tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40026010342830662022024-03-13T14:19:56.916-07:00You're Being Awesome Right NowKatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-46856101618294677842013-05-28T09:21:00.001-07:002013-05-28T09:21:47.671-07:00The Birth of My Baby Bear, Part 1: Anticipation<span style="font-size: large;">When I went in for my 38 week appointment, I had been having contractions off and on days. This was quite different than when I was pregnant with June Apple, which basically went something like this: water broke, contractions started and 9 hours later and three pushes later, BAM! she was born. With this pregnancy, I had been feeling like I was just a visitor in this little (big) boy's body. His presence was so immense, I felt him every time he made a slight movement. I felt like he was pushing out of my uterus on all sides, perhaps as if to say, "Hey, I know my big sister is a little distracting, but don't forget about me!!" When I went in for my appointment, the midwife offered to strip my membranes, which I declined to do, wanting the process to just happen. As much as I wanted him to be born, I wanted him to come when he was ready, knowing that he'd prefer to call the shots. Plus, I was enjoying the anticipation, the unknowing, kind of like a surprise birthday party I knew was going to happen, but not when.When June Apple arrived at 37 weeks, I had yet to experience that anticipation, as I expected to be pregnant for several more weeks. Plus she was so tiny, she didn't feel as omnipresent in my body, thus I wasn't as anxious to have her on the outside, I was this guy. My bags were packed and ready. </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHFvxQmYoUQ/UaTKdTmfezI/AAAAAAAABfQ/H0ec6l1v6EI/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHFvxQmYoUQ/UaTKdTmfezI/AAAAAAAABfQ/H0ec6l1v6EI/s640/IMG_0959.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I kept trying to have the nursery tidy and ready, but June Apple, the toddler tornado, had other plans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I spent the afternoon reading my go-to birthing books, filled with lovely birth stories to get me in the right frame of mind. Many women talk about turning inward in the days leading up to child birth. I found myself feeling quieter, reserved, calm, peaceful. The anticipation of the previous days and weeks seemed to drift away, and I felt ready to receive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> In keeping with tradition, I decided to share a meal with my good friend, Angela. You might remember that I ate dinner at Angela's house the night I went into labor with June Apple, so I thought, I'd keep that good thing going. We ate at an awesome Cuban restaurant. I ordered a spicy, garlicky dish and spent some time carrying June Apple around, hoping that the extra exercise might move things along. Contractions were present, but not stronger than they had been that morning and I went to sleep, hoping for a good nights rest, feeling like the next day would be a busy one.</span><br />Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-6627296269132561792012-09-03T20:27:00.000-07:002012-09-11T20:27:27.359-07:00Fair game<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amos recently played the Kentucky State Fair, so I thought it was high time that I expose June Apple to all things great about the state fair, ie funnel cakes and cows. And apparently, fake flower arrangement competitions. Our good friend Emily went along for the good times, and a good time it was! Here are some highlights from the day:</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8obiP8rpju0/UE_6huQ-dBI/AAAAAAAABdE/QefOZyIz0tU/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8obiP8rpju0/UE_6huQ-dBI/AAAAAAAABdE/QefOZyIz0tU/s640/IMG_0830.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">****Note the powdered sugar belly. Good 'till the last lick!*****</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Another wonderful event occurred this past weekend, one of my dearest bestie, Britten's wedding! Not only was I in the honored position of serving as a bridesmaid, but June Apple made her debut as a flower girl. Of course, all of our practice at cleaning up after ourselves at home, came in handy when she dutifully picked up all the flower petals along the way, as soon as the other flower girl, Jolene let them fall. Poor Jolene, 4 years old, was a bit distressed at this kink in the plan, so I needed to come out and help Miss June along, so Jolene could go ahead with her important job. June Apple is VERY energetic these days, and were it not for Amos, my mom, my mother-in-law, and my dad, all being at the wedding to help wrangle her, I probably would have gone in to labor from running around after her. Instead, I got to enjoy being pampered and made up, and getting my hair did with other gorgeous ladies, as well as dance the night away surrounded by some of my most favorite people. I was so, so, so honored and blessed to be a part of Britt's special and beautiful day. I am so excited for her and her new life with her wonderful husband, David. Yay for love!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, although there was a torrential downpour outside when it was time to take my pic for week 37. But boy, was I joyous!</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Time keeps on tickin' tickin' tickin' into the future.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mama was a dancing queen this past weekend. I hope you enjoyed the extra boogie party! I'm guessing that you did, since you boogie so much on your own in Mama's tummy all day, every day! You have been in the same position (head down, butt up, with your feet poking my right side) for several weeks. Hopefully you'll stay put in this position, because that is exactly where you need to be for a smooth delivery! You love to kick my side and your Papa and I can see your feet and little butt pushing, pushing, saying, "Let me outta here!" Soon enough, Baby, soon enough.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week my mom and and wonderful friend, Emily, threw me a lovely baby "sprinkle" at my house, which included a bunch of wonderful ladies, great food and I scored some awesome decorated onesies for Baby Bear to wear each month for his monthly pics. It was so much fun! Here are some pictures from the day:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is my pic from week 36. Can't believe we are getting so close! I have so much to do! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are getting closer to coming up with a good "short list" for your name. We won't make a final decision until you are born and we meet you, face to face. I hope that you help us make the decision an easy one! Choosing a name for someone is no small task. Maybe you can send us a sign of what you'd like to be called. Either way, help a mama out, will ya?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa, June Apple and I love you very much,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
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<br />Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-48063519569358205312012-08-18T20:42:00.000-07:002013-02-09T19:20:35.023-08:00Vacay in Paradise!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I had lots of school related work to do, which had me slightly overwhelmed. So perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that our wifi connection sucked, so my ability to work on my dissertation was extremely limited, so I was actually "forced" to relax and enjoy myself. What a shame ;)</div>
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Our friends who live in Florida, Allen and Jeanette came to visit us for a couple days with their boys, Gabriel and Pablo. I was curious to see how June Apple would do with Gabe, 3 years and baby Pablo, who is 9 months old. Needless to say, she was SMITTEN. In fact I think her outpouring show of love overwhelmed them, as she was always trying to hug and kiss them. She was enamored with Pablo and wanted to sit in anyone's lap that was holding him, so she coud get closer. She also wanted to help feed him and "help" in any way she could. Good practice run for whats to come. She never seemed to be jealous when I was holding him and I was happy to see how much she enjoyed both boys, or as she called the, "My Babies."</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, this week we go on vacation! Amos left about a week before us, and was kind enough to take all of our luggage down to Florida with him. Last year we all drove together, and in my memory, June Apple cried nearly 70 percent of the hellish 15 hours we were in the car. I was not going through that again! Her car threshold maxes out as about 1 1/2 hours. Plus, the idea of riding in the car, as pregnant as I am, for that long, sounded pretty awful. So, with our midwives blessing, I decided to fly down. Since Amos had taken all of our stuff with him, all I really needed to bring was what we might need en route on the plane, a stroller, and her car seat (the latter two I was able to check- for free!). I scoured the blogosphere, as well as asked my friends with babies who were seasoned flyers, for tips on how to keep a toddler happy in my diminishing lap for the two, 1 1/2 hour flights we would be taking to get there and back. Below is a picture of everything I was able to cram in to a backpack, the contents of which included: snacks for both of us, a change of clothes for both of us, books, a mini-magnadoodle, my laptop, my iPhone, plenty of diapers and wipes, my purse, June's loveys, my purse, various toiletries in case of emergency, a sippy cup for JA and a water bottle for me. Whew! I can't believe I got it all in! And needless to say, we used much of what I packed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">June Apple was an awesome travel buddy and we had lots of fun running around the terminal looking at planes and practicing her new walking skills. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the planes, albeit a bit cramped with her long body and my big belly, we did pretty well. The biggest hits that kept her occupied included the magnadoodle, books, and my iPhone. Of course, she thoroughly enjoyed chatting with all the fellow passengers and charming everyone with her endless wit. She even managed to get a few winks here and there!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So we landed safely in Florida, we eagerly met up with Amos who we had missed dearly in our week apart, and we hit the road heading straight for the beach! Smooth sailing (or flying) for June Apple's first trip through the friendly skies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can't wait to take you on adventures with us. Your Papa and I have always had the travel bug and we hope that someday, perhaps soon, we can all go on fun trips, not only to the beach, but to far and away places that peak your curiosity and fill you with a love for trying new foods and peeking around new corners and meeting new people and seeing things you never thought possible. I can't wait to be along for the ride with you and try and see the new world through your eyes!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let the vacationing begin! Last week, June Bug and I were recovering from a nasty bout of the stomach bug, all thanks to some infectious little rug rat at a bridal shower we went to (all the kids and one, unlucky pregnant lady) got sick. Amos left us a couple days ago to make his way down to Florida, with all of our vacation gear, and June Apple and I will fly down to meet him later this week. I had originally made our plans thinking that I couldn't take the time off of my internship, but as the time grew near, I realized, with Amos gone, I wouldn't have anyone to watch June during said internship, so I had to take the time off anyway! Kind of a bummer because I would've gone to Florida much earlier, but it is what it is, and our tickets couldn't be changed. AH well. I'll just soak up the special one on one time with June Apple, before her little brother joins us. It also means a week of single parenthood, which is TIRING! Big props to all those single moms and dads out there! Here are some pics from our week thus far:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, June Apple and I are spending our days lying around, running errands to prep for our trip, and eating tons of fruit (see picture above). I've also had to squeeze in time to work on the first chapter of my dissertation in prep for a meeting this week, along with prepping for a human development class I am teaching in the fall. How perfect to be pregnant/birthing a baby and teaching human development. I am sure all my 18 year old freshman students will appreciate how perfect it is. Perhaps I will treat them with a video of the birth. Good times ahead!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In line with last week's post on breastfeeding, I thought I'd write a little about our choice to have June Apple sleep with us. Unlike nursing, sharing our bed was not something I had consciously made a decision to do, before she came along. In fact, I even believe I utter those fateful words as a non-parent, "I will never let my kids sleep with us." The truth was, then, I cherished my sleep and space, too much. At the time I said this, my wise friend, a mother of two, smiled and just said, "We'll see about that." Touche'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When June Apple was born and it was just the two of us alone, in the middle of the night, in my hospital room, I looked over at her, sooo tiny in her hard plastic bassinet, and I just couldn't bear to have her sleep anywhere by cradled in my arms. When we got home, her nursing schedule was exhausting, feeding every hour, it was a matter of SURVIVAL for her to be right next to me. In the beginning she did sleep in a co-sleeper bassinet right next to our bed, but would also sleep in the crook of my arm, many nights. In her first year, she also slept in her crib many naps and nights. But then around 7 months, my work/school schedule ramped up. Several days during the week I would be gone for 10 hours or longer. Around this time, June Apple stopped sleeping through the night, waking up to nurse more and more. I took this as a sign of her need to be close to me, after spending so many hours away. So I started bringing her in to our bed and more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then I got pregnant, when she was about a year old, and the mixture of nausea and sciatic nerve pain made it excrusicating to bend over her crib night after night, rubbing her back and trying to sooth her back to sleep. So I just gave in and brought her into our bed, where she has remained ever since. She started sleeping through the night again, and when she does wake, she settles very quickly, and we ALL get better sleep, which is much, much appreciated. My views about where a baby/child sleeps is this: we decide what works best for all of us, in our family. It might not be what would work in another family, for the parents, or the children. But it is what has worked for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Baby Bear comes along, I'm not sure what the sleeping arrangements will be. I don't intend to all of a sudden send June to her crib. My most immediate plan is to have Baby Bear in the co-sleeper and June between Amos and I. I am committed first and foremost to what is safe for Baby Bear, and while I have a very strong trust in my innate ability to be aware of him on our bed, I do not expect Ms. June to be similarly so. Safe co-sleeping suggests that older children should not share a bed with a baby, and for good reason. So for now, he will be in his bassinet, as June Apple was when she was born. In truth, our house is tiny and we don't have room for two cribs anyway. We are planning on moving in the next year or so, at which point, we will encourage June to move to a Big Girl bed, perhaps in her own room, and take it from there. But for now, we will all be together in our room, using the nursery for naps. And who knows what will be best for Baby Bear? Perhaps he will sleep better in the crib. Perhaps June will decide she needs her own space. But we will play it by year and continue to listen and respond to what is best for all of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And in other news, my week 31 picture:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Baby Bear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I promise to do my very best to listen to what is right for you and our family. I know others might do things differently, and their advice to us is well-intentioned and based on what worked best for them. But they are not us. So I will watch you, and listen to you, and change my mind if you need me to, and love and care for you the very best that I can.