- Fed Lou.
- Burped Lou.
- Laid Lou down for a nap.
- Less than two minutes later, Lou squalled.
- Fired up the morning addition of the LouLou 500 (which requires more laps than the Indy 500 before a winner is declared.).
- Convince son he really does want to take 19 month old outside to play.
- Lou finally falls asleep.
- Laid Lou down.
- Start in on breakfast dishes.
- Less than 3 minutes later, Lou squalled.
- 5 yr old offers to take next trip around the track.
- Quickly finish dishes and made a lovie for able mabel.
- Dodge dead bugs 19 month old brings me from outside.
- 5 yr old is tired of Lou.
- Fed Lou.
- Burped Lou.
- Lou falls asleep.
- Laid Lou down for a nap.
- Less than 4 minutes later, Lou squalled.
- Hit the track again.
- Lou falls asleep.
- Laid Lou down.
- Less than 5 minutes later, Lou squalled.
- 10 yr old offers her arms.
- Quickly take a few pictures of lovies and one bib for able mabel.
- 10 yr old passes Lou back to me.
- Repeat steps 1-8, trying to contain my frustration with Lou.
- Pass Lou off to 9 yr old.
- Quickly make one more lovie.
- Repeat steps 1-8 two or three more times, taking deep breaths. My arms are getting tired of her. The time is pushing 2 pm and she still hasn't really slept.
- Lou finally sleeps longer than 5 minutes.
- Dash to Wal-Mart to get sand for retaining walls, canning lids for a friend and snaps for able mabel bibs.
- Wal-Mart doesn't have any of them. (Don't let me start venting.)
- Wal-Mart does have some school supplies. Make a dent on the lists.
- They do have corn on the cob for 10 cents a piece. Send my helpers over to get 24 ears.
- Pay for 24 ears of corn.
- Return home.
- Start to peel corn. There are only 15 ears. Sigh. That's what I get for not double checking. Try not to get too upset over 90 cents.
- Lou still sleeps. It's a record for today. 1 hour and 53 minutes straight and counting.
- Take more deep breaths and start to feel blood pressure lower.
- I will survive this day.
- I thank my lucky stars that she is almost 4 weeks old and this is the first day like this.
- Life could be much worse.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
She's sweet. ("I just love our new baby!")
She's sassy. (Hands on hips is a favorite pose.)
She's a jokster. (I asked her to get my cell phone for me. She comes back with a spoon and a huge cheese on her face.)
She's bossy. ("Say 'Hi Sweetheart' ", she tells me she guides her little sister who is fresh from her nap down the stairs.)
She's a parrot. ("MarMar is so stinkin' cute!", I heard her say the other day.)
She's exasperating. ("I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat...")
She's a graffiti artist in training. (Nothing and no one is off limits when she wields any sort of writing utensil.)
She's a songbird. ("Should I put the pretty music back on?" as soon as the cd is done playing.)
She's a total girl. ("Look at Mom's new shirt, Dad! Isn't it so cute?")
She's a sponge. ("This is your noggin", she tells her siblings the other day as she points to her head.)
She's a complete shoe freak. ("You should buy me more shoes, Mom. I don't have enough.", as the rest of us trip over her 145 pairs of shoes that she leaves scattered in her wake.)
She's a keeper.
Monday, July 26, 2010
- Instead of racing the clock, you race to get things done while Baby sleeps.
- Every meal time Baby wakes up requiring immediate attention just as you dish your plate.
- Your coffee is cold and your milk is warm.
- Your shoulder contains a permanent Badge of Motherhood, aka spit up.
- You turn into a nocturnal critter, complete with dark rings around the eyes.
- You find yourself resisting the urge to "moo" as you nurse every few hours around the clock.
- As you attempt to get a stubborned burp out of Baby, you end up belching yourself. Baby still doesn't burp until many minutes later.
- The hems of all your shirts are stretched out due to lifting it up to your chin as you perform your Milk Maid duties. (Maybe it's just easier to go topless?! Just kidding.)
- We won't even talk about other areas that are stretched out. Ugh.
