www.terilynephotography.blogspot.com**Major started growing eyelashes Wednesday. They’re proving to be beautiful.
**He also (just yesterday) lost his newborn look and turned into a cherub overnight. I hate and love when that happens.
**Crue’s accent (New York) changed. I almost cried. He has had the best accent for so long. For example: He no longer says Maj-eh and now says Maj-o. It’s a milestone.
**Crue stayed in his bed all night last night. This is HUGE. They say that giving kids presents (aka bribes) for following basic family rules (rules like you sleep in your own bed all night) isn’t good parenting. It might come back to bite us, but he got a new car that climbs walls when he woke up this morning. And if/when it happens again, I have more ‘rewards’ where that came from.
**I turned the big 3-3.
**My mom gave me 8 dinners (premade and frozen) for my birthday. So Awesome! I can’t think of a thing to cook these days. My post baby brain can’t think about food. Such a great birthday present from mom! Tons of work, and thought and sacrifice. I’m very very grateful. I think she got worried one night when she asked what we were having for dinner and I told her that I told the kids that they could pick a can of anything they wanted and eat it for dinner. But, to my credit, I said it like we were going to Disneyland. Like this: “Mom, what’s for dinner?” “Oh my goodness, you guys…Dinner is going to be so fun tonight! (8 big eyes looking at me like something might have changed and I might actually have thought about dinner for once) You (smile, high eyebrows)…get to go to the pantry and pick your very own can of ANYTHING you want!” They weren’t impressed. And we ended up at chick-fil-a (or was that the night ahlena got us a pizza?)
**I FINALLY decided how I am going to decorate Major’s bedroom. I’ll take pictures. Hint: Charcoal walls. So excited. Ryan’s parents got me a hefty gift card to Home Depot for my birthday to jump start my project. I love Home Depot so this was also very exciting. A good chunk of change that won’t go toward weed killer or light bulbs. But toward fun things like paint and some plants! I can’t wait to get started. (until I think about actually getting started.)
**I like to think that I’m not a huge fan of my birthday and I like to think that my love language isn’t ‘gifts’ because it implies a certain shallowness. But apparently it is my (secondary) love language. I like gifts. But if you want to hear how un-shallow I am, listen up: Ryan got me a sweater/sweatshirt from Anthropologie that I think about a lot. I’m taking it back because I can’t enjoy a sweater/sweatshirt with an insanely high price tag on it. Even if it is neutral colors that I love and feels like you wrapped yourself in a cotton ball from heaven when you put it on. I think that might make me less shallow, no?
**Crue, Major and I had to go to the pediatrician (again for the millionth time in the last 3 weeks) to pick up some paperwork. This funny conversation happened:
Lady at the front desk- “Oh, how old is your baby?”
Me- “3 weeks.”
Lady at the front desk- “Oh my goodness, you don’t even look like you’ve had a baby.” (even though I do look very post partum underneath it all)
Crue- “well (he raised his eyebrows, lowered his chin, and raised his index finger) my daddy wooks wike he has a baby in his tummy. He does.(nodding)”
**To end the week, Ryan and I got into a little tiff. Advice: don’t get into little tiffs with a woman who just had a baby and isn’t getting much sleep. You never come out feeling good about yourself. I apologized but the universe spanked my butt anyway in the form of a black eye. I wasn’t given the black eye by Ryan (he’s never even raised his voice at me) (he can’t say the same thing about me) (To clarify: I’ve never given him a black eye) (and he holds his own, but in quiet tones) but instead by a can of pineapple that fell out of the pantry and hit me in the eye. It hurt. It still hurts and reminds me to be a nicer wife. Thank you, universe and Del Monte. I got your message loud and clear.
**I’m home from church again today. “Protecting my baby from RSV.” Ryan thinks it might be time to call in the missionaries. I’ve never missed this many weeks of church. I am looking forward to going back but a quiet house all to myself once a week hasn’t been too bad. (In fact, it has been heaven. on. earth.)
That’s it in a nutshell. I'm off to write a post that has been brewing this week because I've been asked to be a guest poster (a fun first)... stay tuned. Over and out.
**He also (just yesterday) lost his newborn look and turned into a cherub overnight. I hate and love when that happens.
**Crue’s accent (New York) changed. I almost cried. He has had the best accent for so long. For example: He no longer says Maj-eh and now says Maj-o. It’s a milestone.
**Crue stayed in his bed all night last night. This is HUGE. They say that giving kids presents (aka bribes) for following basic family rules (rules like you sleep in your own bed all night) isn’t good parenting. It might come back to bite us, but he got a new car that climbs walls when he woke up this morning. And if/when it happens again, I have more ‘rewards’ where that came from.
**I turned the big 3-3.
**My mom gave me 8 dinners (premade and frozen) for my birthday. So Awesome! I can’t think of a thing to cook these days. My post baby brain can’t think about food. Such a great birthday present from mom! Tons of work, and thought and sacrifice. I’m very very grateful. I think she got worried one night when she asked what we were having for dinner and I told her that I told the kids that they could pick a can of anything they wanted and eat it for dinner. But, to my credit, I said it like we were going to Disneyland. Like this: “Mom, what’s for dinner?” “Oh my goodness, you guys…Dinner is going to be so fun tonight! (8 big eyes looking at me like something might have changed and I might actually have thought about dinner for once) You (smile, high eyebrows)…get to go to the pantry and pick your very own can of ANYTHING you want!” They weren’t impressed. And we ended up at chick-fil-a (or was that the night ahlena got us a pizza?)
**I FINALLY decided how I am going to decorate Major’s bedroom. I’ll take pictures. Hint: Charcoal walls. So excited. Ryan’s parents got me a hefty gift card to Home Depot for my birthday to jump start my project. I love Home Depot so this was also very exciting. A good chunk of change that won’t go toward weed killer or light bulbs. But toward fun things like paint and some plants! I can’t wait to get started. (until I think about actually getting started.)
**I like to think that I’m not a huge fan of my birthday and I like to think that my love language isn’t ‘gifts’ because it implies a certain shallowness. But apparently it is my (secondary) love language. I like gifts. But if you want to hear how un-shallow I am, listen up: Ryan got me a sweater/sweatshirt from Anthropologie that I think about a lot. I’m taking it back because I can’t enjoy a sweater/sweatshirt with an insanely high price tag on it. Even if it is neutral colors that I love and feels like you wrapped yourself in a cotton ball from heaven when you put it on. I think that might make me less shallow, no?
**Crue, Major and I had to go to the pediatrician (again for the millionth time in the last 3 weeks) to pick up some paperwork. This funny conversation happened:Lady at the front desk- “Oh, how old is your baby?”
Me- “3 weeks.”
Lady at the front desk- “Oh my goodness, you don’t even look like you’ve had a baby.” (even though I do look very post partum underneath it all)
Crue- “well (he raised his eyebrows, lowered his chin, and raised his index finger) my daddy wooks wike he has a baby in his tummy. He does.(nodding)”
**To end the week, Ryan and I got into a little tiff. Advice: don’t get into little tiffs with a woman who just had a baby and isn’t getting much sleep. You never come out feeling good about yourself. I apologized but the universe spanked my butt anyway in the form of a black eye. I wasn’t given the black eye by Ryan (he’s never even raised his voice at me) (he can’t say the same thing about me) (To clarify: I’ve never given him a black eye) (and he holds his own, but in quiet tones) but instead by a can of pineapple that fell out of the pantry and hit me in the eye. It hurt. It still hurts and reminds me to be a nicer wife. Thank you, universe and Del Monte. I got your message loud and clear.
**I’m home from church again today. “Protecting my baby from RSV.” Ryan thinks it might be time to call in the missionaries. I’ve never missed this many weeks of church. I am looking forward to going back but a quiet house all to myself once a week hasn’t been too bad. (In fact, it has been heaven. on. earth.)
That’s it in a nutshell. I'm off to write a post that has been brewing this week because I've been asked to be a guest poster (a fun first)... stay tuned. Over and out.
12 comments:
I love your Mom. Such a thoughtful Mama. You can redeem yourself when Piper and Lennon have their own babies and then actually "make" dinner. As for now... I think the "pick a can of whatever you want" is a fantastic idea. Now, tonight I don't have to think about what I am going to feed my kids.. you helped me. Thank you.