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa, big sister and I love you very much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mama</span>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-78942807135184440192012-07-22T12:04:00.000-07:002012-09-06T20:28:56.165-07:00Mama Milt<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I always planned to breastfeed our children, after lugging around my ridiculously large jugs for half my life- I certainly was looking forward to putting them to excellent use! Of all three major tenets of attachment parenting (breastfeeding, babywearing, bedsharing), breastfeeding was the one that was MOST important to me. As some of you may have read in my earlier posts, when June Apple was born, I relied heavily on the support of a wonderful lactation consultant, as well as friends and family, to make sure that she and I both got off to a great start. It was rough at first, because she was so small and she was tongue-tied, but once we got going, we've never looked back! As a low-birth weight baby, I knew how important breastmilk was to her health and brain development. In fact low birth weight babies benefit the MOST from breastmilk, compared to all other babies. I wanted to help my little Squirrel Girl however I could, and I am sooo grateful I had this natural, built-in food source that was so valuable to her. June Apple has been very healthy thus far, enjoying those immunity building benefits, no doubt. Not to mention that I love the special bonding time we've shared!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I got pregnant with Baby Bear, June Apple was about a year and I wasn't ready to wean her quite yet. According to my midwife, there was no reason for me to stop nursing her, so we forged on. I did end up night-weaning her early in my pregnancy, because I needed the extra sleep. She adjusted well after a couple rough nights, and now only usually nurses before bed and naps. Looking back over the course of this pregnancy, there have certainly been times that nursing her has been painful, or physically irritating, because of my increased hormone levels. However, one of the huge benefits of nursing her is that I have been forced to lie down and rest several times a day to nurse her- providing a MUCH needed break. I know myself well enough to know, with everything going on right now, I would not have been likely to take the time to rest like this otherwise. I am unsure about what it will be like once Baby Bear arrives, but I am sure we will figure it out and I will be sure to report on how it all goes. In the meantime, June Apple sure does love her "Mama Milt" (her words).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is my pic from week 30. This picture doesn't capture nearly how miserably hot its been. Note to all the future pregnant ladies out there- try and be pregnant over the winter! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Baby Bear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope that when you come along it will be cooler than it has been lately. Many say this is the hottest summer they can remember. Will next summer be hotter? Who knows? Just be grateful that you've been able to spend this summer in a climate controlled mama-belly, and not out here sweatin' with the rest of us. Of course, your body acts like an little internal combustion engine, keeping me additionally toasty! Here's to cooler days and nights ahead!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa, big sister and I love you very much,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mama</span>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-70732075983579943432012-07-08T07:23:00.000-07:002012-08-23T07:24:37.014-07:00Securely Attached<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been meaning to comment on the recent hub bub over the Time
Magazine cover that pictured a woman breastfeeding her 3 year old, with
the headline, "Are You Mom Enough?" The cover photo was, in the very
least sensational, and proved to be effective in sparking conversation
and controversy about the practice of attachment parenting. Many people
seem to misunderstand attachment parenting and think that its about
being tied to your children forever and creating a family environment
that lacks boundaries. Some misinformed critics say that the promotion
of attachment parenting leads to the further oppression of women,
pressuring them to sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children
and putting their children's needs above all else. This has not been my
experience. While I am sure that there are parents who interpret the
attachment parenting philosophy and transform it into its extreme forms.
Just as there are parents on the opposite end of the spectrum who take
the notion of "sleep training" their babies to the extreme, and never go
to their children when they cry in the night, for fear that they will
ruin their child's ability to "self-soothe." The truth is being a
parent, and perhaps especially, a mother, is a nerve-wracking,
vulnerable, scary and exhilarating experience. We all are in search of
"the right way". Or perhaps just simply, what will screw our kids up the
least? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've had the privilege of sharing in the intimate lives of many, many
families over the years. I began babysitting at age 11, worked as a
full-time nanny or au pair on and off throughout my twenties and more
recently, as a child and family therapist. And of course there are all
the wonderful friends and family members whose lives I have shared and
participated in their journey into the parenting abyss. Countless times I
have had the honor of bearing witness to that look in a new mother's
eyes that look at me and say, "Holy Cow! I can't believe someone expects
me to know what to do!" And I saw how they, as perhaps we all do, long
for the answers, long to be able to figure it out, to achieve family
bliss. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we became new parents, I came in with the advantage of
knowing about a lot of the technical "baby care taking" stuff. But of
course, being a parent is much more than knowing about swaddling and
diapers. Parenthood, thus far, has been similar to what I know many
parents experience when they have a baby- periods of triumph and joy
amidst stumbling blindly through a sea of the unknown. One of our
biggest guiding forces in knowing what to do is following our intuition
and hearts. Everyone around us has a well-intentioned opinion based on,
usually, what worked for their family. And what we are always trying to
do is stay true to finding what works for OUR family. And it may be
different than what other families do, and it may not be something that
worked for other parents, but we are committed to do what feels right,
and what makes us all happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For us, we found ourselves practicing attachment parenting,
partly out of necessity (more on that coming up) and mostly out of,
simply, what felt right. Over the next few weeks, I will talk about what
that looks like in our family, focusing mainly on the Three B's of
