Small snippets of family time

Corey is so very busy the past little while, it's been a little frustrating for me and the kids. Tack on that the weather is changing so we're inside a whole lot more, then my foot making me less likely to want to do anything extra. All this and more, and the kids are going a little stir-crazy.

After we picked Addie up from school today, Max started crying when we turned down our street, as if to say, "What?! We're going back to that dump? Let's do something funnnnn!!" So I decided to do something fun. Corey picked up a couple pumpkins Monday night while stocking up on prunes for Hudson (note previous post) and we've been putting off carving so we could do it with Daddy. Mostly because I can't police two kids trying to carve pumpkins while Hudson is yelling for attention. Thankfully, the stars aligned this afternoon. Hudson took a beautiful nap right when I had an hour of nothing to do (if you don't count cooking, but I figured we had enough leftovers we were covered). Corey got home right near the end, about the time when my indulgent attitude was being smothered by my we-are-doing-this-my-way attitude.

Here are the results! We waited till it was very dark out, then lit the pumpkins. They looked sooo cool! I took the picture, then realised my flash is way too good. It was raining out, so very few pics worked before we dashed back in. I turned off the flash for the last one, pretty cool!

Fun times, trials, and accomplishments!

My baby is getting so fun, I love the few chances I get alone to play with him. This Sunday Hudson was so very giggly, thankfully I thought to whip out the camera to catch it.

Our version of peek-a-boo

And then, the not so fun part of my week. A week ago Monday, I was running to Max to prevent him from throwing a tantrum next to Hudson's room while said baby was napping. In my haste (temper) I stormed after him, and crushed my toe into the door jamb. Thankfully, I was talking on the phone at the time so my vocabulary was kept in check.

The results -- my first broken bone. Poor little pinky toe, all bashed up. And it hurts!! I have a friend that has had MULTIPLE broken toes (like every single one, I think), and I don't know how she handled it. Maybe this is harder because I'm a run-around mom and can't take a break to feel better. Probably not, Amber is the toughest lady I know. I was advised by our friend, the podiatrist, that I should keep my foot up and iced 3 times a day, take ibuprofen to keep swelling down, and take it easy. Yeah, right! I haven't iced it since Wednesday, I keep forgetting to take meds, and I have to run Addie (and therefore Max and Hudson, too) to and from school each afternoon. By the end of the day, my whole body is screaming because I'm keeping my weight off one side, walking crooked on my injured foot, and my kids can't help but trip over/step on/bump into my foot 74 times a day!

Here's a picture after 7 days, I even painted my toenails so I wouldn't feel so pathetic...

Enough complaining about my woes, onto Hudson's woes! Poor kid is constipated. Sorry to anyone too sensitive to read about poop, but that's just part of the life of a mama. I've even been feeding him prunes (which he loves, so that's okay) and pumping him full of prune juice, to no avail. If there are any other ideas to clean him out, please let me know. His doctor wants to control this with diet, so I guess we wait.

Here he is, loving his prunes! Note how dirty my own hand is, he seems desperate for those spoonfuls of cereal. I must not be fast enough for his taste.

Lastly, we enjoyed another group doctor's appointment. Why didn't I learn the last time? Oh, well, we all survived.

Addie got a flu shot. No tears, just a grouchy "ouch!" barked at the nurse (yes, one nurse to administer six shots to three different children... smart). Max got a flu shot and two other shots AND had blood taken for a lead test. He just watched the lab tech draw the blood, no flinching or anything, but he did cry a little with the shots. Mainly because it was one after another instead of all at the same time. And Hudson had an oral vaccine and two shots. And he cried the worst! Good thing I'm immune to crying by this point (or at least desensitized).

Stats: Hudson weighed in at 18 lbs 12 oz which puts him in the 75th percentile. He is 28 1/2 in so that's the 95th percentile, and his head is in the 80th.

