Thursday, July 28, 2011

I'm trying to figure out...

if it's me-- or me being pregnant.  Because I could honestly see myself crying under completely normal circumstances at both of these commercials...





But it's not just these commercials-- it's the infomercial of malnourished children in Africa, it's the guy on re-runs of Project Runway who tells the group that he's been living with HIV for the last 10 years, it's the girl who tells her story of being bullied because of her facial deformality on Real Housewives, it's Niall giving up his paci... and many other weird things.  I'm like a big, sobbing, lip quivering mess.

Are you noticing the common thread that I'm watching waayyyy too much TV?  The point is... I can see myself crying at all of these things anyway, regardless of being pregnant.  It's hard to remember where it all blurs together-- the old me and the pregnant me.  But in the mean time, it will be nice to have something to blame my blubbering hyper-sensitivity on :)


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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wordless-ish Wednesday {Hot Cakes}

Matt and I have made somewhat of a tradition of making pancakes on the weekend.  Niall-- with his un-American, un-kid like pickiness-- has slowly but surely come around to eating them.  So when he ate THREE pancakes this past weekend, I thought I was hallucinating.  And then, while Matt and I were chatting, we looked over and saw that Niall did this all by himself...




And proceeded to shove the whole thing in his mouth.  Silly man.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Bye Bye Binky

We actually call it a paci around here, but binky worked better as the title of this post.  Either way, the pacifiers are gone and the heartbreak has set in.  I'm pretty sure that I officially know what it's like to nurse a raging heroin addict through detox and withdrawal. And it ain't pretty.


We've been getting Niall ready for this day for the last month or so.  I wanted him to be fully "over" the paci by the time the new baby comes along, so now seemed like the right time.  It started with little bedtime conversations like "We're gonna say bye bye to paci soon, ok?"

But last night, it was tough on me... because I knew what was coming today-- while he remained blissfully oblivious.  I tried to really pound the message in over and over last night: "Tonight is your last night with paci because tomorrow we're gonna put the pacis on the garbage truck since you're a big boy now.  Ok?  Bye Bye paci tomorrow.  We don't need paci anymore since we got all these new big boy toys so you won't be sad."  I was going on and on but he really didn't fully get it.

Even though he only uses it to sleep, he was really attached to paci for helping him doze off.  It was like brushing your teeth before bed-- it's just part of the routine and you can't go to sleep without that little part.

This morning went surpisingly smooth as butter.  Niall loves trucks, so we thought what better way to send the pacis off to greener pastures than to give them to the garbage man?

I started the process by reminding him what we were doing with pacis today, and let him have all 3 for the entire morning.  He happily ran around swapping each one out every few minutes for the next one.




Then, we heard the loud rumbling coming down the street and I knew it was time.  I'll admit, I was nervous; shaking like a leaf actually.  We ran out to the garbage man, personally handed them to him, and watched him put them in the back of the big truck.  He smiled and waved and tooted his horn as he drove away, while we waved and cheered.  Niall went inside and went about his business like nothing ever happened.



So why was I tearing up like some kind of emotional lunatic?  I guess this big step in becoming a big boy wasn't just about Niall; it was affecting me, too.  Niall and paci are like bread and butter; it's really been a part of who he is.  It's hard to picture Niall without it and it was really making me sad to think that we're starting this new chapter and leaving the old one behind.  My little baby is officially a big boy :(   

And then came naptime.  Reality kicks in for the big boy.  I can honestly say it made me more upset than any bump, bruise, busted lip or fever he has ever had before.  He went to the usual place where the pacis are kept and eagerly pointed, knowing that we were going up to take a nap.  I picked him up and showed him the empty basket, saying "pacis are all gone-- remember, we gave them to the garbage truck man?"

To which he started sobbing and moaned "Twuuuuck!!", like he had changed his mind and wanted the truck to come back and return his pacis.  I started tearing up again.  "Let's go pick some really cool stuffed animals and toys to take to sleep with us!"  He just sobbed harder, completely defeated, realizing that his precious pacis were really truly gone.

Then, we got upstairs and he suddenly remembered there was one last place that pacis are sometimes tossed: the diaper station.  I knew this was going to be agonizing for both of us.  He pointed and whined as I hesitantly picked him up and showed him that the inside was empty because we had given all the pacis to the garbage truck.

When I laid him down to change his diaper on the changing table, he covered his face with both hands and sobbed like I've never seen or heard before.  Real tears and real pain coming from his voice.  It was like his best friend had died and he was hopelessly pleading "Whyyyyy?????"

I cried a lot this afternoon, and after 10 minutes of Niall dissing every toy I handed him, 20 minutes of hugging and back rubbing, and 40 minutes of sitting downstairs listening to him hysterically cry himself into exhaustion, he is now finally asleep.

I went up and rubbed his little head, knowing that he had fallen asleep mid cry and just toppled over onto his stomach when he couldn't keep his eyes open any more.  And after one last tear down my cheek, I think I'm ready for this next stage.  He is growing into such a sweet little boy and every stage, as hard as it is to let go of the last one, is truly a blessing to be a part of.