Attachment Parenting: Breastfeeding, Babywearing, and Bedsharing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It still feels so unreal that you are are going to be here. As you grow bigger and bigger and my belly gets bigger and bigger, I know your going to be in our lives before we know it. Your sister, June Apple, has been practicing her big sister skills on her stuffed animals</span>,<span style="font-size: large;"> which she calls, "My Babies." She likes to tuck them in at night, by putting pillows over them. We promise to refine her tucking in skills before you come, to make sure there are no pillows on top of you! I think she will be so excited when she meets you and give you lots and lots of hugs and kisses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your big sister, Papa and I love you so much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not many words but a glimpse of our week in a few pictures....drinking my vegetables with a healthy dose of horseradish, and playing with boxes on our head, plus taking the time for the mandatory belly shot for week 28.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Baby Bear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wonder what your favorite toys will be? Your sister seems to enjoys boxes these days. It never ceases to amaze me how kiddos, no matter what toys you think they will like, inevitably, choose what they like best, even if its some Tupperware and Mardi Gras beads. June Apple plays wonderfully by herself and I wonder if you will always seek her out as a playmate, since she'll be around, or if you will also enjoy your solitude. As a kid who grew up without a brother or sister around, I spent many hours alone. Looking back, it was wonderful at times and lonely at times. I do hope that you will be able to enjoy both being alone and playing with your sister, as both will undoubtedly bring bounty. I am really excited to see you at play, in whatever form it may be!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa, sister, and I love you very much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mama</span>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-49361617680909144182012-06-30T10:36:00.000-07:002012-06-30T10:36:13.305-07:0027 weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just a brief post, because its 105 degrees out, which makes me not want to do anything but lie around and eat watermelon in the air conditioning. I had a crazy month long summer course, which is finally over, which means now its time to get serious about working on my dissertation....oh, Lordy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In other news, I had an annoyingly crappy experience the other day, while waiting at a stop light, the semi truck in front of me decided to back up, disregarding the fact that I was behind him and crashed right into me, pushing me back ten yards! I was leaning on the horn the whole time and then he stopped, only to go in reverse again! Oh, and then he ran the red light and looked as if he was going to flee the scene, but luckily, he didn't. Thankfully, June Apple was not with me at the time, and beyond some damage to the car, I was not hurt at all. I did go ahead and go to the doc to get checked out, and all was well with both the the baby and me. So, now all I have to deal with is the insurance and car repairs. Boo. Its okay, I've got lots of spare time.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Baby Bear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had quite the week with our bumper car adventure! I hope it was more fun for you than it was for me. The upside was getting to hear your heart beat and hear you kicking around on the monitor. You've been really active around 4 every morning, kicking and flipping, and if you keep that up, we are going to have to have a serious conversation once we meet face to face in a few short months!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Grams bought you some new duds this week, making your upcoming arrival all the more real. Its hard to believe you will fit into such tiny clothes. I just cannot wait to snuggle you and breathe you in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa, June Apple and I love you very much,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mama</span>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-65010941096689983552012-06-25T20:11:00.000-07:002012-07-13T19:00:32.516-07:00A whirlwind weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">We
just had the craziest, busiest weekend under the sun. It started Friday
night with the rehearsal dinner of our friends, Aleah and Jack at the
ever amazing 21C Museum and Hotel. It was the first time Amos and I had
been out without June Apple since the last Harry Potter movie came out,
which, by the way, was a looooooooong time ago. It was lovely to get
dressed up and feel like an adult and have fun with some good friends.
We were sitting at the table that clearly had been deemed the "bad kids"
table, and we took full advantage of this label, by being silly and
telling lots of dirty jokes ;) Here are some snaps from the night:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The next day, June and I headed up to Cincinnati for a jammed packed day, which included a baby shower for my friend Kami,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and
a surprise party for my Grandma Betty. It was great seeing so many
friends and family all come out to celebrate such a fabulous woman. My
Uncle John and his girlfriend, Lisa, hosted the party and June Apple was
very excited to visit with all of their many pets, which included 27(!)
rabbits, 4 horses, and a pack of doggies, including a giant
newfoundland named, Sophie. I've been wanting to go kayaking all summer
and finally got my chance on a little pond in front of their house. I am
very glad I did not fulfill my desire to kayak by planning some big,
all day affair, because, after 20 minutes of sitting and paddling, my
back was killing me. No more kayaking for pregnant Katy this summer.</span><br />
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got a chance to catch up with my "sisters," Lynn, April and Courtney,
and take our obligatory sister shot, this time with Lynn's sweet
daughter, Lily joining the mix. June Apple was very excited when she
inherited Lily and her brothers' vast Little People collection. She also
thoroughly enjoyed Uncle Robs famous smoked pork shoulder. Yummy! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As you can see, after such a whirl wind Saturday, June was a bit sleepy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But
she rallied, because now we had to switch into wedding planning mode
for my BFF Britten, who is getting married in September, and for whom I
will be a 37 week pregnant bridesmaid! On Sunday we celebrated at fellow
bridesmaid Leah's house, who threw an absolutely fabulous bridal shower
for Britt. I somehow found time to get crafty and made Britt a pillow
to celebrate the start of her new life with her future husband, David,
as a Franco</span><br />
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am so excited for Britt and excited to be a part of such an important
day for her. On Monday, June Apple and I accompanied Britt for her hair
and make-up trial, as well as to an appointment with her wedding DJ- DJ
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Apple was a champ all day and I was going strong until I was at Britt's
mom's house and I literally bent at a 20 degree angle and my back went
*&^%$SCRUNCH!!!!*&^$ Yowza! It was excruciating. Luckily, I was
still surrounded by good people who were happy to wrangle JA while I
tried to chill and let my back relax. Luckily, it actually started to
feel better with some ice, some heat, some relaxation, and some
movement. I had been having some painless contractions and sciatic nerve pain all week, off and on, so I think this was my body's way of saying, Hey! Slow the f- down! So I did. But not before I went out to dinner to celebrate Britt's bachelorette-hood ;)</span></div>
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in all, it was an awesome, although exhausting weekend, surrounded by
wonderful friends and family. The weekend would have been damned near
impossible if my mom wasn't there to help with June. She's definitely a
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<span style="font-size: large;">This
weekend was a wonderful reminder of all the fantastic family and
friends that are in our lives and there to support our family. While my
mind and spirit wanted to go go go all week and weekend, my body did a
nice job (in perhaps not-so-nice ways) of reminding me to slow down and
take it easy, for both of our sakes. The last thing I want is for you to
feel stressed out and run ragged! Okay, okay, now that this busy
weekend is over, I'll take it easy. I'll try anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Grams and I went shopping for some new
duds for you. I feel like your arrival is sneaking up on me, and I need
to start getting more ready for you! Let the nesting continue! I have
to say, shopping for a baby boy just isn't as awesome as shopping for a
girl. Basically the two clothing options are Surfer Dude or Little Man.
