Monthly Archives: February 2012

tuesday

Pete is a volunteer soccer coach for the Mebane Youth Soccer Association. There are two seasons every year – Spring and Fall – and each season is about 2.5 months long. During the season he does one practice a week, and for the past several seasons that practice has been on Tuesday nights. I fully support his involvement in this because a) it’s a fantastic program that relies entirely on volunteers, b) Pete played and loves soccer and c) the kids LOVE coach Pete. But all of that said, it sucks not having him home on Tuesday nights. Work keeps me away from the house for about 10.5 hours a day, Β so my weeknights are precious family time, especially since Norah came into our lives. I mean, it’s really not all that terrible – he’s home by 8, which means in time to eat some dinner and put Norah to bed, and it’s one night a week for less than half the year, but still. I’m selfish and sharing my hubs with anyone makes me pout. On top of that, I hardly want to spend my limited Norah time worrying about making dinner. I realize this probably sounds absurdly whiney – that being a parent means doing a lot of shit with not enough time and that’s just a fact of life. But the days when Norah actually wants to spend a lot of time with me are certainly numbered and I want to take advantage of them as much as possible. One saving grace in this situation, as in many situations, is having my mom in town. During soccer season she makes us dinner almost every Tuesday night. And on the Tuesdays she’s not able to make something she stays at our house for as long as I need to help me with whatever I need. Have I mentioned how lucky we are to have her here? Crazy lucky.

Tonight was the first practice of the season. Mom made us veggie lasagna (YUM). I got home from work and about 5 minutes later Pete left. The lasagna simply had to bake in the oven, so my dinner duties were pretty much null. After I got one small chore out of the way – trimming the dogs’ nails – I sat on the floor and commenced full on Norah-Mama time. The next hour was one of the best hours of my entire life. We spent the whole time sitting on the floor. Well I sat, Norah alternated between sitting, walking, crawling, rolling around, and of course dancing. She would dance and spin along to whatever song was on Pandora, then come over to me and throw her arms around me and say “I love you”. Then sit in my lap, lay in my lap, crawl all over me, give me a kiss, give me another hug and so on and so on. If I sat any way other than indian style (is that even allowed to be said anymore?) she would say “move, move” and push on my legs to get them back into the crossed position. Once they were folded she’d step into the center of them and again throw her arms around my neck and hug me tightly and put her head on my shoulder and say “I love you” again. A whole hour of this! I felt incredible. I can’t even begin to describe the intense emotional high of this evening and the extreme adorableness of my daughter. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so loved. I wanted to bottle that up, to capture it forever, to never forget a single second of that hour. Of course I cried, I know you’re wondering. It was nothing short of amazing.

This is what it’s all about.

Elderland out. XO.

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21 weeks

Dear little boo,

21 weeks! We’re more than half way there. This is super great. Not that we want to rush anything, but we’re very anxious to meet you and Mama wouldn’t mind having her body back ;). Of course there’s no better reason to experience total physical and emotional uproar than to create a beautiful, healthy, perfect little baby. It will just be nice when you’re out in the world and in our arms. Sleeping and not crying too much, got it?

Two big pieces of news: First, you have a name! You’ve probably heard us talking about it non-stop and lucky you because we’re not telling anyone else yet. You’ve literally got the inside scoop! We’ve known for sure for about a week now and it makes us smile every time we say it. We hope you love it too, but of course you can change it if you don’t. You’ll just have to wait about 18 years. It’ll be right around the same time Daddy lets your sister start dating. We’d like to try and wait until your debut to let the world know what you’ll be called, but chances are we won’t be able to keep it a secret for long. Either way, named you are and though it hardly seems possible, we love you even more.

The second bit of news is that Mama felt you kick! She hasn’t experienced the full on baby dance party that’s sure to come, but she has definitely felt you bump around a bit in there and that’s plum delightful. This is also a bit sooner than she felt Norah, which considering the repeat presence of the anterior placenta lends even more to our guess that you’re going to be a big boy. Mama’s belly is huge – check out those snappies! Norah loves to see Mama’s belly and often pulls up her shirt just to check it out. She points and says “baby!” and “big!” and then “kiss” and kisses the belly. It’s the sweetest darn thing and even though we’re pretty certain she doesn’t actually understand there’s a baby in there, she sure does seem excited about the growing bump.

Everything is going quite well. Mama feels good. Daddy feels good too. Our next appointment is in about a week and a half and it’s just a normal check up, nothing fancy. From here on out we pretty much keep on keepin’ on, and before we know it, you’ll be here!

Love and hugs and big kisses!

