tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72111889652770186342023-11-16T03:49:09.598-08:00Weekends at HomeLaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-7280566231273255862014-03-22T00:50:00.003-07:002014-03-22T00:50:35.749-07:00Shoshana 7 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Shosh turned 7 months old on February 13th, 2014.<br />
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Here are the things that happened in her life in the month leading up to that:<br />
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The first thing is a sad bit of news. On January 19th, Gert, our pug, went to go live with some friends of ours. It was a tough decision for us to make, but she had been slowly and progressively getting worse with the kids. It got to the point where she bit Judah and broke the skin. She just slowly became less and see tolerant of the them and she even started to snap at Shosh when she would accidentally hit her with her foot. It was all very sad. We have had her since she was a puppy, but we felt that keeping her would just make her even more resentful/aggressive towards kids and it just wasn't what was best for Gert or for us. Luckily, we have super awesome friends who LOVE animals, do not have any kids, and just so happened to have a pug on their pet wish list. We feel like we gave Gertie a good life and now have given her a better life by having her live with Joy and Brad (Thanks, guys!). She is very happy there. She gets a lot more attention (from grown ups, not toddlers trying to pick her up or play with her by pulling her leg). She has made friends with their dog, who has a lot more energy and loves to play (unlike our lump of a saint bernard). There are also 3 cats that she is slowly winning over. I hear two of them will even sit on the couch near her. We definitely miss her, but know that it was the right decision.<br />
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I was originally planning on making the bit about Gert into its own post, but I have yet to go through and pull out a bunch of photos of her through the years, so I figure I better just include it in here or I who knows when I will get around to it.<br />
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Anyway, after that bit of sadness, on with more normal baby type stuffs.<br />
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Shosh had some super fun sleeping habits this month! Except not at all.<br />
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She definitely had a sleep regression going on. Or maybe she was having a growth spurt? Or maybe sleep regression because of growth spurt? Who knows. Babies are hard to figure out sometimes.<br />
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She was waking up every one and half to three hours... and then nursing for 30 plus minutes. No long chunks of sleep for her... or me.<br />
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She also went through a stint of being awake from anywhere from two to four hours straight in the middle of the night. So much fun! She wasn't super colicky or upset, just AWAKE. So very awake. She wanted to just hang out and be held and look around her dark room and, you know, maybe play with your face and pull your hair. FUN.<br />
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This month she was able to sit on her own for longer chunks and even play with toys by herself, which is a very cute and handy development.<br />
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She went on her first hike this month to<a href="http://www.laceymonroephotography.com/2014/03/latourell-falls-columbia-gorge-family-photographer/"> Latourelle Falls, which I wrote a short blog post about on my photography business website.</a> She was not into it. She either cried or nursed while I had her in the front carrier (<a href="http://www.becobabycarrier.com/cat-13/gemini">a beco gemini</a>, which I highly recommend, by the way). We turned back early because she was being such a pill, which turned out to be a good thing anyway since the trail was iced over and pretty treacherous if we had continued on.<br />
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We were a better about having her use her potty this month. She would go a couple of times a day, usually we had the best luck after nursing or napping.<br />
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She now takes baths with Judah every night. It has certainly made the bedtime routine easier now that they can do that together.<br />
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She was not really into eating real food. We are not sure what about it she doesn't find appealing: the flavor? The texture? All we do know is that girl is not a fan of avocados! Or bananas. Or any other food we put in front of her. She will always try what we gave her. After a couple of times of trying to get it into her mouth she eventually would make contact, but then spit it right back out and just make the most disgusted face.<br />
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Snow. It happened. It was lame. She was sick. Judah was sick. They ended up with ear infections. Willie and I had colds. We all were sick. <a href="http://weekendsathome.blogspot.com/2014/02/snow.html">I blogged about it here</a>.<br />
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So there you have it. January/February was not the most awesome time at our house. We had to give away our pug, there was very little sleeping going on, and everyone was sick at one point or another. Yeesh, no wonder I wasn't feeling super pumped about writing this entry.<br />
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On the plus side, Shosh is adorable and generally a very cheerful and easy baby. And she is cute, strike that, she is freaking adorable. I sure do love her so. She is doted on by everyone in the house (well except the cats and the fish, but I'm not counting them).<br />
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Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-23102604388249154952014-02-23T00:22:00.000-08:002014-03-03T19:51:36.978-08:00Shoshana at 6 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have to admit, I'm feeling pretty uninspired to write. It is so tempting just to put up a set of photos and call it good, but I know I will regret not having written anything when I look back on this later.<br />
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So, I will keep the notes on Shosh at 6 months brief (and hopefully I won't kick myself later for not adding in more details). Shosh turned 6 months on 1/13/14.<br />
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She is a big fan of making the "bbbbbb" sound.<br />
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She has discovered how to YELL. And she does it. Often. Just for fun. It is noticeably different than when she is upset and crying. It is pretty funny... see also: loud.<br />
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I guess she was really into sounds this month, because my third note I made was she makes the "bwa-bwa-bwa" sound on repeat.<br />
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She went through a not so fun phase of waking up before 7am.<br />
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She must have gained some core strength/balance because this month she was able to sit for longer periods of time.<br />
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Shoshana became interested in toys.<br />
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Shosh also became very interested in grabbing. She grabs all the things: hair, mouth, face, clothing, her feet...<br />
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Apparently she gained a sense of humor this month because she started giggling at everything. She finds Judah to be especially hilarious. I feel like she is easier to get to giggle than Judah was as a baby. Bill was always good at getting Judah to giggle, but I had a tougher time, with Shosh it is musch easier. Maybe we have just improved our comedic timing for babies.<br />
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Shoshi started wearing her 9 months clothes.<br />
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We started having a dedicated book reading time before bed (Goodnight Moon). She gets lots of random book time when we read with Judah throughout the day, but now we are working on incorporating reading into her bedtime routine. She is trying to incorporate book eating.<br />
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Shosh had her very first real bath this month, with Judah no less! It took 6 months, but our baby has now officially been in water and cleaned with soap. She still gets coconut oiled after bath time though.<br />
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When on her stomach she can fully extend her arms to push herself up, like cobra pose. Her butt is still down though. We still have awhile until she will be crawling (phew!).<br />
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We wait until Shosh was 6 months to introduce food. We follow <a href="http://www.babyledweaning.com/">baby led weaning</a>, so no mushy baby food for her. The evening of the 13th we gave her avocado slices to try. She was pretty unimpressed with them. She preferred just sucking on her fingers. When she actually managed to get the avocado in her mouth she looked utterly disgusted and spat it back out. Silly baby.<br />
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I have a couple of posts that should come before this one (Shosh at 6 months, and one on Gert), but I don't have the photos prepped for them yet. Instead, let me tell you about this one time that it snowed. I'm sure you had noooo idea that it snowed in Portland the other week. It wasn't on the news or anything. And they definitely didn't call it Snowmageddon or Snowpocalypse or anything silly like that. Side eye to Portland news and media outlets. Major side eye.<br>
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A few days before the snow hit, Judah came down with a nasty cold that his friends from school had shared with him (and everyone else). He had already missed one day of school from it when the storm hit. He then ended up missing a week more. He was also nice enough to share his cold with Shosh... and then Bill and I as well. So nice of him!<br>
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Turned out the cold developed into ear infections for both kids (in both ears). Between sick kids, sick parents, severe lack of sleep (due to aforementioned sick kids), and being house bound it was a pretty miserable week. The kids were super needy and grouchy. Bill and I were super tired (and therefore grouchy) and we were all together. In the house. For a very long time.<br>
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These photos are from the only time the kids even went out into the snow... and they only lasted about 30 minutes or so. They definitely look a bit pathetic and sickly in these photos, even if they were having a good time.<br>
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There was one member of our house who loved the snow though: Ralph. That guy is all about it! It turns him into a puppy. He runs (and trust when I say he NEVER runs) and plays and fetches and is just generally adorable and snow dog-errific.<br>
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I'm happy to report that everyone is pretty much healthy again. Judah finished the last of his antibiotics for his ear infections this evening, but Shosh still has a few more days left of hers.<br>
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<br>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-68663933851548452622014-02-16T20:16:00.000-08:002014-02-16T20:54:34.188-08:00ChristmasThis was our first Christmas together that we spent Christmas morning in our own house! It is definitely the way to go. I think next year we are going to go all out and spend ALL DAY at our house. <div>
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When we lived in Tacoma we always came down to Oregon before Christmas and spent a few days (or however much time our schedules allowed). We would split our time going back and forth between my parents' house and Bill's parents' house, which is only about 5 miles apart, but still, back & forth, and back & forth, and back & forth. It tends to get a bit tiring. Then, once we had Judah it was even more tiring to go from one place to the other on holidays. We never got to really settle in an relax at either place as we were always worried about timing and making sure we would be at the right house for the right activity. Blah. Enough of that. With Shosh's arrival there was no way were going to go back and forth between the two houses on Christmas day, so we spent the morning at our own house and then went to Bill's parents' house that afternoon. Later in the week, once my brother and niece were in town we celebrated Christmas with my family (my sister-in-law had to make a last second trip back to China because her dad had heart surgery. The surgery went well and she was able to be there to help him recover, but that is why she ended up missing Christmas state-side). </div>