- If you try to run errands during naptime, there will be no naptime. You'll end up attempting to maneuver a full cart one handed while holding Baby. Watch out all store displays!
- When in places requiring silence, like church, it's guaranteed Baby will load her drawers at full volume and velocity causing all around you to attempt to stifle, unsuccessfully, their giggles.
- Baby's outfits get changed more often than you change your underwear, due to loading of the drawers every hour, on the hour.
- Baby has perma smooch marks on her cheeks from all the love she gets.
- When she sleeps, Baby has an adoring audience watching and reporting her every move.
- The said audience also watches when she's awake to see what funny face she'll make next.
- Baby clutches your finger so sweetly as you feed her, instantly melting your heart.
- Baby snuggles into your chest, with her little butt in the air, causing you to become rooted into the chair as you don't want the moment to pass.
- She gazes at you so adoringly, although cross eyed, you find it impossible to break the gaze.
- Your life is so crazy busy and out of control but one peek at your Baby, you realize you'd rather not have it any other way. This stage goes by way too quickly.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
1 lb hamburger
1/2 onion, finely chopped (or be lazy like me and use dried minced onion)
3/4 cup or so oatmeal
1/2 cup milk
1 tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper
Mix altogether. Form into balls. (I use a small cookie scoop that I bought from The Pampered Chef. Who has time to stand there and form a bunch of little balls by hand? I suppose I should call mine Swedish Meatlumps instead of Meatballs.)
Brown over medium high heat. Remove from pan after they've been browned.
In the same pan over medium heat, melt 4 Tbsp butter. Add 1/2 cup flour. Add 4 cups water and 4 tsp beef bullion, or 4 bullion cubes. Stir constantly until it boils. Cook for one more minute.
Put the meatballs back into the gravy. Turn heat to low and simmer for 15-20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Serve over mashed potatoes.
Note: The gravy part of the recipe is actually doubled. We like ours to be saucy, feel free to half it.
When I realized I was due in the smack dab middle of summer
about having a baby when the kids were home for the summer. I only thought about
the noise level,
the mess level,
the laundry level,
the boredom level,
the chaos level all being thru the roof and into the next galaxy.
What I didn't realize were the perks that come along with a summer baby. Willing arms to burp her.
Willing friends to haul my troops to the beach with them.
Willing Bigs to make the Littles lunch ("Restaurant" is a favorite game around here. I think I've made lunch a grand total of 5 times so far this summer.)
Willing friends to come play or have my kids over to their house.
Neighbors close by so I don't have to play "soccer mom" as they go between houses.
Willing bookworms wanting to put Baby to sleep.
A library within biking/walking distance.
Not-quite-so-willing troops to help with the cleaning and laundry.
Older kids who can entertain themselves in the afternoons, with minimal interruptions to my naps.
A pool to keep kids occupied and cool.
Eating crow never tasted so yummy! :)
Friday, July 16, 2010
She surprised me and was sleeping by 8:30 am. Forgoing my shower, with my ancient fogs (aka glasses) still perched on my nose, bedhead in total disarray, I scrambled for my sewing machine.
While I talked my 7 year old thru the steps of washing laundry (his wife will thank me someday:) ),
I sewed another one of these bag holders.
While the younger kids spread books out all over the living room (as they pulled books out it caused an avalanche of stuff to fall out of the front closet), I worked on restocking the shop with this bib.
While my 5 yr old made an "attempt" at doing the breakfast dishes but ended up making a bigger mess,
At the first squawk from Lou, I had three concerned faces at my elbow letting me know she was awake. I nestled myself onto the couch to feed and surveyed the mess, refusing to sigh. (Sigh.)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
This little girl is feeling a bit out of sorts. We try to keep her reasonably happy with little activities, such as swimming with Dad. She is determined not to get lost in the shuffle. As I type, she's pulling out the wet wipes one by one while saying, "No no." Oh well, I have bigger battles to fight.
Friday, July 9, 2010
This morning, I decided I can start doing little things around here as long as I'm still sitting down when I'm doing them.
For example, my fabric pile upstairs is out of control. I sat on the floor and refolded and reorganized. No different than sitting on the couch, right?
