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Monday, December 19, 2011

Henry is here!

And then we were four.  Henry was born on December 8th via c-section bursting into the world a full 8 lbs with a set of healthy lungs.  I was teary eyed and smiling from behind the surgery curtain and also jealous that my husband would be the first one to touch him, hold him and kiss him.  I concentrated on the sound of his cries and the fact that he was doing all the things that a newborn baby should do -- pinking up, screaming and rooting around for food.  I was grateful, humbled and proud.  I am a mom to two boys.

When I had Cam I was unconscious, so I didn't really know what to expect with a scheduled c-section, but I was delighted to find out that I had envisioned (and semi-prepared myself) for something much worse than it turned out to be.  I suppose that after my last birth experience, anything would be a piece of cake, but really the entire experience (surgery and recovery) was pretty easy.  The worst part for me was being prepped for surgery -- the IV, being wheeled down the hall without my husband, getting the spinal block -- and that is only because I didn't know what to expect on the other end and I was nervous.  After the spinal kicked in it was pretty smooth sailing.  The spinal was an out of body type of experience...I watched as nurses moved my legs around and it took me a second to realize that it was my body that they were moving.  My husband watched a lot of the surgery and got to take some good video of Henry being delivered.  I am thankful that he was there to witness this birth as we were both absent for Cam's.

Henry is a calm little guy (so far) and I am loving cuddling with him and getting back into the hang of newborn life.  The sleep deprivation is a killer and Cam is not adjusting as well as we would have hoped, but this too shall pass.  It is only day 11 and we have nothing but time.  For now I am back on the couch breastfeeding and living in my pajamas.  I'm soaking up every minute because I know how quickly it will pass.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

In the words of Michelle Tanner - HOW RUDE!

So, the time has come again where I sit on the couch and catch up on all the junk television while my new baby gets his fill.  My newest son is here, healthy and adorable -- more to come on his birth story and other mommy related topics -- but for now, I have to comment on something that has been on my mind...

Yesterday as I was healing, resting and feeding on the couch I caught up with my favorite vapid television family -- the Kardashians.  I watched a few episodes of Kourtney and Kim Take New York and ultimately decided that the least offensive Kardashian is Khloe...if you can believe that.  The episode that I want to comment on was the one where Kourtney and Khloe go to visit Scott Disick's parents in the Hamptons, for what appears to be Labor Day weekend.

The episode is pretty much a snooze with Kourtney and Scott fighting (what else is new) and Kim and Kris fighting (separately in Minnesota), but the part that got my attention is when Kourtney takes it upon herself to "help organize" Scott's parents house...without them knowing.  She literally throws things that she finds irritating or dated outside in the yard of their house without asking them.  She says she is "helping" and that they appreciate it.  Later we find out that Scott's mother does NOT appreciate it -- duh!

Kourtney's behavior on this episode is literally some of the rudest behavior that I have seen out of the Kardashians and that is saying something.  It is one thing when you are rude to your own family, but when you go into someone else's home and mess with their belongings just because you think you know better than they do, that is revolting.  Kourtney comes off as a complete idiot to think that someone may not take offense to her actions and it just proves that she is living on a different planet than the rest of us...a self-involved one at that.  It was encouraging to see that Khloe thought that these actions were also out of line...and that is why I find her the least abhorrent of the sisters at this moment.

No more Kardashians for me for awhile...unless there is nothing else on and the baby needs to eat...

Monday, December 5, 2011

Baby Hair Gone.

On Saturday I let a random hair stylist cut off Cam's baby hair.  My son was born bald (despite my copious amounts of hair/curls) and pretty much stayed that way until his 1st birthday when his hair finally started to fill in.  I had held off having his 1st haircut until now and although his do wasn't out of control (like many a celebrity kid), getting a trim was definitely needed.  We took him to a "kiddie" place where they have animals to sit on, a movie is playing on the TV and the haircut literally takes 5 minutes (depending on the hair I suppose).

Of course he wanted nothing to do with sitting on the animal so my husband had to hold him in his lap.  I watched as the hair stylist clipped around his little head while Cameron sat watching The Polar Express and curiously peeked at the other customers.  I watched as she cut off his baby curl at the nape of his neck (which in truth was starting to look like a rat tail circa 1986).  I was sad.  My little baby is no longer a baby.  He is a boy -- with definite opinions about what he wants, likes and needs.  He is a toddler who throws fits when we have to leave a playdate and he is a big boy who will blow me a kiss good-bye when it is time to go into daycare.  The 1st haircut will be recorded in his baby book, the locks of hair will be saved in a tiny envelope and the pictures uploaded.  I'm glad I went to do this with him before my new baby arrived because I know that things are going to get pretty hectic for awhile.  I am savoring my moments as a mother of one and this was one that I won't forget. 
                                                             Before...

                                                       getting trimmed up...

                                                                 All done!