Friday, December 9, 2011

Latest Beer News

Here's why I've been slow to update: *smile*

Here we are a few days before my C-Section - 38 1/2 weeks pregnant. So, I don't have one of those belly buttons that "pops out" to tell you when the baby's ready, my face just turns into a ball. I'm guessing it's so my belly doesn't feel so lonely in giganto-world...

Family picture - Oliver was thrilled, can you tell? It was close to lunch time and he was eyeballing the soccer ball we brought to kick around after the photos.

I love this picture since for the last 2 months, Oliver got SO EXCITED about having a baby brother, and would rub and kiss my belly all. the. time! So this didn't really have to be staged...we just asked where baby brother was.

And November 23, 2011 came! Baby Boy Beer was born 9:22 AM. He was 8 pounds, 5 ounces, and 20 1/4 inches long! No wonder I felt so huge and sore!
He remained nameless for three days...better than Oliver who took four days.

Nich (Daddy) cutting the cord.

Just as with Oliver, I was SO HAPPY to hear his loud cry! This little baby has some LUNGS! He is gorgeous and I couldn't stop kissing him and crying :)  He's perfect!
Actually, the doctors were suprised when Baby Boy started crying before they even got him out. The got most of his head out, and the crying started...he was ready! Or maybe really NOT ready to come out, hmmm.

Proud Papa

Oliver got to meet his baby brother later that afternoon. His aunt Sara holding him here. Oliver was kind of confused, but excited! 

34 hours old...couldn't get the picture to turn around, but here he is chilling out! At this point, his first name was Ian. Just need to think of a middle name we could agree on and that suited this little guy!

Back at home and Oliver's first time holding his baby brother, Ian Alexander Beer! He was SO EXCITED and kept pointing out eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feet, toes...you get it! And then showed Ian "Hook 'Em Horns" and "Guns Up!"



Oliver wants to hold Ian every chance he gets!

My guys! I love this bunch more than ANYTHING!

Ian's first 2 weeks of life:



And our new family picture taken just last night!

Some other information for me to remember and for anyone else curious out there...

-I'm SO GLAD I opted to NOT have a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After C-section) since the doctor told me I had a really thin area in my uterus that likely would have ruptured had I gone through labor. She reinforced it (I assume with medical duct tape) and told me I was good to have another baby so long as I don't go into labor. Ok!

-I've been able to nurse Ian, and after a few tough days, things are going great and he's back to his birth weight in a matter of days. YES!

-Week 1, I lost 20 pounds, and by week 2, it's down 26 pounds. Sounds good til you hear I had a total of 42 to lose...still a ways to go. But over halfway there!

-Oliver started sleeping through the night (finally) about 2 months before Ian was born, and can now sleep through the cries in the middle of the night. Thank goodness!!!

-I LOVE LOVE LOVE my family! We are so blessed with our 3 boys!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Happy Howl-oween!

(I stole that from my punny sister, Za)

I thought I'd add our Halloween 2011 to the mix of the thousands of people blogging, Twittering, and Facebooking their Halloweens this year...tonight was just too much fun not to!

When I first asked Oliver what he wanted to be for Halloween, on 2 separate occasions he told me he wanted to be a cow. He was very clear about this. We went to a Halloween store and found the toddler-sized cow costumes, and Oliver tried it on. I'm not sure why, but somehow it freaked him out and he wanted NOTHING to do with cows. Ok. On to plan B. I gathered a ton of ears attached to headbands - dog, cat, zebra, tiger, giraffe...you name it, I grabbed it - and brought them over for him to see. After Za and I modeled some ears for him, Oliver was inspired to try some out, and decided to be a dog! Of course we got puppy ears, tail, and a cat basket as his costume. He even wanted to wear the ears out to lunch :)

So here is our little puppy dog, with the ears I was SURE would be ripped off in 10 seconds, but he LOVED them and ran around telling everyone he was a dog, then barking! 

 He refused to change shirts into a color that matched his little ears and tail, so he was a stripey dog...and VERY pleased about that!

And the REAL dogs sported their costumes this year, and Daisy was, again, Dr. Daisy. It was fitting since we live in a neighborhood that is almost exclusively medical residents - so many people live in scrubs around here that they barely noticed a dog dressed in them :)
 Needless to say, only Daisy joined us trick-or-treating. Can you imagine Chester out there with all the people in costume? So he stayed home and watched the swarms of kids from the bedroom.

