We had our first Thanksgiving in the new house. My mom and dad and little sister came up from Colstrip, and John came over as well. We made a big turkey breast and Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cakes . They were both really good, despite getting the stupidest cooking instructions EVER with the turkey breast.
I had a few beers, and a lovely bottle of wine, and Thad ended up finishing all the cooking when I decided it was more fun to entertain my family with Texts From Last Night. Most of them were not "family friendly" but I had my mom cackling quite a bit.
Today Thad and I ventured out for early morning shopping with really no idea what we were going for. I knew we needed a tv for the kids room with a built-in DVD player. So we ended up spending a bunch of money at Target for a couple toys for the loud monkey girl. Then Thad ventured out alone to Walmart and got the family a PS3 (Gamestop) and the tv I wanted for the kids room. He also got a couple Blu-Ray movies (LABYRINTH!!!), so once we get a couple things for the soft baby boy we'll have finished our family shopping.
Now we just have to finish up our extended family shopping, and I've already got a good list of what I'd like to get for everyone.
I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and I wish you all the best of luck gearing up for the holidays. I'm going to try to have fun this year shopping since this year is one of the first where there is money in the bank for whatever we want. It's kind of nice!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I've gone and done it, part3
I'm on cup of coffee number 2 for the morning. My in-laws (fabulous people that they are) got us a new coffee machine as a house-warming present. And I'll be honest, I was skeptical. I had decided not to waste time looking at new coffee machines because the Gevalia one we have works just fine. It has a timer, it's dependable, and it holds 12 cups. So it seemed a waste of money to replace something that worked just fine.
Lo and behold, I've been converted. This little coffee machine is pretty cool, and it's ridiculously fun. It's a Keurig! It is fantastic! All the coffee is in single servings, so no wasted coffee just sitting in the pot, no clean up, and it is freaking SUPERFAST. The cup is full in less than a minute, and I made coffee for myself, Thad and the afore-mentioned in-laws in less time than prepping my old coffee pot.
Elora is sitting next to me watching cartoons. Yesterday we all took our first showers in the new house, and found that by 9AM there was water backing up the floor drain in the laundry room. We got a hold of a plumber, who said that we'd need to get a sewer specialist. We got the sewer specialist, who snaked the line (he had to remove the toilet in the laundry room to do this. He snaked out 45 feet from the house. I think he got whatever was clogging the line, as the water is running and we've had no more problems, but this is the not-so-fun part of being the owner of a home no one else has lived in. We get to discover all this stuff!
The Bresnan guys did a great job getting us hooked up, despite the fact that yesterday morning there was no drop running to the house. The got the drop in and gave us cable to fix the line in our bedroom. So we got tv and internet, haven't checked the phone yet.
Today is going to be busy. We don't have mirrors in the bathrooms, so we need to measure those areas and go to Lowe's. We also need seating on the main floor, so we need to hit Furniture Row or Slumberland to go shopping for a new living room set and a dining room set. I HATE MAKING THESE KINDS OF DECISIONS. You'd think getting new stuff would be this amazingly fun time, but it really isn't. Thad makes it my decision, and then complains about what I get later. Jerk.
Well, little guy is fussing again. Blogging like this is fun, so I'll be back to relay more joy!
Lo and behold, I've been converted. This little coffee machine is pretty cool, and it's ridiculously fun. It's a Keurig! It is fantastic! All the coffee is in single servings, so no wasted coffee just sitting in the pot, no clean up, and it is freaking SUPERFAST. The cup is full in less than a minute, and I made coffee for myself, Thad and the afore-mentioned in-laws in less time than prepping my old coffee pot.
Elora is sitting next to me watching cartoons. Yesterday we all took our first showers in the new house, and found that by 9AM there was water backing up the floor drain in the laundry room. We got a hold of a plumber, who said that we'd need to get a sewer specialist. We got the sewer specialist, who snaked the line (he had to remove the toilet in the laundry room to do this. He snaked out 45 feet from the house. I think he got whatever was clogging the line, as the water is running and we've had no more problems, but this is the not-so-fun part of being the owner of a home no one else has lived in. We get to discover all this stuff!
