Bad Parenting!

I am really behind on posting, and a lot of pictures that have been taken this last week are on my Dad's camera, so it might be a while before I get caught up.

Anyway, this is the tag on my favorite baby item, the Boppy. It makes it quite clear not to let your child sleep on it. I know it is naughty, but Owen LOVES to sleep on it. He always sleeps longer when we have him in the Boppy, plus I can just slide him over after he eats. I guess I am just a bad Mother!

Happy Birthday Christian!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN!!!

Bunky is so excited for his birthday. He came in my bedroom this morning and told me it was his birthday and asked if I would sing the birthdays song for him (which he has been obsessed with since his friend Katelyn's party). I am obsessed with dressing up every year, which really confuses people when it comes to remembering what my kids dress up as for halloween. I made a pirate costume for his first birthday, and found a race costume for $8 last year. This year he wanted a Bob the Builder party, so we will reuse the Halloween costume form last fall. It should be fun fun fun! He sure has grown. We are so blessed to have such a sweet boy in our family. I wish he could stay little forever, but it is also fun to watch him grow and learn. Happy Birthday my big boy!

So tired!

Christian fell asleep in the car the other day holding his froggy boots. Good thing he was already in his jammies.

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Don't you wish we could all look this good with a double chin?? 

SMILE!

Don't you just love when little boys smile so big that you can't even see their eyes?? 

Christian is doing SO GOOD with the baby. He helps Mommy when Owen is crying, and is really patient. I am so blessed to have such sweet boys. (And it doesn't hurt to have Nana here to help).

Baby update...

I just wanted to update everyone: Owen is doing good. He might have acid reflux, so we are going to watch it for a few days and if it doesn't get better, put him on some medication. The pee problem might just be a reaction with his diapers, we are going to keep an eye on that too. I hated taking him to the dr.'s office today with all of the sick people! I took him into the sick baby room and this lady came in with her four rambunctious older kids who were obsessed with babies and kept getting in his face. Needless to say, I was a bit annoyed. Hopefully all will be well and we can all get some sleep! 

Jason just said that Owen has my personality because he is always grumpy. Hey... you would be grumpy too if your boobs went from a B cup to a triple D. It is VERY painful.... Anyone need a wet nurse?? (For a baby, not a perverted adult- yes, gross but true.)

Oh and by the way... thanks everyone for the nice comments! We love to share our happiness with everyone!

Welcome Baby Owen!

He's Here! I finally had Owen on the 23rd. Besides a bit of an epidural problem (AKA, I thought I was going to die) The labor and delivery went great. He weighed 7 lbs. 5 oz and is 21 inches long. He has a lot of dark hair, so the 4 of you who thought it would be peach fuzz were wrong. 

He is having some pee and vomit problems, so I am taking him to the doctor today. Hopefully everything is okay. 
Anyway, we are excited he is here and that we are home. He is a sweet little boy and we already love him more than we could ever imagine.

Full Moon

The phone rang at 11:30 last night and it was the nurse at the hospital. She just wanted to let me know that they probably can't induce me today because they had "an influx of patients" come in yesterday and there are no rooms left. So, I can call today and see if anyone has been discharged, but otherwise, I guess I have to wait for tomorrow. This really sucks. I can't sleep and have been up since 4:30 this morning just wandering around the house worrying and wondering if I should call the hospital early to plan my day. I looked at the calendar, and noticed it said that there was a full moon lat night. My baby must not be affected much by the pull of the moon because I am still here at home. I think that about explains it. Well, wish me luck.

A Little Note on Hospital Visits.

THis is NOT Owen, so don't freak out. This is just a picture of Christian when he was born illustrating how I feel when people come uninvited to the hospital:

No really, I realize that when most women have babies everyone and their dog comes for a visit. In my case, your dog is invited, but not you. I do NOT feel comfortable after pushing a baby out having people in the room. Why you ask?? I will give you a list (WARNING: I have strong opinions on this matter that my husband does NOT agree with, but he has never been sick before, so go figure):

-Did you know that they fill a rubber glove with ice and stick it between your legs? Yeah, try getting up and going to the bathroom with that hanging in your panties (along with a mattress- sized maxi pad, two types of cream, and tucks pads); add a room full of men... uh yeah.

-Hospital gowns open in the back. Once again making a "getting up in front of people" problem.

-Newborns need to be breast fed every 1.5-2 hours. If you arrive in the hospital room an hour and a half after I last fed the baby, you have 5 minutes to get out.

-After an epidural, you can't walk very good. So unless you want to empty my bed pan for me... you better stay away so I have some time to get to the potty.

-99.9% of people forget the mom is there. Oh what?? You have been hauling a fetus around for 9 months and now you want to hold it? But, I came to visit, so I will sit here holding your hard work while you suffer. AT LEAST BRING ME A TREAT! (Flowers are NOT a treat). Eclairs, fruit tarts and other chocolate items are welcome. While I eat the treat you can hold the baby. Deal?? Great! The last time I had a baby, people brought Jason's favorite treats and conveniently forgot about the person who labored for over 6 hours after fasting. Rude.