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One neat thing about this year was it was the first time Judah has really gotten into the whole thing. We sang a lot of Christmas songs, had a countdown calendar where we hung felt ornaments on a felt tree, talked about Santa and presents (What do you want Santa to bring you, Judah? "Presents" What kind of presents? "Toys" What kind of toys? "Blue and green toys" Uh, okay...). Every day he wanted to turn on our Christmas lights and would often get busted taking ornaments off the tree. Our fragile ornaments will have to stay in hiding for a number of years still. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa only brought Shosh one present- a Baby's First Christmas ornament</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was suppose to be a photo of my parents with all their grandkids, but Azalea refused to be in it without her dad. haha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ahh, the smell of new books... or something like that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We dressed Shosh in the same outfit Judah wore for his first Christmas. Also, when Shosh makes this face we think she looks like the baby dinosaur from the 90s show Dinosaurs</td></tr>
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Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-17052286832290989842014-02-16T19:41:00.002-08:002014-02-16T19:41:56.887-08:00Valentine's DayI posted about Judah making homemade valentines over on my photography blog <a href="http://www.laceymonroephotography.com/2014/02/homemade-valentines-milwaukie-family-photographer/">HERE</a>, but seeing as it is also related to what I talk about on this site (that is: an online baby book/document of their lives) I figured I shouldn't neglect posting about it on this blog too... well, at posting a link to it. Good enough.<br />
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But, wait! BONUS! Photos I did not post on my other site... I bet you could never guess why they didn't make the cut on my professional site. Oh, little dudes with colds. So gross. I'm just have to remind myself to be thankful that when/if he gets anything he only wipes them (on his cheek for unknown reasons, but, you now, at least he isn't putting them other places... like his mouth *VOMIT*).<br />
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<br />Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-21117830151879734462014-02-10T20:21:00.000-08:002014-02-10T20:21:32.705-08:00Judah at two and a half<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I feel like it is time for a Judah update now that he is a Big Boy (his words and he will absolutely correct you if you call him a baby. He corrects me constantly. Trust.). He turned two and a half on December 21st. As a big boy there is definitely no need to record a play by play of his development each month, but half a year seems like a good check in time.<br />
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Judah now sings. All. The. Time. We are not a singing family. I take requests from him (ABCs, Old McDonald, and whatnot) but I don't just randomly burst into song. If you have ever heard my singing voice you would know that there is a good reason for this. However, Judah is all about it. We can certainly credit him going to school with the increased singing. He's pretty funny because sometimes he knows the general sounds but doesn't really get that they are words, or sometimes he just has just has one or two lines that he just repeats. He also will make up nonsense word songs or make up songs about his life. One of my personal favorites goes a little something like this:<br />
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Mommy, Daddy<br />
Judah, Shoshi,<br />
Ralphie, Gertie,<br />
Kitties, fish<br />
That's all of us<br />
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It's a pretty catchy little ditty. Sometimes he will insist I sing him a song and he will tell me either the title or a line from the song and I have no clue what he is referring to (what with his penchant for getting the words wrong). Then he will get so pissed that I can't sing it. At times I am able to get him to sing it enough that I can piece together what song it he wants. That is what happened with Wee Willie Winkie. I swear I had never heard that nursery rhyme before, but I got him to sing it enough times that I could fully understand enough words to google it and found out what it was.<br />
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His vocabulary has grown in leaps and bounds (again, I think school has a lot to do with this). However, his pronunciation has not kept pace, so there are lots of words that sound identical to others and for the life of me, I cannot figure out what he is saying. It was a lot easier when he was just with me all the time because I had more of a context for the words and they were words I tend to use, but now he comes home with all sorts of new words. Usually we are able to figure it out, but every once in a while he has us completely stumped. His current favorite exclamation is "shit box", which he learned from Willie. We both find it pretty hilarious. It also took us a bit to figure out what he was saying, we thought for sure he was telling us "sit in box". We were wrong.<br />
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Judah now refers to his left and right. Sometimes he even refers to them correctly! This also makes him quite the back seat driver.<br />
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I am sad to say that he no longer naps during the day. It took about a month of battling him on it and always losing (he napped 3 times that month: the first day of preschool and twice when sick). It just wasn't worth it to fight him on it everyday. He got mad. I got frustrated. No one was relaxing. He also learned the neat trick of pooping in his diaper as a way to get out of nap time. So awesome! With nap time getting the kibosh, we moved his bedtime up a bit earlier and called it good. He is usually in bed around 7 and sleeps until 7:30ish, so we really can't complain.<br />
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He is still in his crib at night. His crib is super deep and he has yet to be able to get out of it. We plan on keeping him his crib as long as we can. I'm not pumped on the idea of him having access to the house while we are still sleeping. I will definitely need to do some refining on my child proofing once we get to that point. He also still wears a diaper at night. Some mornings it is still dry and some mornings it is soaked. He hasn't quite gotten to the point where he can hold it that long or be awake enough during the night to ask to go. Besides, I don't really want to get up to help him go in the middle of the night as I am awake more than enough with Shosh as is thankyouverymuch.<br />
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Judah picks out his own outfits. Some days he just goes for whatever is on top in his drawers, but other times he specifically seeks out a shirt or pants. Of course, there are also days where he is not into wearing clothes at all and then it is up to Bill or I to pick out an outfit and wrangle him into it.<br />
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He is really into puzzles at the moment. I was surprised to find that he can do conventional style puzzles (as opposed to baby puzzles of putting a shape/number/letter into a pre-fit spot on a board). He is also very much into trains, cars, and mini plastic animals. He engages in imagination play with them and it is pretty adorable. He will play on his own and we will just kind of eavesdrop on him as he has animal families go on adventures or get ready for bed. It's so neat watching him make sense of the world around him through play.<br />
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At two and a half Judah was going through a not so awesome stage of ripping up books. He had some paper backs in his collection. He now no longer has any paper back in his collection. He even tore up some board books. We have worked out system now where he is free to rip up his magazines once he is done with them, but books are not to be ripped!<br />
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Judah continues to be a big fan of Shosh. He is always hugging and kissing her. He tackles her and we are convinced she will cry, but instead she busts out laughing. She thinks he is just the funniest thing in the world. Of course, he also gets jealous of her and will rip toys out of her hands (which, again, she tends to think is hilarious).<br />
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He watches more TV than I would like to admit, but so it goes. Some days he won't watch any (and I feel like I win at being a mom!) and other days he watches hours of it in the morning and afternoon (these days are usually after I have been up ALL NIGHT with Shosh and just don't have the energy/patience to engage). I try not to beat myself up over the days he watches too much. I'm definitely thankful that he goes to school now so I can focus on Shosh during that time without him being parked in front of cartoons on OPB.<br />
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Judah counts up to 20 now, but I think he really only has one to one correspondence up to ten. The teens can get a bit garbled, but more often than not he gets them in the correct order. He is always practicing his letter sounds. He will see a letter and then repeats the letter sounds at us. It makes me wonder how old he will be when he starts reading cvc words. My guess is he will have some down by the time he is 3.<br />
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Oh, and somehow I forgot to put these photos in Shosh's 5 month post... so here they are now instead (photos taken on 12/13/13)<br />
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The beginning of Shoshana's fifth month of life kicked off with quite the event- a nasty case of croup and a middle of the night trip to the ER. What fun!<br>
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Judah had brought home a cold from preschool earlier in the week (which turned into a double ear infection for him, poor dude). He was kind enough to share his cold with the rest of us. Shosh was bit congested and snotty but nothing crazy.<br>
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Then in the middle of the night (maybe around 2 am or so) I wake up to non-stop racking coughs coming over the monitors. It took me few drowsy moments to realize that the coughing was coming from Shosh, not Judah as I first suspected. I went into her room to find her doing that oh so recognizable barking cough of croup. Such a drop in the stomach feeling to find your baby struggling to breath.<br>
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Judah had croup one time about a year ago, so at least this time we knew what it was and knew what we could do. We bundled her up and took her outside into the cold night air. He sat with her for about 15 minutes and then brought her back in. I would be hard pressed to say if her cough improved at all from that.<br>
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We knew we needed to take her in, but weren't sure if we could just manage on our own until morning and bring her in during normal office hours (and avoid the extra cost of a ER trip). I called the advice nurse (or on call doctor? I don't remember know) for our doctor's office. She listened to Shosh breath and told me in no uncertain terms to CALL 911! Of course, this made me freak the fuck out. I mean, c'mon, a medical official is telling me to call 911. Don't wait until morning. Don't drive her to the ER myself. Call 911 NOW. I made Bill call as I was too freaked to do it myself.<br>
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The paramedics arrived a few minutes later, examined her and confirmed that she had croup (duh). They were nice guys and leveled with us that officially they have to recommend that they take her in the ambulance to the ER, but unofficially we would be fine taking her in on our own. So I took her in to Randall's while Bill stayed home with Judah (who slept through the whole fiasco).<br>
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We were seen right away and, as it turned out, by the same dr we saw last year when we brought Judah in during the middle of the night. I understand that the advice nurse had to play it safe and couldn't just say we could bring her in, because if something did happen she would potentially be liable (I guess?), but, still, so lame. Our healthcare system (and insurance too) is such a frustrating joke at times (read: all the time).<br>
