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A lazy day at the beach...

We had a wonderful afternoon at the beach. We finally met someone who could show us where the "sea weed free" beaches were. The kids had a great time with Heath and Emily's little girls - I'm pretty sure that all six little ones were tuckered out by the ride home. I know ours were!

They all played and played and played in the water. Luke was finally so tired he just laid down on the sand with his bottle. It was so sweet. He couldn't wait for me to take him to lay down he just did it himself. We moved him over under the shade and he just fell asleep. The sound of the water, the warm air, nice breeze...

The back flap on his life vest even sort of acted as a pillow.Home grown watermelon....Yum!

I'm not much for swimming in the ocean. I'll take a nice, clean (well, sort of) pool where you can easily see the bottom and there are NO living things waiting to nip your toes, brush up against you, or sting you! I have no idea why anyone would want to see what was hanging out in the Gulf but apparently she did.

Just thought this was so funny!

The girls decided to dig up the sand and make themselves a little wading area. It kept them busy for a looong time. They were little scavengers - they found two hermit crabs and a little fish. I was the lucky one who spotted the first jellyfish floating along in the water - luckily he didn't bump into anyone. Then, he was the unlucky one as his little swim was put to an end...

Opinions welcome, requested even

I was just wondering which you like better - the black and white or the color?

Three years old already

How did that happen? How can Jaden be three years old already? Wow!

Growing up I always thought my birthday was the most important day of the year. I would start the countdown a month before. Now, I can't even remember how old I am and need to be reminded when it's my birthday. But my excitement has transferred to Jaden's birthday. Each year is an accomplishment and a reminder of how very lucky and blessed we are. In a letter to Jaden Chris wrote "it took you about 10 seconds to take your first breath and it felt like 10 minutes and it probably took 10 years off of my life". It was definitely a difficult time for us.

Although it's hard for me to do it's also a little bit therapeutic for me to recount this story. It's my version of "exposure therapy". The more I can actually let myself remember the details and experience them the less scary it is for me. It was a pretty traumatic time for all of us. Thankfully this story has a very happy ending :)

For those of you who haven't heard this before this is my recollection of the day Jaden was born, and a few days prior.

At the time we were living in Parkersburg, WV and I had taken Anna up to my Mom's for a few days for a visit. Chris came up on July 1st to meet us. We took a ride up to IKEA to look for a few things for our new home (we were closing on our first home in just a week) while Anna stayed with Grandma. Before shopping we had a nice lunch (grown-ups only) with a couple of my friends from college. It was a really nice day. Later, when we returned my Mom was having a birthday party for my sister who just turned 16. While we were visiting with everyone I noticed that I wasn't feeling well. I thought that maybe I had just had too many Coke's with lunch and the carbonation was bothering me. I tried to hang around but I just didn't feel well so, I excused myself to go lay down.

The next thing I remember is waking up around 5 a.m. feeling a little wet. I got up to go to the bathroom and was very nervous. I felt too wet. It just didn't feel right. I thought my water had broken. I totally expected to see amniotic fluid but was completely surprised to see bright red blood and lots of it. I immediately yelled for my Mother and we quickly headed to the hospital.

My Mom is a labor and delivery nurse - this is both good and bad. Good because she is very well trained and knows what to expect, bad because she is very well trained and knows what to expect. It was comforting to be able to go to the hospital where she worked because I was familiar with it and many people knew me already. But, it was completely terrifying at the same time. How could this be happening? I was just shy of 32 weeks. It was still too early to be having a baby. And then with all the bleeding I knew that couldn't be good but I still wasn't sure what was wrong. They were able to determine that my amniotic sac had not ruptured but it seemed as though I was experiencing a placental abruption. (This is when the placenta begins to tear. There is a lot of bleeding and results in a loss of blood to both the mother and the baby and also possibly a loss of oxygen to the baby. Not good.)

They kept me long enough to stabilize me and make arrangements to transport me to a hospital in Pittsburgh that was better equipped to handle a premature baby. The idea was to try to put me on bed rest and slow the bleeding to try to keep me pregnant for as long as possible. I laid in the bed all day praying things would calm down but I continued to have contractions. They had me on some different medications that made me sort of "loopy" and made it hard for me to see. It was sort of an "outer body" experience. I still could not believe this was happening. Soon a resident came in to talk to me about what could be expected with a 32 week baby - rate of mortality, possibilities of complications, etc... Although I had accepted the reality and appreciated her thoroughness in informing me it was really hard to hear. I mean, I had been to all of my prenatal doctor's visits, I took my vitamins, I thought I had done everything I was supposed to - I had NO risk factors for an abruption! - why was this happening?

There wasn't too much time to contemplate this because around 10 p.m. the damn sort of broke loose. I felt the blood coming pretty fast. The resident who was in the room at the time tried to reassure me that it was just "old blood". No way. I knew better. There was way too much. That's when things got really crazy and I sort of lost track of time. I started having contractions really bad and there was no break in between. It really hurt and made me nauseous. This turned out to be a good thing because they gave me Phenergan. Even though I felt okay by the time they got me the medicine I gladly took it knowing that it would make me a little loopy. I was very scared and was grateful for the opportunity to have my reality slightly out of focus. It seemed like everything was in fast forward but Jaden wasn't actually born until about 1:30 a.m. on July 3rd so, I'm not quite sure what happened during those few hours in between.