Oliver was super excited to get his tail put on, and flashed Za this smile that he reserves just for her when she's behind the camera. I can't get him to smile like this - it's a Za thing.

We met up with his good buddy, Kenzie, who was also a puppy dog, and these two cutie-pies spent the evening running around and finding houses with lights on. They were so excited to be dogs for the night!

Knocking doors - they would knock continuously and loudly until someone would answer. Nich taught Oliver to say "trick or treat."
 And people answered with CANDY!! Oh Oliver thought this was FABULOUS!!
 Look! CANDY!!! He HAD to have a few pieces while we walked to the next house.

And more nice people with candy! Here's Nich with Oliver and Kenzie with her mom. Can you believe she had a baby 4 months ago? A cute little boy dressed as a basketball :)

And here's a surprise person answering the door on Halloween!
 He was a FANTASTIC Santa. We are so going over there over Christmas and get getting pictures with him!

And Oliver with his Za and his Daisy :) Two of his favorite ladies!

 And our little (but growing) family!
And pardon my giant face - there IS a giant belly there to match at 36 weeks pregnant. I managed to hide it pretty well behind Oliver!

HAPPY HOWL-OWEEN!!!

 Oh, and here we are at 7:00 the next morning with all the CANDY!!! Notice the bit of brown still on Oliver's nose...he wanted to sleep as a doggy too last night :)

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Anatomy Class

All my friends with kids have so many funny stories about the goofy things their children say when they're first learning to speak and while they're trying to figure out how things in the world work. I am so happy we have a few of those, but the one that takes the cake at the moment is my little boy's figuring out gender... In one of my favorite "How to Raise a Toddler" books, it says that children this age have no idea about gender, and by around age 4-6 they start defining gender by clothing - girls wear dresses, ponytails, etc, boys have short hair and such. But there's always a funny story about the road to figuring out what makes boys boys and girls girls. Oliver has one such story. Nich might kill me for telling it, but I HAVE to record it since I think it's a great one to tell his future wife :)

The other morning when Nich was done showering and getting dressed, he realized the clothes he wanted were in the drier after washing them the night before (yeah, how cool is it that my husband launders his own clothes fairly regularly? I didn't say FOLD and PUT AWAY, but I'll take wash and dry, ha ha ha!) and walked through the house stark naked on his way to the drier. Oliver and I were in the living room - now just as background information, seeing one of us getting dressed is pretty normal for our 26 month old - so neither Nich nor I thought anything of it. That is until Oliver looked up, pointed and shouted "Daddy penis!!!!!" Without losing a step, Nich disappeared into the laundry room and there I was saying, "Yes, that is Daddy's penis. Ready to read this book?" Oliver stood up, grabbed his diapered and pajama'd crotch and said "Dada's penis." (Oliver calls himself Dada). I agreed that was where it was, but then he looked concerned and said. "Where'd it go?" I told him it was in his diaper...meanwhile, Nich walks back through the room back to our bathroom. Still stark naked. So Oliver starts pointing things out again and getting very troubled about where his own penis went.

I took his diaper off and told him his penis was still safe right there, and penis in hand, Oliver ran to the full-length mirror in our room shouting "Dada's penis, Daddy's penis" and stood there staring proudly at himself. At this point, Nich was fairly dressed and we thought Oliver was ready to get dressed too, until he turned to me and asked, "Mamma's penis?" Oh dear. "No, Mamma doesn't have one, just boys like Daddy and Oliver do." I could see the little gears turning as he, I assume, was thinking back to the times he's seen Mamma getting dressed, and he started asking about who else had a penis. Oh my. So we went through the list of everyone he knew - if you're related to him, I'm sure we talked about your private anatomy with our son, I'm sorry...and Oliver was REALLY interested in all of this talk. Until we got to Chester and Daisy. Chester has a penis, Daisy doesn't. Wow, that about blew his mind! THANKFULLY he didn't need proof of it, so the dogs and all our relatives are off the hook ;)

I'm sure this is not the end of this discussion, and is only the beginning, but what a fun start to Anatomy 101, huh?