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Okay, well other than that episode of extreme lameness Shosh's month was pretty much par for the developmental course. She developed a penchant for sleeping on her side.<br>
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Occasionally she would end up flipping all the way onto her belly when she attempted to side roll, get stuck, and then cry until someone (ahem, me) would come rescue her. She would also sometimes get her legs or arms stuck in the slats of her crib from all that rolling. Again, she would cry until I would come rescue her.<br>
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With all this night time rolling practice she became adept at rolling both directions. What a champ!<br>
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Shosh discovered her tongue this month. So many exciting things to discover when you are a baby. Once she figured out what it was and that, in fact, she could control it, she began to stick it out at us. All. The. Time. She definitely has a Monroe tongue. Both her dad and her auntie Em have oddly long tongues, which she seems to have inherited as well. I swear she can touch the tip of her chin with it!<br>
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By the end of the month she had progressed from being a side sleeper, to a full on belly sleeper. I guess it runs in the family as that is how both Willie and I prefer to sleep as well.<br>
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She got over her croup and was healthy for a week or so, but then got another cold (courtesy of her brother yet again). I was convinced she would end up with croup, but I'm glad to report that it was just a normal cold and never developed into croup.<br>
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When Shosh was a newborn we tried to EC her as often as we could. I found it awkward holding her over a potty since she was so small, but would hold her over an open diaper and cue her to pee in that. We found it tough to do much pottying with her after those first few weeks, because we had to split our attention between her and her brother and could not just sit there holding her for extended amounts of time waiting for her to pee... This month we started to slowly get back into it, as it was easier to sit her on her little potty.<br>
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Shoshana's nightly routine continued to consist of a warm washcloth rub and coconut oil. Still no immersion bath for her, not that anyone ever would have been able to guess that in 5+ months our daughter had never been in a tub or had soap on her. She was clean and happy and smelled like a yummy little coconut.<br>
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From the first month or so we were pretty sure she was going to have brown eyes like her brother (and me). The inner part of the iris turned brown pretty quickly, but then it just kind of stopped. When Judah was 5 months his eyes had fully turned brown, but Shosh's still have that newborn gray ringing her outer iris. I'm guessing she will wind up with hazel eyes. My dad's eyes are hazel and all of Bill's family has light eyes (either blues or greens). Who knows when that outer color will develop.<br>
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The month ended with Shosh waking up every morning at 6 am. She would be up for about an hour. Once I finally would get her back to sleep and crawl back into bed myself, boom, Judah would be up and ready to start his day. Kids and sleep, man. Kids and sleep.Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-67074287363051342612014-01-16T11:00:00.000-08:002014-01-16T18:07:56.403-08:00RalphRalph is one handsome beast.<br>
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Judah's lips got so dry and chapped that he woke up from his nap and they were all bloody. Poor guy.<br>
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Getting toddlers dressed is always super fun. Always.<br>
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Nope. Just kidding. I lied about that last part.<div><br></div><div>Oh, and, by the way, these photos are back from when Shosh turned 4 months....</div>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-5877070120501621322014-01-15T19:08:00.000-08:002014-01-15T19:42:08.880-08:004 months- Actually about Shosh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay. Here is my second attempt at the Shosh is 4 months old post. Last time we covered the annual taking of the holiday card photos. This time I will actually focus on what Shosh was up to during her 4th month of life.<br>
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She had her second sleep over at my parents' house. Again, it was due to me second shooting a wedding and Bill having to work on a weekend. It didn't go great her first time around and the second time was even worse. She is now banned from sleeping over at my parents' house until she is older. She slept maybe 3 hours from 2 to 5 am. The rest was in piddly little chunks while being held, but not so much on her own. Shoshi fail.<br>
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She developed a bald spot on the back of her head. It is from where her hair rubs off while she sleeps on her back at night.<br>
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She also started a super fun new habit (read: super lame) of waking up at 5 am every morning and just being up for about an hour or so before finally going back to sleep. Of course, once I would finally get her down and get myself back to bed Judah would wake up and I was begrudgingly forced to start my day. I'm glad to say this fun little habit only lasted a few weeks. Oh, babies, and their ever changing sleep patterns!<br>
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Shoshana decided it was no longer cool to just peacefully hang out in her baby bjorn bouncer during meals and insisted on being held instead. Luckily for her, she is extremely cute and cuddly. Unluckily for us, it is very difficult to cut food one handed or deal with a toddler.<br>
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This month Shosh started doing what we term the Gorilla Sit. It includes an extreme lean forward and resting a lot of weight on her hands... and only lasts a few seconds at most. But, whatever. It counts as sitting up!<br>
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The great drool also began this month. Babies get teething symptoms long before they actually get teeth. Judah was the same way. It was right around 4 months that we first bought him an amber teething necklace and it was right around 4 months that we passed on his necklace to Shosh. She still has more drool than he ever did, but it definitely lessens when we remember to put on her necklace.<br>
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One bittersweet event this month was having her move into her nursery. Up until that point she had been in a pack and play right next to my side of the bed. It was very convenient for me to get up with her during the night. However, she was starting to sleep less soundly and would wake up when Bill or I would come to bed or when Bill woke up early for work in the morning. Therefore, in the interest of more sleep for all involved she moved down the hall into her own room.<br>
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With Judah we did a lot of prep getting his nursery just right. We tore up the carpet and refinished the floors. We painted the walls, ceiling, and trim. We hung curtains, shelves, and pictures. For Shosh we... shoved boxes to the back corner of her room. Sorry, little girl, but that is what happens when A) you are baby #2 and B) move into a new house the month before you are born. Eventually we will get the room looking cute. Same goes for Judah's room. And our room. And the basement. And on and on.<br>
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Shosh also started rolling onto her side when I would lay her down in her crib. I would put her down flat on her back and her knees would instantly tuck up toward her chest and she would roll right up onto her side and fall asleep. It was adorable.<br>
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I actually don't feel super behind about this post, because I was purposefully holding off on sharing any photos of Shosh at 4 months until after the holidays because I used images from this shoot for our holiday cards and for Christmas presents for our families.<br>
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For those of you who don't get our holiday card these are the two photos we used:<br>
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You may not be able to tell from the above photos, but Judah was being a giant turkey about getting his photo taken that day. It was tough because I wanted to get images of them together and Shosh was extremely limited in what she could do (see: lay on the ground or precariously sitting for maybe 5 seconds). Judah just wanted to be a two year old and do anything but lay still next to Shosh. Weird, I know. Once I finally got them in position on the floor next to each other and I got Shosh to look at me and smile, Judah fully fell apart.<br>
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And thus concluded our attempt at a group shot that day. He started really crying/whining at me right after I took the above photo.<br>
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I got some cute individual shots of them. Judah was definitely much better about taking photos when he could, you know, STAND and move around and be himself.<br>
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When Ralph barks at something outside, Judah will often go up to him, pet him, and say "It's okay, Ralphie. It's okay." Awww. Of course, the rest of the time he starts *fake* crying and yells at Ralph to be quiet.<br>
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Shosh was very happy to just lay on the ground... because she is a baby. And such a happy baby at that. She is also a big fan of holding her own hand.<br>
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She is much better at sitting when propped up against the couch. So we decided to see if we could get Judah to sit next to her...<br>
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Nope! Not really what we meant at all, Judah.<br>
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And, just like that, they were both over it.<br>
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I decided to tempt the fates and try again the next day in an effort to get some better photos of them together. This time I took them outside.<br>
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This was the only group one I got. We tried to have Judah hold Shosh so she could sit in his lap, but he was just being a goof and falling over and rolling around whenever we tried to sit Shosh down with him.<br>
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So we let her sit by herself instead. What you can't see is Willie just off camera continually readjusting her, because she was ALWAYS about to fall.<br>
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When we made Judah sit on the ground he discovered what great fun it is to rip up grass (and throw it at us and his sister).<br>
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I like that even though Judah is 2 and half, he still really enjoys answering the "How big is Judah?" question with a smile and hands up high as he squeals "So big!"<br>
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Well, I'm going to leave the write up about what Shosh was up to when she hit 4 months for another post. This one ended up being pretty long (with far too many pictures) and Shosh has recently decided getting up by 6am (or earlier) is what all the cool kids do, which means I really need to go to bed early... Like I should already be in bed asleep an hour ago early. Sigh.<br>
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I'm just glad it's only her that wakes up so early. He usually sleep in until around 8 (atta, boy!).Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-70301502323169080562013-12-31T15:22:00.000-08:002014-01-03T21:57:41.136-08:00Shosh at 3 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Shoshana turned 3 months on October 13th. It's crazy to just go back and edit these now that she is 5 and half months and see how much she has changed.<br />
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Even though I haven't been writing blog posts, I have been making notes under each month heading for Shosh, so I can remember what she was up to during that month.<br />