The Bresnan guys did a great job getting us hooked up, despite the fact that yesterday morning there was no drop running to the house. The got the drop in and gave us cable to fix the line in our bedroom. So we got tv and internet, haven't checked the phone yet.
Today is going to be busy. We don't have mirrors in the bathrooms, so we need to measure those areas and go to Lowe's. We also need seating on the main floor, so we need to hit Furniture Row or Slumberland to go shopping for a new living room set and a dining room set. I HATE MAKING THESE KINDS OF DECISIONS. You'd think getting new stuff would be this amazingly fun time, but it really isn't. Thad makes it my decision, and then complains about what I get later. Jerk.
Well, little guy is fussing again. Blogging like this is fun, so I'll be back to relay more joy!
I've gone and done it, part2
Ok, I'm back. I'm only going to be able to do this in fits and bursts, so if you don't like it I apologize.
Changed baby, fed baby, watched Food Network AAAAAND Gosford Park. I love the kiss between Mary and Robert Parks.
Ok, so if you have been speaking to me during the entire house purchasing debacle I want to say thank you. THANK YOU. You were probably equally as outraged at some of the crap we were dealing with, and most likely provided sage advice and someone to calm down the storm of irritation.
We are in the new house. It's amazing. We have had a little bit of a rocky start, but my husband is pretty much the most awesome guy I know, regardless of how much of an asshole he is while he's doing all the stuff that needs to get done.
We have a dog pen, he salvaged that from the old backyard. The dog needs to go out to this pen, and I am going to take him, but not before I relay a cute story.
Elora was watching me change Colter's diaper in the hotel on Wednesday night. She told me that Colter has a "peanuts". She tried to tell me that I also had a "peanuts" but I explained that I had... well, the medical term I used may seem a little graphic in the retelling of this story. Oh, hell, I said VAGINA. That's what it is, but I get the feeling that some people may have different opinions on what terms a parent should when labeling genitalia. So yesterday we're about to jump in the shower, and I ask her what she has, and she says it's her "crotch". Crotch is pretty universal. Good story? No, I don't think it was. But you've read it, and you'll never get those few minutes of your life back.
Changed baby, fed baby, watched Food Network AAAAAND Gosford Park. I love the kiss between Mary and Robert Parks.
Ok, so if you have been speaking to me during the entire house purchasing debacle I want to say thank you. THANK YOU. You were probably equally as outraged at some of the crap we were dealing with, and most likely provided sage advice and someone to calm down the storm of irritation.
We are in the new house. It's amazing. We have had a little bit of a rocky start, but my husband is pretty much the most awesome guy I know, regardless of how much of an asshole he is while he's doing all the stuff that needs to get done.
We have a dog pen, he salvaged that from the old backyard. The dog needs to go out to this pen, and I am going to take him, but not before I relay a cute story.
Elora was watching me change Colter's diaper in the hotel on Wednesday night. She told me that Colter has a "peanuts". She tried to tell me that I also had a "peanuts" but I explained that I had... well, the medical term I used may seem a little graphic in the retelling of this story. Oh, hell, I said VAGINA. That's what it is, but I get the feeling that some people may have different opinions on what terms a parent should when labeling genitalia. So yesterday we're about to jump in the shower, and I ask her what she has, and she says it's her "crotch". Crotch is pretty universal. Good story? No, I don't think it was. But you've read it, and you'll never get those few minutes of your life back.
I've gone and done it
It's finally happened. I'm finally back.
You really need to understand something. The only reason I'm typing these words today is because less than 2 months ago I suggested to my husband that we look at upgrading our home size while interest rates on home mortgages were low. That decision led to a million, smaller decisions. All of the choices made have led to where I'm sitting right now, with a fresh cup of coffee and a brand new house. Alongside a baby sleeping with a giant diaper full of pee. Let me change him, and I'll be right back.
