Christmas Part 3

Christmas Eve

We woke up Christmas Eve with the morning and most of the afternoon free to do as we please.  With all the hustle and bustle of the days prior, this felt like such a delicious treat, to be honest.  Just the three of us.

So the day really began like any normal day, with breakfast (waffles) and trains (freaking Thomas, of course)...

And then we opened presents, and it was lovely.  We spent too much money on that child this year, not going to lie.  We didn't mean for it to happen but we really got swept up in the excitement of presents and Santa and all that, it being the first year Gus would really truly get it.  Both of us were guilty of this, I mean at one point last month Dan even sent me an email at work with links to train sets that were on sale, (like this kid needs any more trains!), and then we spent time on the phone debating the various merits of each one.

Then one evening we were randomly at the Sears in Ridgedale, since Gus loves playing with the train table they have set up in the toy department, and they were liquidating ALL THEIR TOYS.  Everything was "Buy One Get One".  Every. Single. Toy.  We went nuts.  I mean of course we bought a lot of gifts for our nephews as well, but yeah.  I was rabid for the amazing deals we were able to get on Thomas crap, which never ever ever goes on sale and is so expensive (we're talking $20 for each train).

All this to say, (wow, such a tangent), I'm thinking next year we need to be a little more thoughtful about the whole thing, try to get a little less swept up in our emotions.  This year was all, "Oh he would LOVE this, we HAVE to get this for him."  It's not like he didn't love everything, but he opened a lot of presents, and I think by the end of it all he was getting pretty "meh" about it.  Anyway, lesson learned, next year we take more of a "less is more" approach.

Gus's favorite thing, by far, was this little set of 4 Thomas board books, in their own little travel case.  Yesterday I think I read "Stop Train Stop" eight times in a row while nursing Louie.  "Read it again Mommy, read it again!" 

(Diaper leak in the middle of the night, thus the strange pajama situation going on there.)

So we had a nice morning at home, playing with our new toys, trying on new clothes.  Dan went crazy this year, hit up my Pinterest page to see what sorts of things I was digging, and bought me a bunch of really awesome and funky jewelry from Etsy.  Like seriously, the guy hit it out of the park, everything was so thoughtful... including a locket with a spot for pictures of each of my boys, and another necklace with Gus's birthstone and a little "G" charm.  I plan to add an "L" and Louie's birthstone at some point when I don't spend most of my day nursing and burping and delicately plotting out little ways to get out of the house and help Gus burn off energy.   

But yeah, Dan went to a lot of trouble this year, more trouble than he should have.  I say it often, I'll say it again, he's just all around, an incredible guy.  A great husband and an even better father.  Lucky lucky lucky me.  Every day I am thankful for this man.

We went to church with Dan's family at 4:00 PM, and I horrified various members with my beastly pregnant-ness.  Seriously.  I saw the looks. Dan and I tag-teamed to keep Gus civilized with books and cut up apples.  He is REALLY not the kind of kid that just sits quietly for more than an hour.  Even when he's watching Thomas he jumps around the room and gets up and down from chairs and generally just acts like a lunatic.

Then it was off to Dan's grandparents house for a feast of epic proportions, not to mention presents and cookies and toys and family and loud noises and a singing snowman with gyrating hips that Gus REALLY got a kick out of.

Christmas Day

The morning of Christmas this year was so darn perfect.  You know how when you dream about being a parent someday and you think back on your own childhood, there are those certain memories that really have a lasting affect and you sort of idealize them, you can't wait to have those moments, to make similar memories with your own children...

Well, that is totally Christmas morning for me, it's just magical.  And comfortable, easy, relaxed, low-key.  A lovely little end-cap for the season, after everything that is crazy and rushed and stressful about the holidays you have this peaceful and perfect little time at home, under your own roof, just being with those closest to you in life.

I was up before everyone else Christmas morning, Dan had ended up in Gus's bed after the little guy called out for us at 5 AM, and I had been tossing and turning for a good part of the morning, nine months pregnant and no longer really enjoying sleep as much as I would have liked.  So I got up a little after 7:00 and turned on the Christmas tree, tidied up a bit, made a pot of coffee, and started on the cinnamon rolls I had planned to make.  The house was so peaceful, it felt gluttonous to have so much lovely time to myself to soak it all in.
   

 

Santa had been here, of course.  The stockings were stuffed and everything was all laid out in the living room.  

