Sunday, February 28, 2010
Here are a couple of my favorite, most recent, eating pictures of Baylor. Enjoy!
Eating apples off a plate ... all on his own.
Stabbing a piece of turkey and cheese sandwich with his current favorite, the purple fork.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
I'm assuming all of you have been watching the Olympics ... at least a little here and there, right? If you're in the US, you've probably also seen the commercials P&G have been running, thanking moms of Olympians (and, in at least one commercial, all moms). In my opinion, they are incredibly well-done, succinct, beautiful, and ... absolute torture. If you haven't seen them, take a look:
Touching? Yes, most definitely.
My favorite commercials of the Olympics? Probably. (In spite of crying every time I see them, they really are great.)
Torture devices for moms and pregnant women everywhere?
You be the judge.
*On a side note, I'd like to thank my husband for helping me figure out how to embed these videos onto the blog. Now that I know how to do it, I won't have to send you all to YouTube to check stuff out! Ah woo hoo! Thanks, honey!
The middle names have been decided upon. If it's a girl, she'll get my middle name "Jean" - just like my mom and my Great Aunt Marty. If it's a boy, he'll get my mom's maiden name "Cartwright" - Baylor's middle name is "Denney" which is both my husband's middle name and his mom's maiden name.
So, onto first names ...
For the boy's name we really like "Easton". That's all we've got, and we both really like it. It means "east of town" and "outdoorsy". We're not really debating this one, but if you have other boys' names you like feel free to throw them out.
The girls' names are what we're having trouble with.
I like "Vivian/Vivienne", but it reminds Bryson of Pretty Woman so he associates the name with a hooker. I like it because it's beautiful but can be shortened into something spunkier if need be. And it came from The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, which is where I found Baylor's name.
We both like the name "Maelle" (pronounced "my elle"), but I am against it because I feel like people will have no idea how to pronounce it just by looking at it and she'll be constantly correcting and clarifying.
Other names we/I have thrown around for a girl:
"Maybelle" (my great-grandmother's name)
The name cannot start with "B" for either sex, or "J" for a girl. No offense to people out there who do this, but we don't want all our kids' names to start with the same letter. It's just not our bag. And Bryson has requested no triple "J's" for the girl. ("Juniper" was my idea ... I still like it.)
The name needs to be unique, but not weird. We just like it that way; again, no offense to the people who chose more traditional names.
The name needs to sound good with our last name (Jacques) ... this is the hard part. I pronounce our last name like Jacques Cousteau (the French way, if you will). My husband pronounces our last name "jay-quess" ... something someone in his family started a while back. If I have anything to say about it, our kids will go with my pronunciation (that's what Bryson used to go by in high school when we first started dating ... and it's what his grandmother prefers so I have other "higher ups" on my side).
The name has to go with the middle name we've already chosen for that particular sex. We're not changing those so don't even try it.
Any ideas are welcome, but even if EVERYONE on here likes it we have final say. I ... er, we ... reserve the right to reject any name ideas, even if it is for a seemingly silly reason.
Any help you guys could give us would be fantastic! Send me an e-mail, leave me a note on Facebook, leave a comment on here ... how ever you want to respond, please do!
And have a wonderful day!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Doesn't this look good?!
Yesterday, however, was a different story. Just when I thought I finally had it figured out how to best put them on, I was hit with a twist ... literally. My right leg was all twisted up, from knee to thigh, making them even more uncomfortable than they were before. Ordinarily I would have just let it go, but I could barely walk with them twisted so badly. So, broken-hearted, I peeled them off and tried again.
Again, I got them all the way up, with much straining and heavy-breathing, only to have the stupid right leg all twisted. At this point, I broke down into tears. My showering was for naught; I was sweaty from still being warm from the shower and the exertion it took to tug this torture device up my legs and over my belly. I was exceedingly tired, from being pregnant, from the aforementioned exertion, and from not getting to bed early enough the night before. And I was frustrated that these hose were besting me; I thought I had them all figured out, I had carefully gathered them for optimal application, and still they were twisted.
Unable to stand the twisty-ness, I pulled them off yet again, took a moment to sob into my pillow, sat on my bed, and tried for a third time to put these damn things on. The third time was kind of the charm; the twisting was tolerable and I could move with them on. Still crying, I readied myself for the rest of the day, mad that the whole "getting dressed" event took me more than a half an hour. Eventually, I pulled it together and got through the rest of my day.