Max is a tank. He weighs 33 lbs 4 oz, which is the 90th percentile, 36 1/2 in tall also the 90th percentile, and his head is 75th percentile. While this is just SOOOO big, his doc assured me that there's nothing to worry about, as his growth is steady and he is proportional... big all around! Compare him to his sister that is twice his age, she weighs 35 lbs and is 39 in tall... soon to be surpassed by little bro!

Speaking of being desensitized, I saw this commercial and started laughing hysterically!! Aside from the sitting on her bed doing nothing, this is totally a scene out of my own life. Can any of you relate?

Too busy for naps!

I have just clued in to why Hudson can get soooooo needy and whiny 'all of a sudden.' He's tired! Why don't I try putting him down for a nap more often? Because I feel like a slave to my schedule. I guess I figure that if I put him down for a nap an hour before I have to wake him up, he'll learn poor sleeping habits. But if I extend his time between naps just to try to get him to nap longer when I can, maybe he'll learn to deal without naps... and that would be tragic! I value nap time more than any other time of the day (even more than bed time, probably because I'm so pooped by this time that there's no productivity even though the kids are sleeping). Even with this realization, I've still been putting him off his needs.

See...

One of the many times that I've just ignored Hudson's fussing while trying to accomplish something (I think I was making dinner this time). He's sitting up pretty much by himself now, but I still leave the Boppy around him for those times that he turfs it. I realized he was being quiet, so I came in to check and found this scene. See all the presents on and around him? The kids can't quite tune out his neediness like I can (should I brag about or apologize for this?)

Interpretation

I don't think she remembered we signed her up for ballet...

Funny girl!

Is this one really ours?

When Addie was born, the hospital was having a hard time drawing blood from her heel. They tried several times, and finally decided to take her to the nursery for this (I think we were making the nurse nervous after a few failed attempts). Corey's mom didn't like this and sent Corey to monitor this activity. She instructed him to not let Addie out of his sight, for fear of a baby switch. I kind of laughed at this, but the idea was planted.

When I was recovering in the hospital with Hudson, this thought came back full force. I was marveling over my beautiful boy, when I noticed a scratch on his face. Later that day, after getting him back from his circumcision, I started wondering... He was born looking exactly like Max, but was starting to lose that look. And his scratch was gone! I'll bet I searched his face for an hour or more, looking for an expression or something that would reassure me. I blame this on postpartum hormones.

Since then, I've stopped wondering.

Look at these two!! Think there's a little family resemblance?

Here's Max at about the same age, for comparison.

There are a few more things that have thrown me for a loop. Like the fact that Hudson really doesn't prefer his binky. Isn't it just a matter of giving him the binky, like his brother and sister? They loved loved loved theirs, right from the beginning. Not Hudson, he's just as happy chewing on his fist (please don't become a thumb sucker, please please!!).

And there's the fact that he's my first baby that would go to sleep by himself, just needed to be laid down in a swaddle (another first, the others never liked swaddling) and he would put himself to sleep.

Now, he's cut his first tooth. He's only 5 months old. This is the first time his individualism is making me nervous. Addie and Max both got their first tooth right before turning one, so I just assumed that's how my kids would be. Never would I have to worry about getting nipped during nursing, since I don't make it much past 6 months. Wish me luck!

Here's my cutie in action

Bro-mancing the playdough

Max has a boyfriend. Seeing as he's a two year old, I think it's okay. We love Kevin, and Kevin tolerates Max's craziness so well. We watched him this Monday so his mom could clean and check out of their old apartment and officially be homeowners. This was great to keep Max happy, and since I made a HUGE batch of edible playdough the kids had lots of fun.






Aren't they cute?



Maybe I should add salt so he'll quit eating it.





Kevin does the best 'cheese' face ever!

Edible playdough

3 1/2 cups Creamy Peanut Butter
4 cups powdered sugar
4 cups powdered milk
3 1/2 cups corn syrup