Martin and I were out of town this weekend for our marketing class. As soon as we got home last night, I made a beeline for the kids. I gotta get in their faces and hug and love on them, but the older three only tolerate about ten seconds of it.
This one, though, is all about the face smooshes. He even leans in for them now. And? He smells better than his siblings, too. Continue reading
This kid just notified me that he’s got a loose tooth.
His first one.
I confirmed that yes, his bottom tooth, right in front, is very loose.
At one point this weekend, my daughter led our relatives to believe that German Shepherd dogs are merely called Shepherds over here because, clearly, they are already in Germany.
Did you know that babies can go on strike? Oh, yeah. They can. It’s called a “nursing strike” and it’s exactly that: a refusal to nurse. Usually done between 3-8 months, and in response to a change.
Like, Mom returning to work, for example. Continue reading
Ah, the changes motherhood makes on a body! For weeks, my hair has been falling out by the fistful. A common postpartum occurrance, but it’s also made worse by the temporary birth control I’m using for the next few months.
Oh, you didn’t know that hair loss is a known side effect of the depo shot? Oh, yes. It is. You can visit my bedroom and bathroom for evidence, if you want. It’s an alarming thing, lathering your hair in the shower and feeling your hair just slide off your scalp into your hands. I was aware of that side effect as much as one can be as they skim the list of side effects when deciding whether or not to take a medication. Continue reading
He’s completely out of newborn sizes, and check out that head balance!!!
Meanwhile, my oldest came in and yelled at me because I allowed The Middles to eat birthday cake for breakfast. Dang, they grow up so fast!
I was at my post-delivery check-up earlier today. I wasn’t asked to “fill the cup” so no competition, no race to prove Americans *can* be more efficient than zee Germans.
All the gossip mags were in German, natürlich, and I didn’t recognize any of the celebrities.
I was bored, although I should have probably come up with a good story as to how that final surgical wire disappeared.
Fortunately, I got the “all clear” to start resuming a fitness routine. Everything is healing up nicely, and I’m a healthy mama. What more could I ask for? (Sleep. I could ask for more sleep!)
Two things I learned yesterday:
1) When the German nurses tell you the remaining stitch is just “a little one” … do not believe them.
2) If you want to freak out your husband, show him the six inches of surgical “fishing wire” you tugged out of your naval because you were sick of it getting snagged on your clothing.
Little stitch, my ass. Continue reading
Snapped this photo with my girl during dinner tonight, and couldn’t help, but think how grown up she is now.
Her humor, her sense of adventure, her helpfulness, and her ability to see the positive side of things…I hope she knows that no matter how old she gets, no matter how old **I** get, no matter where she goes in the world, I will always be happiest when she is around. Continue reading
We are going to write under this picture in Junior’s baby book that he took out a two-year-old at the playground, and hurt his hand in the process. In reality, though, they gave him an IV after Martin brought the baby to the ER last Sunday morning because Junior’s cough did not sound right to me.
When it comes to the kids being sick, Martin and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on what to do about it. Some of our worst arguments have been a result of us butting heads over our kids’ health. He thinks I worry too much. I think he goes into denial that things can be that serious.
In this instance, when Martin went to bed, it wasn’t yet to that point. I, however, couldn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, I hovered over Junior like a moth, eventually just standing with him on my chest so he wouldn’t cough so much. Something just didn’t feel right to me, and I grew more anxious. Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I took Junior into the bathroom to run the hot water, hoping the steam would help his congestion. It got pretty warm in there, so I pulled off the baby’s onesie. That’s when I noticed the chest retractions. Continue reading