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When she was 3 months she had just recently gotten into holding her own hands. Surprise, I thought it was adorable.<br />
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She also started babbling. Surprise, I also found this to be very very cute.<br />
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She developed some light cradle cap right at her hairline. Nothing too bad and I could just pick off any that was snuck down past her hair.<br />
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She rolled from her belly onto her back for the very first time! She didn't do it often, but it happened and both Willie and I were able to witness it.<br />
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She giggled for the first time... for Willie! I didn't even get to see it, because it happened while I was giving Judah a bath. I could hear it happening though. Try as I might, I was not able to get her to giggle for me.<br />
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Her eyes were starting to show the first hints of color. She had the newborn dark grey eyes for the first couple of months and by 3 months they had flecks of brown near the iris.<br />
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She was also big enough to start sitting in her bumbo. Judah didn't get much use out of the bumbo, as he was too fat. His little legs got stuck in the leg holes. He is actually better able to sit in the bumbo now at two than he was as a baby. Shosh is not a skinny baby by any means, but her legs are significantly less rolly-polly than Judah's were.<br />
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Another major event in Shoshana's life was her very first sleepover at my parents' house. It left something to be desired. Judah did fine (he has had many a sleepover at my parent's house and Bill's parents' house), but Shosh absolutely refused to go to sleep. Instead she yelled at my mom for her attempts in the matter. My mom eventually gave up after multiple tries and Shosh stayed up with my dad watching TV until after midnight. She eventually went to sleep (a good 5 hours past her normal bedtime) and then woke back up at 5 am and was up for the day (and she is normally not an early morning riser).<br />
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We did not intend for Shosh to have an overnight so early in her young little life, but circumstances arouse that made it necessary.<br />
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A little after Shosh turned a month old, I started second shooting and assisting at weddings. This was a nice way to ease back in to working. I was able to get out and shoot, but did not have to commit to any extra work time (such as all the time that comes with editing or communicating with clients). It was a nice set-up since I never knew how much time or energy (or sleep) I would be able to put forth in those early months. Plus, weddings are most often on the weekend which meant that Bill would be able to stay home with the kids.<br />
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However, Bill's work schedule is anything but regular and it turned out that out of the 8 wedding I worked on this year, Bill ended up working for more than half of them. Luckily, we have very supportive families who were able to step in and watch the kids (sometimes under extremely short notice as Bill's schedule can change without much notice).<br />
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<br />Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-38451996341278234532013-12-30T18:32:00.000-08:002014-01-03T21:58:52.405-08:00Happy New Year...uhh, or Happy Halloween. Whatever.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, since tomorrow is NYE, I thought it was a good time to <strike>recap 2013</strike> write about visiting the pumpkin patch and Halloween. Eh. So it goes.<br />
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We visited the pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island, just like I used to as a kid. Judah had fun seeing the animals in the barn: bunnies, chickens, goats, geese, and a llama- maybe a sheep too? It's been a while and I can't remember now. I guess that is why you should write things down right away, huh?<br />
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We then went and played in the mini hay maze and hay tower.<br />
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Then we went to the near field (instead of riding the tractor to the far fields) and let Judah pick out his own pumpkin. The only requirement is he had to carry it himself.<br />
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We helped him find a perfectly adorable, round, orange pumpkin, but when we were walking back to pay he found what he considered an even better pumpkin.<br />
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It fit in the palms of his hands and had a bonus rotting spot in back. Well, done, Judah. Nice pick. We tried to convince him that his first pumpkin was superior, but he wasn't having it. He loved his little pumpkin.<br />
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This was Judah's third Halloween, but the first time he has really gotten into it and understood that it is a special day. This was the first year we took him trick-or-treating, which he definitely got a kick out of.<br />
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We had some practice runs on trick-or-treating in the days leading up to Halloween. We would have him ring our own bell and say "trick-or-treat", "thank you", and "happy Halloween". One day, his Tito Kim and Auntie Katie were over, so he got practice with them, which made them and him very happy.<br />
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When the big day arrived, he was a bit apprehensive about going trick-or-treating. There was some definite fussing going on while we were getting ready to head out. After a visiting a few houses, he started to hit his stride and realized how awesome it was to get candy.<br />
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We didn't see a lot of other people while were out, because we went so early. However, we had no problem filling up his little bat candy bag (which only held 15 pieces or so of candy).<br />
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When we got home we let him pick one piece of candy to eat (he went with a bag of mini m&ms) and the rest we put away to dole out once a day (except he ended up forgetting the candy existed after 3 or 4 days).<br />
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We got him all ready for bed, but he was too psyched on having trick-or-treaters at the house to actually go to bed. We let him stay up and answer the door bell. I'm pretty sure he preferred handing out candy to actually going trick-or-treating himself.<br />
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We didn't get a ton of trick-or-treaters at the house, maybe only 20 or so. This was our first Halloween in our new house so we had no idea how many to expect. I was was hoping for more, but not surprised that we wound up with as many as we did.<br />
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Shosh is now the 3rd baby in the family to wear the panda costume for their first Halloween. The initial panda was her cousin Azalea (my brother's daughter), then Judah, and now Shosh.<br />
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Now we will have to pass it on to any future babies in the family. She was pretty ambivalent to the whole thing, which, of course, makes sense as she was only 3 and a half months old at the time.<br />
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<br />Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-15239417503794194302013-12-10T15:47:00.001-08:002013-12-10T15:52:12.167-08:00Tis the season... For sick kiddos.As you may have noticed, my posting has fallen far behind. Shosh is going to be 5 months on Friday, but I have yet to even post her 3 month photos. Sigh. <div><br></div><div>I have made drafts with reminders of what to write about for each month (things like rolling over or just general adorableness), so when I have the time to write I will actually be able to remember what happened in her little life. </div><div><br></div><div>It feels like lately has just been one big long bout of illness at our house. And when kids are sick, I get very little sleep (because they wake up 1,374 times a night). Then the personal blog is what gets left behind when I prioritize my to-do list. </div><div><br></div><div>It's a constant struggle trying to find balance when at home with two little ones, especially two sick little ones. Hopefully this current cold will run it's course quickly and their moods and sleep patterns will improve (and then my mood & sleep will too). </div><div><br></div><div>Umm, and here is a photo, because I know that is the only reason some of you even clicked on the link ;) </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MVJIJ77I4aCUGpehN4Nbjdck9QNXbVdiMI3kppBaSSFHl5S6UAJAIXRcmk_ME4dXvo9qHXqhFhQstWnFeOQvNxkYksN0WGCH-y3OYribhdMABmM_34vZi996j6EzrIFtvDjFrPLQcwM/s640/blogger-image--231590136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MVJIJ77I4aCUGpehN4Nbjdck9QNXbVdiMI3kppBaSSFHl5S6UAJAIXRcmk_ME4dXvo9qHXqhFhQstWnFeOQvNxkYksN0WGCH-y3OYribhdMABmM_34vZi996j6EzrIFtvDjFrPLQcwM/s640/blogger-image--231590136.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-50310177707460055842013-11-05T11:02:00.001-08:002013-11-05T11:23:13.483-08:00Judah, the preschooler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today was Judah's very first day of preschool, which I guess means he is no longer a toddler. He is now officially a preschooler.<br>
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He is at school right at the moment. For now, we are just doing two days a week and the program is mornings only. We were really psyched to find a Montessori Children's House not very far from our house with all the things we wanted (like half days, options on number of days per week, and, of course, being Montessori).<br>
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We visited twice last week. Once for a tour and then the next day for their Halloween party so we could meet the other kids and see how Judah did with them. He was super pumped for both visits, although he did cry the second time... but only because it was time to leave!<br>
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We were initially not planning on starting him right away. We figured we would start after the holidays, because then he would be two and a half (which is generally the earlist kids start). However, after visiting and observing how he did the teacher thought (and we agreed) that he was ready now. <div><br></div><div>I think it will be really great for him. He needs more social interaction with his peers. Right now he mostly hangs out with adults (as in his parents, grandparents, and aunties... & his Tito). He also hangs with a particular baby girl as well. Lately though, when we have been out and about he has been especially attentive to other kids. He has even gone so far as to very slowly approach a toddler while we were at a coffee shop and start talking with (at) her. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm definitely looking forward to having some one-on-one time with Shosh while he's away at school. It's amazing how easy one baby seems now, as opposed to when it was just Judah and me. Yay for experience! </div><div><br></div><div>I am also looking forward to getting work done while he's gone, both on my photography and just general house work. I am totally behind on blogging (which, I guess, is kind of the norm for me). I currently have three posts that I need to prep: Shosh at 3 months, our trip to the pumpkin patch, and Halloween. Hopefully, I will be able to catch up on those now... Well, maybe next week, since I don't have tons of time left today and Shosh has a doctor appointment during Judah's second day of school this week. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-14100698753760474862013-09-30T13:28:00.000-07:002013-09-30T16:40:43.362-07:00Toddler v. Camera<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Does anyone else out there have this issue? Whenever I bring out my dslr Judah starts freaking out about how he wants to take the picture. Like freaking out to the point of tantruming. It's awesome.<br>
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I got a new tilt-shift lens last week and was super excited to play around with it... but that didn't happen. Instead I have over 100 shots by Judah of the dogs and the rug and his feet and the walls. I have chosen to share just a few of his photos with you, because, honestly, his style gets a bit repetitive. And I doubt anyone wants to see a photo (or ten) of where the wall meets the ceiling. I think I got to take maybe 4 images that day. Maybe.<br>