Plaids or stripes. Kind of boring, frankly. So we are going to have to
search a bit more to find some cool threads for you, so you don't end up
looking like a mini Brooks Brothers ad. The truth is, I'm sure you'll
find your own style, no matter what you wear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our girl loves books. And I would love to be able to say that its because we spend hours a day reading to her and driving home phonics, but the truth is, in a room full of toys and musical instruments, she goes for the bookshelf, swipes them all off the shelf into a pile and cracks 'em open. She pours over the words, from The Runaway Bunny to Doors of Perception (seriously). They can have pictures or chapters. She doesn't care. No e-reader needed in this house. Its the paper she loves. She loves to slowly turn the pages and point to pictures of faces or objects she knows and name them proudly. She reads to the cat and the dog, and of course, us. She also loves to be read to, often physically opening our hands to place a book in our palms. Often we'll start a book and she'll be too eager to move on to the next, so she'll shut the one we are midway through and grab another. Who knows where her loves of words and pages will take her?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And here I find myself at 25 weeks, eager to soak in the summer, without suffering too much in the heat. Time seems to go too fast anyway, but especially during the summer months. I have so much to do, in terms of school, before Baby Bear arrives, its hard to imagine how it will all get done, although I know it will. One day at a time, one page at a time, one word at a time. Oh, and I've got to find time to soak in the summer fun, too!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was pregnant with your sister, i tried to remember to read out loud to her and sing to her, so she would come in to the world with a love of words and songs. Although I didn't do either of these things nearly as much as I wish I did, she still seems to love both, perhaps instinctively, because her Papa and I love words and notes so very much. As you will soon see for yourself, our home is packed to the gills with books and instruments, and we hope you love them as much as we do. In them you will discover the world and find doorways to create new worlds within yourself. The great thing about you being my second baby is that you get to hear all the books and songs we share with your sister everyday. Perhaps you already have some favorites. Are you as sick of Skip To My Lou as I am? Or do you love it just as much as June Apple. I wonder what your favorites will be....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had an another awesome weekend that got off to a great
start with the 2nd Annual Dirty Thirty Film Festival. We set up the
projector in the backyard and friends came over to watch The Last Waltz
and Beetlejuice. We set up a candy bar complete with all the movie
theater favorites, along with popcorn. I was so happy that so many of my
great friends here in The Ville could come, including Angela, who drove
in from Bloomington. I do love the movies, especially in the backyard! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next</span> <span style="font-size: large;">morning Amos, Angela, June Apple and I enjoyed the Douglass Loop Famers Market. I love that place! Its no Findlay Market (my favorite spot in Cincinnati), but it has all the elements of good, clean fun- great food, great music, and excellent folks.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">And, June Apples are in season!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That night, my freshman college roommate, Cheyanne drove through town with her husband, Michael, on their cross-country move from NYC to LA. Of course we had to show them a Kentucky Good Time by taking them to night racing at Churchill Downs (accompanied by Thomas, Rachel and Chrissy). I looked longingly as everyone enjoyed their mint juleps and didn't bet, as I'm not a betting gal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next day we took Chey and Michael to The Most Awesome Flea Market in the World! (Real name, see below), to introduce them to the salt of the earth. I mean, where else can you buy tube socks, a puggle and a portable stripper pole? We followed the flea market with a pit stop (pun intended) at Frankfort Avenue Beer Depot, for some Kentucky BBQ, ping pong and corn hole, followed by Derby pie at Pie and Ice Cream Kitchen, with strawberry sherbet made with berries from Hubers Farm. An excellent Kentucky-style weekend. It was great to see Cheyanne and Michael and I look forward to visiting them in sunny California.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chasing June Bug around is all at once distracting and, increasingly,
tiring as my body starts to really slow down and feel the literal weight
of Our Boy. Carrying her up stairs and picking her up out of her car
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our living room with a shorter one, because my foot kept tripping up on
the taller one when I would sling my leg over it. When I pick up her
toys I try to do it quickly because bending over cuts off my air supply.