-After pushing for over an hour (possibly more) a girl doesn't look her best. And no, there is no make-up in my hospital suitcase.

-Why is it that people want to visit you in the hospital, but not at home when you need help? For heavens sake, wait a few weeks and come visit when I need a nap.

-People love to bring their children. Really, I love kids. I just don't like their grubby little hands touching my newborn. What?? Your 3 year old wants to hold the baby. He will be careful? NO! Have your own baby, then your toddler can take pictures holding your most prized possession.

-I can actually think of many more, but I don't want this post to be too wordsy:).

Anyway, you know who you are if you are invited because I will personally call you and be very specific about the room number I am in. Other than that, I love you, but just give me some time. Oh and for those who are invited, don't bring flowers. I am allergic, they cannot be eaten, and they are a pain to take home. 

Wish me luck (if you are not too offended and are still speaking to me).

Our Lil' Jack Lalanne

Isn't Christian a cute little Juiceman?? Christians new favorite hobby is juicing with Jason. He will even drink the result. I couldn't believe my ears the other day when (after juicing yams) he said: "Yummy juice daddy!" At least he has one healthy habit. He has been feeling much better by the way. No throwing up last night! Yea!

Vomit.

Why oh why do little boys decide to throw up all night 4 days before mommy has a baby??? Poor Bunky can't even keep water down. I did 2 loads of sheets in the middle of the night because he just keeps throwing up. So if anyone has any suggestions, let me know. Oh, and to top it off, he fell out of bed last night and got a bloody nose too, then threw all of the blood up. He has never fallen out of his bed before. It is so weird that everything happens all at once. I am trying to teach him to throw up IN a bowl, but he just thinks I am being weird. Well, I better get off the internet and go snuggle the poor little guy. I hope everything calms down by Friday! Eeeekkkk!

21th century girl...

Being as big as a whale and pregnant is never fun.... believe me. And I know that I complain my fair share to jason (but only because he gives ZERO sympathy). But, can I just say that I am SOOOOOO glad to be born in a time with so much technology. Here are some of the things that I am grateful for:

TUMS- I eat these things like they are candy. I am not even sure if they are good for pregnant women, but I get such horrible heartburn that I NEED them.

Maxi Pads- I cannot even imagine having to wash out rags after birthing a child, yuck!

Epidural- normally, having a needle stuck in-between 2 vertebrae of my spine would not be on the list of things I am happy for, but it was so nice not to feel anything when Christian was born.

Washing machines- You won't catch me down by the river cleaning armpit stains out of my white t-shirts- no sir! 

Digital cameras- No lost film, can delete the b

ad ones right away, convenient... need I go on?

Scotch tape (duct tape too)- from fixing little boys drawings to healing warts, adhesives just make me happy.

Tucks and Tylenol- Obviously I have been reminiscing post partum pain. Thank goodness for tylenol... with codeine anyone??

There are so many more. I could never have been a pioneer. In fact, my modern oven is beeping upstairs. I pulled some food from my modern freezer and made an entire meal. So, no matter how much I complain, I am grateful for my heated house, diapers, and all of the other conveniences that I enjoy- including my blog.

13 Days until George Warshington's Birthday!

My mom called me and was all excited that Owen will be born on George Washington's birthday. 

Jason and I considered naming him George Washington Weidauer, but there is one big problem. Pretty much everyone on my side of the family can't pronounce "Washington," and my parents are the worst. What do I mean?? Well, let me give you some examples:

Normal people say: Wash, My family says: "Warsh" (my mom actually insists it is spelled with an r in it.

My parents neighbors are the Washburns, they say "Warshburns." I keep telling them it is like saying their last name is pronounced "Borse," but they won't listen.

Anyway, you get the idea. I won't even mention Motorsacle, tager, or ensaclapedia. 

I think this post may actually burn out my spell check, so we better just stick with Owen, it is much easier to say. Oh, except for Christian who says "Oyen." But he is only three so it is a lot cuter!

Teeny Tiny Baby Booties!

I was so excited the other day when I opened my mail box and had a little package! My grandma- like friend Clara made these darling little baby booties for Owen. They are so detailed, and I don't even want to know how small the knitting needles are to be able to get something that detailed.

Oh, and it never hurts that she sent $25 bucks too! We will have to start a savings account for him. 

Thank You Clara! We love you!

20 Days!

I know, I know, I only blog once a week. Unless I take pictures of my organized drawers and cupboards, I have seriously done nothing else. I did clean my scrapbook room and have quite a few pages finished. 

Anyway, it is exciting and unbelievable that Owen will be here in 3 short weeks. If anyone likes to dust or vacuum, come on over. No really, COME OVER!

If I do anything exciting this week I will blog more.

4 Weeks!

Baby Owen will be making his appearance in just 4 short weeks from today! It should go by really fast. I have been nesting and even tackled my scrapbook room. But I am having a hard time keeping the house clean because bending over is agonizing. So Christian has complete freedom to leave all of his trucks and tools ALL OVER. So, if I don't trip and go into labor early, maybe I can get more done in the next 4 weeks before my parents get here. Wish me luck!