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Now, I'm not totally insane. I don't let him actually hold the camera and carry it around. I hold it and he just gets to press the shutter. He will sometimes attempt to look through the viewfinder, but usually just smashes his nose up to it instead.<br>
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It's really too bad there cannot be a happy medium, but at this age it seems to be all or none. I want to encourage him to take photographs and I love seeing what he comes up with. When he gets older it will be great to share my love of photography with him. I have an old canon rebel that is just sitting on my shelf waiting for him to be old enough to use it without breaking it (by throwing it. Always with the throwing.) Until that day, he will have to be content with being my muse (ha!) and only having access to the camera on my iphone.Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-55852095708024213482013-09-28T14:12:00.000-07:002013-09-29T07:37:33.051-07:00Shoshana at 2 Months, The Sequel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I really meant to post this follow up a while ago. You know, when she really was freshly 2 months old. But, that just didn't end up happening. This month has been crazy busy. Bill has been working a ton of night shifts (including that 4 day trip to Tacoma that started the day Shosh hit two months). I honestly cannot even remember the last time he had two days off in a row. So, with me basically single parenting I didn't have a lot of spare time to spend on blogging. Thankfully, Bill is home all weekend! Yay! Plus, he took Thurs & Friday off too! Double yay! I spent the last two days catching up on errands and meetings, but now that it is Saturday (and both kids are napping. At. The. Same. Time. I know, right?), I actually have a moment to sit down and write this post.<br>
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So, Shosh is now 2 months old. Yup, this summer has flown by (what with moving, Judah turning two, and, you know, Shosh being born). Now the Autumn rain is starting. Well, right now it is actually storming. I just saw a huge pine branch break off an crash down in our backyard. The dogs got scared and started barking. Idiots.<br>
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Shoshana is still as cute as can be. And she is still a super easy, good natured baby. Which, I think you deserve if you have a two year old as well (even if your two year old is super awesome, they are still exhausting). She is fine just chilling in her baby bjorn bouncer chair. She only really fusses when she has a specific need that is not being met. Sometimes, when I am busy dealing with Judah and putting him down to for nap-time, she will be in her crib and be mildly upset. I know it will be quicker/easier to get him down first, so she just has to wait. Then when I finish with him she will have already gone to sleep and without ever getting super pissed of anything. I guess second babies learn quickly they just have to deal and make the best of it.<br>
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We haven't been doing very well with EC-ing her. It is just tough because we can't give her 100% of our time and attention. I can't sit there watching and waiting for her to pee so I can cue her with the 'pssss' sound, because I am also taking care of her brother, and the dogs, and the house, and maybe (if I'm lucky) myself. When one of us gets one on one time with her it is a lot easier to practice EC. Hopefully, our half-assed attempt will still pay dividends in the long run and the eventual transition from diapers to undies with be smooth and relatively painless.<br>
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She is doing lots of social smiles these days. Her little face lights up in a grin when she sees me or her dad after waking up from a nap. Same thing if you make little faces at her and silly noises. So cute.<br>
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She is still pretty much a champion sleeper. On average she wakes up around 3 times during the night. However, when Bill was in Tacoma she must have been taking pity on me and she only got up once all night every night he was gone! It was crazy (and awesome), but pretty much only lasted those few nights. Still, if was to happen at all those were definitely the nights I could use it the most.<br>
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Shoshi still hasn't had a full immersion soap and water bath. Her bedtime routine continues to be a warm washcloth bath, followed by a full body massage with coconut oil. And you know what? She still doesn't have baby acne or cradle cap!<br>
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Shosh is still barfing like a pro. I would say she averages at least one massive barf once every two days. There are little spit-ups here and there throughout the day, but those don't even rank. I'm talking about I need to go and change ALL of my clothes (and hers) because they are that saturated with barf. It is Exorcist style barfing (except it is white, instead of pea green, and her head doesn't spin around, but it does shoot out her nose).<br>
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She also is still quite gassy. It is weird, as her poop smells pretty inoffensive (as it is breast-milk poo), but her farts smell like rotten broccoli. You would think they would smell the same, but not so much (or at all, really). Sometimes I will put her down after nursing when it is time for her to sleep and she will be fussing slightly. Then she will fart, relax, and go right to sleep. The other night she actually woke herself up after she farted (just like a dog!). Silly gassy girl.<br>
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Shoshana still sleeps in her play-yard next to my side of the bed. We had to put her bassinet away, as she quickly outgrew it. When Judah hit two months we transitioned him out of our room and play-yard, and into his nursery and crib. We have no such plans with her. It help that our bedroom in this house is just that much bigger, so we can easily fit her play-yard and a nursing chair. When we had Judah we also still had both dogs in kennels in our room with us. He also woke quite a bit more and was more sensitive to when Bill had to get up in the morning for work (or when he came home in the middle of the night after a night shift). Shosh just sleeps through it (again, I'm not sure how much of that is due to the different layout/configuration of our room and how much is just that they are different little people).<br>
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Hopefully going forward I can actually write these posts closer to her actual monthly birthday. Oh well, at least I got photos of her on the 13th.<br>
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Did I mention she really likes sucking on her hand?Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-4916733614624103312013-09-13T22:39:00.000-07:002013-09-13T22:39:23.612-07:00Shoshana at 2 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Shosh turned two months old today. She is great. I love her lots and lots and lots. And she is still a super easy baby. Yay, thanks baby girl!<br />
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I took photos of her today. I'll post more later, as well as, write more about what is going on in her cute little life. However, besides being her two month birthday, today was also the day Bill had to leave for Tacoma for work... for the next four nights. Ugh. So I am solo parenting until he gets back. This is the longest I will have been alone with both kids. Actually, it is the longest Bill has been away from Judah. Ever. Not counting this trip, the longest time apart was when we were both away from Judah for our 5 year anniversary trip to the coast last spring (it was for 3 nights). I'm already looking forward to his return.<br />
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Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-17005789691875596992013-09-06T14:38:00.001-07:002013-09-06T19:49:47.829-07:00Cannon Beach. Post Labor Day Edition.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNG7yVluuJAzd_QrHjQNAqXjQKBMHYnw6vMa04ap00GO3Zot5qmHOFMJvfSQEZnSa1UAC8YwYV_1oCnqPzUKXCQYIIrzl-_NF8ygGuPpRnv8ihJ6YIfyaWZwkwCw5nX-iOvG8BGEuF28/s640/blogger-image--64007742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNG7yVluuJAzd_QrHjQNAqXjQKBMHYnw6vMa04ap00GO3Zot5qmHOFMJvfSQEZnSa1UAC8YwYV_1oCnqPzUKXCQYIIrzl-_NF8ygGuPpRnv8ihJ6YIfyaWZwkwCw5nX-iOvG8BGEuF28/s640/blogger-image--64007742.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEnvoDp9FBjjA1Rbw8Itkt55Deh9RBtp1u5CHGHX2cs9TsrUG7tVF1tXZZxs6Hm2Vn1c9_pS2NUf2-0cJGxY-opFpEAampV5vuPOdf6AWKmxmR6RhyphenhyphenbfL9yvnUl0KqKYJXl4u6eSFBl0/s640/blogger-image-480680337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEnvoDp9FBjjA1Rbw8Itkt55Deh9RBtp1u5CHGHX2cs9TsrUG7tVF1tXZZxs6Hm2Vn1c9_pS2NUf2-0cJGxY-opFpEAampV5vuPOdf6AWKmxmR6RhyphenhyphenbfL9yvnUl0KqKYJXl4u6eSFBl0/s640/blogger-image-480680337.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div>We took another trip to the coast this week (on Wednesday). This time around we had better weather. No rain! Can you believe it? The clouds even burned off and we had some blue sky in the afternoon. The wind was pretty minimal too. If you aren't from the PNW, just as an fyi this is pretty much the best you can hope for with a day at the coast.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgl8pvEpqSaog7NnKrbtvGlapxL587I1AcZjlbNJaqB2hduldXJ7P9MONjVhQDfQ1kimXfLot2736v_mrh1eHEnGnWkuQbObIsIcDZhSxuaiTBIF1kCh20egn9pAzogseySMFSGGbYU7Q/s640/blogger-image--1222529195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgl8pvEpqSaog7NnKrbtvGlapxL587I1AcZjlbNJaqB2hduldXJ7P9MONjVhQDfQ1kimXfLot2736v_mrh1eHEnGnWkuQbObIsIcDZhSxuaiTBIF1kCh20egn9pAzogseySMFSGGbYU7Q/s640/blogger-image--1222529195.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Since it was after Labor Day the beach was pretty empty with all the kids back in school. Most of the people there were retirees. 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It made me realize that if I was going back as well (or had a typical 9-5 style job) that I wouldn't have really seen Bill at all these past two weeks, due to him having a ton of night shifts. By the time I would get home in the evening, he would already be gone and when I would leave in the morning he world be fast asleep. Further, he wouldn't see the kids at all, because I would be the one dropping them off and picking them up from daycare. That would be rough! For him and for them. I'm very thankful that I can stay home with them and that we are able to take impromptu fun day trips like this. Our schedule is far from regular, but we are able to get in quite a bit of time all together as a family. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY32zEQoUvX5XcmPLrp1xSNmd69wS3t2FHy7jKWnvUYiseqQ9ZFPJ5d-0ByJakrGaHYWtyctoQxSksdMvGdD4LRANPhJloBeYShHI7FSiTa4KqiifeoupYbueIYcXu_Rqea5IF2V_jzS4/s640/blogger-image-1097766226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY32zEQoUvX5XcmPLrp1xSNmd69wS3t2FHy7jKWnvUYiseqQ9ZFPJ5d-0ByJakrGaHYWtyctoQxSksdMvGdD4LRANPhJloBeYShHI7FSiTa4KqiifeoupYbueIYcXu_Rqea5IF2V_jzS4/s640/blogger-image-1097766226.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This time, I didn't bring a dslr along. Everything you see here are iPhone photos. 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Hence, we only went once in the 7 years we lived there. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShCAtIL19PQO58KPmsZt8Zmru25aP-ymlXE4Gtq1ftDzarHQpfWEbWaHNwtjhH5PDdqXWBZlKc7vq2khn9-UuoNMwViCuop7mSEfuoEPBwjJITsFlNbHo9mAiaOnWIq6PmdyUc6TyM4M/s640/blogger-image-240396383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShCAtIL19PQO58KPmsZt8Zmru25aP-ymlXE4Gtq1ftDzarHQpfWEbWaHNwtjhH5PDdqXWBZlKc7vq2khn9-UuoNMwViCuop7mSEfuoEPBwjJITsFlNbHo9mAiaOnWIq6PmdyUc6TyM4M/s640/blogger-image-240396383.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Plus, the Oregon coast has better beaches than the Washington coast (which tends to be more remote and rugged). </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoPDMesqTL20cXHJoyxy2Dsqal5YU5AJLEXucI8XJBDnQM9axYi4nma6_prBYY_Y47zkvwmeJajVns20QAhXXBqKIsPEoVJ0F2DJS9C2p-hZzLhY9THdXd5OfvI44bYgfzPodNOExteg/s640/blogger-image-668690187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoPDMesqTL20cXHJoyxy2Dsqal5YU5AJLEXucI8XJBDnQM9axYi4nma6_prBYY_Y47zkvwmeJajVns20QAhXXBqKIsPEoVJ0F2DJS9C2p-hZzLhY9THdXd5OfvI44bYgfzPodNOExteg/s640/blogger-image-668690187.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It's my dream (one of many) to have a little vacation house out on the coast one day. That way we could go during winter and have a place to storm watch. Camping at the coast during the off season just isn't super appealing. Plus, then you don't have to cart as much stuff back and forth since the house would already be equipped. Sigh, someday (hopefully). </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsjsgm5Z3DTwkuEOO9wB9gBcnAUWA4ph9FYb-9icbPYzPHvKH17aMTHc693CA191KgoItEXWJLzBC8CNj0UFT3HIo_27G1SMQylxtMmfKKT-3zTcD74xOtNF-ytCHHjacnA0-99HN4Vo/s640/blogger-image-1665351628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsjsgm5Z3DTwkuEOO9wB9gBcnAUWA4ph9FYb-9icbPYzPHvKH17aMTHc693CA191KgoItEXWJLzBC8CNj0UFT3HIo_27G1SMQylxtMmfKKT-3zTcD74xOtNF-ytCHHjacnA0-99HN4Vo/s640/blogger-image-1665351628.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-19623119404748196352013-09-03T22:20:00.000-07:002013-09-04T00:21:36.061-07:00Cousin Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week my niece, <strike>ToShan</strike> <strike>Azalea</strike> Elizabeth (her name du jour), stayed at my parents house. Her summer camp/day care was off for the week and school didn't start until today (the day after Labor Day). She is now officially a kindergartner! Crazy times.<br>