Your "tiff" with Ryan sounds like I just sent out my thoughts/voice/whatever into the universe and it came back "echoed" in your post.
I love you for that.
I decided not to come into town this weekend... long and short story. My "gut" is always right and I had to trust it.
Hope your black eye gets better. And tell Ryan to hold off on the missionaries for a few more weeks. RSV protection is a good excuse. Love you
I hadn't been to church in six weeks before today and don't even have a baby yet. And today, when I showed up, I went five minutes late and left Sacrament Meeting five minutes early in order to avoid the circle of well-wishers. It was perfect!
And bless your mom for knowing the right kind of gift to give a 33-year-old mama of five. Help that is helpful!
"Thank you universe and Del Monte." This made me laugh.
Julie
p.s. This is Remi and Cole's friend. I met you at Remi's baby shower. I hope it's not creepy that I read your blog. Congratulations on the baby! I like living vicariously through you since I'm 37 weeks pregnant and ready to not feel like I have a volleyball tucked under my skin.
heidi, good thinking. usually coming 5 (or 25) minutes late isn't a problem but i could leave 5 mins early:). i'm so glad that you are feeling a bit better. You are one amazing example of survival and thriving in joy. love to you!
julie, i'm glad that you read my blog because then it makes me feel less creepy for reading yours. i've wanted to comment several times but didn't want to scare you:). you make me laugh really hard. the google search post made me laugh the hardest. i checked my searches and they were 99% Golden Girls. Boring.
Sweetheart...from a mommy who had six babies...it takes longer to recover fully with each one...and with RSV around. You are perfectly and totally permitted to stay home at least till the six week checkup. Remember, in the LDS church, once you are back at church, you are well! Heck, turn on BYU tv on Sunday. There are some wonderful programs about the scriptures, etc. Hence, no need for missionaries, though when I had to stay home a couple of weeks ago, I learned so much staying home from the program I watched, I am tempted to keep it up! Also, hooray for your Mom!!! I'm gonna remember what she did and do it for my daughter/daughters in law!
Are you crazy???!!
You are not taking that sweater back. Quality is expensive Nat, get over it. Think of it as bolstering the economy, and let's face it, it needs some serious bolstering after my new years resolution/goal. Do it for me if for no other reason. Seriously, I can't buy clothes, remember? Do it for me. Please.
Oh, and I could totally picture you telling me that canned dinner story face to face, and we laughed-- hard. I need to see you.
Sorry about the black eye. I'm sure you are still hot, it just makes you look tough and hot now! My baby is two years old and I still can't get my head around dinner! I was always paranoid about germs and my newborns. Unfortunately I had to bring my brand new baby home to a hotel and be in public constantly his first couple weeks of life. I prayed like crazy that he wouldn't get sick...if I could've I would have kept him home too, except when certain friends come from far far away to visit then that is ONLY time I would take him out....
BTW we are still waiting on the bank for a closing date. But we are thinking we will be there around the first of April.
Sorry about the black eye. I'm sure you are still hot, it just makes you look tough and hot now! My baby is two years old and I still can't get my head around dinner! I was always paranoid about germs and my newborns. Unfortunately I had to bring my brand new baby home to a hotel and be in public constantly his first couple weeks of life. I prayed like crazy that he wouldn't get sick...if I could've I would have kept him home too, except when certain friends come from far far away to visit then that is ONLY time I would take him out....
BTW we are still waiting on the bank for a closing date. But we are thinking we will be there around the first of April.
Yes, canned dinner was the night I brought pizza. What can I say I'm super in-tune. =) Your Mom's present sounds like the absolute best! We should start that as a friend Bday tradition, too bad I have to wait all the way til November! =)
Hope you had a great b-day! What a sweet little guy you have. You are smart for staying home keep it up no nasty germs for the newbie! We started a freezer meal swap last week with some gals in my ward and we have never ate so great! Hope the eye is feelin better:)
You don't look like you've had ANY babies let alone 5!!! Maybe you can just tell people that I was your surrogate. My jumbo thighs make it much more believable. :)
Can't wait to see Major's room come together!! xxo
meals are my absolute favorite gifts. Keep the sweater. can you come visit with your baby? heart you
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