Courtesy Laugh

In the last few months, Christian has been perfecting his courtesy laugh for all of those awkward moments. It is pretty effective.

Fancy Feet

Christian has learned a new dance move. I guess all of the tap dancing while he was in the womb has finally paid off. He did that dance over and over until both Jason and I were sick of singing that song. 

The Big Day! AND The Name We Have Chosen:)

I went to the doctor today and found out the day that I will be induced.... Drum roll please...

February 22nd! 

Woo hoo! Get this kid outta me! My Doctor is seriously awesome, I love her! That is 10 days before my original due date and about 5 from the due date on my last ultrasound. I am so excited and nervous to have another little baby. (I have posted a baby picture of Christian, wasn't he the cutest!) I feel like I have forgotten EVERYTHING. Sometimes when I watch Ike (7 months) I have to think "Oh man, can he eat that, or is he too little?" "Can he do that yet?" It is crazy how fast Bunky has grown and I have forgotten. (Why oh why didn't I start blogging earlier???) I guess it doesn't matter though because this one will probably be so different from the first.

Alright, so the name: 

Here is the deal. I have been very sensitive about the comments people are saying about our name choices. I have had my feelings hurt by the people who are supposed to love me the most because they want my husband and I to choose a name that suits THEM instead of US. Unfortunately, I do not think that ANY name choice can make everyone happy, and it shouldn't matter. It is our baby. The people who love and support us should love our child for who they are, and not harbor negative feelings because of a name choice.

What?? You want to know the name? Is it just too suspenseful for everyone? Did I mention that I am done with the birth announcements? Okay, okay, I will tell you the name. But only because I KNOW how loving and supportive everyone will be about our choice.

And the winner is:

Owen Spencer Weidauer

Why? Well, Owen is just a random choosing that I like a lot and Jason has been completely obsessed about for 7 months. And, of course, Spencer is my brother's name and we knew right away that we wanted to name (maybe) our last boy after him. 

The name in full means: "A well bred person who sells goods." So it makes perfect sense, really.

We hope you love it as much as we do and if you don't, then I promise you will love the baby.

What a "Crack" Up!

Grandma gave Christian a new pair of gloves yesterday, so I told him we could go play in the snow  with his trucks. It was pretty cold, but he refused to come inside. Even after being completely snot-nosed and frozen, I still had to bribe him with hot chocolate to come inside. I think maybe his butt was cold too!

Little Artist

Christian got a darling easel from Nana and Papa for Christmas, and has had so much fun painting, drawing, and using chalk. Tonight he was drawing with markers and started doing people. They are so cute! When the people are adults, he makes a long line to make them tall. And a short line for him. This is Kelli, Christian, and Mommy. Isn't he talented? Even though I don't remember arms growing out of my head.

Brain Age.

Just wanted to let everyone know that my brain age is 31. I know that the ideal is 20, but I am 28, so why push it? At least I brought it down from my original 68.

Why???

So Christian has discovered the art of repeatedly asking "Why?" The first few times it was amusing and  I would answer until he was distracted by something else to stop asking why. But, my patience is not what it should be and now he is driving me crazy. If he actually listened to the answers it would be okay, but he just asks to be talking or something. 

So, Jason was answering a him over and over the other night and I told him to stop encouraging annoying behavior. Jason just told me that eventually it always ends with "Because that is the way God made it." We tried it out a few times, and it works. Eventually, God just made it that way, and that is why.

Poor Clarkie!

I know how concerned everybody it about Clark, so here is an update:

-He LOVES the canned dog food that the doctor put him on. It is easy to give him his pills because I make little meatballs and he thinks it is a treat.

-He acts like nothing is wrong until we put the cone on his head. Then he cries and shakes and acts like he is going to die. I have been holding him a lot.

-When i have the cone off of his head and he is not sitting with me I will look at him every few minutes to make sure he isn't licking his wound. It is really creepy because every time I look at him he is just staring at me. I think he is a bit obsessed. It make me wonder if he does that all the time and I just haven't noticed.

-His teeth are really clean. I need to start brushing them so that they stay that way. Any advice???

-Jason is really insensitive. Sorry honey, but it is true. I can't believe the lack of sympathy men have. I wish he could give birth and then he would know how it feels to have a sore bum.

Well, he is doing really well, he will go for a checkup on Saturday and I will keep everyone informed.

Nothing to Blog

Sorry I haven't updated lately. I have been preparing meals and putting them in my freezer, getting Christmas stuff put away, and playing Brain Age. Our house is so boring that Ike and Christian have both fallen asleep in random places in the house.

Poor Clarkie had butt surgery (anal gland removal), and it ended up being more serious than they first thought. He is doing pretty good, but I know that the next couple of weeks will be rough for him. I have a picture, but it is pretty nasty, so I don't want to post it. Humans, be glad you don't have anal glands!