Knowing what a pain they had been yesterday, I decided to take a closer look at my compression hose this morning. Imagine my COMPLETE surprise when I found that the right leg was sewn on backward.
Yup, you heard that right.
The toe is pointed in the opposite direction of the belly! The toes DO NOT point in the same direction! (Insert expletive here.) So no matter how much I wrestle with them, that right leg is pretty much always going to feel twisted because ... IT IS! Ugh.
I don't know how this escaped me for the first five days of wear, but it is bugging the crap out of me now. If both toes were pointed the other way, I would chalk it up to how compression hose are supposed to be. But only one leg is this way, so I have to believe it's a mistake. One I intend to correct, today if possible.
Just one more thing to add to the Tick Tock List. Grrr.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
... this is what it's all about!
I can see so much on this stool, even if I'm just squatting!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Just look at that concentration!
He even gets excited when he rediscovers his current favorite color: blue!
That's my boy!
Yeah, I put his artwork up on the fridge! The first one went in his baby box, but this one is a true gem! I might even frame it for his room.
Like yogurt ...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
He went after the first few bites with gusto.
We have since tried applesauce, which fared very well, and yogurt, which held his enthusiasm but was quite messy as it was of a thinner consistency.
No matter what, though, he gets totally geeked to be handed a spoon or fork and have a suction bowl in front of him. Gotta love that first taste of autonomy!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Blood Pressure: 110/72
Starting Weight: 128 lbs.
Current Weight: 170 lbs.
Belly Measure: 35 weeks
Yeah, I gained 6.5 pounds since last visit, and my belly jumped from measuring a week behind (30 weeks at the 31 week mark) to measuring two weeks ahead. Oh, and my husband had her check my chart from the last pregnancy, and I am spot on with my weight from last time. (Insert obscenity here.)
After we got through all the stats, she asked how I was feeling and if I had any questions. I told her about the water pooling about my knee area, and she went on to prescribe me maternity compression socks. What are those, you ask? Well, apparently they are compression socks that go from your toes, up your legs, and over your belly.
So, I get to go pick those up this morning. Thank goodness it's winter, and I can wear pants over these beauties. My OB wore them for all of her pregnancies and claims that they really help with your mobility. We'll see.
Anyhow, that's the deal. For those of you wondering, she says I am right on track to having another big baby (Baylor weighed in at 10 lbs. 10 oz. and 21" long) so we'll see if she's right.
Have a wonderful day!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
And then my husband said, after some calculation,
"Only 39 days to go!"
He smiled at me, hopeful he'd helped, then asked after seeing my dazed reaction, "Is that good or bad?"
Well, that all depends on how you look at it.
In 39 short days I get to meet my son or daughter. That part is wonderful, exciting, and awesome.
Then there's the rest of it. I'll try to pick this apart as best I can, but I already cried once this morning just thinking about all this so bear with me.
First off, there is the physical aspect of it. Yes, in 39 days I won't have to sleep all night on my left side, my leg swelling will go down, I won't have all this extra weight on me (though I'll still have some), and so on and so forth. Until then, however, I have 39 days to fight water weight gain, my dreaded pregnancy nemesis. Not only does the water weight I tend to gain rob me of normal-looking knees, but it makes my joints feel arthritic. If it spreads to my hands, it will bring on pregnancy-induced, water weight gain carpel tunnel syndrome, making it so I can't feel anything my fingers touch. Not cool, and not a whole lot of fun when you're trying to diaper a wiggle worm. So I have a battle ahead of me to keep the water from settling under my skin and, at the same time, not deprive myself so much that I binge on salt and ruin the whole thing.
After those 39 days, I will trade the uncomfortable pregnancy symptoms to feeling like I have been sawed in half from hip bone to hip bone. Laughing, crying, walking, sneezing, coughing, climbing, sitting, standing, and every other little movement we take for granted throughout the day will suddenly hurt and I am not looking forward to it. That said, I know I have to do it, so I'm just trying to reconcile the notion in my head.