I remember hearing people talking around me, I remember talking to myself and wondering if anyone could hear me and if they thought I was weird, and I remember being very, very cold and shaking badly. I was grateful for this as well. It took my focus off of Jaden because there was nothing I could do and it was the beginning of my accepting that I had to trust in God and the doctors and nurses who were there to take care of him. It is awful to feel so helpless.

I was told that he was very white when he was born because he had lost so much blood. I believe he did cry at least once but was quickly put on a ventilator.

I was taken back to the room and given lots of warm blankets. At some point I was able to finally rest. I don't remember when or how long it had been but I was woken up and taken to see Jaden in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. I thought I was scared before - it was nothing compared to what I was about to experience. I don't think I can even put my feelings into words. There he was - my sweet baby boy - so tiny and hooked up to lots of wires and machines, there were lights and beeps - it was hard to take it all in.

I at least knew somewhat of what to expect because my sister had been born 12 weeks prematurely and I was 15 years old at the time. But, it's much harder when it is your baby. It was a touch and go kind of week. He ended up needing to be on the ventilator the whole week. He just didn't do well on his own when they tried to take him off. By the end of the week they realized he had developed a staph infection. Once he began receiving treatment for that he began to improve slowly. He was one week old before I was able to hold him for the first time. He stayed in the hospital for a month before we were able to take him home.

Despite such a rough start we have been remarkably blessed in how well he has done. He has been very healthy and has developed completely normally. The only area that he's experienced difficulty in has been speech. He was diagnosed with a speech delay and began receiving services at 22 months old. But one year later and he's doing great. We are thankful everyday.

Got streaks from sunless tanner?

Nail polish remover really does help! I can say from experience :(

I really messed up this weekend with my sunless tanner application. I was trying out a new one for my body (I usually just stick to the aerosol for my face - works great!). This one is a lotion and its wonderfully creamy but unfortunately it's not tinted. I rubbed and rubbed to make sure it was on evenly. Or so I thought....
See, it took a looong time to "tan". I didn't even realize it until I was getting dressed yesterday (about 24 hours later). I looked down and noticed an insane streak on the back of my leg. It's just too hot to wear pants out so I had to come up with something. I remembered reading somewhere about using nail polish remover to "fix" sunless tanner streaks but had never tried it. I just did and it did a pretty good job. My streaks are much less noticeable. I could probably stand a little more but I've run out of nail polish remover.
Although it works well I'm sure it's not a great thing to have ingested through your skin so I will need to be much more careful with my application in the future. It's nice to know at least that there is a fix if I need one.

This is what happens when you eat cupcakes for lunch

Jaden didn't just have a birthday -he had a birthday weekend. We started the party on Thursday with cupcakes. I had to stop by the store and order his birthday cake and the cupcakes looked so good we just couldn't resist. When we got home to eat lunch nobody was interested in anything but those delicious cupcakes. How could I deny them? It was his birthday after all...well, close enough.

(stay tuned for the rest of the birthday celebration!)

Luke seems to be trying out a "cupcake facial".

She passed!

Anna just finished her first "real" round of swimming lessons. We had taken her once before when we lived in NY but she was very little and the class was mostly just an introduction to the water. We wanted to get her started to help her (and us) be more confident in the water. Also, she has some big shoes to fill seeing as her Mother still has bragging rights for a high school swimming record from like 1993! (I really do still hold a record but she certainly doesn't have to fill my shoes. I only want her to fill her own with whatever tickles her fancy.)

I was so proud to watch her during the lessons. She really paid attention. She was very serious about it. At the end of the lesson each day they would do something fun with the kids like letting them go down the water slides. At first Anna joined in with the other kids. But after a few days she preferred to stay in the water and practice her new skills. I have to say I was surprised. If it were me I'd be first in line for the water slide!

The teacher said that she did very well and that she had acquired all of the skills to move on to Level II.

20 questions

well, probably way more than that.

I remember other Moms talking about how inquisitive their toddler children were. It seemed like the children had been saving up all of these questions about things they were thinking until they were finally able to talk. They reported feeling a little annoyed over time at all the questions. There didn't seem to be a single answer that would satisfy the curious little mind and put the brakes on the questions. Anna didn't really ask too many questions. She is, rather - was, the quiet type. She asked enough to let me know that her little mind was turning but it was never "excessive".

The other day on the way to the gym Jaden had a LOT of questions on his mind. I smiled and my heart was so happy as I answered every single one - many more than once...

"Where we going?, Where Daddy at?, What me going to do?, What Sissy going to do?, What your name is?, What my name is?, What Lukie's name is?, Me going to the gym?, Me going to play with the kids?..."