And my boys were up about an hour later, Dan was so enthusiastic about the Santa thing, I could hear him talking it up to Gus upstairs through the monitor as they got up.  So so so sweet.  

 

I actually followed through on one of my Pinterest craft ideas for Dan's stocking!  I even really had fun making this little book for him, I never do anything "romantic", I think I use the fact that I'm the female in our relationship as some sort of excuse to not have to... I mean he would never want me to get him flowers, you know?  Well anyway, I did this, and he liked it.

Oh, this is so incredibly ridiculous, but the pictures make me giggle.  Gus demanded Cheetoes at like 10:00 AM because I put a little bag in his stocking.  He loves them of course, and we never really give them to him, so it was quite the little Christmas treat.  He insisted I open the bag, then demanded a bowl, then lounged around on our bed feasting on them while I did my hair.  He looked like he was modeling for some sort of risque magazine spread, of the white trash Cheetoes variety that is. 

Then while Dan set up our new Keurig (woot!), Gus made us a delicious plastic lunch.

That afternoon we went over to my parents house for Christmas with my extended family.  Very low key, potluck dinner, lots of card games and football and some family gossiping.

After dinner, the men all congregated in the living room, watching football.  Or was it basketball?  Goodness, I so do not care.  

  
And this is so cliche, at the same time, the women are in the kitchen, doing dishes and cleaning up after the meal.

Gus and his great-aunt Martha.  She gave him the most kick-ass Thomas sing-along book for Christmas, which I hear on repeat all day long. 

 
Helping great-grandpa open up his presents. 

Finally, these pictures are from the day after Christmas, we went for a little walk about the neighborhood, since it was so beautiful.  Irrelevant to this post completely, but I won't have any other reason really to post them.  And they are cute, and are the last pictures I have of our days before Louie.

A caterpillar!  

Give it a kiss Gus!

Christmas Part 2

Note:  I wrote most of this while in labor at 6:00 AM, the morning of New Year's Eve.  That is neither here nor there, but for the sake of documentation, there you go.  I got to the point of uploading pictures and started getting so uncomfortable I just had to quit.  At which point I went to the bathroom, saw a little blood, and realized this was the REAL DEAL, which lead me to wake up Dan and freak him out, and then hop in the shower to shave my legs.  Let's not get ahead of ourselves though, we'll save the rest of the details for the actual birth story.  

Also, I guess I'm going to have to make this Christmas thing a three-parter, which seems pretty ridiculous now that we're a week into January, but I have all these pictures and there was just so much Christmas-ing this year, I can't help it!  Especially now, that we have Louie, I want to make sure to get all this down, so we really remember the last Christmas we had as a little family of 3.  Already it all seems like a LIFETIME ago, of course.  What a trip this all is, being parents again... to a brand new kid... totally uprooting our "normal".    

So part 3, i.e. the actual Christmas Eve and Christmas Day celebrations, are coming soon.  Hopefully.  Dan IS going back to work tomorrow (OMG) and I officially will be mothering two children on my own (OMG), so... yeah.  Let's hope I can make it happen.   

Just as we do every year, we spent December 23rd, Christmas Eve eve, with Dan's family.  It's SUCH a different dynamic than Christmas with my parents and brothers, it makes me giggle just thinking about what the members of each family would think of if they had a chance to participate in the other family's holiday gathering.  It is the yin and yang of Christmas, really truly.

It's a gourmet brunch pulled together from a number of fancy cookbooks vs. a delicious, but low key, spread of chicken legs, buffalo chicken egg rolls, meatballs, cheese trays and other appetizers.     

It's slowly opening one gift at a time, youngest to oldest vs. every man, woman, and child for him or herself gift wrap tearing MANIA.

It's sitting around the table sipping coffee, talking and laughing and engaging in lively debates about healthcare and STD testing vs. gathering around a toddler's new Cars race track and cheering on the person who can shake the race car the most efficiently to produce the longest run.

It's quietly snuggling on the couch, reading a book to my son while Ben rambles on and on about Words With Friends vs. helping Gus put sprinkles on a fun fetti cupcake and singing Happy Birthday to Jesus with my nephews.    

And you know what?  I feel equally lucky to be able to be a part of both families, and experience such equally awesome yet different versions of Christmas.

On that note... on with the pictures from Christmas with my in-laws.

The cutest most adorable walking 10 month old little lady e-ver.

Gus appears to be playing nicely with his cousin, but soon he will decide that she's too much in his bubble, and deserves a monster truck in the face.  Not cool my son.  Thankfully Dan has quick reaction times and caught the monster truck in mid flight.

Following that incident we have this... looks like he's super remorseful and learning a lot on his time-out on Grandma's bed, huh?  Oy vay.

After singing Happy Birthday to Jesus.  Cupcake devoured in about 15 seconds flat.  

Nephews patiently waiting for GO TIME.

Thomas legos!  Had to be opened immediately, of course.

  

The infamous race track.  Dan and I got it for my nephew, it takes up a lot of space, and is sort of loud.  I feel a little bad now... his parents probably would have preferred jammies and some small cars.  :)

 

When we got home at like 10:00 PM, Gus stayed up a little longer playing with his new toys... his Thomas legos, motorcycle, and helicopter.  He was so excited and we couldn't resist his enthusiasm.  Nor can I say no to a kid who looks that freaking adorable in his Christmas jammies.  

I seriously can't resist babies (he's still a baby right?!) in pajamas.  

He's here!

My goodness... so yeah.  We had our baby.

Louis Daniel was born on the morning of New Years Eve day, surprising us 10 days early, weighing in at 9 lbs 1 oz.  We're calling him Louie.  What a crazy whirlwind the last week has been.  The birth was super quick and really beautiful (yet painful)... and life since we've been home has been exciting, emotional, and exhausting.  We're having fun getting to know our little guy.

He looks a lot like Gus did as a baby, with a cute little pointy chin and fuzzy blonde hair.  But he's blonder, and he makes the most hilarious grunty noises all the time.  Oh my goodness, such a loud sleeper, he grunts and squeaks and gurgles, and his little cry sounds like a Pterodactyl, it is so hilariously dramatic.  He's a pro at nursing, which I am so thankful for, he has a perfect latch and is super efficient and fast.  Not a little grazer who would constantly fall asleep on me while eating like his brother was.

That first day or two home were hard, I won't lie.  I was pretty overwhelmed with the state of our home, in complete disaray as we were still in the middle of getting organized for the baby.  We hadn't gotten a lot of things on my to-do list done, and it made me feel really stressed out, trapped on the couch all day with a baby who was quite ready for his mama's milk to come in, and wasn't going to let her put him down until it did and he was good and full.  My milk did come in though, on Monday evening, and I can't say how relieved I was.  Louie was also releived, and now actually lets other people hold him besides his mama, and is awake and alert and not crying for good periods of time throughout the day, AND he's sleeping 2-3 hours full stretches in the bassinet at night.  Things are going good.  Also, yesterday Gus went to my mom's house for the day, like he usually does on Wednesdays, and Dan and I were able to get this placed organized, baby's room no longer is full of tubs and boxes, the baby clothes are all organized and in one place, the changing table is set up to actually change a baby on it, rather than store various crap.

I've been emotional about Gus and how this is all affecting him, even though he's doing really just fine, and he's been very sweet to the baby.  A few times where he's acted out, but mostly he just has gone on with his life, and stops every once in a while to say something about baby Louie or give him a kiss.  Obviously it's a huge change in his life, but I want the transition to be as seamless as possible, and I've tried to make sure I'm the one to put him to sleep a few nights this week, even if it means I was nursing Louie while doing it.     

Oh, and did I mention the week we have a baby has to be the week that we get a freaking rodent in our house, for the first time in 8 years of living in this old place.  At first we thought it was a shrew, but now we're pretty sure it's a mouse, but we cannot seem to catch the little bastard and it is driving us insane.  We came home from the hospital and there was mouse feces ON OUR BED.  Seriously.  At that moment I was like, "what the hell is the universe trying to do to us?!"

UGH!  Freaking mouse.  In my house.  In the room where me and my baby sleep!

Anyway, I'd like to take some time for a proper update very soon, and of course the birth story, it's just so hard when you're getting so little sleep to use any of your free time to not... well... sleep.  Or do laundry.  Oh GOOD GOD the laundry.

I'd also like to finish my Christmas post, which I was working on while in labor Saturday morning, but couldn't quite finish since things progressed from relatively easy contractions 10 minutes apart to, yelling at Dan, "We need to go to the hospital NOW" within about 2 hours.  

So for now, this mish mash and a few pictures is all I can muster. 