I also decided that photography is a sit down job, once I gathered all the necessary props. I've been wanting to monkey around with the staging for my diaper changing pads. Hmmm...Not sure what I think of it but it's better than what I had. I'll start here and see if any other brainstorms come to me. Anyone have any ideas? Jessica?
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I did get lucky this weekend and got two new "toys".
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Both of us come from large families. We love it.
Until it came time to find a name for our baby.
We knew we were having a girl. It felt like I spent hours searching the 'Net, looking at names. I wanted something that wasn't so "out there" but not too common. Nothing that hit the top 10. After a while, all the names sounded the same.
Just as I was ready to settle on the name Kate, Hubby's sister had a Kate. She had no way of knowing we liked that name. Snooze, we lose. First come, first serve.
I just about had talking Hubby into Tasha. Then we realized there is already a Sasha in the family. We still could have used it but I didn't like it that much.
He wanted Makayla. I didn't. (My sister has a Kayla)
Mckenzie was a possibility.
I wanted Alayna. He didn't. (Too close to one of our other names)
He wanted Kathryn. I didn't mind it but I'd want to call her Kate. (See above.)
Josie, Casey, Grace, Tessa, Claire, Clara...The reasons for not using them kept piling up.
Ugh. Can't we agree on anything?!? Can't we find a name, any name? :)
We let the subject rest for a few months.
Last week I appealed to my Facebook friends for help. My friends were very helpful; Ruby, Anne, Nora, Cassidy, Penelope, Jane, etc. But nothing that caught my eye.
When I found out I could get induced on July 4th, I again returned to the Internet to see what Patriotic names were out there. Liberty, Freedom (I'm not into those kinds of "names"), Ruby, Julia, Bella. Hmmm. Nothing doing here either.
As of Saturday night, we still hadn't come up with one. I kept tossing Louise out there this whole pregnancy but wasn't really getting anywhere with it. I would love to have a LouLou.
Sunday morning, ditto. Still no name.
Sunday afternoon, while in labor, I finally told him that I was too "busy". The ball was in his court. I'd go with whatever name he wanted. I had other things to think about, namely getting this baby out.
When she was born, it was decided that she was a Louise. It's the perfect name for her, especially since I think she looks more like my family and both of my grandmothers have Lou in their names.
The best part? We're both still sane....I think...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
She has already cemeted herself into the center of our hearts.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Living in three different states.
Each sister was expecting a baby.
Each sister had a different due date.
Each due date fell in the same week.
The oldest sister was due first.
The middle sister was due second.
The youngest sister was due last.
Together they waited, growing bigger each day and compared notes via phone and computer.
Each sister thought she had the biggest belly.
Each sister thought her toes were the fattest.
Each sister thought her other sisters' belly and toes were tiny compared to her own.
Because the sisters were never all together in the same place, there was no way to confirm who was bigger than who.
Each sister pondered names, bouncing ideas off the other sisters.
Each sister didn't settle on a name until the their due date loomed.
The youngest sister delivered first. A healthy baby girl.
The middle sister delivered second. A healthy baby boy.
The oldest sister still waits for her Princess to be born.
The oldest sister.
The one due first.
The one who went overdue.
The one with the biggest belly.
The one with the biggest toes.
The one who still doesn't have a name "set in stone".
The one who waits all by herself. (without her sisters)
Friday, July 2, 2010
I'm heading into the doctor this afternoon. I'm hoping to I get a sympathetic midwife, one who will agree to induce me sometime this weekend. I'm trying to get my list of reasons down pat so she'll agree to sometime tomorrow or Sunday but not get her too freaked out that she'll want to send me straight to the hospital from my appointment. I feel like I'm back in speech class again, practicing a two minute speech over and over again in my head.
While I watch the hours on the clock go past, I have a lot to get done. Pictures to take for able mabel, my hospital bag to pack, cleaning to do, errands to run. Whew. Will I be able to get it all done before this afternoon? I excel at "performing under pressure" aka procrastinating, so I'm hoping to make the best of this trait today.