I could have answered his questions all day long! It makes me wonder what he must have been thinking all of those months when he couldn't verbalize what he was thinking or what he wanted to know. I wonder if I should have been more communicative to him about what was happening and why. I took it for granted because he didn't talk. I took a lot of things for granted. Having a "normal" pregnancy, having a "healthy" baby, hearing a child call you "Mommy", hearing a child tell you "I love you too", having a home and a comfortable bed, having a husband who wants to be home and spend time with his family, and many, many more. I certainly don't anymore. I know there are many people who are wishing for a bigger house, faster car, designer clothes, European vacations. Not me. Every night before I close my eyes I remember to thank God for being so generous with me as I lay in my bed with my husband and all my little babies safely tucked away asleep (lately right beside me :). It is all that I really want and everything I could ask for.

Luke's first swimming lessons

In order to help relieve some of my anxiety over the water we've enrolled the kids in swimming lessons. Anna's started this week and so did Luke's. Jaden's isn't for another month.

I have never had a fear of the water myself but I am scared to death about my children anywhere near the water. I have nightmares about it. I'm not really sure how many lessons they are going to have to endure until I can relax but I know this is just the start!Luke did so great at his lessons! He loves the water and had lots of fun. The Parent-Tot class isn't as much "lessons" as it is playtime and getting used to the water but it was still nice to do. Baby steps...

One, two... (he's smiling even though he knows what's about to happen)

Three! (this still makes my heart stop every time I look at it)

The weirdest thing for me what that he didn't fight or wiggle or anything. Then, when he came up he didn't cough or cry or really make any kind of sound. It just bothered me.

He seems okay :)

He actually never cried until he decided that he wanted me in the water instead of Dada. I didn't bring my suit...just my camera! I felt really bad. He wouldn't finish the rest of the lesson. He sat on the side with me getting me all wet!

We are so thankful that Jaden can finally tell us what he thinks...we think...

Just joking! We think it is wonderful. It makes us ridiculously happy when he tells us what is on his mind even if it isn't what we want to hear. After all, we've waited a really long time for it and had to work really hard to get this far!

Here's the conversation from dinner tonight:
Chris sets Jaden's food down in front of him. When Jaden takes the time to actually look at it he shoots me a glare and says:
Jaden: "Why you give me that for?" Obviously he wasn't happy. He looked at me like I just asked him to eat dog poop.
Me: "What do you mean? It's chicken pot pie. It has everything in it that you like. Just try it."
Jaden: "I don't want it. I don't like it."
Chris: "Did you try it?"
Jaden: "No, I ddn't (his sort of slur of didn't)"

A few months ago he would probably have just pushed the bowl away and might have cried and fussed. It's nice that he can tell us exactly what he thinks and we can try to reason with him in a conversation. I'm sure there will be many, many more to come. One day I'll probably ask myself "why did I want him to hurry up and talk already?" Nah!

Just because he's so darn cute :)

A water park in our backyard

Uncle Mike made a special delivery today. It was just what the kids needed to beat the heat!
It's like we've got our own backyard water park.
It's hard for us to take them swimming very often because Luke is so little and Jaden is a wild man (well, they both are). It takes both of us and the boys require all of our attention and concentration. But, man is it hot down here! It's pretty steadily about 96-98 degrees and next week they are calling for our first 100 degree day - Yay! It has actually already reached 100+ with the heat index. So, water fun is just what the doctor ordered to keep everyone cool.This slide is great because it's not too high and the water isn't too deep. Everyone can play. We love this. Chris and I can actually relax a little. A very little, but a little still. That just doesn't happen any time water is involved.

The kids had a blast!

15 month check up

I can't believe it but it was time for Luke's 15-month check up. I can't believe that he is that old already. Wow. Time sure does fly, doesn't it?

He is officially 33 inches tall and 29 pounds 2 ounces. If you don't know what any of this means it means he is growing wonderfully and he is really big! He's healthy and happy and right on track. Except for the talking thing... He doesn't really say any words yet. Well, at least we know what to do if his repertoire doesn't pick up. Jaden has us very familiar with that :)

He falls in the top 5% of 15 month old boys or said a different way: he's bigger than 95% of 15 month old boys! I thought for sure that he is much bigger than Jaden was at his age. I know that Jaden was in the top percentiles as well but I just don't remember him being so big. The doctor was curious and looked back through their records. Jaden was actually 34 inches long at 16 months and 27 pounds. So, he was a little taller and thinner but still pretty darn big. Luke his just a little more on the "stockier" side. Hence, his new nickname courtesy of Dad: "Tank". I like to call him "twinkle toes" because of how fast he moves his little fat legs when he's trying to run. I know those nicknames yield very different images but I like to think of them both as fitting. He's multifaceted :)

-A funny face-

Road rash

Poor Jaden...he had a fight with the drive way and he lost! He was riding Anna's princess scooter (sorry! we really need to get him a more masculine one) with a little too much gusto, apparently, and wiped out. We knew that he had a busted lip and we saw a little scratch on his nose. Just a little one, I swear. Then, later on that day all those crazy scabs came out. We were so surprised. He did not look like that when he fell. I wonder what people are thinking when they see us out. It doesn't look good!

Potato chips

Luke is such a stinker! He makes the funniest faces and I love when I catch them with my camera.

This day he was eating potato chips. In between eating them he would smash some and also put them in his hair!