You really need to understand something. The only reason I'm typing these words today is because less than 2 months ago I suggested to my husband that we look at upgrading our home size while interest rates on home mortgages were low. That decision led to a million, smaller decisions. All of the choices made have led to where I'm sitting right now, with a fresh cup of coffee and a brand new house. Alongside a baby sleeping with a giant diaper full of pee. Let me change him, and I'll be right back.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I deserve the bigger kitchen
Thad and I talked last night, and we're considering looking at some real estate right now and seeing if we can upgrade into a bigger pad without drastically increasing our mortgage payments. My major prerequisites: big yard, bigger kitchen. It's just talk right now, but it might be the best time to do it, considering that interest rates are so low and they won't stay that way. I hate the idea of moving, but we'll have to do it eventually. More to come as it develops.....
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Colter has landed
Well, it's taken forever, I know. I'm finally getting around to writing the story of how Colter came into the world, and I apologize for how poorly I've been updating on events and such. I use Facebook so freaking much that I feel like people may already be rife with too much information about me as it is. Maybe I'll start updating my blog with all my facebook status updates, that way it's way more up to date.
Well, as of today, at 4:18 pm, Colter Bryan will officially be 2 weeks and 6 days old. He came to us on 8/21/09, coming in at 6 lbs, 10 ozs.
We went in that afternoon after waiting and waiting and waiting for enough people to be discharged so that a room would open up. We were originally scheduled for 12:30, but got pushed back quite a few times. Not nice to do to a woman who hasn't eaten since midnight.
I was really surprised by my abject terror when they started wheeling me to the OR. I thought, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready (a la Spongebob) and then I realize, "I'M GOING TO BE IN PAIN AFTER THIS IS OVER!". But they got me on the table, got the spinal done, and got me laid down, and I had no options as for freaking out or running out of the room.
They put all the stuff up and around me, and got started, and Thad came in and started holding my hand and watching the procedure. Thad REALLY likes watching this crap, for some reason, and doesn't get grossed out. So I'm less freaked out by the time they get started, and I hear suction and the doctors talking, and then they are pulling out his head and commenting on how much hair he has (a bunch) and then he's crying. The doctor tells him "You aren't even born yet, you shouldn't be crying already" and then with an allie-oop he's in the room. And he is LOUD. So loud, the kid is just wailing.
So as they are cleaning me up and getting me closed up Thad is still watching and decides to start asking questions, which doctors are not really used to. Fathers are normally pinned to their wives' side, not watching over the curtain as their wives are being pieced back together. So he asks, "What is that that you have in your hand?", and the doctor says "What, the towel?" and he says "No, the other hand", and the doctor replies "The UTERUS". Apparently they pull the entire uterus out of the body to get it stitched back up before placing it back in. GROSS.
So the other big difference was that I was expecting the anesthesia to wear off as soon as I got back to my room, like with Elora. What a huge difference between scheduled c-section and "emergency" c-section. Rather than an epidural, the spinal block lasts and lasts, and you can totally get the pain medication situation under control before you can even feel your feet again.
Nursing was a struggle to begin with. He was just so sleepy, and waking him up was pretty difficult during our hospital stay, even using wet washcloths and undressing him wasn't really effective. They also didn't have lactation consultants in on the weekend, which I have been very vocal about since my stay there, expressing my displeasure with this to every doctor and nurse that will listen. Hopefully they make some changes there because it would have been so helpful to get some guidance. But he's been eating and pooping and eating really well since we left the hospital and met with one of the consultants after our first doctors appointment.
Thad and I also just celebrated our 6th anniversary a week after Colter arrived. Since we weren't really able to afford any gifts for each other we realized that the best gift we could have given each other was the little family we have created. And that was perfectly enough.
Here are some pictures of the little pooper, who is currently 2 weeks and 6 days old. These were from our hospital stay, or very soon thereafter.