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Mama is taking advantage of the energy she has to run around having fun, with good friends and family. I am trying to imagine what you will be like and how you will fit into our family. I know you will find your own place and make your presence known, as you already are!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I asked your sister where her baby brother was this morning and she lifted up my shirt and pat my belly and then gave you a big ol' kiss. Yesterday I asked her the same thing and she pat her own belly. I know she may not quite understand how important you are going to be in her life now, but I can't wait to see what pals you'll be soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our midwife said you are lying sideways this week, and by the feel of it, you flip and turn every which way, every day! I hope you feel like you have enough room, and if not, can make some! Then again, I guess part of what will convince you to come on out of there is running out of room. So I take it back, don't get tooooooo comfy. I would like to see you face to face in a few months!</span><br />
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<br />Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-87234307774907143822012-06-10T19:51:00.002-07:002012-06-12T19:26:25.740-07:00What she's doing.<span style="font-size: large;">Its been awhile since I wrote about all the fun stuff Miss June Apple is getting into these days, so I thought I'd provide an update.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our gal is such a hoot and a handful. Its her way or the highway, which often means her way or devastating, tragic tears. I often can't pee (which, by the way I have to do every 5 minutes) without her collapsing in tears at the audacity of leaving her side and is all smiles and giggles upon my return. This, suffice to say is all at once endearing and annoying. But, a sign of a secure attachment (more on this in an upcoming post...)! Anyhoo, Amos is convinced I need to train her better, and I know better than to try to train/tame a toddler. As we speak, she is off playing in another room, reading to the dog, but on HER TERMS. She loves to play and read by herself, and does so often, but she must make the ventures away on her own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amos and I are convinced she thinks she is an animal (I know, I know, she IS an animal), as she makes monkey, dog, cat or bear noises anytime she sees a picture of herself. I also believe that she thinks that all people (as well as her favorite stuffed animals) are called "babies" because that's what she says anytime she sees a group of people, pictures of people, or hugs all her animals before bed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She loves to put on necklaces, and I tell her, "The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She likes any and all music and when she hears any tune at all, including church bells, she throws up both her hands, starts snapping (really), and bobs and weaves her head. Apparently, those church bells are her jam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Current words (or at least a form of them, that she attaches to the correct object) include:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hat, Down, Rosco, Julie, Mama, Papa, Puppy, Kitty, Bear, Milk, Crackers, Bananas, Bath, Night-night, Mice, Peas, Tofu, Cheese, Berries, Apple, Juju, Hot, Eyes, Nose, Mouse, Hello, This, Hambone, and of course Babies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Speaking of babies, we are not fooling ourselves into thinking we can actually explain the complexity of the upcoming arrival of her brother. She does loooooove babies and loves to point them out in public and books, but to try to explain that there is a baby in Mama's tummy is a bit too...abstract. Hell, Amos didn't really believe it was true the first time I was pregnant until he saw me push June Apple out of my body. And then I think he was like, "Well, I guess she was right." So June might not totally get it, but I can say, "Where's Baby Brother?" And she immediately lifts up my shirt, pats my belly, and gives it a good ol' raspberry kiss (which probably terrifies Baby Brother). Then again, I sometimes ask this question and she pats her own belly. Ah well. She'll get it soon enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She's not walking on her own yet, although she walks every well while holding one or both of our hands, cruising along furniture, or pushing her wheely bug around. However, you take away that security and down she goes, back to crawling. Her pediatrician said that she has the muscle tone and ability to walk, she is just "timid." Timid is not a word I would use to describe her, but perhaps in this area, she is. I'm not too terribly concerned about it, as she seems to have always done things in her own sweet time, and is never worse for the wear. Of course, I do find myself trying to "force" her to walk, by doing cruel things like dressing her in long dresses or putting her down on concrete sidewalks, that make crawling awkward, so she is forced off her knees. The nurse at my doctors office said that her parents "tricked" her in to walking by having her hold on to wooden spoons, that they help, while she walked and then letting go of the spoons, while she was none the wiser, walking alon, hands on spoons, raised in the air, all on her own. Of course, I know better than to force Miss June to do anything she's not ready to, as she will, as with all babies, do things when she's damned well ready!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She loves to read and be read to. Her current favorite books include, "Skip to My Lou," "Olivia," and "Mousie Love." All of these books have animals, which I think is why she loves them. Our little animal whisperer (and hopefully never animal hoarder).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The week ended with my birthday! Holy smokes, I'm 31! June Apple joined me for work and posed for Week 23's shot. My friend, Emily even decorated our office door! Then Amos came and met us for lunch at the ever delicious Taco Punk. Mmmmm, shrimp and fish tacos and Mexican Coke. Yummy! My mom came dwn that evening to hang out, since Amos had a gig. We went out for dinner and got caught in an awesome thunderstorm. June Apple proved at dinner that her days of playing quietly at restaurants may be behind us, as she had all the waitresses engaged in the ever-popular, "I will drop 10 million things on the floor, and you will pick them up, because I'm cute" game. An excellent day surrounded by some of my most favorite people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was so happy to see you on the ultrasound this week and see how awesomely healthy you look. The doctor came in to take a look himself and reported that everything, from your heart to your head, from your cord to the placenta looked "perfect" and assured me that I will have a great rest of my pregnancy with little concern for any complications. After the scares we had with your sister, I was so relieved to hear, and see, that everything looked great and in tip top shape. You also made sure to show us, that yes, indeed you are a boy, to remove any and all doubt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is a baby in that big belly! I have felt especially huge this week
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for the results! This past weekend Amos played at the Foxhollow Farm
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and I for some fun in the hot sun. A good time was had by all (although I
neglected to get any shots of Emily, boo.) Rachel, June Apple and I followed the fest by going shopping for wedding shoes for Rachel and Tom Toms upcoming nuptials, which of course resulted in my purchase of the above rockin' "I survived comps, so I deserve that shit" Frye boots, as well as some yellow patent leather sandals for JA, which caused her to ooooooh in delight when I put them on her feet. A girl after my own shoe heart. Upon arriving home we were greeted by a poor lost snapper who somehow managed to survive the journey to our street, albeit far from home. Luckily some kind neighborhood gents returned her/him to the creek. Below are some highlights of the day</span>:</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With so much happening its hard to believe I am already 22 weeks, over halfway there to meeting this Baby Boy face to face! The second trimester has brought a surge of energy that I hope sticks around through the summer, as I brave the heat and remain large and in charge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Baby Bear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What shall we call you? You probably already know, so if you could let us in on the 411, we'd greatly appreciate it. Choosing a name for you seems much easier than choosing a name for your sister, perhaps because, for some reason, boy names seem easier, or because, since we know what it means to go through names and choose one, as we did for June Apple, and then have it stick and feel so right, part of me knows that we will make the right decision when we see you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As always, you are constantly letting me know you are there, kicking and somersaulting. I get to see you again next week when I go for a level 2 ultrasound to make sure that your placenta and cord are in tip top shape. I can't wait to see your sweet little face again and see you wiggling, as I know you will. Be sure to wave!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We love you very much,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It
has been an utterly insane week, with 13 hours of comprehensive exams
over three days. And save for a few unexpected hiccups, like my computer
shutting down 45 minutes into the stats exam and all my work getting
lost, I, and my fellow cohortees survived! Yay! Here we are celebrating
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<span style="font-size: large;">I
wish I could say I felt some giant sense of relief, but with all the
energy and stress leading up to this week, combined with the fact that
we won't find out whether or not we passed for another 3 weeks or so,
all I can say is I feel...less overwhelmed, and with each passing day,
more relaxed. Of course, as soon as I finished, my first thought was:
"Okay, now onto my dissertation." Egads. Our fellow classmates threw us a
party called, "Comps 2012: Lets Get Crunked!" I did not get crunked. I
had some ginger ale and left when everyone started playing flip cup with
red wine and shooting consecutive brandy jello shots. That our cue,
June Apple, time to go home and go to bed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do wish I
could have enjoyed a good ol' dirty martini, and perhaps one of the
harder parts of this process is that between being pregnant and running
after a toddler, I didn't feel like I had any ways of relieving stress.