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Judah loves her. He especially love wrestling/tackling her. Earlier this summer she was into the wrestling, but this time around she was not such a fan. She kept telling him, "No!" and telling him not there was an (invisible) line between them and he wasn't to cross it. Shockingly, the do-not-cross-line did not work on Judah. Weird, I know.<br>
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Regardless, they had fun playing together. Judah and her hung out 5 out of the 8 days she was there. Azalea (Elizabeth. Whatever.) also really enjoyed Shoshana and kept wanting to hold her. And pick her up. And carry her around. We repeatedly shot her down on picking her up and carrying her, but we let her hold her on the couch (not nearly as much as she would have liked though).<br>
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I brought my camera out on the last day she was there (and her parents were there too: my brother & sister-in-law). For the majority of the time my camera was commandeered by a certain toddler and kindergartner.<br>
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And now photos by the kiddos:<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">by Judah</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">by Azalea</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">by Azalea</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">by Azalea</td></tr>
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<br>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-79788895671617649222013-08-30T19:00:00.001-07:002013-08-30T19:00:04.628-07:00Haircut<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1IGnh0Poplvhh9_D6Rf3Tgn177W9P-jqXcw1XH_pBhCmWancTGtFII2fZTLPUm7HTetYTjE7VsJ10wcyWFmWjhDpB0ymD68ONKZVqBHZ2A8wjGc6a3KsrHPBzIhV_je3QPuf_O-KKMo/s640/blogger-image--1838994213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1IGnh0Poplvhh9_D6Rf3Tgn177W9P-jqXcw1XH_pBhCmWancTGtFII2fZTLPUm7HTetYTjE7VsJ10wcyWFmWjhDpB0ymD68ONKZVqBHZ2A8wjGc6a3KsrHPBzIhV_je3QPuf_O-KKMo/s640/blogger-image--1838994213.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>I gave Judah a haircut this evening. I guess it's his second full on cut. Maybe his third? I trimmed it once, so idk if that counts or not. I was home alone with the kids (Bill has been working night shifts on the ships lately), but luckily for me, Shoshana is still a top contender for chillest baby ever and just hung out in her bouncer chair the whole time. <div><br></div><div>I bribed Judah to sit (relatively) still by letting him play games on my iPhone (angry birds, always angry birds. So much for the ten thousand educational apps I bought for him to use). He sat still for me cutting the back of his head and one side, but then on the second side my scissors decided to crap out on me (the handle broke), which made me accidentally pull on his hair. He then started pulling away. Saying, "owie!" (even when I hadn't touched his hair- it was just anticipatory owies). And telling me, "no, mommy!"</div><div><br></div><div>I had to MacGyver the scissors with duct tape in order to continue, but continue I did. He agreed I could keep cutting his hair if he got to keep playing angry birds. We had to revisit this agreement several times. </div><div><br></div><div>It sure isn't perfect, but it's done. And now he looks like even more of a big kid (isn't it funny how haircuts do that?). </div><div><br></div>Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-56762039333644045112013-08-27T11:02:00.001-07:002013-09-03T22:21:05.585-07:00The End... Of our time with the midwivesYesterday, Shoshana and I had our very last appointment with our midwifery team. It's crazy. I've been seeing them at least once a month since last November.<br />
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Now, that's over. That's it. All done. It's strange to think that I won't see them anymore. Even if I was to have another baby I still wouldn't have the same team. I would still have my head midwife (and I will be seeing her annually for my well woman check-up). The other two won't be there though. They're finishing up their training with a local midwifery college and will move on and become lead midwives of their own. </div>
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It's been great. A girl couldn't ask for a better midwifery team. I will definitely miss all of them. </div>
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We took a day trip to Cannon Beach this week. Bill had a day off in the middle of the week and we had been talking about taking Judah to the coast ever since our (childless) get away at Depoe Bay for our 5 year wedding anniversary this last spring.<br />
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This was only Judah's second time ever at the coast. When he was not quite two months old we took him to the Washington coast, to the area around Forks. Needless to say, he got a lot more out of it this time around.<br />
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We were pretty sure he would like it, based on his love of the sandbox and throwing rocks into rivers. And we were correct. He was a big fan.<br />
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He really liked the birds and kept trying to get close to them, but oddly enough they just kept flying away. We had him try to feed a seagull so he could get a bit closer. However, he interpreted our directions as 'run directly at the seagull while concealing food in your fist'. Wouldn't you know it? The seagulls would then fly away. We tried showing him how to throw the food, but he couldn't launch it far enough (in part because he is 2 and in part because it was windy).<br />
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Despite the fact that we went to the coast in the middle of freaking August, the temperature was only in the 60s. And it was overcast. And gray. And windy. And started to rain. And then kept raining progressively harder. Eventually our gumption ran out and we retreated back to the car and changed into dry clothes and headed home.<br />
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We got in a good 4+ hours on the beach, but I'm sure if it was warmer (or if he was in warmer/waterproof clothing) Judah could have kept playing until the sun went down (and then some). We will definitely need to take him to the coast more often than once every two years.<br />
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We found a bunch of sand piles/castles that Judah played on. He climbed all over one particularly large mound of sand. Once he would get to the top he would slide down face first. He got just a tad bit sandy in this process.<br />
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He also destroyed an entire little city of sand castles. I'm pretty sure he didn't start out with that as his goal. He had found a feather and wanted to put in the top of one of the castles, as one of the other castles had a feather topper as well. However, his none too gentle insertion of the feather just ended up smashing the castle. He figured out that was pretty fun and went on to smash all the castles. Plus, a group of 6 or so grandparent aged people came upon him and thought he was just so adorable that they encouraged him and even took pictures of him in the process. That kid loved his adoring fans. </div>
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He received a fair amounts of compliments, which was largely due to his Superman shirt and cape. He picks out his own clothing and that morning he pulled all of the t-shirts out of his drawer until he came to his Superman shirt. It was definitely a good choice for a windy beach day. Bonus: the cape did double duty as a snot rag (since, of course, with it being so cold his little nose started dripping).<br />
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Bill also picked out his own clothes, appartently with the intention of camoflaging himself within the surroundings. Only his stark white socks gave him away. Also, wtf, why even wear socks and boots to the beach? I know he wore them so he could check out tide-pools (we got there a little too late to see the good ones around Haystack Rock, but we still got to see a few smaller ones and Judah was suitably impressed with those). What I don't get though, is why he didn't change into his sandals (or just go barefoot) once we were done with the tide-pools and were just playing in the sand? Whatever. Judah and I enjoyed having our feet in the sand (that is once I finally took his shoes off after they were soaking wet and covered in sand).<br />
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Despite the lack of photographic evidence, Shoshana and I were also there. She spent the her time at the beach strapped to us in her Beco. She slept pretty much the whole time we were out on the beach. The sound of the ocean has that magical effect on babies. It was the same way when we brought Judah as an infant.<br />
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My little lady was one month old on Tuesday (the 13th). It is crazy how fast this last month has passed. Newborns just grow and change so dang quickly! I never realize it more than when I see someone else holding Shosh. It is in those moments that I can truly appreciate how much bigger she is from a few weeks ago.<br />
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She now weighs 10 lbs 15 oz (an ounce more than Judah did at 1 month). After her two week appointment where she weighed in at 9 lbs 12 oz, I predicted she would hit 11 lbs by one month. I'm sure she held off on that last ounce just to prove me wrong (mothers & daughters, amiright?!).<br />
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I took monthly photos of Judah for the first year. They were all a similar set up of him in front of a propped up backdrop using a sheet or blanket. However, I discovered I truly preferred the more natural style photos of my boy. Lifestyle photography is pretty much how I roll. I felt like I had to keep doing the backdropped monthly photos though, since I had started with them and I might as well see it through. I was all too happy to give up those style photos when he reached a year, and I haven't looked back since.<br />
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With Shoshana, I still want to capture her each month on the 13th (or as close to it as I can get), but I won't be doing them in front of draped blankets. Of course, her newborn and one month photos are still in front of super simple backgrounds, because, well, all she can do is lay there, so it pretty much has to he her laying on a blanket or swaddling cloth. As she gets bigger and can sit, crawl, and eventually walk her photos will follow her progression. They will show her as she grows and changes. Playing in the house or yard. Or out at the park or in the bath. Or whatever is going on in her life on her monthly birthday. </div>
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She has started developing a bit of baby acne. I keep thinking it is going to get worse, but so far we have been able to keep it in check. Her skin tends to look worse as the day wears on. I think that is because she has her face and body pressed against ours so often (either from nursing, or being in the beco, or just being held). I think the heat and oils from our bodies make her skin react. Her skin is noticeably clearer in the morning after sleeping all night in her bassinet. I also think out cleaning routine helps. She has yet to have a full immersion bath or use any soap. Instead, we just use a washcloth and warm water to wash her down before bedtime and follow it up by massaging coconut oil all over her. Plus, then she smells all yummy like a coconut.<br />
