Sunday, August 31, 2014

Larry Boy and the Soccer Ball


Transcribing this for posterity's sake. I made it up on the fly one night a month or so ago, and my children apparently think its literary genius, because Timmy asks for it at least 5 nights a week before bed. And when he repeated it to me last night, he did a pretty good job getting the plot right!

So here, word for word (hence some run-on sentences), is the tale of Larry Boy and the Soccer Ball.

Gratuitous photo of said Higboys
Once upon a time there were two little boys named Timmy and Isaac. They lived with their Mommy and Daddy and their baby sister, Lydia. One day, Timmy and Isaac were playing soccer when Timmy/Isaac (I switch it up) kicked the ball so high it landed on top of the apple tree! Timmy said "oh no, what are we going to do?" Isaac replied "I know, Timmy, let's ask Larry Boy to help us." So they looked up at the sky and said, "Larry Boy, we need you!" and who should come flying down to earth but Larry Boy in his Larry-mobile. He hopped out and said "I am that hero! I'll find your soccer ball, Higboys." Larry Boy walked over to the apple tree, hopped to the top and stuck his super suction ear on the ball. Then he hopped back down and gave the ball to Timmy and Isaac. They were so thankful, they gave him a big hug and said "thank you, Larry Boy, thank you SO much!" Larry Boy said "you're welcome, Higboys! Now I'm off to help someone else!" And he got into the Larry Mobile and flew away.


Tuesday, August 05, 2014

A Big Step

It's where we brought both Isaac and Lydia home from the hospital and where we've hosted game nights, BBQs, birthday parties, Waffle Wednesdays and a multitude of other events. Countless evenings have been spent on the patio talking under the white lights and enjoying the cool summer air. I painted the bathroom bright green and Pinterested a good many projects throughout the house. Chris has made a workbench, bookshelves, clock and countless other projects in the garage turned shop. It was our first time paying a mortgage instead of rent and it truly became home.
Bookshelves Chris built
But...we added two kids to our family here and are starting to feel the squeeze of five people in a two bedroom house. We'd also like some more land and a better guest room situation than having our guests choose between sleeping on the couch or sleeping on an air mattress in Timmy and Isaac's room (sorry, Mom and Dad). So even though we don't really know what we're doing, after praying and talking and talking and praying, we've decided to put our house on the market. Our motivation comes from several different reasons, but we believe this to be the right decision for our family. We've spent the last few weeks cleaning, painting, fixing, cleaning, purging and cleaning, and as of yesterday we are officially for sale.

The kitchen has never been this clean
No, we don't have another house lined up yet (though we're faithfully searching online), but that hasn't stopped me from doing a lot of Pinteresting for that house when we do find it.

And if you're interested in a cute, 2 bedroom starter home, let me know... ;)

Sunday, August 03, 2014

The Story of Lydia's Name

Although it wasn't intentional, giving Timothy a biblical first name and family middle name set that precedent for the rest of our kids, and we're glad to have kept with that "theme."

Lydia's middle name, Anabel, was chosen as our girl middle name before Timmy was even born. I knew I wanted to name my first daughter after my Grandma, spelling it the same way she did (because no one needed all those extra letters, she said of the traditional Annabelle spelling).

Lydia was always one of our top choices for a girl, and though we considered several others, we kept coming back to it. We debated on using the girl name we had chosen for Timmy, which was Molly. We also considered Felicity (that may have been mostly in my head), Charlotte and several others that I can't quite recall. In the end, we decided to keep the biblical first name theme and this was both our favorite.

My biggest hesitation in using the name Lydia was that we already know a few families who have used it for their little girl. Two of them live far away from us but there is already one sweet Lydia at our church (apologies to Thea, Sarah and Lynne; you have good taste in names!). We really liked that Lydia in the Bible was known for her hospitality, and the fact that the name means 'noble' (according to some websites), so we decided to go with it. Plus, the biblical Lydia sold purple cloth and I've always loved purple for little girls (which is clearly the deciding factor in choosing your child's name).

Like her brothers, she's got a host of nicknames, typically being called Lydibug, Ladybug or just Bug. She also goes by Lydibel (Lydia + Anabel) and Baby Girl. Lydibug has lead to me acquiring lots of ladybug things for her, and I daydream about a purple bedroom for our little girl someday.


Somehow, this little Lydibug will be 12 weeks old on Tuesday, and while she's quite happy about that fact, 



sometimes it can get a little exhausting.
(Yes, she's sleeping on the pew at church.)

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Lydia's Birth Story

(Let me preface this by saying that I am very thankful Lydia and I are healthy and that we were never in an emergency situation. However, after having some time to think about her bith and reading this article, I'd have to agree that a healthy mom and baby isn't all that matters.)

Lydia was a super active baby inside--probably the most active out of all three kids. I've never been very good at figuring out what position my unborn babies are in when I'm still carrying them, so it was quite a relief to find out at that she was head down at my 38 week appointment. Still pretty high so it didn't look like labor was imminent, but head down.

39 weeks pregnant
On Friday May 9th I had my 39 week appointment and we discovered she was breech. Um, what? An ultrasound confirmed and also let us know she was footling breech (feet first, which if my research/memory is correct, that's the most rare type of breech baby?). Not good. The doctor would have been willing to try turning her via an External Version had she been frank breech (butt first) but said it wasn't likely to work with the positioning of Lydia's feet. (In retrospect, I'm wishing I would have pushed this issue more, or tried to find another doctor at the practice who might have been willing to give it a shot). That left us discussing the one option I never wanted to face--a c-section. The doctor had an opening that Tuesday at 8:30 am., so did we want to do it in 4 days (Lydia's due date)?

Thankfully Chris was with me at this appointment (and we didn't have the boys with us). We went ahead and scheduled the c-section for Tuesday, but by the time we got home that day were hoping we could postpone it to give Lydia the chance to turn (again). Everything happened so quickly at the doctor's appointment that we really needed some time to talk and process our options. We'd asked the doctor about waiting until I went into labor on my own, but that didn't seem like the wisest choice for several reasons. We would end up with whoever was on call doing the c-section, and I'm pretty sure we would have been treated much more like an emergency case had we waited until I was in labor. Additionally, the risk of a cord prolapse (life or death situation) goes up significantly with a footling breech once your water has broken. That's scary in and of itself, but we're an hour away from the hospital which made us even more nervous. (My water has broken before labor started with both boys so it was a real possibility.)

A few hours old
After talking/praying/reading, Chris and I both concluded that if she still was breech, a c-section was the safest way for her to come. But what if she turned again on her own? I called the doctor on Monday to see if we could postpone, hoping she would turn. However, the doctor's only surgery opening was Tuesday--she was booked for the next 3 weeks. (This is my biggest issue with the whole situation, the fact that we were having a c-section at a time that was convenient for the doctor/hospital, not based on it being the best for us/the baby.)

Thankfully the doctor had agreed to do an ultrasound right before the c-section confirming Lydia's position, so we spent the weekend trying to get her to turn. Laying upside down, frozen veggies on the top of my belly (while sitting on a yoga ball) and praying like crazy. I was fairly certain she was still breech because on the way to the hospital I could feel a lump under my ribs on the right side.

We got to the hospital at 5:30 (yes, a.m.) to do the necessary lab work and watch the nurses try to start an IV. (I've apparently got veins of steel.) True to her word, the doctor did an ultrasound right before we went to the OR and we saw Lydia's cute face under my ribs on the right.

They wheeled me back to the OR, started the spinal, etc. It didn't take long before Lydia was out, showing off her lungs and dark hair (!!). Chris was able to be with her while they checked her lungs for fluid and then brought her over to me. They sewed me up and I met Chris and Lydia back in the room.

Snuggling at the hospital
 One of my biggest fears was that they would take her to the nursery or we would somehow end up separated, but thankfully that didn't happen at all. As soon as we were back in the room, I started skin-to-skin with Lydia and we oohed and ahhed over her hair (I didn't think she'd have any, but the ultrasound on Friday showed that she did) and overall cuteness. Phone calls were made, pictures were texted and we thanked God for the safe arrival of our beautiful girl.

I started writing this not long after Lydia was born, and now that she's almost six weeks old, I've had some more time to process everything. I still regret not pushing to see if there was a doctor who would have tried turning her before resorting to a c-section. And even though we had a birth plan for the c-section (finalized less than 12 hours before she was born), it felt rushed and I don't recall discussing it in detail with the doctor.

6.5 weeks old 
 While I may have some regrets and all sorts of emotions surrounding Lydia's birth, I'm thankful for our baby girl and am so glad she's here, even though the story was nothing like I imagined.

Monday, May 19, 2014

She's Here!


Lydia Anabel
5/13/14
8:50 a.m.
7 lbs 11 oz
19.25 inches long

And as you can see, we're quite smitten with her...



(Sometimes, I forget I have a blog, which is why it took me almost a week to post this.)

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Nesting and Such

"She's in the beginning stages of her nesting," Chris told his mom on the phone the other day, and I suppose he can't be blamed for saying that. In the last month or two, I've reorganized/purged our kitchen cabinets, the linen closet, the boys' closet and oh, yeah, we re-did our closet, too.

Starting the demolition process (the best 'before' shot we have)

After (it might not be visible, but we also painted the inside of the closet)

In case you're tempted to be impressed with all that I've done, just don't make me tell you how slowly I do things these days, or how much chocolate consumption was involved. The good news is that most of the un-fun projects are done, so now that I occasionally have bouts of real nesting energy, I can focus on the more enjoyable tasks, like making busy bags for Timmy and Isaac and in a few months, washing Baby Girl's clothes.

We also celebrated Timmy's 3rd birthday with Curious George cake and tools.


Next up is Easter--I'm toying with the idea of making suspenders for the boys and maybe bow ties, but I'm not convinced they will wear them. Though let's be honest--I am not above bribing with chocolate in order to get a good picture. Yes, I'm shameless. And six days after Easter, Isaac turns two. His celebration will include lots of tractors and lawn mowing (his absolute favorite activity). Every morning, he mows before breakfast...and after...and after nap, etc.



Tuesday, February 04, 2014

Kid Friendly Thank You Notes

Now that Timmy is three (um, when did he get so old?), I wanted him to able to help with his birthday thank you notes. However, he can't write. I was brainstorming a few days ago and decided to come up with this simple but cute postcard that let him participate, but wasn't overly involved.

It's pretty self explanatory...I printed out "Thank you" in a large font, had him color/decorate it and snapped a picture. (Getting a decent photo that showed the words clearly was by far the hardest part. Well, either that or wrestling the photo printer at Walgreens.) I mounted the pictures on cardstock, wrote on the backs and then laminated them with packing tape (I didn't think contact paper would stick well). I helped him write his name and they were ready to go in the mail. I'm really happy with how they turned out, and hopefully the recipients will be, too!