Enter Amos with the sweetest Mother's Day gift a pregnant gal could ask
for: A snow cone machine! That and loads of chocolate. My mom also
bought me a gift certificate for a manicure and pedicure, as well as a
foot massage, and a gift certificate to Graeter's Ice Scream (!) so I'm
feeling like I probably won't miss that martini so much after all...well
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felt so much more manageable because of how awesome all my friends and
family were. Emily and Kim and my Mama-in-Law Bet were rock stars who
entertained June Apple at fun places like the dog park while I buried my
nose in books. My saintly mother not only took off work to June Apple
wrangle, but also made me meals and divine cupcakes. And of course, none
of it could have happened without Amos who did all of the above plus
put of with quite a few minor (and major) breakdowns that usually
involved me screaming and crying- so for that, I am eternally grateful.</span></div>
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Apple, of course, did her fair share of bringing levity to the whole
situation. I mean, who can feel stressed when you have a 16 month old
growling at you like a bear and demanding that you sing Itsy Bitsy
Spider, so she can do the hand gestures? Its all relative with that kind
of deliciousness.</span></div>
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must say that my little guy was the ultimate grounding force during the
tests themselves, reminding me to stay calm and keep it all in
perspective- plus demanding that I take frequent pee breaks! I think he
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<span style="font-size: large;">And so, here I am at 21 weeks, tired, and ready to recharge!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You
and I had quite a week together! I am sorry for those couple extra cups
of coffee and those many bags of gummy candy I consumed this week to
keep me going. I promise to eat and drink much better from here on out
to make up for it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope that you
didn't even realize how much stress I was under, as I tried really hard
to stay relaxed throughout it all, if not in my mind, at least in my
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are already
quite a team, you and I. I was certainly (as far as I know) the only
person taking comps who had two brains collaborating on the exams!
Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So the next week will be focused on fun and relaxation. I hope you enjoy it as much as I know I will.</span></div>
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<br />Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-84454014128826204602012-05-09T15:17:00.000-07:002012-06-12T19:27:22.414-07:00Hey you! I see you!<span style="font-size: large;">We got to see our precious bundle this week! We got to count all of the important body parts and organs, including the ones we were most curious about, and the verdict is...a healthy baby BOY! Amos was literally jumping around the ultrasound office for joy, with June Apple in his arms. I cried tears of joy, just to see his face and his little body. I feel so incredibly blessed. Words do not suffice. Amos made the ultrasound tech verify several times and she seemed annoyed that we were questioning her expertise at knowing what boy parts look like (we didn't know what we were looking at!) So, even though she showed us several times, and went so far as to circle and place strategic arrows, we are still, well, taking her word for it. But, so exciting, none the less. Baby Boy was rolling and tumbling the whole time, perhaps as excited to say hello to us, as we were to say hello to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are very happy to know that he is healthy and doing well. And the fact that he is a boy, well, that is awesome, too. I was excited at the prospect of a boy or a girl, but now that we know, I can really get excited about all the possibilities. I know so many awesome little boys (and men), so I am excited to see who this guy becomes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Comps is less than a week away and shit is getting REAL. So I really need to stop writing this post and go figure out how to explain causal inference in a quasi-experimental design. Don't ask. I don't have a clue. But I better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was so happy to see you and get to know you a little bit this week! Papa is already making big plans for you and is very excited to take you hunting, fishing and do all of his man things with him. Of course, if you don't want to do those things, I am sure you will finds lots of adventures to do together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I sometimes worry that my stress from my exams is affecting you, or that you can sense it, so I am trying very, very hard to stay relaxed. Hopefully you will be cool as a cucumber and relaxed, especially next week when I have to take the test for 13 hours. Maybe your relaxation will rub off on me. I have to say, helping you stay relaxed is a huge motivator for me not to get too stressed out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keep grooving (just not so hard on my bladder)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa, Big Sister, and I love you very much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Studying has gone into full swing around here but we have had snippets of fun this week, particularly as it heats up and there are outdoor adventures are to be had. And in very important news, June Apple is finally calling me 'Mama,' although she still calls me 'Baba,' too. Other favorite words include 'diaper' which she says while violently slapping her nether regions. There's some baby sign language for ya. At first we thought she was only saying it when she needed a change, and we were highly excited about this level of bodily awareness. But, alas, she just likes to let us know she has a diaper- like twenty times a day. Favorite animal sounds of the week include bear growls and pig snorts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So here I am at 19 weeks! This time next week, we will know the sex of this little butter bean, as we have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday. I am really excited to see what this bambino looks like and find out a little bit more about them. Lots of people have been asking me what I think the sex of the baby will be, and honestly, I have no idea. I find that I am very influenced by what other people think its going to be. It seems like everyone is pretty 50/50, but anyone who has an opinion about it, are sure that they are right, so we'll see....I'll be happy as long as its a healthy baby. And human. I can see how either a boy or a girl would be great. I love the idea of two little sisters running around, but, gosh, do I have a soft spot for little boys. Of course, Amos is hoping for a boy to continue his "dynasty." So any guesses? What do you think this little bundle will be? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Baby Bear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am so excited to get to see you in just a few short days! I am eager to know all about you and this is will be one of the first times I will get to find out just a little bit. What will you show us? Who will you be? I hope you can hear us and that you'll wave when we see you. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've been craving beer and margaritas lately. Don't worry, I haven't given into the cravings. I wonder if its a sign of your tastes (Oh, help me) or just a sign that its summertime and that's what I like in the summer. Who knows? Only popsicles and grape juice for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love you and will "see" you soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mama</span>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-35994998880974899442012-04-28T06:32:00.002-07:002012-06-12T19:27:45.616-07:00In the night<span style="font-size: large;">2:30 am: Amos to me, in bed, amidst a pile of babies, dog, and cat:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"We are so rich. Lying in a bed of gold or diamonds could not top this."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, I feel like I am clawing and crawling my way to the end of the semester this week, trying to get through, so I can commit more time to studying for comps. And needless to say, I am so brain dead from writing papers, I don't feel like I have much to say this week In the meantime, here I am at 18 weeks, along with an even more adorable picture of June Apple and her new friend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was pregnant with your sister, all I wanted to eat was fruit. Couldn't get enough of it, especially berries and apples (name choice a complete coincidence). This time around all you seem to be asking for is anything sour, pickled, fermented and vinegary- sauerkraut, kimchi, pickles (I know, a cliche), dilly beans, pepperocini, salads with Italian dressing (especially Olive Garden salads). So what does this all mean? I think it means you'll like to spice it up and take the road less traveled. That you'll like to kick it up a notch and go out on a limb when you need to. Or maybe you'll just like pickles. But we are not naming you Penny or Peter Pickle. No worries there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love you more than sauerkraut and kimchi,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mama</span>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-26743483142764755712012-04-18T07:12:00.000-07:002012-06-12T19:28:14.510-07:00When I was 17...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its been a crazy week of final papers, finishing up my practicum (yay! no more two hour commutes!) and running after June Bug. June Apple had her 15 month appointment this week and while her height and head are in the 50th percentile, her weight lands her in the 6th ( a jump from the 3rd!). The doctor was really happy that she had gained nearly two pounds over the past 3 months, and grown and inch and a half. But she suggested I start giving her Carnation Essentials Instant Breakfast, mixed with her milk to bulk her up. Argh. While I don't mind finding healthy ways to increase her caloric intake (avocados, olive oil, yoghurt, etc...) I am not going to give her some sugary drink powder with God knows what kind of crap fillers just so that she can gain weight. Plus, I know what percentiles mean, and I am not overly concerned about June gaining weight so that she can be more like the 'average' American toddler. I want her to be strong and healthy and eat tasty foods that are good for her and give her an appreciation of eating and feeling good. Anyone who meets her knows that she is healthy and happy, with lots of energy. So, Carnation gets a big thumbs down. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In other news, here I am at 17 weeks. Hello, pregnant lady! Where did that belly come from?! Its strange because I feel like I am bigger this time around than with June Apple, but since I started off this pregnancy weighing less, my maternity pants are still loose around my waist. Probably not for long! Not as sharp of a pic as I would like, my friend Emily took this on her phone and it was an especially bright day....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You are quite the little jumping bean! You kick me all the time, day and night, and I bet this is only a hint of whats to come! I think its your way of letting me know you are there when I get distracted by the antics of your big sister. June Apple likes to blow raspberries on my tummy, which probably sounds pretty crazy to you. I am sure that you hear her laughing when she does this. I am guessing the two of you will have lots of laughs together!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your Papa thinks you are going to be a big big baby because you kick so much, but I think its because you are feisty already. Well, you'll fit right in with us, for sure! Big or small, I love getting to know you already.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And so here we are again, full on gestation! This time around we were caught a little by surprise, but we are excited nonetheless! We actually discovered the exciting news on June Apple's 1st birthday, when I took a test on a whim before we went out to dinner for wine and sushi- no wine and sushi for me... Truthfully, I thought that something might be up, as I had been feeling like I was on an emotional roller coaster (as Amos can attest!) and nursing June Apple had become really painful. So, needless to say all clues pointed in one direction. As exciting as finding out was, I have to say, I definitely had an , "Oh shit...." moment, when I looked at the year ahead and realized, okay, between now and when I deliver this little bundle, I have to take my comprehensive exams and propose my dissertation and run around after a toddler. Egads. Well, truth be told many more have faced much more overwhelming circumstances with a lot fewer resources, so I have to keep it all in perspective. Its gonna be a wild ride, no doubt, but with so much love and support from family and friends, I know we'll make it through the madness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, here we are, and I'm already at the 4 month mark! Amos was marveling the other day about the difference between this pregnancy and my pregnancy with June Apple. With JA, it seemed like it was all we could think about, and this time around, well, we've got a lot of things going on around here! Of course, I am always thinking about this little sweet pea, but we've got another bigger tornado in the form of a 15 month old, that keeps us on our toes and running. But this little one is definitely making their presence known! One of the awesome things about being pregnant a second time is that I know what a kick feels like, and this one is a kicker! I didn't recognize June Apple's kicks until I was about 22 weeks pregnant with her, so its exciting to feel this baby movin' and shakin' even sooner. Amos thinks its because this baby is going to be HUGE, and that we should just go ahead and name them Moose (let the naming wars begin!) I think they just want to make sure we know they are there and ready to party!! So, here I am at 16 weeks. Apparently many women show earlier in the second pregnancies because, well, I guess my ab muscles are already stretched and wrecked from the first time around. I'm not sure if I am that much bigger, although in this pic I do certainly look pregnant! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So those are the basics for now, gotta run because I see that June is playing with a Sharpie. More updates to come!</span></div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002601034283066202.post-18471988505310517862012-04-09T17:03:00.002-07:002012-06-12T19:28:46.910-07:00Big news...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, we've been kinda keeping something on the down low for a few months....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mama's due with #2! September, 24, 2012</span> </div>Katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08650144476449479491noreply@blogger.com1