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Last week, I brought Shosh (and Judah tagged along) to a craniosacral appointment. I had noticed she has been strongly favoring turning her head to the right. No matter how I set her down to sleep she always would turn her head to the right. I also noticed she had a much easier time nursing on my left side (when she had her head turned to the right). Judah favored one side as well as a newborn (I don't remember which way though). We took him to a chiropractor in Tacoma that specializes in babies, but we certainly weren't going to trek all the way back there for Shosh. I asked my midwives for recommendations, and while they didn't have a chiropractor that specialized in babies to recommend, they did have a craniosacralist- <a href="http://www.carolgray.com/carolgray/About_Carol_Gray.html" target="_blank">Carol Grey</a> (honestly, I'm not even sure 'craniosacralist' is a word, but I'm going with it anyway). Since her appointment, I have noticed a marked difference in Shoshana's ability (willingness?) to move her head to the the left (yay!). Carol (who was very nice and welcoming, btw) thought Shosh's favoring of the right side was probably due to her positioning in the womb, which makes sense because my placenta was located in the top left of my ute, so Shosh was in pretty much the same downward position on my right side for quite a few months (ROA for those keeping track).<br />
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The craniosacral appointment also marked my very first solo outing with both kids in tow. It went much easier than I expected. Carol's office is located in the Pearl and I ended up parking a few blocks away, but Judah did really well walking with me out in public (Shosh rode in her<a href="http://www.becobabycarrier.com/" target="_blank"> beco baby carrier</a>). I didn't have to pick him up and carry him or anything. And when I needed to go into the street to unlock the car (the battery in my key is dead, so I can't just press a button to unlock the car) I told him to stay in a particular rectangle on the sidewalk (it was a grate cover) he did just that... and kept chilling in his rectangle while I got Shosh all loaded into the car. The ease of the outing gave me the courage to take them both out the next day to do a non-appointment related activity (the aquarium). Again, it went very well. Shosh chilled in her carrier the whole time and Judah had a blast looking at all the fish (as he always does).<br />
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I was home alone with the kids when taking her photos this month, so you might be wondering what Judah was up to while I took Shoshana's picture. Well, here it is:<br />
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Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-7190216586221892242013-08-11T00:47:00.000-07:002013-09-03T22:22:01.008-07:00Newborn Shoshana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm not sure if it is due to the fact that this is not our first rodeo, or if it is just the way she is, but Shoshana is a crazy mellow baby. Perhaps, it is her way of making it up to me for the long pregnancy filled with flu like symptoms and exhaustion that she made me endure. Whatever the reason, she is pretty much the world's chillest baby. Of course, it could also just be the whole newborn thing. Only time will tell.<br />
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She is a very different nurser than her brother was (btw, I had to wean him around 19 months because it hurt to nurse due to being pregnant with her. We did it gradually and he did just fine with it). She only nurses for about 5-10 minutes and is done. Judah used to just nurse and nurse and fall asleep and still keep nursing. I have an app on my phone that tracks nursing and it is pretty interesting to compare their visual nursing charts side by side.<br />
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However, she is pretty gassy. She burps and farts with the best of them. And barfs... sometimes immediately after nursing. Everything she just drank is expelled right back on me. Other times, she waits until it is partially digested before she lets loose. As she grows (she is already 4 weeks!?!), she is spitting up less and hopefully that is a trend that will continue.<br />
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Currently, she is getting up 3 times at night, which isn't too bad at all. Especially since she is a quick nurser, which means I'm only up with her for 10 minutes or so. Of course, sometimes she doesn't go right back to sleep, either because she is gassy and needs to burp, or she is still hungry, or just isn't tired, or who knows why, but thankfully that hasn't been happening too often. She even had her first 8 hour stretch of sleep last week on the night of Aug 6th! This phenomenon has yet to be repeated, but I have high hopes. Usually her first sleep chunk (always the longest of the night) is more around 4 or 5 hours.</div>
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We did <a href="http://www.diaperfreebaby.org/" target="_blank">Elimination Communication</a> with <a href="http://weekendsathome.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-you-are-going-to-see-may-shock-you.html" target="_blank">Judah starting around 4 months</a> (which is when I first learned about it). We credit EC with how we are able to have Judah potty trained by the time he was 2 with relative ease. This time around, we started EC with Shosh right from the beginning. It's going well. She will sometimes fuss when she needs to pee, so we unbutton her diaper and she will pee into her open diaper. I find it awkward at this point to hold her over Judah's potty insert. Once she is bigger we will switch to that. She also poos into an open diaper, which is way easier to clean as it doesn't get all over her. </div>
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Her umbilical stump fell off when she was 6 days old. It was hanging on by the tiniest, gross, little thread all day on Thursday and we kept hoping it would fall off, but it just kept dangling there. We resisted trying to remove it by force, because we know we are not suppose to do that, but she kept touching it and we didn't stop her, as we hoped maybe she would knock it off herself. She didn't. It fell off sometime during the night. When she got up Friday morning, Bill found it in her jammies when he changed her. Her belly button was still pretty gooey and scabby for a while. It didn't really start being an adorable swirl of a button until the last week or so. </div>
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She is gaining weight like a champ. She has even surpassed Judah's weight gain when he was newborn. She is shaping up to be a nice round baby with lots of chub and rolls. Yay! I love those chubby babies and their accompanying cheeks.</div>
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She has another check up on Monday, so we will get to see how much she weighs. Then, on Tuesday, she will be a whopping one month old! She weighed 9 lbs 12 oz when she was 17 days old, so I would guess she might even be up to 11 lbs on Monday. </div>
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For the first 6 weeks, Shoshana and I both just see my midwives. We had a check up at 1 day, 3 days, and 1 week where the midwives came to wherever we were (the 1 day was at the birth center, the next two were at home). Then there is also a 2 week, 4 week, and 6 week check up which take place at Alma. We got back the results of both rounds of newborn screenings for her and everything looks good.</div>
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Her eyes are still that dark newborn gray. Judah's didn't settle into brown until about 3 months. I'm still hopeful that she will get her Dad's pretty blue eyes, but he is convinced hers will be brown like mine.<br />
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We had family portraits done the Friday after she was born (the same day her stump fell off). Our photographer was the super talented <a href="http://photoposy.com/" target="_blank">Posy Quarterman</a>. We got our online gallery of images a few days ago and we should get our set of prints and disk of images in the mail this week. Shosh kept pooping throughout the hour long session. I'm pretty sure it was just one poo, but we would keep changing her diaper only to find she had pooped more a little while later. We had her in disposables for the session, because the cloth diapers were kind of awkwardly large on her at that point and they made her cute little romper fit a bit odd.</div>
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With Judah, we didn't put him into cloth diapers until around 2 months. We had her in them at just a few days old. Part of it was with practicing EC it just made more sense, and this time around we are much more accepting of leaks (which really haven't even really been happening with her. It might be since the diapers are have been used already they are more absorbent than when they were brand new and still had sizing in the material). We are using disposables at night though, so that we don't have to change her at all during the night. Night diaper changes just force us and her to wake up more than we want to.<br />
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Okay, I need to go to bed. It is later than I want it to be. And I still need to start a load of diapers in the wash. And shower. And get ready for bed.</div>
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Before I go, here are some pictures from the other day of Judah holding Shosh, as per his request. Oh, also, when Shosh was 3 days old, Judah told her (unprompted by us, mind you), "I love you, Shoshana" at bedtime. It was the absolute sweetest thing. Ever.</div>
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Laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920181987808216278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211188965277018634.post-38673689322365728222013-08-10T22:34:00.000-07:002013-09-03T22:22:16.185-07:00Shoshana's Birth StoryI suppose Shoshana's birth story starts 11 days before she was actually born. I had my weekly appointment with my midwives (at <a href="http://www.almamidwifery.com/index.html" target="_blank">Alma Midwifery</a>- I can't recommend them highly enough!) the day before my "due date" (appt was on 7/2). At that appointment they checked my cervix and I was 50% effaced, dilated 1.5 cm, and she was at zero station. So, things could definitely happen any day... But, they didn't.<br />
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I was planning on giving birth at Alma's free standing <a href="http://www.almamidwifery.com/birthcenter.html" target="_blank">birth center</a> (a converted turn of the century craftsman) and my midwives would let me have an out of hospital birth up to 43 weeks (as long as baby and I remained healthy, of course). Shosh was happy just camping out in my ute, so I got to hurry up and wait.<br />
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During this time my parents were having Judah stay at their house about half the week (the days Bill had to be at work at day) because I was just not ambulatory enough to chase after a very quick and energetic 2 year old. I missed him a ton when he was gone, but felt bad for him when he was home with just me be side I couldn't get down on the floor and play with him and my patience wasn't exactly at it's highest level. Bill did (and always does) a fantastic job of being dad during that last month. He and Judah would go on daily adventure to parks or on hikes in the morning while I stayed home and slept. </div>
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So that was our life those last few weeks. Oh, and did I mention we had just moved into a new house in June? Boxes were everywhere and I was little to no help when it came to unpacking (fyi, we still have tons of boxes, they have just been moved to places where I don't have to state at them all the time). What a fun time, huh? </div>
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The week passes. Still pregnant. Still waiting. Still answers questions about when I'm going to be induced (umm, never). The next Monday (7/8) I had an ultrasound to check on Shosh. She scored an 8 out of 8 on their criteria (things like movement, heart beat, and what not). The next day I had my 41 week appointment. I was now 60% effaced, 3 cm dilated, and still at zero station. My apprentice midwife swept my membranes to try and help bring on labor naturally (at Alma you get 3 midwives- the lead midwife who works at Alma, and an assistance & apprentice- who are both completing their clinicals through a local midwifery school, The Birthing Way).<br />
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The next day I started having bloody show (worst term ever, I know). But that was it. I was hopeful each morning that today would be the day, but as the hours passed I resigned myself to more waiting. </div>
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On Friday (7/12) I had another ultrasound to check on Shosh again. Yet again, she scored an 8 out of 8. She was healthy and content just chilling. During the ultrasound she was sucking on her arm and hand a lot. It was pretty cute. </div>