Soon, baby

Just have to interrupt the Christmas posts and pictures with some pregnancy stuff, real quick like, I promise.  We’re nearing the end here, and I feel like if I don’t write now, it will surely go unsaid…  And I like the idea of remembering these last few weeks/days before baby number two comes and our life gets flipped right upside down, Fresh Prince of Bell Air style. 

So there I am in all my 37 weeks of pregnancy glorious-ness, last Wednesday at my parents’ house.  The belly is really crazy at this point, and I honestly forgot how big you get at the end.  So many of my maternity shirts no longer cover the bottom of the belly without my constant tugging and readjusting throughout the day, and that is just not practical, especially when I spend so much time picking up my toddler or playing on the floor with him.  So my wardrobe is just getting very limited… I basically wear those long Old Navy or Target maternity tanks under cardigans or button-ups every single day.  I loathe getting dressed in the morning, and really considered buying a few cute new (larger) things to wear over the holidays but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  Such a waste of money at this point, and I would rather spend it on new nursing bras and tanks, or cute new outfits for the little one.     

   

Speaking of spending money, I took the advice of my very lovely friend and relatively recent new mother-of-two (miss you Betsy!) and did some online shopping for some newborn essentials.  I purchased a big old case of size 1 diapers, a 12 pack of new pre-fold cloth diapers to use as burp cloths (as I pulled out, washed, and organized all the old ones from two years ago I decided that there was absolutely no reason to reuse disgusting and old yellow-stained burp cloths that could be replaced for a total of like $12.99), washcloths, some side-snappy undershirts, and a few other things.  Of course, I ended up going a bit crazy and buying some new expensive outfits for the little guy because when packing our bags for the hospital last week I realized that the only “boyish” newborn outfit I had to put new baby in at the hospital was the one Gus came home in.  And while on one hand that seems somewhat sweet, I also just totally want this little guy to have his own look coming home.  How ridiculous is that?  I know.

Well, Dan called me when the package arrived this week and said, “What is wrong with you?  You seriously bought a 0-3 month outfit for $30 from Amazon?”  I really had no comeback, because he’s so right.  I almost didn’t believe him that it was $30, because no way would I have ordered something so extravagant… but the invoice does not lie.  So baby boy has a new organic soy cotton sleeper to wear once he exits the belly, and it is highly likely to be the only organic soy outfit he will ever wear, so I hope he reallllly loves it.     

Anyway, my midwife appointment that I mentioned I had last week went fine, but I was a bit concerned about the fact that the week prior the other midwife that I saw was a bit sketchy about exclaiming the baby’s head down.  She just didn’t seem completely convinced to me, even though she didn’t say anything different… it was just this hesitant vibe I got from her.  Also over the last week I’ve had moments where I couldn’t feel that big lump of a head down there, and I just wasn’t sure.  So at this appointment I mentioned to my main midwife, Katherine, who will be at my birth, the hesitation I sensed from Jessi, and she asked if I minded doing a little check to make sure, to ease both of our minds and thwart any surprise breach/transverse situation.  

So she checked, and strangely enough, in two pregnancies, it was only the second time I’ve been checked “down there”.  The first time was 20 minutes before Gus was born, upon arrival at the hospital after which I was declared to be completely dilated and at +3 station.  I have always declined any cervix checks since it’s not really an indication of, well, anything when you’re not in active labor.  Well sure enough, head is definitely down, WAY down, and behind my pelvis which is why it’s hard to feel from the outside.  I asked if that was something to be concerned with and she said, “No, it just means you’re probably doing a lot of waddling, huh?”  

Yup.  I’ve got the waddle down pat.

And while she was down there, I agreed to my second ever cervix check as well, and I’m 75% effaced and 1.5 cm dilated.  Sweet.  Whatever.  Like I said, doesn’t really tell us anything about when this baby might arrive since a woman could walk around for two months at 1.5 cm, but… there you go.  Pregnant lady TMI for you all, you’re very welcome. 

 And here we are today, baby and me, 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant.  Like I said, long tank + cardigan + jeans/yoga pants = all I can really fit into.  Though I should note that this tank is dangerously too short (I felt wind on my belly after getting out of my car this morning, alerting me to the indecent stretch-mark exposure that was going on) and these maternity jeans are just about on their last leg as far as elasticity goes (I am yanking them up ALL DAY LONG, argh!).