-M&D

hats

“Hat” was one of Norah’s first words. From the moment she recognized what a hat was she’s had an adorable obsession with them. When we’re out and about and she spots someone wearing a hat, she has no fear of pointing right at that person and exclaiming “hat!” It’s acceptable and cute now but we’ll of course have to break her of this one day. In our bedroom on either side of our dresser mirror hang several hats and many a time she has pointed impatiently and anxiously demanding that we take them down for her to play with. One is never enough and as her vocabulary has expanded her emphatic “two! two!” has turned into “another one?!”, which is articulated more like narwon. Though not always keen to wear them herself, she has her moments of donning them for extended periods of time and not necessarily when necessary. Grandma Deb got her a pretty flowered fleece hat for Christmas and there was a period of a few nights when Norah wanted it to accompany her in her crib, only for us to come in to get her in the morning and find her standing up, paci in her mouth, hat on her head and blankie in her hands. Too freakin’ cute. And then recently she spotted this stunning blue beanie in a basket at the top of our closet. She pointed and demanded and of course Pete got it for her, and then she proceeded to sport it frequently both in and out of doors. These snappies were taken last Saturday morning while she pranced around the kitchen in her fancy hat, eating a banana. Love this kid!

A little side story on that hat and why we have it. In late October of 2009 Pete and I went on a three day backpacking/camping adventure in the mountains of Virginia on a portion of the Appalachian Trail. Unbeknownst to us at the tima I was actually about two weeks pregnant with Norah! Before we kicked off our adventure we went into this little church run thrift shop and they were doing one of those $5 bag sales where you can stuff as much crap as you want into a normal sized plastic grocery bag and pay five bucks. Well after selecting some sweaters and belts for me and some shirts for Pete we spotted these two wacky blue and red beanies and still had some room in our bag and so why the hell not? I guess we made a good choice!

Elderland out. XO.

papa’s visit

This is loooooong overdue folks! First, let me just tell you how much Norah loves her Papa. Ever since we went to San Antonio for James’s wedding back in November she has been 100% head over heels for him. On that trip, my dad picked us up from the airport and this was Norah’s first time meeting him since he came to see us when she was about 4 weeks old. We were in the car for all of 10 minutes when she just pointed at him and said “Papa!” I honestly have no idea where it came from or if one of us had said it and not realized it, but that doesn’t seem plausible since we had only previously called him Grandpa. Whatever the cause or impetus, Norah dubbed him Papa and from that moment on has been his number one fan. So imagine our delight when Papa called us in December to tell us about a surprise visit over New Year’s! He came for several days and we had an amazing time and Norah was ecstatic. Park visits, nightly and naptime book readings, a trip to the Museum of Life and Science, and just a whole lot of good old fashion hanging out made for one helluva visit. Snappies!

We can’t wait to see you again, Papa!

Elderland out. XO.

 

18 weeks

Dear little boo,

Guess what? You’re a boy!! That certainly doesn’t mean much to you right now, but for us it’s stupendously exciting. We’re going to have a son and Norah is going to have a little brother, hip hip hooray! Of course we’d have been just as happy and excited to find out you were a girl, but secretly we were maybe kind of hoping for a boy, so good job ;). We found out last week at the big bopper ultrasound where they do all your measurements and peek at all your organs and look for that little (no offense) indicator of gender. They revealed that last part pretty early on in the appointment which was fantastic because we were on the edge of our seats and could hardly stand the anticipation. They said, “Okay, are you sure you want to know?” and in unison “YES!” and then “It’s a boy!!” We turned to each other and both had tears in our eyes and I’m totally welling up now just writing about it. Everything else checked out great and the doc says you look big and healthy. You’re measuring a wee bit large, 6 days to be exact, but they kept Mama’s due date as July 9th, so we suppose there’s just a small chance you’d make your debut a little early. Your big sister Norah was 6 days early and that was just fine with us!

You were quite the lively little one in there, rolling around, stretching out, putting your arms up and down and hands under your chin. It was awesome just to watch you move. We did find out that Mama has an anterior placenta again which simply means that we’ll be waiting a little longer than average to really feel you. No matter, the most important thing is that both you and Mama are healthy.

Mama is just a couple days away from 19 weeks (the snappies were Monday) and feeling wonderful. She’s sleeping well, eating tons, and all is mostly sunny in Elderland. Norah doesn’t quite know what’s going on yet – she’s still a bit on the young side to grasp the idea of Mama making a baby – but she can say brother (along with a million other things!) and she does LOVE babies whenever we see them out and about. She points and says baby and gets super excited, so we know she’s going to be ecstatic to have you around. You’re going to love it here in the world and be surrounded by people that simply adore you. Just about 21 weeks to go!

The next big thing? Your name! Daddy and I haven’t stopped talking about it since the moment we found out you were a boy. Naming a baby is kind of a really big deal so we’re trying not to rush it, but on the other hand we’re positively obsessed with making a decision and can’t wait to be able to identify with you on that whole new level. Once we know what you’ll be called we just feel like we’ll know you all the better. It’s hard to explain, but naming you will make us feel that much closer to you (as if that’s possible, being that you’re in my belly!). We’re very, VERY, close!

We love you dearly, little boo soon to be… Here’s a crazy little 3-D snappy of you in the womb!

cute little hand under the chin

Elderland out. XO.