Wish us luck tonight!  And please leave any advice you might have :)

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Friday, July 22, 2011

Flashback Friday

This time last year, I was bragging to all of my family and friends about what a "born water baby" I have.



He loved to splash and kick and jump, and even let me dunk his head underwater-- but I was way too nervous to let that last more than a milli-second.  Either way, he was a fish out of water and I couldn't have been happier.




So I'm not sure what I was thinking when I let a year go by and assumed he would remember all of his wonderful swim lessons and days at the pool from the previous summer.  It never even occurred to me to take him to an indoor pool over the winter.

Well, if you haven't guessed it by now, spoiler alert... Niall HATES the pool these days.  He screams and kicks and tries to pry himself off of me when I bring him chest deep into the water.  To which, I plead with him "Please stop kicking me away from you or you're going to DROWN!!! Don't you get that I'm the one keeping you afloat in this giant bath tub??"

Yesterday, he kicked my top off and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it because I was holding him arms length away while he used all of his leg strength to propel himself off my chest.  Meanwhile, I'm trying to hold onto him for dear life and duck underwater, hoping nobody sees my missing bathing suit.

We've got a lot of work to do.  There is no question that we will be doing swim lessons this fall, winter and spring.  He has to get used to the water again or I'll be devastated.  I feel so bad that I let him forget all of the progress he made last year and I am hoping he will re-gain his love of the water if I keep exposing him to it, but I think it's going to be pretty brutal for a while!

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Wordless Wednesday {Downtown}

Just chillaxin in the big boy chairs





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Monday, July 18, 2011

Flow Rider

A few disclaimers before you view this video:

  • this escapade takes place on a large piece of open farm land that has no roads or cars or potential obstacles within miles
  • the car is moving about 5 miles per hour
  • Matt is not purposely punching the rosary dangling from the rearview mirror; he was just fist pumping to the music
  • We don't usually blare aggressive Beyonce songs... with or without Niall in the car



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Thursday, July 14, 2011

It's good to be Irish

There's no doubt that Irish people take pride in their heritage.  In fact, I'm not sure that there are too many other cultures who have festivals where people who are not of that background show up anyway, just to enjoy the party.  And I like that about us.

We went to the Irish festival in Annapolis last weekend and just as I suspected, we wouldn't need to spend too much time in the kids' area because Niall would be hanging out in front of the music stage, pumping his fists like always. 


Niall has become an adamant fist pumper when it comes to any kind of music-- oldies, rock, Lady Gaga, even daddy's depressing death music (Alice in Chains, Seether, Tool), and you better believe you're gonna get an angry fist pump if the CD ends and you don't put something else on fast enough.

So I knew a good electric fiddle would get a good response from him.  The moon bounce just didn't compare, especially when he got jumped on by a 5 year old.  I know, you have to be blind to not see that coming.  But we had to give it a try, right?



But I gotta tell you, it was HOT as the dickens.  This poor boy only stayed in his stroller for about 10 minutes of the whole day- just for getting from Point A to Point B.  And it looked like I left him in the car with the windows up and went grocery shopping for the month.  Look at the progression... in the stroller:


After the stroller:


Not sure if cotton candy was the best solution here, but Aunt Mary Lou couldn't resist ;)

Despite all the sweat and tears (and possibly some blood), it was so worth it!



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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wordless Wednesday {Haircut?}

I think it may be time...





FYI- this is right out of the bath.  It doesn't look this crazy when it's dry :)

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Monday, July 11, 2011

Baby # 2

I've been dying to tell you guys why I've been slacking on the blog so much lately, but as most of you know, the rule is to wait 12 weeks before letting the cat out of the bag.  I can't believe how much I'm showing already!


Let me tell you, it has been a super fun 12 weeks (wink wink).  I think God implants a chip in your brain that forces you to forget all the pains of pregnancy and labor so that you'll keep having more kids.  All I really remember is that I had some morning sickness with Niall in the beginning, some discomfort close to the end, and that the middle was so cute and fun. 

The details of the morning sickness and the discomfort were really just a vague blur.  Now, I remember them clear as day.  I remember loathing not just certain foods, but pretty much all foods.  I would be starving and exhausted, but not able to think of anything to eat and not having the energy to cook anything that sounded remotely appetizing. 

This pregnancy has been more night sickness than anything else.  From about 4:30 until bed, it's pretty brutal, but I think that time frame is actually a blessing because Niall is asleep for the better half of it.  I don't know what I would do if I were sick for the first 4-5 hours of the day.  It would be unbearable for both me and Niall.

We were surprised about the sex with Niall, but this time, I don't think I can handle it.  We're going to find out in a little less than 2 months, and I CAN NOT WAIT.  If I knew that I would eventually get my girl, I would want this one to be a boy.  I would love for Niall to have a little buddy that he would take under his wing growing up.  But, I am so anxious about not ever having a girl that I am secretly kind of hoping this one's a girl.

So either way, we're in for a treat.  I'm hoping that I'm toward the end of my battle with "morning" sickness and exhaustion and will be inspired to do more activities with Niall... and of course, write on the blog more often.  I'm so happy to finally put the news out there and keep you all updated!

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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Wordless Wednesday {Veggie Progress}

Hey, corn is a veggie, right? I'll take what I can get :)






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