I took a picture from the front to show off the frightening belly button situation that is going on.  That little thing is definitely out and proud, no?  I think it scares people a little, so I like to dress to accentuate it.  Or, not.  It truly is just impossible to hide.   

I am getting really anxious to have all the unknowns of labor & birth out of the way (really just the when and the how and the dealing with the what happens to Gus during all this? situation), and I would like to meet this baby.  Oh yes, I really cannot wait.  I mean we get to be there for the beginning of a life.  As it gets closer, I’m remembering how amazing and humbling it is to be a part of something like that.  We are so incredibly lucky to have this opportunity.  Until then little one… 

A Truly Lovely Holiday (part 1)

Ahhhh Christmas.  I just love it, everything about it, the twinkly lights, the mad mall shopping, the little girls in their twirly church dresses, the gifts wrapped in pretty satin bows, the cookies outrageously decorated with sprinkles and red hots at the hands of excited little children hopped up on sugar, time spent laughing with and enjoying family.

This year it was great, as it always is.

Our Christmas family time schedule was jam-packed, of course, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.  Though now that it’s all over I have to say, oh my goodness, I am SO. TIRED.

Just… it’s a lot.  I say that every year, but this year it feels especially true, since I spent the holiday carrying around what feels like a massive bowling ball in my shirt and chasing after a toddler that just continues to do very naughty things to his cousins when we let down our guard.   

(So frustrating, trying to stay the course… remove him from the situation, give him “time-ins” talk about why we don’t hit or kick or pull the hair of other children, or dogs for that matter… but it just sometimes feels so pointless.  He looks up at you and in the sweetest of sweet voices says, “Gus be nice to Abby!  No hitting!”  Oh goodness.  So we know you can say it, but do you get it?  AT ALL?)

Anyway, the exhaustion didn’t really hit me until it was all over.  The joy of the holiday, the adrenaline, the sheer loveliness of our surroundings, it got me through it, but now with four family Christmas celebrations behind us, it’s like all of a sudden I totally feel 38 weeks pregnant.  This lady is spent, and ready for some quieter days to prepare for her little bundle of sweetness to make his grand entrance.

So Christmas started with my immediate family last Wednesday, it began with brunch at my parents house and then we spent the whole day together, which we don’t often have the chance to do.  It was really great to not be rushing around, to just be and enjoy each others' company. 

Dan had to go in the office for a few hours that morning, and I had an appointment with my midwife at 8:30 AM, so Gus hung out at grandma and grandpa’s in the early morning while they prepared the egg bake and potato pancakes, and baked delicious apple cranberry muffins.

It was really a decadent meal, absolute perfection. 

Gus thoroughly enjoyed his kiddie mimosa in a dinosaur cup, but he did not like bacon.  He spit it out in my hand and made the most disgusted face, declaring it to be "spicy".  Crazy foolish child, who doesn't like bacon?  If I didn't know any better I would have doubts about him actually coming from my loins.

The morning was just, quaint, lovely, relaxing.  Wonderful.  And beautiful, of course, since it was at my parents house.

After the meal we all needed some fresh air, and since it is the brownest of Minnesota Christmases and there is no snow and it is averaging something like 40 freaking degrees these days, we decided to go across the street to the park for a bit.  I really thought long ago that we had said our goodbyes to the swings at the park until springtime.  Minnesota weather has proven me a fool once again. 

Naptime soon followed, and my dad agreed to stay home with a sleeping Gus while the rest of us went and saw a movie.  Awesome.  This is something we’ve always talked about doing on Christmas, but never have done because we’re always running around like maniacs to multiple family gatherings.  Another reason why we were so lucky this year to be able to just set aside a day for our immediate family to celebrate together.  It was just us, and we just had all the time in the world to do whatever we wanted.  Having read the whole Millenium trilogy, I was totally pumped to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, however inappropriate for Christmas its disturbing premise may be.  It did not disappoint. 

After the movie it was back to my parents’ place where Nathan was joining us after work for Chinese food and presents.  We ordered too much of course, from our favorite little hole-in-the-wall down the street, and feasted and lounged and laughed and then opened gifts.  Gus clearly had to help everyone open each gift, and he reveled in the new trains and toys he received.  He’s a very lucky nephew and grandchild, that is for sure.     

 

And that was just the beginning of the present and sugar mayhem for the little guy, there would be many more gifts and Christmas parties to come…