Today Lydah was being suspiciously quiet while playing on her own. Courtney walked into the bathroom and saw her washing her hands in the sink. Lydah was just standing there, mesmerized as the water ran through her little fingers. Finally, she turned off the sink and looked up at Courtney with a satisfied look on her face. "That was amazing!" she announced proudly. Amazing how good the water felt on her hands? Amazing that she'd mastered yet another new word? Amazing that two hydrogens plus one oxygen equals water? We're not sure, but we do think that that little girl is one amazing kid with a pretty amazing vocabulary for just two and half years.
As for our other amazing daughter: Eve has recently discovered how nice it feels to have an entire fist in her mouth, so she spends a lot of her free time this way. She is sleeping VERY well for a 3-month-old -- sometimes 11 hours at a time. Both girls have basically the same sleep schedule, which is NOT something we plan to take for granted (these things can change very quickly as all parents know, but we are SO thankful for the time being.) Eve is also cooing a lot, and she will give a great big smile to anyone no matter the time of the day. Her ears stick out a bit like Lydah's -- in fact, those two could be twins if not for the two-year gap!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A Collection of Short Stories
Lydah is starting to say funny/cute things so we're determined to write them down on our blog lest we forget them someday.
This morning after breakfast, I asked Lydah if she's like to watch some TV. She replied, "Yeah! Ok. We can watch Elmo 'cause it's your favorite." "It is?" I asked. She said with increasing excitement, "Yeah, it is! And it's my favorite too!"
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Mom: Lydah, who is the Bible about?
Lydah: Jophes. (Her backwards way of saying "Joseph.")
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Lydah and Daddy were playing in the church nursery when Lydah grabbed a book from the bottom of a stack of old books. One by one, books began to spill off of the shelf onto the floor. As this happened, Lydah cried, "Ahh! They're dripping!"
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One night Lydah was sick with a cough so Daddy laid down next to her for the night. After about half an hour of rolling around, coughing, and half-sleep, Lydah suddenly looks over at me and says loudly with excitement: "I'm not a baby anymore; I'm a big girl!"
This morning after breakfast, I asked Lydah if she's like to watch some TV. She replied, "Yeah! Ok. We can watch Elmo 'cause it's your favorite." "It is?" I asked. She said with increasing excitement, "Yeah, it is! And it's my favorite too!"
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Mom: Lydah, who is the Bible about?
Lydah: Jophes. (Her backwards way of saying "Joseph.")
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Lydah and Daddy were playing in the church nursery when Lydah grabbed a book from the bottom of a stack of old books. One by one, books began to spill off of the shelf onto the floor. As this happened, Lydah cried, "Ahh! They're dripping!"
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One night Lydah was sick with a cough so Daddy laid down next to her for the night. After about half an hour of rolling around, coughing, and half-sleep, Lydah suddenly looks over at me and says loudly with excitement: "I'm not a baby anymore; I'm a big girl!"
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
All About Eve
Our second daughter, Eve, was born Wednesday, November 5th (my sister Whitney's birthday!) at 4:39 pm, weighing 5 lbs 13 oz and measuring 19 inches long. Despite being such a little peanut, Eve is healthy, content and quite the sleeper!
If you're interested, here are the birth details...
Since 32 weeks I'd been monitored closely by doctors for oligohydramnios, a fancy word for low amniotic fluid. So we arrived at the hospital on the second day of 38 weeks for a scheduled induction.
The pitocin IV was started at 8:45 am (by the way, I had the greatest nurse, which makes all the difference), and I began having contractions immediately. They were very manageable though -- I read, watched TV, and stared longingly at Greg's lunch -- until 2 pm, when my doctor came to break my water. Things got serious (painful) at that point, and intense contractions came every minute or so. I was released from pitocin at 2:30 pm, but I was only at 3 centimeters and figured I'd be having these till midnight (my labor with Lydah was a day-long event). I began pacing the room, showering, and having Greg rub my back -- anything to ward off these contractions that felt as bad as my hardest ones with Lydah. This went on until 4:30 pm, when I suddenly felt an urge to either expel something monstrous from my body, or get hooked onto the finest of the medical world's anesthetics. It was a total surprise when the nurse calmly announced, "OK, you're fully dilated." She also added, "But don't push." Yeah right, I thought, and began pushing immediately. At that point I didn't care if I had to catch the baby myself -- she was coming out. The nurse and Greg urged me to pant through the contractions and wait for the doctor, but the nurse finally decided to grab the nearest midwife to catch the baby. A few concentrated pushes later, and Eve was in my arms! (I have to mention that my dear husband, in an effort to get me to wait to push, glanced at the monitors, misread them, and told me that Eve's heart rate was low. Of course, this had the opposite effect.)
Now we're at home, we're adjusting well, and all four of us are surviving on precious naps and homebaked goodies from both grandmas.
Thanks for everyone's prayers!
If you're interested, here are the birth details...
Since 32 weeks I'd been monitored closely by doctors for oligohydramnios, a fancy word for low amniotic fluid. So we arrived at the hospital on the second day of 38 weeks for a scheduled induction.
The pitocin IV was started at 8:45 am (by the way, I had the greatest nurse, which makes all the difference), and I began having contractions immediately. They were very manageable though -- I read, watched TV, and stared longingly at Greg's lunch -- until 2 pm, when my doctor came to break my water. Things got serious (painful) at that point, and intense contractions came every minute or so. I was released from pitocin at 2:30 pm, but I was only at 3 centimeters and figured I'd be having these till midnight (my labor with Lydah was a day-long event). I began pacing the room, showering, and having Greg rub my back -- anything to ward off these contractions that felt as bad as my hardest ones with Lydah. This went on until 4:30 pm, when I suddenly felt an urge to either expel something monstrous from my body, or get hooked onto the finest of the medical world's anesthetics. It was a total surprise when the nurse calmly announced, "OK, you're fully dilated." She also added, "But don't push." Yeah right, I thought, and began pushing immediately. At that point I didn't care if I had to catch the baby myself -- she was coming out. The nurse and Greg urged me to pant through the contractions and wait for the doctor, but the nurse finally decided to grab the nearest midwife to catch the baby. A few concentrated pushes later, and Eve was in my arms! (I have to mention that my dear husband, in an effort to get me to wait to push, glanced at the monitors, misread them, and told me that Eve's heart rate was low. Of course, this had the opposite effect.)
Now we're at home, we're adjusting well, and all four of us are surviving on precious naps and homebaked goodies from both grandmas.
Thanks for everyone's prayers!
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