Secondly, I have 39 days to finish everything on my Tick Tock list, and more. I have done a crappy job of getting things done, but I've been trying to not let the house go to pot and I've been tired. Sue me. The list is looming large over my head and I need to start ticking things off it before I lose my mind. So there's that.
Then there's all the emotional stuff that goes along with bringing another person into our family. I'm bracing myself for post-partum depression (and will be getting advanced help from my OB and therapist), so that part is as under control as I can get it right now. But then there's Baylor.
Deep breath, Nicole.
I know, without a doubt, that the people who will be helping me after the baby is born love and care for Baylor more than words can say. I know he won't be short on attention or love. It's the selfish part of me that is so very sad that I won't get to scoop him up and hug him or carry him around like he's used to. We won't have our laundry time for a long while. All those things we do together throughout the day will change, and I have 39 days to both soak up all the goodness and prepare Baylor and myself for this new world we're going to enter into.
I worry I will have to divide my love like I'm going to have to divide my time, something I'm not good at anyhow. I'm worried things will fall through the cracks and all this mommy confidence I've gained in the past 17 months will disappear. I have 39 whole days to worry. And yet I have only 39 days to worry.
So 39 days are ahead of us to try to get ready for a new life. Just when I got used to our rhythm it's going to change, and I'm kinda sad about it. (Paco, if you ever read this and are a stay-at-home mom or dad, you'll understand. I hope you'll forgive me for feeling this way.)
I know we'll eventually get into a rhythm again; I'll just have two kids instead of one. We'll find our new normal together, and everything will be happy and good.
It's just the getting there that has me worried.
Monday, February 15, 2010
He finally got to wear it today, and he was pretty excited.
He really liked to pet the doggy on his chest and point out the eyes, nose, and mouth.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I Wonder If I'm Growing
I wonder if I'm growing
I wonder if I'm growing
My mum says yes I'm growing
But it's hard for me to see
My mum says eat your sandwich
It'll make you grow up tall
But when I eat my sandwich
I'm hardly bigger at all
And I wonder if I'm growing
I wonder if I'm growing
My mum says yes I'm growing
But it's hard for me to see
My mum says wash your hands now
Then you can go and play
Hey, I can reach the tap now
For the very first time today
And I think I must be growing
Yes I know I'm really growing
My mum says yes I'm growing
And now I know it's true.
Or to help you remember or discover some really awesome movies to watch today. If I had the time, I'd be watching Pride and Prejudice, The Notebook (with a box of tissue), Bridget Jones's Diary, Juno, The Birdcage, Away We Go, and 500 Days of Summer (for the first time).
Saturday, February 13, 2010
My little man is learning how to use a spoon slowly but surely. With his new Munchkin suction cup bowl and his new Gerber spoon, he scooped away at his current favorite ... APPLESAUCE!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Remember the "Always looking for adventure" wall decal we put up in his new room? Yeah, point to the letters in "adventure" and he'll say each and every one of them. Yes, this is a bit of a prideful moment on my part, but isn't that what being a mom is all about?
Anyhow, I can't take all the credit for it. He's just taken an interest in a lot of his toys and books that are focused around the alphabet, and my sister got him started with the ABC stacking blocks at my parents' house. Go, Aunt Christine!
He also likes his Leap Frog Alphabet Pal caterpillar.
And his Parents Rubber Blocks! (I'll talk about them more later in the post ... apparently Blogger has decided to mess with my picture order and orientation. Grrrr.)
So, his Parents rubber blocks. He got them from my sister for Christmas and just adores them! Each of the 26 blocks has a letter of the alphabet on it as well as a corresponding animal (though I take umbrage with putting a unicorn on the block for "U" since it's not a real animal). Plus, they are rubber so they would have to be thrown pretty hard to hurt much of anything ... Little B even likes to nestle into a bucket of them every so often. You can find these at Target; they make a great gift for any little guy or gal!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
For all of you Office fans out there ...
Isn't that awesome? They made them using a cookie cutter kit from Williams Sonoma and a little of their natural creativity.
They also made sweet, Valentine-y ones, too.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Last year, if you recall, I was only able to have one Shamrock Shake from McDonald's because it turned out that the dairy bothered Baylor.
So this year I am going all out and having a bunch! I told my husband I'm going to drink my weight in Shamrock Shakes which isn't true, but I probably would if it was humanly possible.