Thursday, August 25, 2011

TMI - Toilet Training

 Toilet Training Shopping List:
Toddler training seat
Step stool
Pull-ups
Toddler underwear
M&M's
Flushable wipes
Laundry detergent
Bissel Wet Vac solution

Got all that over the course of about 2-3 months, and finally decided to try it out "for real." Oliver kept showing interest in toilet training...I got the hint when he'd go in and try to sit on the pot, tell me he needed to go when I was going to go and then try to sit on it before me, tell me when he was going to go "too too," and spending hours sitting naked on the froggy-potty we got for him (that, unfortunately, just became the cool naked-chair and had nothing to do with peeing - why would it, no one else pees in a giant green frog...), then sitting for 3-10 minutes at a time on the toilet...nothing ever coming out, but he got big smiles from everyone for sitting there, and often sat with a giant grin on his face.

SO, we did it one day. After a quick pep-talk from my mom, we went from morning diapers to all day underwear. I had read that because modern diapers and pull-ups are so effective, kids often can't tell when they're wet. So, I decided to go straight for underwear so he (and I) would know when he pee'd and I could figure out his elimination-schedule. Oh fun times.

With the first pee-accident, he said "tee tee" when he was wet (up until now, "penis" and "pee pee" were synonymous, so I think he now knows the difference a little better now - yes, we use the real words in this house...most of the time...if we had a girl, I don't know if I could stop using the word "va-jay-jay" though, the other is just too much, ha! Oh, and as per the previous post, "ta-ta's" is a scientific word as well). Anyhoo, back to the excitement of potty training. Oh yes, and I call it TOILET training because of Oliver's issue with port-o-potties, but I'll bring that up again later. So, Oliver was far more concerned with the wet spot on the floor than going to the toilet, but by accident #3, he decided we weren't going to clean it up before walking calmly and sitting on the toilet, praises for sitting, and changing out underwear. Our wet-vac got a lot of exercise, and can I say, I really appreciate the automatic cleaning action of that little thing. ("Just set it and forget it!" Ok, different appliance, but verse two of that song) I found out he pees just about every 50 minutes, and was SO happy when it was nap time, since that was diaper time :) Oliver seemed relieved too (punny, ha ha) and pooped in the diaper and asked for it to be changed - Oh I'm so glad I didn't have to deal with poop in underwear.

After nap time, back to undies, and being told "tee tee!!!!" after the fact. By the end of the day, Oliver was not super excited about mounting the toilet every hour and being wet. Watching him all day, I have come to the conclusion he still doesn't realize when he's going to pee until after it's started. So, I have decided, in my great wisdom and experience, ha ha just kidding, according to "the books," to wait another month or so and try again. He just turned 2 on Sunday, so it's a tad early for a boy anyway, but he now knows about peeing and being wet, and we do that in the toilet, but he just doesn't have the ability to coordinate it all yet. So rather than making it a loosing battle, frustrating him, pulling my hair out, and having a urine-stained house (even though our wet-vac is pretty awesome) we're going to wait a month and try another day and see if he can feel when he needs to pee BEFORE it's dribbling out. By the end of the day, I was so sad Oliver didn't get any pee in the toilet, so no M&M's, so we shared a bowl of M&M's for dessert as a little pat on the back for surviving a confusing and somewhat rough day.

Ok, back to the port-o-potties. Do you remember Oliver's obsession with the green and blue "yuckies?" Here's an excerpt of the post to refresh your memory:

"He's also obsessed with "trash" and "yucky" things. Has been since he was 6 months old and would point to every spot on Wal-Mart's floor and say "trash." He's very excited to throw away anything that looks garbage-worthy, loves the garbage truck, has to count all the garbage cans on trash day, and has this weird need to go see the "yuckies" or port-a-potties on our block in front of the houses under construction. Everyday. Several times a day - although we only go once during our evening walks. He wakes up talking about the "blue yucky" and the "green yucky". It would be endearing if he weren't also a little scared of them and SO obsessed with them."

They have taken away the blue one (thank goodness) and the "green-yucky" still stands. (In Oliver's language it's Nyagucky), and in a strange twist, Oliver now uses it as his word to express frustration and anger. Much like a swear word. Much the way people use the word "S**T!" which Nich and I find hilarious considering he doesn't hear us swearing, and what happens in a port-o-potty is so similar to the "SH" word, so hearing "Nygucky!!!" shouted from somewhere in the house makes up crack up, and we have now taken to using it as our swear word of choice.

TMI - Bras...


I must say, I am always impressed with everything a woman's body goes through in order to birth a human being. Apart from the enlarging of the heart, increased blood volume, organs compressing to half their size and crammed into whatever tiny place they can find plus the surge in hormones, moving of bones and dumbing down of the brain...so nicely called "pregnancy brain" that I'm still not convinced ever truly goes away...what I am most impressed with at the moment is the change in the feeding organ, the ta-ta's. Yes, I like to be scientific when I write, and in my book that's the correct term.

So I have noticed more backaches and bad posture that are annoying, but more than that, the "hoochiness" that comes with the spillage-over or "bubbling over" of an ill-fitting bra (you know, that oh so attractive look of having 4 ta-ta's, or an udder, when you're wearing a t-shirt.) So, even though I am in my largest pregnancy bra from Oliver's pregnancy, just 26 weeks in, I already "runneth over." Oh me oh my! So while Oliver was in school, I went and got fitted by a very sweet woman, and she brought me something a tad bigger than the pinching, cutting-circulation, leaving red marks, and showing a little too much bra I was wearing.


Um, so, slight difference. But can I say, HEAVEN!! It's for sure a Granny-bra, what with the wide shoulder straps, the giant band with 3 hooks in the back, and gigantic underwires that start at the center of my armpits. But, I stand up straighter, have happy shoulders, look "perkier," (not that that matters with the giant belly below, but I'll take it), and most importantly, the "girls" are happy! Held in a normal shape, in their natural position, and no bubbling over anywhere, I no longer look like a pregnant cow, just a beached whale with nice ta-ta's.



I'm still in shock...here's my hand in comparison to the cup. Eek!!! And I know things are just going to get bigger, so I'm a little worried about how THAT will work. There's not really room for much of anything to get bigger and yet, the baby still has a good 5-6 pounds to put on. Oh I'm going to need some help! (Maybe TMI #2, but Nich has offered to walk behind me and "support me" as much as I need. What a sweet guy...)


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

From the Experts

Thank you to the ladies who gave me wonderful advice and encouragement from my last post!! I keep re-reading the comments when things get tough :) I REALLY appreciate it so much!!!

My mom also reached out to help and sent us some light reading...



Thank you mom! (She said she chose them based on their reviews, and added that they probably all disagree and contradict each other, but may still be helpful - hahahaha! I'm betting she's right!) I've read through one of the books so far, The Happiest Toddler on the Block by Harvey Karp, MD, and like about 40% of what he says. The teacher in me is busy screaming at the other 60% of him that encourages EVERYTHING to be a negotiation/compromise, teasing about giving in (tell him "you always win" when you give them their way...so does that he mean he's a "loser" when he doesn't win?), and (I feel) raises kids with a sense of entitlement.  But I like the way he explains how to verbally reach and emotionally connect to a kid during a tantrum, and I like the way he sets up "time-out." (If Dr. Karp were to read this, I'm sure he'd say I didn't understand the techniques properly, but that's what I came away with, as did Nich and his mother when I read parts to them, so I feel justified, ha! - If you ever find yourself thumbing through the pages, read the story on page 254...I want to shout NOOOOOOO, NOT RIGHT!!) Anyhoo, I really did like some of it and am incorporating it into our lives. I'm happy to realize I already do most of the "secret tactics" given to keep a happy relationship with your toddler, and haven't noticed huge changes when it comes to Oliver not wanting to do something I've requested of him, but I'm going to give it a good 3 weeks or so.

I'm now reading Secrets of the Baby Whisperer for Toddlers by Tracy Hogg. 20 pages in, and so far, so good :)

Oliver's decided to read this one...

Why "No" is every toddler's favorite word Why your toddler clings to you one minute and rejects you the next How to understand your child's sudden fear of familiar things like the bathtub

I think it'll really help him figure out why he does what he does. ;)

Actually I just thought it was funny that he looked at the pile and picked that one out to "read!"

So thank you thank you all, and I'm always up for more advice and pointers on what worked for you, OR what you wish you would've done differently.

