Spring has Sprung...

...in more ways than one. Okay, so I can't take full credit for that statement, but it was so clever. Remember all the pregnant mommies at my church? Four of the seven have been born. The fourth was actually born on Easter morning, which is also when this picture was taken.

Amelia (2 weeks) with mommy, Jennifer; John (5 weeks) with mommy, me; Nathaniel (3 weeks) with mommy, Kim

John & Noah with their Easter baskets

After church on Easter Sunday, we piled in the car and drove to Greg's parents house. Most of Greg's family was there. We had a really yummy lunch. And, Grandma planned an Easter egg hunt for the kids. Noah was the youngest hunter, so he got to go first. It was super windy. The eggs were blowing across the sidewalk after the kids had collected them and were going through their buckets.

Noah getting ready for the hunt

Noah getting ready for the hunt...last year (some things never change)

The hunt (very windy!!)

Taking inventory

"I thought she just had some candy in her hand... Where did it go?"

Playing with his Chalk Hawk

We've had lots of skinned knees already... His left knee has 3 separate skins on it; his right just has one massive one. When I put him in the bathtub the other night, he said, "Don't wash by boo-boos, mommy."

Ouch!

This weekend, Greg was out doing the winter clean up in the yard. Noah was helping. Greg had gloves on while he was raking (or braking as Noah says). Noah thought he needed "glubs" on too. Poor Greg... He was raking the leaves into nice little piles in the yard. Noah was coming along behind him spreading them out with his rake...

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

Noah likes to get in and out of the car by himself. You'd think that would be helpful... Unfortunately, he's a dawdler. The other day I told him to hurry up. He looked up at me and said, "Don't worry, I'm comin'."

Today, Greg went in to get Noah up from his nap. Greg asked Noah how froggy got out. Noah replied, "He jumped over the gate."

Family of Four

I think this is the first decent picture of the four of us...

Eater Egg Hunt

Our church hosted an Easter egg hunt last weekend. We kept telling Noah we were going. He said, "I shoot 'em." (Greg hunts...)

Anyway, it was pretty cold. By the time I got John ready to go outside for the hunt, they were coming back in. It was the fastest hunt I've ever seen (or not seen as the case may be). Noah didn't get many eggs, but he was happy with his stash and he had more than enough candy!

Poppy's Layette

Okay, this would be a really good "Name that baby." That was not my intention when I started, but I can't resist! So, give it a try...

This is the layette my dad wore home from the hospital after he was born.

Exhibit A:


Exhibit B:

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

Greg came out ready for work one day in a blazer. Noah (with mouth full of oatmeal) said "Don't wear that." Greg said he was going to wear it to work. Noah replied "Take that off. It's not comfy for you."

We caused a scene in the mall... I'm sure the first of many. We were running errands and were really close to the mall. I wanted to run in and get one thing really quick. I knew what I wanted and the store was close to the door. I had just been to Sam's and filled the back of the car with stuff , so I couldn't get the stroller out. I put John in the Baby Bjorn and just held Noah's hand. The store we were in has a little play area for kids. I told him he could play as long as he was obedient when I said it was time to go. He threw a fit (on the floor) when I said it was time. So, I picked him up and had him under my arm. (It was the only way I could carry a kicking, screaming boy with another one strapped to my front.) People were looking at me, of course. Finally, I asked Noah if he wanted to walk. He did, so I told him he needed to turn off his fit. Thankfully, he did!

Speaking of Sam's... I told Noah we were going to Sam's. The entire time we were shopping in Sam's, he kept saying "Is Sam going to be here?" Me: "No, Sam's is a store, not a person."

The other morning, I was cleaning up after breakfast. Noah was looking at one of Greg's books. He said "It says 'juh' mommy." I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. I turned around and looked. He was pointing to the G on the cover page.

Bye Bye Birdie

Can you guess what caused this on our living room ceiling?

Too bad the picture doesn't do it justice!

Last Saturday night, we went to small group. We had a sitter for Noah. When we got home, we walked her to the door. Greg was just about to close the door and in flew a bird! We were running around trying to figure out what to grab quickly to catch it or shew it out. Jinx (one of our cats) cornered it behind the sofa cushions. I'm thinking to myself, there are going to be bird guts all over my white sofa... Greg came up from the basement with a laundry basket. Not really sure exactly what happened, but the bird "escaped" and then there was a huge dent in our ceiling. After some chasing, the bird ended up in John's room. We closed the door so it was at least contained. I was a little disgusted it was in John's room, but what can you do? Meanwhile, John had woken up and was starving to death. I started feeding John. Greg went in to catch the bird. Every once in a while I would hear a bunch of noise. Then he would come out and I could hear the chirping (you know, heckling him). Eventually, he caught it under a box and was able to slide another flattened box under it.

The bird only pooped in one place. But there were feathers everywhere! Noah slept through the whole thing, but we told him about it the next morning. All week, he's been talking about it as if he were there. He keeps saying the bird flew in and pooped on the pillow and it was gross.

The Big Man

Check out this link... I'm so proud!

http://stlouis.bizjournals.com/stlouis/stories/2010/03/29/daily39.html?ed=2010-03-31&ana=e_du_pub

Happy One Month, John!

It seems impossible that John is a month old today... He had his one month check up today, in fact. He now weighs 10 pounds, 4 ounces. He's in the 75th percentile for both height and weight. He had a great check up. But next week he's having an ultrasound on his hips. Apparently, it's standard for breech babies. They check to see if the hip socket is loose, which can happen because of their position in the womb. If it is, he'll need a harness for a few months. We're praying he won't need the harness.

John's 1 month picture

Noah's 1 month picture

Whenever the camera appears, Noah wants his picture taken...

I think we're starting to adjust. Noah is definitely adjusting. He's still having trouble being obedient. He's figured out he can get away with stuff when I'm nursing John. I'm not really sure what to do about that... Any ideas? (Yelling and making idol threats doesn't count.)

John is a good eater and sleeper. It seems during the day he would sleep for a rather long time if I didn't wake him. But, I try to wake him so that he eats every 3 hours during the day.

Noah always asks where John is if we come out without him. He wants to hold him all the time too. He thinks he's big enough to pick him up...

We're dying for some nice weather. Noah needs to get out and burn some energy... We've had a few nice days, but it's still really wet. I'm certainly ready for spring!

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

I nearly forgot the funniest thing Noah said this week...

I went to get him up from his nap one day. He said to me, "Did you eat a Thin Mint?" I asked why he thought that. He sniffed great big and said, "I can smell it."

Another Snapshot

While we were still at the hospital when John was born, Noah was very off his schedule. He had late naps and late bedtimes because he was visiting us. Noah never falls asleep anymore unless he's in his bed... He was very tired.

Settling in at home.

Feeding the babies.

When John had his first doctors appointment, my mom dropped John and I off and took Noah to Trader Joe's so he could do some shopping.

There's always room on mommy's lap.

Golfing at the Hair Saloon while daddy gets a haircut.

The weekend after we came home from the hospital, we took Noah to the park. It was sort of warmish. He mostly just wandered around watching the other kids. (There were 896 kids there. I thought it would be crowded, but not that crowded.)


Yesterday, Noah woke up really early and was sick. Poor little guy...

Watching a movie with the thermometer.

Tuckered out from being sick and up so early.

Eating some toast on the couch.

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

This morning, Noah was sitting in his highchair eating breakfast. Greg was on the computer. Noah said, "Daddy, you need a spanking." We asked him why. He said, "Because you touched the computer."

Greg and Noah were out running errands. They saw a dead squirrel on the road. Greg said, "Ewe!" Noah piped in and said "He has a bad bonker."

Noah randomly said to me this week, "Relax, mommy."

Greg and Noah were playing hide and seek. Greg was hiding. Noah was having a little trouble finding him, so Greg said, "Pssst." Noah answered (in a whisper), "Yeah."

Name That Baby

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B.

C.

And, just for kicks... Cover up the hair on this picture and who do you have?

Our New Life in a Snapshot

Waiting to go home



Oops!

Sharing Froggy

Holding Baby John

Having blue Gatorade

Matching Shirts

This is what happens when daddy does the dressing.

Noah with Julie and the fabulous cookies she made.

How did all this fit inside me???

Elvis

Playing Outside

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

My mom was bringing Noah to the hospital to visit when John was born. On the way, Noah announced he had a board meeting tonight. On the way home, he said "turn right on Manchester."

Another time on the way home from the hospital, my mom said they would take the short cut. They got turned around. Noah kept asking, "Is this the cutter way, MiMi?"

Last Sunday morning, I called Noah to tell him good morning when we got up. The first thing he said was "Can we come see you next, mommy?" (It kind of broke my heart a little bit...)

Noah got in trouble for standing in his high chair. I went to get him out of his time out and was talking to him about why he was in trouble. He said "it's dangerous."

I was giving my mom our address. Once I said the street address, Noah pipped in with the city and zip code.

I was feeding John. Noah asked if I was going to feed him on the other tummy.

The Arrival

John made his debut via c-section on Thursday, February 25 at 12:18 pm. He weighed 7 pounds, 11 ounces and was 20 inches long. We think he looks very much like his brother. Noah thinks John is pretty cool. He wants to hold him all the time.

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

A few days ago we went to a particular store (we'll call it Store X). I generally don't do much shopping at said store, but there was something I needed I thought they would have. I was trying to make just one stop instead of two. Turns out they didn't have the one I needed. Later, on the phone, I said to my mom, "I don't like Store X." A couple of days later, Noah and I drove by another one (not even the same one we went to). He said, "I don't like Store X." He doesn't miss anything...

During Noah's party, I was talking to my friend Amy. She looked over at Noah and laughed. He had out a duster and was dusting off the piano. She commented on how only my child would be dusting during their own party. (He is a little particular, like his mother.)

The morning after Noah's birthday party, when he woke up, he was singing "Happy Birthday" to himself. It was quite funny.

We were on our way to the gym a few nights ago. We were waiting to make a left turn. Noah said, "Watch out, Greg!"

We were getting off the highway today. I accidentally ran over those little bumpy things on the side of the road. Noah asked, "Did you have a big toot?"

We put Noah to bed the other night. He'd been in there and quite for 15 or 20 minutes. We thought he was asleep. All of the sudden, this little voice yells, "BOO-YAH!"

This morning I was putting Noah's clothes on him. He has a fairly big head (90th precentile, to be exact). Sometimes we have a little trouble getting our shirts on. When his head popped through the hole he said, "I have a big head. Room for lots of brains."

Today we were at the hospital completing our pre-registration for the c-section tomorrow. We had to go to about 6 different places. We were all over the place. With no prompting from anyone, Noah comments, "This is complicated."

Stubborn...Like His Mother

John still hasn't turned. I'm still having faith! But either way, we'll have a healthy baby in the next few days. That's the important part. I had a dream last night that he turned. I hope it was prophetic! The little widget baby is now head down now too. It's been head up all this time...

Today at church, I took a picture with my friend Kim. Our due dates are two weeks apart. We thought we needed one last picture together. We're both having boys.

Stay tuned for the arrival update...