There has been little to no jealousy of her brother on Elora's part. She still gets snuggled and loved on, but is totally in love with her brother. I get to use him as a bargaining chip to enlist her to do things like: get dressed, brush her teeth, brush her hair, put her toys away, etc. I will milk this for as long as I can. She looks at him and says "AWWWWWW, HE'S CUTE!", and it is the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
Well, I'm going to close this up with saying that we are the most blessed, happy little unit right now. I go back to work the first full week of October, which is quickly approaching, and I'm really enjoying my time at home right now. I've been watching movies, listening to audio books, watching the news (I hate the news) and just loving on my kids. Today I'm going to get some zucchini shredded up to make zucchini bread tomorrow, and then we may head to Colstrip for the weekend.
Thanks for reading, everyone!
Well, as of today, at 4:18 pm, Colter Bryan will officially be 2 weeks and 6 days old. He came to us on 8/21/09, coming in at 6 lbs, 10 ozs.
We went in that afternoon after waiting and waiting and waiting for enough people to be discharged so that a room would open up. We were originally scheduled for 12:30, but got pushed back quite a few times. Not nice to do to a woman who hasn't eaten since midnight.
I was really surprised by my abject terror when they started wheeling me to the OR. I thought, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready (a la Spongebob) and then I realize, "I'M GOING TO BE IN PAIN AFTER THIS IS OVER!". But they got me on the table, got the spinal done, and got me laid down, and I had no options as for freaking out or running out of the room.
They put all the stuff up and around me, and got started, and Thad came in and started holding my hand and watching the procedure. Thad REALLY likes watching this crap, for some reason, and doesn't get grossed out. So I'm less freaked out by the time they get started, and I hear suction and the doctors talking, and then they are pulling out his head and commenting on how much hair he has (a bunch) and then he's crying. The doctor tells him "You aren't even born yet, you shouldn't be crying already" and then with an allie-oop he's in the room. And he is LOUD. So loud, the kid is just wailing.
So as they are cleaning me up and getting me closed up Thad is still watching and decides to start asking questions, which doctors are not really used to. Fathers are normally pinned to their wives' side, not watching over the curtain as their wives are being pieced back together. So he asks, "What is that that you have in your hand?", and the doctor says "What, the towel?" and he says "No, the other hand", and the doctor replies "The UTERUS". Apparently they pull the entire uterus out of the body to get it stitched back up before placing it back in. GROSS.
So the other big difference was that I was expecting the anesthesia to wear off as soon as I got back to my room, like with Elora. What a huge difference between scheduled c-section and "emergency" c-section. Rather than an epidural, the spinal block lasts and lasts, and you can totally get the pain medication situation under control before you can even feel your feet again.
Nursing was a struggle to begin with. He was just so sleepy, and waking him up was pretty difficult during our hospital stay, even using wet washcloths and undressing him wasn't really effective. They also didn't have lactation consultants in on the weekend, which I have been very vocal about since my stay there, expressing my displeasure with this to every doctor and nurse that will listen. Hopefully they make some changes there because it would have been so helpful to get some guidance. But he's been eating and pooping and eating really well since we left the hospital and met with one of the consultants after our first doctors appointment.
Thad and I also just celebrated our 6th anniversary a week after Colter arrived. Since we weren't really able to afford any gifts for each other we realized that the best gift we could have given each other was the little family we have created. And that was perfectly enough.
Here are some pictures of the little pooper, who is currently 2 weeks and 6 days old. These were from our hospital stay, or very soon thereafter.
There has been little to no jealousy of her brother on Elora's part. She still gets snuggled and loved on, but is totally in love with her brother. I get to use him as a bargaining chip to enlist her to do things like: get dressed, brush her teeth, brush her hair, put her toys away, etc. I will milk this for as long as I can. She looks at him and says "AWWWWWW, HE'S CUTE!", and it is the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
Well, I'm going to close this up with saying that we are the most blessed, happy little unit right now. I go back to work the first full week of October, which is quickly approaching, and I'm really enjoying my time at home right now. I've been watching movies, listening to audio books, watching the news (I hate the news) and just loving on my kids. Today I'm going to get some zucchini shredded up to make zucchini bread tomorrow, and then we may head to Colstrip for the weekend.
Thanks for reading, everyone!
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