A blog following our family of four as we explore and navigate life. We enjoy doing crafts with our kids and seeing the sights around us.
Keeping Up with Ron, Sara, Jackson and Addie
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
TMI? Maybe.
Ack! It’s 11:55. My designated spot in the Mothers’ Room (pumping room, milk mama room) is 11:30 and I missed it. I look online to find the calendar for the room, booked until 1:30. I have a 1:30 meeting. This means that the first time I will be able to pump in the room is 2:00. Doing this will not allow me the time to get in the two pumping sessions that I need so Addie has enough milk for tomorrow.
Now what? I will try the bathroom in the basement. Damn! It’s in use, back to my desk. Minutes later I try again. Score! Bathroom is open. Not Score! Bathroom smells like pooh.
I stopped using the bathroom basement to pump when they changed the amount of time needed between motion and the lights turning off but this was going to have to work, I am in a pinch.
I wash my hands, plug my nose (not literally, as I need two hand to pump) and get my gear all set up. After 10 minutes… bam, darkness. Now what? I stand, breast shields attached to the boobs (sorry, dad) and it’s pitch black in this room. Now this wouldn’t be so bad if the light sensor like at Babies R Us and Archivers (yes, I’ve pumped in these places too) was in the room. I’ve danced around, breast shields attached (sorry anyone else who didn’t really want this vision) and the lights miraculously turned back on. However, in the bathroom in the basement of MPR the sensor is OUTSIDE of the room. And not just outside the room, outside the door and down a little hallway. It’s not like I can just scoot down there, breast shields attached and wave my hand in front of the light switch. Can you imagine?
So, I stand in the bathroom, which is not an ideal place anyway to be making my babies food, in the dark. I close my eyes and think a variety of things: why oh why me? I hate pumping! How do other mothers do this? I’m just not cut out to be a mom. I’m selfish and I don’t want to pump another stinkin’ day!
I turn off my pump, pack up my gear all by feel hoping that I don’t tip over the four ounces that I’ve managed to pump down the drain because I can’t SEE to put the caps on! I pull my 10 pound pump up over my shoulder, walk down the pitch black hallway and click, the light turns on.
It’s been eight months and thirteen days since I’ve been pumping. A month ago Addie got her first tooth. She bites me at the end of every nursing session, every single one. I tell myself every week that I will no longer pump, but I keep going and going.
Now what? I will try the bathroom in the basement. Damn! It’s in use, back to my desk. Minutes later I try again. Score! Bathroom is open. Not Score! Bathroom smells like pooh.
I stopped using the bathroom basement to pump when they changed the amount of time needed between motion and the lights turning off but this was going to have to work, I am in a pinch.
I wash my hands, plug my nose (not literally, as I need two hand to pump) and get my gear all set up. After 10 minutes… bam, darkness. Now what? I stand, breast shields attached to the boobs (sorry, dad) and it’s pitch black in this room. Now this wouldn’t be so bad if the light sensor like at Babies R Us and Archivers (yes, I’ve pumped in these places too) was in the room. I’ve danced around, breast shields attached (sorry anyone else who didn’t really want this vision) and the lights miraculously turned back on. However, in the bathroom in the basement of MPR the sensor is OUTSIDE of the room. And not just outside the room, outside the door and down a little hallway. It’s not like I can just scoot down there, breast shields attached and wave my hand in front of the light switch. Can you imagine?
So, I stand in the bathroom, which is not an ideal place anyway to be making my babies food, in the dark. I close my eyes and think a variety of things: why oh why me? I hate pumping! How do other mothers do this? I’m just not cut out to be a mom. I’m selfish and I don’t want to pump another stinkin’ day!
I turn off my pump, pack up my gear all by feel hoping that I don’t tip over the four ounces that I’ve managed to pump down the drain because I can’t SEE to put the caps on! I pull my 10 pound pump up over my shoulder, walk down the pitch black hallway and click, the light turns on.
It’s been eight months and thirteen days since I’ve been pumping. A month ago Addie got her first tooth. She bites me at the end of every nursing session, every single one. I tell myself every week that I will no longer pump, but I keep going and going.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Two wheels! (Okay, four)
The boy is growing so fast and in some ways I feel sad for the toddler he no longer is, but excited for the boy he's becoming. As he rode away from me for the first time on his new bike tears rolled down my face. I don't cry easily, never at a Hallmark commercial but seeing my first baby turning into a little boy is hard for me to accept some days.
Jackson was a little leery at first about shopping for a new bike but he did show some excitement. He's a cautious kid and at this time scares easily and is afraid of new things. I was fully prepared to have Ron spend the time constructing the bike and Jackson refusing to get on it. However, this time was different, Jackson was excited to try out the new bike. He got on after some instruction from Dad and before we knew it, he was doing circles around Dad's van.
Jackson even rode down the block with me to get our mail and all the way back on his own. I'm so proud of that boy. And I think I told him so oh.... sixteen times last night!
Jackson was a little leery at first about shopping for a new bike but he did show some excitement. He's a cautious kid and at this time scares easily and is afraid of new things. I was fully prepared to have Ron spend the time constructing the bike and Jackson refusing to get on it. However, this time was different, Jackson was excited to try out the new bike. He got on after some instruction from Dad and before we knew it, he was doing circles around Dad's van.
Jackson even rode down the block with me to get our mail and all the way back on his own. I'm so proud of that boy. And I think I told him so oh.... sixteen times last night!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Knock, Knock...
Out of nowhere and very random Jackson says to Ron:
Jackson: What did the underwear say to the pull-up?
Ron: (Confused, but playing along) I don't know, what?
Jackson: Underwear can't talk!!! Ha ha ha ha!
Where does he learn this?
Jackson: What did the underwear say to the pull-up?
Ron: (Confused, but playing along) I don't know, what?
Jackson: Underwear can't talk!!! Ha ha ha ha!
Where does he learn this?
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
8 months
Addie is 8 months old today, and time is passing us by faster than ever. Seems like just yesterday I was feeling her kick inside my belly.
At 8 months Addie is...
- babbling up a storm.
- about to get her very first tooth.
- is content much of the time.
- likes playing with dad's watch and mom's necklace.
- thinks her big brother is the greatest.
- sleeps mosts nights through until 6 am.
- likes her bath, swinging and being snuggled most.
- is still nursing.
- spent her first night away from home at Grandma Pam's house.
- in a carseat facing backward. (She grew out of her infant seat)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Easter in Photos...
Monday, April 5, 2010
Random Thoughts...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Thank You Easter Bunny...
Decorating Christmas trees is not enough. The tradition has been started to now decorate the tree at Easter time as well. Grandma Pam and Bill brought over Easter eggs to hang from the tree in the front yard. Jackson had a blast hanging them and deciding which color should be tied to each branch. Since they have been hanging he's also getting a kick out of batting them around.
The eggs have been hard-boiled, so next up is dying. Anyone know of a natural way to dye eggs? The shells of eggs are porous and I don't like the idea of ingesting the chemicals that are used in egg dyes. Perhaps I will be using blueberries and beets this year?
There should be a green one here, please!
The eggs have been hard-boiled, so next up is dying. Anyone know of a natural way to dye eggs? The shells of eggs are porous and I don't like the idea of ingesting the chemicals that are used in egg dyes. Perhaps I will be using blueberries and beets this year?
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