I've also decided, according to "the experts," not to take away Oliver's pacifiers at night yet..."they" say not to do something that drastic 3 months before or 6 months after a huge life change like a "move" or a "new baby"...Hmmmm. Ok, I've read that in several places now, and since we moved 3 months ago, changed him to a bed, put him in a new school, and are have a new baby in 4 months, I guess we'll wait 'til he's three. Easy, done, yay!

And a funny Oliver story I have to share - While Nich was shaving yesterday, Oliver was sitting there watching him, then got up, grabbed the squeegy we use to get the shower-water off the glass door, and started "shaving" his own face :)  So funny!! So Nich put some shaving cream on Oliver's face, and squeegied it off :) Oliver was BEAMING after that!

Monday, July 18, 2011

What do we do? (A Looooong Post)

I keep hearing the 3's are more terrible than the 2's. I think I'm getting a taste of the 2's - he is testing my every word, move, and thought and he's almost 23 months old.
I need to preface my gripes with this: Oliver is an adorable, outgoing, energetic, all-boy kind of kid, who likes to wrestle and horseplay, then turn around and read for a few hours. He'll eat anything you put in front of him and he loves bedtime and bathtime. He loves to dance and sing, go for walks, and get cuddled when sleepy. He loves his dogs, being chased around the house, going to the pool...the "deep wa-wa," playing peek-a-boo, and going down every slide within eyeshot. He's a spunky, funny, smart little boy who will do just about anything if it'll get a laugh.
He's also obsessed with "trash" and "yucky" things. Has been since he was 6 months old and would point to every spot on Wal-Mart's floor and say "trash." He's very excited to throw away anything that looks garbage-worthy, loves the garbage truck, has to count all the garbage cans on trash day, and has this weird need to go see the "yuckies" or port-a-potties on our block in front of the houses under construction. Everyday. Several times a day - although we only go once during our evening walks. He wakes up talking about the "blue yucky" and the "green yucky". It would be endearing if he weren't also a little scared of them and SO obsessed with them.
So here's the issue of the terrible-2ness. This sweet boy I just described also has a less-sweet side. I can't decide if it's just a hormonal two year old, an extra difficult child naturally, or something I'm doing wrong. Here are some of the issues:

1. A) Trust: While he will immediately run to play with any children ages 2-6, he is always on edge with kids younger than that, or who are shy/quiet. Mostly he doesn't want to share things with them (although he will with older kids) and he gets disinterested quickly and ignores them. Also, in his eyes, neither Nich nor I can interact with these younger children. He'll throw a fit and get VERY possessive. What do we do there? (especially after this next baby comes...I have a feeling there will be some LONG weeks if we can't figure out how to deal with this issue in the next few months) We don't know many people with younger kids, except my brother's family with a 1 year old who we only see a few times a year.
B) Trust: While we don't want Oliver to be friendly to any stranger he meets, we do want him to be happy and loving around adults he knows fairly well, and ones we tell and show him it's ok to be around. He starts off fine, then freaks out after a good 5-10 minutes - even if we've been hanging around the same people for several days. He's very clingy, and while I have read that toddlers go through this when they still can't communicate well and have reason to be insecure (I'm assuming a move would count as a reason) I wonder if this is more severe than that. However, even when he was 4 months old, he would cry when someone other than me or Nich would hold him...I'm SURE this is more on my part since I was so terrified he would stop breathing for the first year of his life and never let him out of my sight. Literally. While we've been working on that now (twice a week he's gone to a Mother's Day Out program from January-April, then a school from June til now where he has to be separated from me...and he does just fine after a good 5-10 minute crying session) I don't know that I see any improvement otherwise. He's even weird around Nich for a day after he's been pulling 14 hour shifts for several days in a row. At these times, I pull back and force Oliver to interact with Nich exclusively. That works and all is normal after a day. I'm not sure if it's just unrealistic expectations that Oliver should be immediately trusting and loving toward certain other adults, or if more work needs to be done there. I would love to have those particular adults take care of him without us for a few hours everyday we are visiting, but I don't think that's possible. This tactic has worked with Nich's parents (we'll go get dinner or something without Oliver in tow) and Oliver warms up to them within hours of our visits now. What do we do?