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My lead midwife and I decided that I would come in on Saturday so she could sweep my membrane again. She also suggested that I use my breast pump for about an hour beforehand in an effort to bring on contractions. With that in mind, we were all really hopeful that labor would happen on Saturday. Therefor, we made arrangements for Judah to stay at my parents house so we could get a good nights sleep (as the night before we slept like shit because he was up multiple times). We also decided to go out for a nice yummy meal with Bill's youngest sister, Emily, and her boyfriend, Victor (who was flying back home to Australia the next day). </div>
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We had a reservation at Urban Fondue for 9 and gorged ourselves on cheese, meat, and were part way through the chocolate course when Bill told a joke. I laughed. And, whoops, peed a little (or so I thought). I got up and excused myself to head to the bathroom. I was surprised to find that it was not just a little pee (shit like that happens when your pregnant, deal with it), but a lot. Like so much that the crotch of my jeans was all wet. I thought it was odd as I had just gone pee a little bit earlier, and usually if a laugh pee escapes it is minimal at best, and Bill's joke wasn't even that funny, and the weirdest part is it didn't feel like I had accidentally peed when it happened- it just felt like I was all of a sudden wet down there. Any guesses as to what had happened? Anyone? Bueller? Yup, that was my water breaking, but at the time the thought didn't occur to me in the least (it had happened so differently with Judah. It broke when I was in full on labor and was really obvious. And, as soon as my water broke with him it was time to start pushing him out). Anyway, I was embarrassed about peeing so much, but felt lucky that you couldn't see a wet spot on my jeans. So I returned to dinner and we pretty quickly finished up and headed home. </div>
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We left the restaurant around 11 and got back to our house by 11:20. I wasn't feeling phenomenal but chalked it up to the huge rich meal I had just eaten. At 11:47 pm, I texted as much to my lead midwife, who then called me to talk and advised I take a hot shower, drink a bunch of water, and see if the possible contractions stopped or got more intense. She asked me if I had been leaking any fluids and I promptly told her no (because pee doesn't count and I was still in denial that the leak had been anything but). I followed her advice and continued to down water and took a nice hot shower. Afterwards, the contractions had not gone away and they had gotten to the point where I could whip out the app on my iphone and start timing them. They were lasting around 20 seconds and were anywhere from about 3 to 7 minutes apart. I called my midwife again and let her know what was going on; it was now 12:22 (here's to my call log so I know the precise minute of the call). She wanted to know if I wanted to continue to labor at home or come in to the birthing center. I could still breath/sway through my contractions without much issue, so I decided to keep going at home. She let me know that when I did decide to come in that it would take 30-45 minutes after the call for all the midwives to be at the birth center and ready for me. We were also keeping in mind that this labor could potentially go pretty quickly as Judah's labor was only 8 hours start to finish, and I had been walking around 3 cm dilated all week.<br />
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During this time, Bill was buzzing around the house preparing things, just in case we ended up going in. He would come into the bedroom where I was laboring. I would give him another task (get me water, put our bags in the car, get our snacks and drinks together, write out directions for taking care of our dogs for his sister, who would be dog-sitting for us, etc). He would disappear for a while and then eventually end up back in the bedroom looking lost and stressed, where I would give him another task to complete.<br />
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My contractions continued to progress. Then, during a contraction a barfed. A HUGE barf (thanks to my huge dinner). That was sign enough for me that it was time to head into the birth center (with Judah I barfed a TON, so I thought that I would pretty much be barfing from here on out. Luckily, it was one and done this time). I called Jamie (lead midwife) at 12:45 and let her know I wanted to come in. At that point my contractions were averaging 40 seconds and anywhere from 2 to 4 minutes apart (so much for 1 minute contractions, 5 minutes apart, for 1 hour- which is the textbook timing of when you are suppose to head in to the hospital or what have you).<br />
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We left the house at 1 am. Before we left Bill went downstairs to let Emily and Victor know we were heading off (yep, they were spending the night and had just been downstairs in the guest room chilling while we were upstairs in labor/running around like a chicken with its head cut off, side eye to Bill). I assumed my contractions would slow down in the car ride to the birth center, because that is what had happened with Judah (plus, it is a really common experience). However, this time, they did not slow down. At all. I had at least 4 contractions during the 15 minute car ride. Which was awesome, because car contractions are the BEST. You are stuck in one spot and can't do a damn thing except wait for them to be over. Grumble. Grumble. The whole car ride was even made that much better due to the fact that I had to give Bill direction to the birth center as we drove (he had been there multiple times, but always coming from our rental in North Portland, never from our place which was in the South East).<br />
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We arrived at the birth center around 1:20 and Jamie was there to meet us out front. We didn't even bother taking in the bags. I just wanted the essentials: my water bottle, my barf bucket (even though I hadn't used it again, it was safety blanket), and Bill carried in my purse. We went in to our room (the Fern Room) and my midwives had it all set up. The lights were dimmed, they had put candles out, the tub had water in it. I took about one second to register how nice and soothing the whole set up was (so much more welcoming than a hospital!). Then I told them all it was too damn hot. Turn on the fans, the AC, and bring me ice and cool washcloths. I was not messing around. I knew what I wanted! They obliged immediately.<br />
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I then took off my clothes (I was hot! And planning to get in the tub). They checked on baby using the doppler. I then went in the restroom to pee/have a contraction. When I came out I told them I wanted them to check my dilation, so I got up on the bed and was at 10cm! So I got in the tub. Had some water and had Bill put more cool washcloths on me. Then I readjusted my position and felt like it was time to push. I would say I pushed her out with 5-10 contractions. It was less than 10 minutes total of pushing! She immediately went to my chest and after a little bit I had to get out of the tub so they could check my bleeding. That was definitely a bit awkward as I had not yet delivered the placenta, which means her umbilical cord was still attached to her and to the inside of me. We had to be careful not to put any strain on it as I got out, assisted by all three midwives. I definitely needed the help as the tub was giant and kinda of tricky to get out of normally, let alone when you have just delivered a baby, that you are holding, that is still attached to your ute. Awkward!<br />
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We moved to the bed where they checked me out. No tears! Yay! And I delivered the afterbirth. We let the umbilical cord pulse out and then Bill cut it. Shoshana was born at 1:41 am, early Saturday morning (though it certainly felt like Friday night to us!) on July, 13, 2013.<br />
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That means, we were only at the birth center for 20 minutes before she was born! And the total time from when I first started having contractions to birth was only about 2 and a half hours. We thought my labor/delivery would be quick but we were not anticipating it to be that quick! To put that into perspective, that is less time than it takes to watch any of the Lord of the Rings movies.<br />
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I was happy with how it all turned out. Of course, the most important part was that it ended with a healthy baby girl and healthy mama. But, more than that, I got to have the birth I had hoped to have with Judah (his birth story is <a href="http://weekendsathome.blogspot.com/search/label/birth%20story" target="_blank">here</a>). This time around we knew that my body's reaction to being pregnant/labor was high blood pressure, so I took herbal tinctures for almost my whole pregnancy to combat it, as well as, took liquid calcium magnesium, and epsom salt baths, and various other little tricks here and there to help keep it down. I also knew there were things I did not want to do this time around. With Judah, I labored a ton on the toilet, and barfed a ton, and screamed "IT HURTS" so often/loud during pushing (even though it was only 20 minutes) that my throat was sore for days afterwards, and had an episiotomy/tore (I massaged my perineum with evening primrose for few weeks before she was born to help prevent tearing). I hoped not to repeat those things... so I didn't! I definitely labored a bit on the toilet (especially early on when I thought I might just be having a food baby), and, as mentioned earlier, only barfed the one time, and when it came to pushing I was way more zen about it. I think the biggest factor was just that it wasn't my first time and I knew what to expect. It also helped that instead of focusing on the pain and screaming, I envisioned Shosh traveling down the birth canal with each push. And when she hit the ring of fire, I knew what was happening and knew that meant she was so very close to being born.<br />
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We stayed at the birth center until Monday and it was so nice! It was seriously like a bed & breakfast, with a bonus birth thrown in. There was always a postpartum doula in the house to look after us (and check vitals every so often). They switched shifts every 8 hours. They made us food, plus we got take-out for one meal a day. They had a big book of take out menus that we got to choose from, then the doulas took our orders and went and got the food. Far superior to hospital cafeteria food! They were also there to help us with whatever we needed, but we were pretty low maintenance, since this was baby number 2 we knew how to handle the regular newborn needs. However, the first night right after she was born and we went to sleep, she ended up having a big old meconium poo all over our sheets, blankets, and us. We had the doulas come in and they changed the sheets and cleaned her off. We were both super tired and could only manage cleaning ourselves at that point.<br />
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My parents brought Judah in that same day in the afternoon. I was very happy that he got to meet his sister on the day she was born. He was adorable and very excited about her. We had to be careful to make sure he was gentle enough (he is much better now and no longer needs constant reminders to give her GENTLE touches). I was kind of surprised he knew right away that the baby in my arms was Shoshana, after all, it is a pretty abstract concept to a 2 year old going from having Shoshana in mama's belly to being a baby out in the world. But, he got it with no problem. He no longer thought there was any baby in my belly (or his, because he was sure we were both carrying her throughout my pregnancy). He also thought her umbilical stump was her penis (hilarious!) and wanted to know where her belly button was. We tried to explain it to him, but for the first couple of days he was so sure that it was her penis.<br />
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Emily also came by and met Shosh that first day (after she dropped Victor off at the airport). The next day my friend, Joy, came in the morning and later in the day Emily came back along with Alice, another of Bill's sisters.<br />
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On Monday before we checked out I got an hour long massage. That's right. A massage. For an hour. Right there at the birth center. It was a very nice way to end our already relaxing stay.<br />
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