First, a little Avee cuteness.

What are you doing in here Aves?



No! Nuffin! No Mama!






Tell me what you are hiding...




No. want. to!




Please show me?




COOKIE!!!




Oh Avee....




I share! Want some Mama?





Secondly. When I got home from the hospital, this was posted on our refrigerator.


I knew that it wasn't there for reference to use in the future, but because J is a HUGE fan of any type of child entrepreneurism. I got a pretty big kick out of it, considering the timing and all.

I would totally call these girls, but I'm confused about their rate. Is it $3 or $1? And if they're gonna be that shifty in their ad, who's to say they won't try to swindle me when I hire them?

Also, I'd say these girls are about 9 or 10. Did you notice that Nyla has TWO contact numbers. Excuse me? I had a college degree and a car payment before I had two contact numbers...

I particularly like "We guarantee your child will always remember us" You gotta respect a 9 year old who can spell guarantee. But I am a little concerned about what exactly they do to ensure that remembrance.

Struggling With The Name

We love the name Tucker. It just doesn't quite fit. We've settled on Daniel. A name I've loved and wanted to use since before Bo was born. He's named after my brother, whom I adore.

We brought him home from the hospital nameless. He gave me the cold shoulder until we settled on the right name. He's all happy and up in my face now. First time he's really been awake and actively involved in getting sustenance and whatnot.

Shortly after we got home and he was laying on the couch nameless, I looked to my profound 4 year old for some insights into a name.

"What is his name Bo?"

Bo darted over to the couch and offered enthusiastically, "I don't know mom, let's look at the tag on his wrist to see!"

Last Night I Slept On My Stomach

He's a HE!

And he's perfect.


Of course. :)


I have to say, I highly recommend the "not finding out" route if you've never tried it. It was very exciting. I felt a little bit of an unfair advantage because this pregnancy was quite similar to my pregnancy with Bo---but you know, when it comes right down to it, you just don't know.

Hearing "It's a...boy" for the first time as he was being born was just cool.

The name we had picked out beforehand just didn't seem to fit once he was born. Nothing is on the birth certificate, but at this very early morning hour, Tucker is the final pick. It could be Alouicious by 8 though, so don't have it tatooed on your butt or anything.


Sorry I said "butt" in a post about my newborn, Mom.


He has HAIR, which is a first for us. I have a great ability to birth bald babies.

He was born at 11 PM on June 2nd. I started contracting at 7 PM. Yeah, crazy.

My friends picked me up at 7 for a girl's night out and I immediately started having contractions. I had been having false labor pretty much every night so I wasn't really thinking much of it. As we were waiting to be seated at the Cheesecake Factory, I walked around to slow the contractions, which is what stopped them in the prior nights.

One short little walk made them considerably more painful.

Amy walked past me during one of those painful ones and all but shoved me down the escalator to the parking lot. I felt like a doofus for trying to go out for a night on the town while in labor, and was kind of balking at first, but I'm really glad Amy ignored me because even the 30 minutes longer I would have had to wait for my sister or J to come and get me, might have made the difference in epidural or no epidural. And let me just tell you, I am certain I would STILL be swearing if I had had to go without an epidural. I know, I know, people do it all the time. I'm not one of them. :)

My friends Amy and Rebecca dropped me off at the hospital and my sister who had the van, quickly went and got Jay so he could meet me at the hospital. Right after he ate the frozen custard she got for him.

Everything happened so quickly that we were all sort of crazy with the excitement. I was a little less crazy than my friends, but I was contending with contractions. After Amy and Rebecca left, to go have dinner and then watch my kids so my sister so she could be at the birth, my nurse asked how much they had had to drink before they had to bring me in. I laughed pretty hard. Those were two very sober girls, but there were NO indications in their behavior.

I went from a 5 to a 10 in the next 2 hours, but waited to let the baby come down on his own, so my job of getting him out was easier. Sara got to be at the delivery and that was pretty cool. When the doctor and nurse told me to push, she joined me. It was very hard for me to concentrate on pushing and not keep laughing as I could hear her next to me, pushing away.

Everything went very smoothly and all things considered, it was an easy delivery. He was 8 lbs, 7 ounces and not quite 20 inches. Just a lil' ol' thing.

He has a new look, he's definitely related to Bo and Aves, but he's not identical to them.

When he was first born I didn't feel an immediate urgency to hold him and see him and it sort of concerned me. I just needed to rest because now, I have to constantly resist the urge to eat him whole. He's absolutely delectable.


I get to go home today (I'm blogging from the hospital, they have wireless here!) and Grandma's on her way, so it's a great day!


Amy documented the evening from her vantage point, which is only slightly more g-rated than my version of the evening. She made a slide show which you are welcome to look at, however, I'll need you to email me for the link. It's got some info that I'm not so concerned about you seeing, but I don't necessarily want floating around the internet, associated with my high profile blog. Nobodycalledtoday @ gmail dot com.

Oh yeah, before I go----the second greatest thing that happened the night I delivered.

My nurse was wonderful. I have always had great nurses. They make all the difference in the world. This one was no exception, she was a gem. We bonded over the couple of hours before the delivery and I was quite comfortable with her by the end of the night. After the delivery, she went to change the blankets/padding under me one last time. Any time she had done it before, it had been an ordeal because I was numb and I'm not slight of frame in any way, so shifting around was difficult. For all parties involved.

She stood in front of me and went to say, "Okay, one last big lift now" but instead said, "Okay, lift, Big Butt." Numb legs, jiggly belly and all, I almost fell off the bed laughing. The other nurse in the room who had only come and gone a couple of times turned around in horror after hearing her colleague call this poor sweet girl who'd just given birth, "Big Butt." I pretty much couldn't stop laughing the rest of the night.