2. Time to Stop: Oliver is now starting to understand counting. He knows the number "two" really well. When we're playing or reading books, or something of that nature, when it's time to stop I say, "two more times, then let's do ____________." We show 2 fingers to each other and repeat two, then count one, two, then count each thing as we do them. (One book, two books. One ring-around-the-rosy, two ring-around-the-rosy, whatever it is.) Once we finish the last one, it's a tantrum. It's a good one. Especially if it's something like taking away the iPhone (we let him play learning games on it for a little while most days). While these tantrums are pretty much ignored and stop within a minute or so, (I've read ignoring the behavior is the best thing), what do we do in places not as casual as our house? Outside the house I'll try to redirect him with a distraction, or take him somewhere more private for him to scream. Sometimes this isn't an option though -
Do I become the lady at the store, outside the entrance in the 100 degree heat, with a 2 year old in my arms screaming and thrashing while my husband is still inside? Yes, I was that lady and the tantrum lasted until we drove out of the parking lot. It was a doozy of a tantrum. What do we do?
I'm especially stressed out about what to do when confronted with this problem where I am in a certain social situation and feel the pressure for him to be "the perfect child." Stupid? yes, but it's real and the people in these social situations hold these expectations. No, I can't avoid these situations. What do we do?

3. Frustration: How do you help a child who wants to do everything by himself, can't, then won't accept help? Perfect example...Oliver has a tricycle but his legs aren't quite long enough to do a complete rotation, so I push him with the large, built-in handle. He really enjoys this, but after a while wants to get off and push it himself. This works until he runs into the grass or the curb, then as he tries to maneuver it, it's too big and hard for him to control, and he gets MAD. When he calls for me, I go to help, but if I touch the trike or him, he screams "NOOOO" and tries to push it again. (Getting back on and going for a ride is not an option!) He finally ends up so frustrated, he's in tears on the ground and although I scoop him up and put the tricycle away, he gets even more upset that I've gone and taken it away - even if there's a new toy in it's place. I've seen so many little kids experience this, and I am at a complete loss as to what to do? Quite frankly, I don't know adults who handle frustration well, so what do we do?? He gets frustrated like this at times too when he's trying to communicate and I can't understand or guess correctly what he's wanting. Wanting to be so independent yet being so little, and unable to express himself has got to be one of the toughest rites of human passage. I'm very sure this is why our brain doesn't hold onto memories until we are around 4  or 5. Still, is there a way to make it less dramatic while teaching him healthy ways of dealing with frustration
So those are my issues, those are my questions. Nich keeps assuring me that Oliver is totally normal and we're doing a good job with him, and keeps pulling up studies and websites confirming all this, but I have others who's opinions I value, tell me that Oliver really IS that difficult and unpleasant to be around. Honestly, those words absolutely break my heart and mean more than a million studies Nich can ever show me. After pouring the last 3 years of my life into my little guy, it is so hard to hear that I'm so inept. So I'm asking for advice from the experienced parents, who've HAD 2 year olds, who remember the good and the bad of them, to give me some help.

This is how I think of my guy:
Totally in love with his goofiness!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Manly Stuff

 Nich's had a few days off now and he and Oliver were able to do some "real man stuff" in that time. Here's what they worked on today...baking cookies! Peanut butter cookies.


First, stir this.  Add this. Stir some more. Add some more...


 


 









                       TASTE mmmmm

BIG manly cookies.

YEAH!

Taste again...

Forget it, eat cookie dough by the spoonful like Daddy does!

Chester is available to clean any toddler hands

Magic baking machine

Cookies!!

Ready to try some?

Oliver first...

 Not to worry, the dogs each got their own cookies after LONGING for the peanut butter goodness.

And on a funny note: Oliver and I were going through his little booklet of artwork he made at his Mother's Day Out program in Lubbock. Here is a group of cartoon kids at the bottom of the front of the booklet. He started pointing to the kids and naming them...


Mamma first - has the red hair, makes sense. Oliver next, has braids...ok, confusing but sure.  Then Daddy, the girl with the longest, curliest pigtails of all the little girls! I about died laughing. Oliver stuck to his story though, those were the 3 of us every time he pointed them out. Baaaaaaaaahahahahahaha!