Yes, I love them that much.
So, if you see that McD's has gotten in their Shamrock Shakes for the season, could you please let me know?! I would really appreciate it!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Next step, taking down the old one (that hadn't been serviced or paid-attention-to in years) and put up the new one. My trusty helper is a whiz with the stud finder.
Of course, I'm pretty sure he's a leftie and our cheap-o stud finder is tough for lefties to use, so he mostly just found the "studs" in his hands. What a cutie!
We also played a bit today. Little B was quite industrious with his blocks. Just look at that tower!
Then he found the remote control and was able to turn on the television, much to his delight.
He then tried to turn it off, with much less success. "Off."
And then for some reason he decided to stretch while working on turning the t.v. off.
We played "ride the horsey" ... yes, he enjoyed it a lot.
And then he fell asleep during lunch. Yup, lunch.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
My little man got to have a play date the other day with his cousin Wyatt. They are only about four weeks apart, but Wyatt is an average-sized kiddo and Baylor is pushing the upper limits of the growth chart. Lots of people mistake him for a two year old when he is just now turning 17 months old.
I think the boys had a lot of fun, though it's hard to tell at this age since they just sort of play near each other not necessarily with each other. Hopefully they'll start to interact a little more as they get older.
Friday, February 5, 2010
My mom has skin cancer; two spots of basal cell carcinoma, to be exact. She found out in late autumn of last year and has been trying to get into surgery ever since. Today was the day, and I think she was relieved to have it over with. One spot only had to be scraped, but the other had to be more surgically removed and sewn up with stitches.
We are all thankful that her skin cancer is not melanoma, but it is a reminder that you have to be so careful out in the sun. For more information about basal cell carcinoma, check out the Skin Cancer Foundation's website. Page 4 tells a lot about what you can do to protect yourself against skin cancer.
All the best to you and yours. Take care of yourself for both you and the ones you love.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
He's learning new things left and right; some of it is just awesome, and some of it changes the game for us. Like tonight when he learned how to undo the buckle on his high chair. *sigh*
Anyhow, we got down his peg puzzle yesterday and he has been all over it. I was checking my e-mail today, and as I looked over I saw this ...
Yup, he lined up his puzzle pieces, making little groups of colors or shapes. I think he got frustrated when he couldn't make groups of like colors AND shapes, but he kept on rearranging things to get it right.
Then he got to putting his puzzle together ... and I have to say, he did a pretty good job. He's definitely come a long way from when he first got the puzzle and would stack them any which way.
After lunch, he was back to his happy little self, running around the house. I could hear him coming around the island and I snapped this picture as he popped around the corner.
The day was not complete without a little exploration.
My little raptor is systematically trying to figure out how to open the cabinets; so far the locks are besting him, but I know it won't be long before he gets them.
Ah, and we must reset the dishwasher!
Somehow, he got his superhero/villain ball stuck in his Ikea stool. And for some reason, he wanted to carry the whole kit and caboodle around the house. Funny little guy!
He wanted to play with his stacking cups, but the big yellow bin of rubber blocks was in the way. At first he only had one foot in the bucket. While I went to get my camera, though, he got all the way in.
Then apparently his legs got a little tired.
He took out his kitchen stacking cups and, after going through them, put one up on the counter and said, "Eight." It was the eight.
He's starting to understand the concept of light and dark.
He can pretty much open the fridge by himself and likes to take out salad dressings we keep on the bottom door shelf.
And cute things about him right now:
He'll eat just about anything if you let him have applesauce every other bite.
He hugs everything. Hard plastic toys. Puzzle pieces. His Elmo truck. Owl, of course. You name it, he's probably hugged it.
He's all about reading on the couch now. He used to want to sit on the floor on my lap, but now he's excited to say, "Up!" and get up on the couch to sit next to me. (Which is good since my lap is slowly but surely disappearing.)
We think he's a leftie. He does things with both hands but is so much better with his left.
He loves babies. He gets this big goofy grin whenever he sees a picture of a baby. I hope that is a sign of good things to come.
He likes to look at pictures we have on our digital photo frame and frequently asks me to turn it on.
That's it. Hope you enjoyed a little slice of our day!