Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Shake it, baby, shake it!

We made blueberry pancakes for dinner and to go with those pancakes we made...butter! I thought the kids would be more excited it about it than they were. To Rachel's credit, she was excited and she did the majority of the churning, but Miriam, well, Miriam shook the jar approximately two times before claiming she was "exhausted."



Zoë at one month

Yesterday Zoë celebrated her one month "birthday." She went to the doctor with me for my six week check up (a couple weeks early) and we were lucky enough to get my favourite nurse, Zeiynab, and one of my favourite doctors, Dr. Choi, so it was a pretty good visit. It seems strange that I won't be going in there on a regular basis anymore.


Chugga, chugga

"I stayed dry!" Benjamin chirped in my ear far too early this morning, an announcement he thought was particularly exciting because he only had to earn one more sticker to fill up his chart and filling up his chart meant...



...earning a tunnel for his train!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Happy Birthday to me!

This morning Benjamin kept asking for his "yoda." What he meant was "minion" (he got one in a cereal box a few days ago) but we found Yoda, anyway, along with all the other Star Wars toys we have. and Rachel insisted we do a photo shoot with Zoë.

Our finished product isn't nearly as pretty as the inspiration, but that's how it goes when you're winging it, I guess.


Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day

Andrew's still in New York, so we missed celebrating Father's Day with him this year. He missed the kids singing in sacrament meeting. He missed out on handling the cards the girls made. He missed out on Father's Day treats. Mostly, though, he missed out on us. And we missed him!



Baby Showering

This morning Zoë wore a brand new dress to church (after trying on a couple other brand new dresses that were still too large). She's a regular little clothes horse—and who'd have figured it, with her being the fourth child.

In the dress from Sister Wood

Friday, June 19, 2015

Crazy Day and Quiet Day

Yesterday was a pretty rough day around here. Poor Grandma has had a sore back (it was sore even before she came out to help us) and it just kept getting more and more painful for her to do anything. By yesterday afternoon she couldn't do anything, practically, and the pain started localizing around her kidneys.

Grandma is very familiar with kidney pains.

Eventually she decided she needed to go into the ER for a scan, so we loaded up the kids into the van and headed off to the ER. The kids are always excited to drive past the hospital where Zoë was born and what's even more exciting is it's on the way to Pelican's! Benjamin was sure that that's where we were headed (because Grandma was just fine—obviously).

He kept saying, "Grandma, us can go to Peck-ee-uns! And us can get snow cones and count cars. I will count the red cars and you can count the blue ones!"

It took me a while to figure out what he was talking about...but when I finally did it made me smile. We'd watched the movie Up on the way home from the beach last week. He was quoting Russell:
And afterwards we'd go get ice cream at Fentons. I always get chocolate and he gets butter-brickle. Then we'd sit on this one curb, right outside, and I'll count all the blue cars and he counts all the red ones, and whoever gets the most, wins. I like that curb.
He's very much into mimicking story lines lately, pretending that he's actually living them. Today he found a wand during scripture study and put a spell on himself to make himself "big, big, bigger than the whole house so that [he] doesn't even fit!"

The kids watched Alice in Wonderland this afternoon.

Anyway, we dropped Grandma off at the ER (not as callous as it sounds—even Grandpa's done it before) and headed home for my first afternoon flying solo with all four kids (since Grandma came (I did that one week without having either Uncle David or Andrew home and it was rough)).

Grandpa called to see how things were going and I said, "It hasn't been too bad. It's only been a couple of hours, but it hasn't been too bad."

He was looking at plane tickets to come out and rescue us all because Grandma's kidney stones never pass on their own. She always has to get them "blasted" and then there's recovery time and so forth.

"You'll be stuck with four kids, no husband, and an incapacitated mother-in-law," Grandpa said. "So I've been looking at plane tickets. I can work from wherever, so I'll just fly out there...and break my leg so you'll have to take care of me, too!"

Fortunately, that didn't have to happen. It's "just" a kidney infection not a kidney stone, so they sent her home with antibiotics and pain medicine, and Grandma's feeling better (though not great) today.

We spent the afternoon quietly admiring Zoë on her new play mat (yes, Andrew, I picked up more baby hud (but I couldn't resist when someone was giving this away...because I gave Benjamin's little play gym away to Kim Welling when he was finished with it so obviously we needed a new one)).

Apparently the pattern is called "vintage boy." I'm assuming this is because it's not plastered with pink and purple? My little girl looked just fine on it...though admittedly she is wearing a hand-me-down shirt of Benjamin's, so...


Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Tidbits

We're in the middle of a heat wave right now, with temperatures reaching the hundreds, so we've been spending a lot of time either inside or, in the evenings, at the pool. It's a good thing Grandma's here or we'd just be stuck inside the house with each other all day every day (and that would probably drive us all crazy).


Monday, June 15, 2015

The help

Back in November, Andrew was invited to apply to The Institute for Qualitative and Multi-Method Research held at The Maxwell School of Syracuse University, so he did. In December he was accepted, which was a good but slightly panic-inducing thing.

Attending the two-week workshop is a privilege and honour but we had  a baby due on June 2 so having Andrew take off for two weeks in June sounded like a terrible idea to me. Before he accepted his slot we talked to his mom and begged her to fly out to stay with us while he was gone (it really didn't take that much convincing).

On Sunday afternoon we said goodbye to Daddy...



Zoë's first Sunday at church

With a beach trip under our belt I figured we could probably handle church, too. I think I spent the majority of sacrament meeting and Relief Society in the mother's lounge, but I made it to all of Sunday School (which was short because sacrament meeting went way over time).

At the end of the day Andrew said, "So, who's in the Mother's Lounge Club these days?"

It's funny because it's true. Mothers spend a lot of time in there, especially when their babies are small and get stuck in an eat-poop-eat-poop-eat loop. (Does anyone else out there have a baby who insists on eating every time they poop, even they've just eaten?)

Zoë is such a clean baby! We had no blow outs or spit up the whole day. I can't even tell you how weird that is for me. Rachel always had something driving down her legs, smearing up her back, or dribbling out of her mouth. Miriam was pretty good. Benjamin had major reflux until he was like a year and a half. But Zoë somehow manages to keep her bodily fluids contained, which is so weirdly wonderful I can hardly believe it's a real thing.

Here's a picture of Zoë at home after church: