tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736182692973042024-02-20T03:43:05.715-07:00our homegrown spudLindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.comBlogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-65554097756738126042014-10-14T15:56:00.002-06:002014-10-14T15:56:49.220-06:00Cora's Fishy 2nd Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our dear Cora is 2.5 years old now. Her toddler days are long gone, she has turned into a little girl right in front of our eyes. We did however celebrate her 2nd birthday, umm... 6 months ago... and I just had time to go through the photos! She looks so much smaller in these photos, just barely talking and looking so sweet. It feels like we just had her <a href="http://ourhomegrownspud.blogspot.com/2013/05/coras-1st-birthday-party.html">one year birthday</a>- with lots of polka dots and turquoise... and now we are planning Henry's tree-huggin first birthday party, eesh...time flies. So here is her very fishy second birthday party.<br />
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I chose to do a fish theme, because fish are her favorite. We did blue and orange everything, not sure how I keep on choosing bronco colors- but unconsciously it happens. Nana and Papa Hamilton helped me to cut out blue and orange paper goldfish that I sewed together into a garland. Blue and orange balloons in sets of two. And Cora's favorite "2" balloon I wasn't sure if it would freak her out, being about her size- but she loved it.</div>
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Nana Pacotti made an adorable fishy cake. Pretend aquarium plants? Awesome. I had Matt drill some holes in a couple of plastic goldfish figurines from Michaels. Ta-da! Fish candle holders!</div>
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Lots of goldfish crackers in fish bowls, Swedish fish candies, mimosas and a super tasty <a href="http://www.browneyedbaker.com/cheesy-sausage-spinach-breakfast-casserole/">sausage egg cheese casserole</a> for this relaxing brunch birthday.</div>
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I couldn't find a fishy dress anywhere, so I sewed a<a href="http://www.simplicity.com/p-8784-toddlers-dress-and-separates.aspx"> cute little tunic</a> out of <a href="http://www.ttfabrics.com/fabric/goldfish-by-hoodie-2/">goldfish fabric by hoodie</a>. It turned out quite cute, however for all of the work I put into it- I'd much rather buy already made clothes. (She still loves it though, 6 months later...thanks cora for humoring me)</div>
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Cora found some fishing friends- Papa Bob and Uncle Kyle. This was a super cheap fishing set that you hook the plastic fish...quite challenging for a kid but fun, it was from Gordman's.</div>
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...and even more fishing friends. Even shark was invited to her fishy birthday and lion chillin' in the kids chair, soaking up some sun and chickie about to get into some chalk-fun.</div>
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She even managed to get Henry fishing with the help of Papa John. He almost caught a big one too!</div>
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6 month henry... in his fish romper...relaxing post-morning nap, so sleepy.</div>
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She had so much love and tons of gifts from her grandparents and aunt Kelsey and uncle Kyle. It was a wonderfully relaxing birthday.</div>
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Happy 2nd birthday little sweets.</div>
Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-70747036140610082862014-10-10T07:50:00.002-06:002014-10-10T07:50:33.551-06:00eleven months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh hi there world. This is Henry now... crazy right? What 5 months since blogging monthly will do. So Henry, you're 11 months old...almost a whole year. This past month I have just been trying to soak it in of how much our world has changed since a year ago. Truly unbelievable.<br />
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What you've been up to this past month:<br />
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<li>You can walk!! Right before you turned 11 months, you started walking. It made me so happy. I came home from work one early saturday morning and did the usual- ok henry...walk to me! and you did. You did it over and over again. You still won't take huge walking spurts where there isn't someone to catch you, but we love this milestone.</li>
<li>Bedtime is still at 630pm every night, and wake up about 6am/7am. We have been trying this new idea to give you a bottle and change your diaper in the morning and hope for some more sleep- closer to when your sister needs to wake up at 8. Its about 50/50 right now. Otherwise high pitch excited screaming to get up out of bed. We are lucky that you are a good sleeper.</li>
<li>You are starting to really play with your sister. You two are best friends, I can see it more and more everyday. (you also are each others only friends, but that's beside the point) You do this hilarious crashing on cora's twin floor mattress- she copies you, crashing and laughing over and over. </li>
<li>Every once in awhile we try to take you out to a restaurant. a family restaurant. It usually is a little more stress than its worth, but we will keep on trying. you have a hard time sitting still, just like cora- surprise surprise. We've got some active babes on our hands. </li>
<li>You have little stroller-walk-friends, a handful of other babes that were born around the same time as you from my work friends. I enjoy the company, you love walks so that is awesome. and one day you will really be able to play with these fun little people- I cant wait to be drinking my coffee- sitting back at the park watching you and Cora and friends just play without my physical support- only emotional cheering for going down the slide, swinging high, and finally being able to reach those monkey bars.</li>
<li>You are overall a happy guy, you are quick to smile at us with your sweet little toothy smile. You love to be held, and kissed, and to laugh at us being silly. I appreciate this about you, trying to savor this baby time and I enjoy that you love me so.</li>
<li>You are quite good in the store- in the boba carrier or in the cart. You dislike the car- just get antsy after a short while. Cora tries to talk to you in your language "dada dada dada! mama! " or she says "hand, henry!" and you reach over and you two hold hands with the biggest smiles on your faces. I almost pull the car over and start crying, you two are so sweet and so little.</li>
<li>We love you Henry, our little Oaks. This is your last month as a babe... then on to toddler world.</li>
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-54817377191709266992014-09-28T02:30:00.000-06:002014-10-01T13:34:16.384-06:00recharge.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sK49WmKsf78sPmRdgwvW-xCciVVviaGVfuEP_3jhX7kU9yS6TstiHJZ06cgpb-t8QBzD5JO_JqslBjoca17gVb4RmjJkAIfdmGH3NnD_Pg5rHJqASDtqnEEt5DoeL-zL8m3UZKwuDptO/s640/blogger-image--179005907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sK49WmKsf78sPmRdgwvW-xCciVVviaGVfuEP_3jhX7kU9yS6TstiHJZ06cgpb-t8QBzD5JO_JqslBjoca17gVb4RmjJkAIfdmGH3NnD_Pg5rHJqASDtqnEEt5DoeL-zL8m3UZKwuDptO/s640/blogger-image--179005907.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Life is beyond busy. If you would have told me a year ago that having one child was easy... I would have laughed, or cried... or both within the same couple of minutes because I was super pregnant a year ago. Life with two tiny kids is much more busy than life with one. But we survive and we enjoy it. <div><br></div><div>But right now I am trying to figure out how to "recharge" how to revive myself in the most efficient way possible. Quite frankly I don't feel like I have enough time in the day to spend anything frivously...or selfishly. I give 100% to each of my kids, then the laundry, and vaccuming, and cooking, and shopping and almost rarely to dishes (sorry Matt). </div><div><br></div><div>My kids are utterly fullfilling, I do enjoy every second with them, regardless of how exhausted I am. But I feel like I need to recharge and take some time to reflect so that I am more present with them, that I can fully understand how incredible life is. At the end of the day when Matt and I finally sit- I just think for a brief second... holy shit, we have two kids? How did that happen? Then we jump into cleaning, showering, cooking, sleeping and start the whole cycle again. What can recharge me? So I am actively trying out new ideas. I have about 0.5-1 hr of overlap in my sweet napping babes 4 days a week. I want to cry just thinking about this. How did we go from having 100% selfish married life to four 1/2hrs of free time weekly? Fuck. Anyways, I'm digressing. I am also not fully truthful.I work three days a week-pure work/sleep. Then four days a week we have nighttimes- Henry to bed at 6:30, Cora 7:30- so 7:30-11pm we have Matt & me time. So add on another 3.5 hours four days a week. That's it for my time with my spouse? Damn it. </div><div><br></div><div> Ok, lets be more productive.Some ideas: </div><div>- dishes. I thought if I cleaned the kitchen and did dishes during collective nap time I'd feel refreshed, and have a clean house to enjoy and recharge. WRONG. This proved to be exhausting and only moderatly satisfying. Not recharged when henry started screaming from his nap. </div><div>- gym. Well, I cancelled my gym membership because I was too stressed out paying for a gym that I never used. I can't honestly figure out how to budget in gym time. So I will just keep this post-baby weight for now. </div><div> - nap. Perhaps I should nap also. Well, a little 30 minute nap proved not to be restful at all. shocking. </div><div>- crafting/sewing. I have some projects I want to do...I need to try this. I think I might be pleased, but I have to craft fast then clean up faster before my everything-in-the-mouth-hank gets up. This has inhibited me from even starting. I will get past this. </div><div>- blogging. I'm doing this now... I feel great, but I also feel sad to realize that I have no free time. But I think this may work. I am a bit overwhelmed at how much I have to "catch up" on, having not blogged or taken any really nice photos of my kids with my fancy camera. But...I should forgive myself and move on. </div><div>- date night. Matt and I need to carve out some date nights, like monthly. I always feel like I can't justify date nights, because we really are lucky that we have good kiddo sleepers. But we should do this, get us out of the house- force us to have adult coversation, even if we only talk about our kids. </div><div>- family outtings. So like this picture at the top... family bike ride out to pizza. SO FUN. Sure henry may have been screaming for some minutes in there, but it was a blast, it felt like a huge accomplishment, and it was fun. It was a little glimpse of our old life mixed with a few new kiddos. We need to plan more little trips, vacations, out to dinner- venturing out of our safe routine-ridden house.</div><div><br></div><div>How do you recharge?! 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Cora elm... I can hear her little hysterical laugh when I see this photo. Summertime. Slowing down life, taking time to play outside before bedtime routines, just us and water and laughter.Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-11019065828362263702014-06-04T21:38:00.000-06:002014-06-04T21:38:02.455-06:00six months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey big boy, you're six months old! Our quality of life greatly improved in our house this past month. HUGE month. Sleep deprivation days are over, you are growing, and we love you more and more every day. Just like when Cora turned 6 months, we said we could have a whole slew of 6 month babes, this time in your life is no different. You're wonderful. Let the fun begin.<br />
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<li>You sleep through the night! Oh, henry. This makes us such happy parents. I thought it was going to be a fluke...but then it stuck shortly after you turned 5 months. You sleep 12hrs at night! We do a bedtime routine with you- dinner with cora, eating baby foods, bathtime, PJs and nighttime diaper, then a bottle. We put you down in your crib usually drowsy...and you flip yourself right over to your tummy and go fast to sleep around 6:30pm. Then you cry for us around 6:30am- take a bottle and about 75% of the time you take a nap after this bottle for another hour. Way to go hank! </li>
<li>You also just learned how to sit all by yourself, unassisted. You can't get to sitting without our help- but you can stay sitting. We love this independence. </li>
<li>You walk with quite determination in your walker. It is hilarious to us that you want to get places so badly. Oh, crawling will be fun someday. </li>
<li>You're just a happy dude. </li>
<li>You like to be in our arms, looking at the world. But you are learning how to be a little more content in a walker, rolling around on the ground, sitting, jumping...we appreciate this. </li>
<li>You don't mind the sun in your eyes- except for the consecutive and adorably cute sneezes, you aren't too sensitive to hot or cold, or bumps from your sister. </li>
<li>I took you AND your sister to your well-babe checks, 2 yr and 6 months. We had shots, and weigh-ins, and assessments. And we did it. Just the three of us. You did great.</li>
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Oh Cora, how are you already two?! Two <i>years</i>?! Where did the time go? You are my big girl... you are growing so fabulously. You are an utter joy to be around so sweet, so loving, and so very smart. I don't think these twos are terrible at all, they are incredible twos. But we have sincerely loved every month (past month four!) with you. We truly cherish every moment and we try to take it all in knowing you won't be this tiny forever. I want to remember every tiny detail of your whole tiny being, you make us so incredibly happy sweet girl.<br />
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<li>You were slow to start speaking... but now you copy almost all of our words, and tell us what you want and what you see in your huge world. You still won't say cora or i love you...but that will be a fun milestone for the future. </li>
<li>You have nana and papa that love you dearly... times two. You are a very lucky little girl to be the first grandbabe around. Your grandparents are so thoughtful and endearing with you...to show you the coolest things around, take time to help you master new skills, and be sure to smother you with kisses and lots of love. </li>
<li>You are loved by others too- aunt telsee and uncle towel (kelsey and kyle) and aunt april and aunt ninni (jenni). The dogs nik-oles (nickles), emma, and tolbee (colby) and summit and gnarly and pepper are always fun to laugh and play with.</li>
<li>en-ree! (henry) is your little pal. You say hi bud! or hey guy! when you haven't seen him for awhile...it melts my heart every time. You pat his head softly, bring him toys to play with, *sometimes* you'll even give him a kiss or a hug, but he pulls your hair so you are deterred from this. You love having him pretend chase you around the house- with our help or the walker. I really can't wait for you to have him as a playmate. When he is crying from waking up you say.. "ennree?! saad. bottle?!" then you knock with your sweet little fist on his door and squeal in excitement to see him. Then sometimes "hey bud, mistyou" (missed you). </li>
<li>You like to give us hugs- "Huck!" when you hurt yourself or when you're going to sleep and kisses too. You also give your lion(s) hugs and kisses too. You rock lion in your arms and change their diapers, and "feed'em". You are a sweet little soul. </li>
<li>You are just now growing out of 2T clothes. The waist fits, because you're slender... but we think you are quite tall. You are quite a good eater too. You'll eat most everything, in front of the show cute little sea-show octonauts. Actually, henry likes this show too now. Every morning of your life you wake up and have warm milk- sometimes with a little vanilla (yummy milk..like from starbucks too).</li>
<li>You have only had one minor cold in your 2 years and about 99% of the time you are a happy kid. Sleeping has been a breeze for you and us. You go to sleep around 7:30pm now (because we love our bedtime routine with you...we like to let it linger) and wake up around 8/9 am. You take one nap that might be dwindling from about 3 to now 2 hours long if we are lucky. You just like to talk so sweetly in your crib when you don't care to sleep...lining your "friends" up along the wall, or corners of the crib. You talk in your sweet sing-songy voice, content....never crying when you wake up, you just wait for us to come get you from playing with your stuffed animals.</li>
<li>Bedtime routine has been a fun one. We bought you a twin size mattress for your floor- for daytime jumping with henry and nighttime book reading. You still sleep in your crib, no need to change a good thing. So you have dinner, take a bath (sometimes with henry too), then we put on PJs a nighttime diaper, brush your hair, then hop into your twin bed (sometimes both mom and dad too) and read the owl in the tree book and goodnight moon. You say "mush!!!" and "hush" when we get to those words. You point out the toe-see (cozy) mouse by the fire, and the rising moon... along with everything else in the book. We then tick-ole (tickle) your back and get toe-see under your quilt, with lions of course. We sing a few songs. And then a hug and a kiss and you're off to your crib, covered by two blankies. Routines. You love them, we love them. It works beautifully. </li>
<li>You think your dad is hilarious. He can always get you to smile and have a deep belly laugh. You are definitely da-dee's little girl. You like to go shopping with him at home depot buying "wood" always. He prefers to have you there too. From the pictures he takes of you two in the store... it looks like a blast, playing in the aisles. I can only imagine what a big guy like your dad and a tiny little curly blond haired clone look like in a hardware store...laughing and having fun. Quite sweet. You love the time you get to spend with your dad on the weekends- 100% dad time. Pretty special.</li>
<li>You do love me too- "mom-eee". Usually when there is a choice between mom or dad to give you a bath, put you in your crib...you choose me. I don't make you laugh like your dad, but I do love you fiercely. I call you my little goose, or goosie. Not sure why, I've tried to break it...but I just can't yet. We get to hang out all day every day of the week, before I work the weekends. You are my little pal, my daughter. </li>
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You are truly amazing. You amaze us every minute of every day. You are not a single bit sassy or grumpy or difficult or mean. You really aren't. You <i>are </i>wonderful, no sugar coating here. We are so grateful to have you in our lives, our sweet little cora elm. Happy two years.<br />
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<li>Two teeth! Henry!!! You have two tiny teeth, front bottom teeth. Amazing. We thought you were teething, and were certainly grumpy, drooling and chewing on your hands...and then you sprouted two teeth. Don't be fooled by their tiny size, these are fierce, sharp teeth.</li>
<li>You *occasionally* sleep through the night, like 12 hours. It's also amazing. It seems to be you have one good night of sleep, then one bad one. Of course nothing is really that predictable.</li>
<li>You love to roll from back to tummy and tummy to back. You are quite proficient.</li>
<li>We took the leap of sleeping you unswaddled...and it works for bedtime! Nap time we still need to constrain your arms for a longer, more purposeful nap. You were fighting that swaddle so much throughout the night, so we stopped, and it has been nice for you to soothe yourself as we muddle through cry-it-out method. </li>
<li>Your laugh is precious. You are most ticklish under your arms and chin. You also laugh with peek a boo or when dad scares you and says "I'm going to get you!" Cora also loves being spooked- so this is not new to us, you're just clearly one of our kids, it fits.</li>
<li>You like to eat baby food at dinner and lunch. You weren't a fan of rice cereal, you like the tasty foods like carrots, bananas, squash, pears, peas even. </li>
<li>You just barely found your toes and can hold a toy for a little while to chew on. </li>
<li>Your skin is quite sensitive perhaps to detergents/soaps. You get rashes extremely easily. Perhaps its being fair skinned/redheaded...we shall see if you outgrow it. Your eyes are still a questionable color. You remind me so much of your sister, you are definitely siblings. </li>
<li>Going on stroller-walks are a blast. You can ride just like a big kid in the BOB, so we got a double stroller to enjoy this springtime.</li>
<li>You love to stand and can "walk" as we hold your body. I can't wait for you to be able to sit up on your own, I have this suspicion that your fussies will go away as soon as you can keep yourself upright and watch the world.</li>
<li>I kiss you and your sister's tiny feet every time I change your diapers.<i>(yes, every time!)</i> It's my way of slowing down time and telling you I love you dearly. I also kiss your little heads each time I take you both in and out of the car- I cherish you both so much. You are amazing little people and I know these days are fleeting. I savor every moment, I truly do. </li>
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<li style="text-align: left;">You are <i>always</i> chewing on your hands. Not sucking, chewing and drooling. We think you will be getting teeth soon. However, we said that with Cora for about a year until she got her first ones.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You are sleeping for a 6-7 hour stretch at night. Sometimes it's a great night of sleep, others it's not so hot. Regardless though, you smile when you see us and fall back to sleep easily, I appreciate this. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">We tried solid foods in the past few days- not a fan. I will keep on trying.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You laugh! It's wonderful when it happens. You are ticklish under your arms and chin. You also think facial hair is funny- like dad and the grandpas. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You are mesmerized by Cora and all of her movements. She likes to jump on her bed with you and lay under your play gym. She turns on your obnoxious toys for you and shakes them so you watch. That's about it. More playing I assume later on.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You are 16 lbs....and about 50-60% percentile in the rest. You fit into 6 month clothes. Not bad big guy.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Definitely red hair. I think it's going to stay. Your eyes sometimes look green, sometimes blue. I think blue, your dad thinks green. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">We like you a lot big guy, I almost forget what life was like with one kid. It took me 9 months to get used to the idea of having a son, and now I can't imagine it any other way. We are a nice little content family of four thanks to you.</li>
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-56497356119714725272014-02-09T23:19:00.000-07:002014-02-09T23:19:01.546-07:00three months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="text-align: left;">You are trying very hard to roll over. You can roll from your stomach to back sometimes... but now back to stomach is tricky. You are capable of a snaking movement that moves you all around in your crib/ground/any surface. That is why you have had two patches of red broken skin on your jowls. So much moving for those chubby cheeks.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You just found your hands, now grabbing/swatting at things</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You like to talk/coo at just about everything. Its sweet. I swear you are close to breaking out into laughter. Soon I hope.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You smile at faces.... I'd like to think particularly at mine-however it's not really true. Your big crooked smile is adorable and warms my heart. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You love watching your sister play. She likes to tickle noses with you, hold your hand in the back of the car and lovingly touch your head. I think she is used to you in her life now... actually we all are.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You are <i>capable </i>of sleeping one 7 hr stretch at night- sometimes it happens, more often its about a 5-6 hr stretch...then up every 3 hours for the rest of the night. One great night, then two bad ones. You are growing like crazy so its no wonder your sleep is erratic.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">However you have adapted nicely to our bedtime routine we have with Cora. You take a nightly bath with Cora...splash your little chubby froggie legs, then we put on PJs, swaddle as tight as we can, give you a bottle and put you to bed around 7:30pm. You go down nicely...I'll give you that. Then wake up around 1 am...etc. At each nightly waking you eat, we change your diaper, and you go down smoothly. So thank you. We love routines.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You outgrew the colic!! I hadn't even realized it with our whirlwind lives, but you are actually a cool little dude. You no longer cry your little head off just for the hell of it. I wouldn't say you're a content babe- but not colicky. Yay!!</li>
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-17765030495629353282014-01-21T14:24:00.000-07:002014-01-21T14:24:04.776-07:00end of maternity leave<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We all survived... I am back at work! Maternity leave is over. And probably my last maternity leave ever. I had an extremely successful weekend back at work. I was afraid I would have forgotten everything having had 3 months off. But I didn't. It was like riding a bike. I even remembered my passwords! Matt did wonderfully well with the kids, of course. Daytime daddy fun days while I slept, and waking up with Henry all by himself throughout the night while I was working. People at work asked me if I was sad to be back, or missed my kids. Honestly... I was just fine. I was happy to be back at work. An excuse to leave the house, have adult conversation, feel like I am contributing a little more to the community....not to mention a full paycheck will be nice. I also enjoy my job as a nurse, so that's a good feeling. I knew Matt had it under control- with some help from grandparents too. I am not really cut out to be a stay at home mom. That job is much harder than going to work. So now our lives feel a little more balanced and back to normal. It will be more chaotic and I will miss spending family time on the weekends, but we are back to reality now.Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-42156784579942650132014-01-09T10:12:00.000-07:002014-01-09T10:12:38.548-07:00sleep and lack there of.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is it ok that all of my posts in 2014 are about coffee? Yeah, that's just how life is right now. I feel like I could drink coffee all day long, and still want more. The lack of sleep for matt, henry and I sucks. We are reminded of why we don't care for this baby stage, and how eager we are to start sleep training. We are trying to rack our brains as to what exactly we did with Cora because it worked beautifully.<br />
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The huge difference is that when Cora was born I had Matt quit his job to help with her. She was so difficult! Soon after her birth I graduated college, took maternity leave and matt was on summer break from school. So we had her first 3 months with both of us at home to support one another. I eventually went back to work and matt went back to school but we had each other. He was such an incredible stay-at-home and school-fulltime dad, we all loved it and I believe Cora thrived with our routines and lower stress levels. <br />
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Now, I am on maternity leave but matt works <em>and</em> goes to school fulltime. He isn't around to help me out this time around during the week. Which was inevitable...most people work, but it is more challenging for all of us. Matt also has a ton on his plate- so I feel for him as well. I go back to work in about a week... so things will only get trickier. It is imperative that Henry starts sleeping! Henry doesn't understand for some reason though when I tell him this.<br />
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But why does he insist on getting up every 2 hours at night?! Perhaps he is going through a growth spurt? Is it his 2 month shots? He maybe is just <em>that</em> hungry? Maybe he is hot? cold? Maybe he hates the swaddle? Maybe his belly hurts, too much gas? not enough gas? ahhh... being a parent is exhausting! So my "sleep training" google searches have started, I am scouring my stack of baby-sleeping reference books, and reading through my previous posts on cora's <a href="http://ourhomegrownspud.blogspot.com/search/label/spud%20months">spud months</a> of development. There must be a solution. Or maybe he just will grow out of it.<br />
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0-3 months: sleep was struggle, she could not be put down, she fought the swaddle every nap and night, screamed at us at all hours. She slept on our chests or bouncy chair. Matt and I took "shifts"- matt was up through the whole night with her while I slept, and I had her in the morning while he slept.<br />
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3-4 months: transitioned to an inclined mattress in her crib, slept maybe a 5 hour stretch? Started a modified babywise/cry it out method<br />
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4 months: stopped breastfeeding, started on rice cereal...slept a 7-8 hour stretch at night still swaddled, using cry it out method.<br />
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5 months: started sleeping 11-13 hr stretch at night with no swaddle<br />
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5 months- 20 months (now): sleeps beautifully about 13 hrs every night. she goes to bed laughing with us and wakes up sweetly talking to her animal friends.<br />
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0-2 months: sleep was not such a struggle, swaddled. Nap about 1-2 hours throughout day/night. Able to be put down flat in his bassinet. However cried a lot with gas/belly pains and constantly walking/burping/jiggling. <br />
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2 months- 2.5 months (ie. now): stopped breastfeeding, only formula. sleeps for a 3-5 hour stretch, then cries/feeds every 2 hours throughout night.<br />
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-46650865931798721202014-01-06T15:26:00.001-07:002014-01-06T15:27:44.902-07:00mom of two, in 2014.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello 2014! Finally I feel like a mom of two. The kids and I got all winter-geared-up... wait... have you guys seen this clip from portlandia? Hilarious.</div>
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Thank goodness for iphone photos and instagram, it's about the only way I have been able to document our lives in the past several months. No time for blogging, no time to process our new lives, and very little time to sleep. It has been a whirlwind. I have less than 2 weeks left of maternity leave, and it feels like a whole lifetime has just flown by. </div>
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Our little tater tot is two months old and he is already looking like a big boy. I believe we are on the way up from here. I look forward to what this next month will bring us all (ie. sleep.)</div>
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I believe your favorite time of day is the morning. you like to hear us say "good morning!" and "oh, you look so good!"...because you smile and coo at us. You especially love your dad. When you find his face in the morning you have a huge grin. </div>
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reluctantly we switched you from breast milk to formula at the end of this month. I think you are probably doing better, less gas, more sleep- or perhaps you are just growing up.</div>
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you love bath time, but despise being dried off after. your sister loves taking a bath with you. she won't leave your side and helps with cleaning your hair and feet. I can't wait to see you both play together!!</div>
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you now love diaper changes. so silly. you like to be kissed on your belly and toes...and smile with delight for a new clean diaper to be put on.</div>
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your hair is still red, but may be lightening, and your eyes have a blue-ish-gray hue. we think your legs just grew longer....and you look like a hefty dude. We love it.</div>
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I noticed our poor plant today. Yikes! I guess life is busy with kids. Sorry plant (and others).</div>
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So now that its officially after Christmas... how about an update? We did manage to take a Christmas photo... with all of us...minus the dogs...and well minus henry's screaming but adorable face. We did it....while cutting down a Christmas tree! And I even mailed them off. Yay! How do families do this with 2+ kids... I thought we were stretched thin with one kiddo. Yikes. When I see a mom out and about with a couple kids (all dressed), and the mom even looks like she had a shower...I am in awe. I feel like asking her how she does it, what's the trick? But if someone would dare hold me up while successfully shopping with kids, I'd kill them.<br />
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which wasn't actually a card... somehow I was too busy?...and yet kid-less...blows my mind.</div>
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which is actually the same spot as this year's photo!<br />
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Oh yeah, so we cut down a Christmas tree a month ago too! We tromped through the snow, crossed a river (ok, maybe more a like a stream) and went through the woods to find some grand trees. It was actually on Thanksgiving. My sister and her fiancé and adorable puppies joined in on our tree-cutting tradition in Idaho. Totally a blast.<br />
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my little loves</div>
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the trees!<br />
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Oh, henry... you're one month old! Time has just flown by. We try to put these difficult newborn hours in perspective...that it is only a phase that you will soon grow out of it. And we were right. You are growing right out of it. Now, you're more like a baby. Our little baby.<br />
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your sister loves the heck out of you, just like the rest of us. she wants to hold your hand, when you cry she walks around searching for your pacifier to give to you, she kisses you and lovingly touches your head, she likes to feed you with a bottle and when you are in my arms she will hop onto the couch and point to her lap and say be-be! be-be! reee?! (henry)... until I hand you over. she is only 19 months old but already you are her little brother and she is definitely your big sister.</div>
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* Oh, and this lovely quilt is made by his grandma. Each month I will take photos on this quilt of him as he grows. We did the same thing with Cora (<a href="http://ourhomegrownspud.blogspot.com/search/label/spud%20months">spud months</a>). So much fun. Thanks grandma!</div>
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I was waiting and waiting for this babe to come. My pregnancy symptoms were wearing on me, I was already on maternity leave, and all of our to-dos were done. I felt like he would show up early, but alas it was week 39....and still no tater tot. With Cora my water broke at midnight at home and we rushed to the hospital. So for some reason I expected this babe to come the same way- wake me up from the dead of sleep and we could excitedly run into the hospital. So every night that I would wake up to go pee, or have contractions...I thought ...this was it! But instead it was this Tuesday morning on October 29th that was a little different. Which let me tell you is also matt's dad and my mom's birthday.... super fun. Ok so let's talk birth story...<br />
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5:30 am</div>
I woke up to contractions, but really I had been feeling contractions for about a month now. These felt a little lower however and a little more productive. The night before I had made a cake for matt's work but I hadn't finished the last steps. So at 5:30 I decided I should finish this cake. I also ran around finishing up laundry, cleaning the house. I kind of knew today was going to be different so I better get things in order. <br />
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7:30 am</div>
Then I woke matt up when my contractions were a little more painful...and told him that we should probably go in. I really didn't want to be turned away, but my midwife had told me with second babes to watch for more painful contractions not the timing of them. So we took showers, had matt's wonderful parents come over to watch Cora and we gathered up our hospital bag (and cake) and left. <br />
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8:30 am</div>
So we stopped at starbucks on our way. Matt needed a coffee if this was really "it." I don't think the lady at the drive thru window noticed I was contracting...so that was good, which made our <strike>love</strike> addiction to coffee a little less awkward. We then stopped by matt's work to drop off the cake...I rarely make a decorated cake, so I wasn't going to have it go to waste.<br />
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We got to labor and delivery... I figured they wouldn't take us seriously with matt's coffee in hand. Who stops for coffee if they are truly in labor? I thought they would send us home in a second. Instead... I was checked and my water was fully intact and I was about 3cm dilated. I was elated. But seeing how I hadn't been checked previously they didn't have anything to compare it to. They asked me to walk around for an hour in the halls then I could be checked one more time at 10:15. If I dilated- sweet, they would admit me and we are having a baby today! If no change, they'd send us on our way. I did the walking with matt. This time was fun- I could actually move, walk, sit. Last time my water broke first so all movements were incredibly painful. I couldn't walk, couldn't get in the tub- nothing. Pure pain. This time I had painful contractions in which I would stop walking, stop talking....couldn't really hear or process anything but the pain. Then when it was over matt and I would resume our conversation and walk the rest of the hallway until the next contraction. It was grand. We were excited. I knew this was labor, and I knew I was having a baby soon.<br />
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They checked me and I was 5cm dilated! Amazing. Last time it took me about 12 hours to get this far along. My nurse said she would admit me, call my midwife and start an IV. She attempted an IV- missing it. I told her I could do a few more laps around the halls- get those veins to pop out. She said no... she had other plans for me. I am actually having this baby quite soon. She had already called anesthesia for an epidural- she could tell I was in quite a bit of pain and she needed an IV <em>now</em>. I laughed....excited that this was for real.... let's get that IV! Last time I hemorrhaged post partum, and I definitely liked (ok, needed) the epidural, so I was on board with her plans. Everything was kind of a whirlwind. We answered a bunch of admitting questions, they started an IV and started the bolus of fluids. Anesthesia came and started the epidural. It really wasn't a big deal- little uncomfortable to be sitting hunched over during contractions- but whatever. Contractions are uncomfortable period. Like 10/10 pain regardless. So a tiny poke in the back? Minuscule. So now I could just relax a little and wait. My sister came to be a part of the delivery, which was different from last time when it was just Matt and I. It was great... someone to take pictures, to witness the pure craziness of welcoming a human into the world, and to be an added support for me (which she was!).<br />
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12:00 pm</div>
My midwife popped in, and checked me again- I was 8 cm! I think my water partially broke somewhere around this time. She said she'd go change her clothes and grab some lunch and then let's have a baby?! She is so laid back, I loved it. <br />
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1:00 pm</div>
My epidural wasn't really relieving the pain, I felt it quite low...and figured maybe something else was going on. I called my nurse in and my midwife came in also. She checked and I was 10 cm! My midwife threw on a face mask, and gown and sat at the foot of my bed... and said... so do you want to push?! I said uhh.... is it time to?! She said sure, if you want. I had forgotten how to and my legs were quite numb. So my sister took a leg, the nurse took the other and matt was up at my head coaching me to push. I pushed twice and I could hear the fetal heart monitor just drop each time. His heartbeat was either nothing, or rather close to mine (not good). My nurse and midwife said calmly.... "oh wow, he doesn't like this pushing does he! Let's go ahead and have this baby!!" I knew this was not a calm situation, but I appreciated their demeanors. Which is exactly why I chose my midwife to begin with...very calm and collected, soothing. With Cora I pushed for 2 hours, so I wasn't really sure what to expect but I couldn't freak out- I needed to focus on super good pushes. So I just closed my eyes and focused.<br />
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Yep, about 10 minutes of pushing (4 pushes total) and he was out. I literally could not believe it. I think I was laughing or crying or in disbelief that this was it. Here was my healthy beautiful little boy on top of my belly now?! I was done? This was my "labor" experience, I felt like I was cheating. Way too easy. 6 hours? Not 17 hours like with Cora. Sweet!<br />
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So matt cut the cord... and our little Henry Oaks was born at 1:10pm on October 29th 2013. He was 8 pounds, 10 ounces and 20.5 inches long...with decent Apgar scores minus his super blue hands and feet.<br />
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Little Oaks latched right away breastfeeding, which just warmed my heart. What a boy... healthy, thriving and hungry. <br />
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I think I was hemorrhaging a little, but it was under control with Pitocin. I was able to walk a few hours later after the epidural wore off. I instantly felt amazing. Sure I was in pain, I just birthed a whole human... but I felt great, I was ready to do this mom thing, a little more experienced this time around. <br />
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After we got to our postpartum room we had Cora come meet her little brother. The grandparents brought her by....and it was precious. She climbed right up to the hospital bed into my arms and just starred at Henry. I'm sure she didn't know what to make of him, but she knew he was a baby and gently kissed him, all bundled up. She played for awhile in the room- unaware of how her little world just changed and then went home with matt and grandparents. <br />
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Kelsey (my sister) stayed with me for a few hours, until matt came back. It was glorious. We had girl talk, face-timed with our parents in California who would later come to meet him. And we ate sushi, and sipped champagne and reminisced about the glorious day while henry rested in my arms. It was perfect and exactly how I pictured a better postpartum experience could be. (thanks to Kelsey planning it out and executing it wonderfully)<br />
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Henry slept the first night off and on and more importantly breastfed perfectly through the night. He had a circumcision the next day and we asked to be discharged. I knew the real test would be at home... multitasking and survival of the sleep deprivation newborn stage. <br />
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Well it has been a whirlwind these past two weeks. Our little Henry is 2 weeks old and growing beautifully. He has been a great little newborn- much easier than Cora was, or perhaps we are more relaxed and less stressed out. But he is wonderful. Multitasking has been more of the issue. How to manage two kids under two... one being super mobile and one being almost zero. I just wish I had a few more sets of hands. Matt is back at school and work so I get to wrangle the kids all day long. It's a challenge, but I know each week will have its own set of struggles with them both growing and adapting to our life. These stages are fleeting, we know that now. So we are trying to savor these times, the good and sleepy times.<br />
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I read over my post last time at two weeks post-spud-birth [<a href="http://ourhomegrownspud.blogspot.com/2012/05/motherhood.html">here</a>], impressive... what a challenge she was, and our life had dramatically changed from just Matt and I...to parenthood. This time it wasn't so shocking, we were just grateful to have a healthy babe to add into our family. We have been so thankful that he doesn't scream at us for hours upon hours- that he sleeps for 1-3 hour stretches, lying flat (cora had silent reflux and probably colic). He also breastfeeds like a champ. I am so proud of him being such a good newborn. <br />
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I feel amazing, the delivery was quick and recovery has been quite simple. Thank goodness! I was expecting what we all went through last time, and it just wasn't the case. This time it was smooth and wonderful. (Birth story to come shortly!) I forgot how bogged down pregnancy made me feel- so now I feel fully capable and ready to tackle this mom thing in a brand new way. Don't get me wrong we are still in survival mode... we are just a little more calm at this 2 week marker.Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-5632417444598680702013-11-02T21:00:00.000-06:002013-11-30T21:04:58.942-07:00halloween 2013.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am quite proud to say we pulled off Halloween this year. Henry was born just two days prior...so I wasn't sure if we could do it. Cora was an owl, which I made her costume thanks to some pinterest inspiration. She was adorable. She knew how to knock on the doors (well, three to be exact- grandparents, auntie, and a friend's house), say "whoo whoo" and said "tree" for trick or treat and would exchange one candy from her bucket for a new one. Freaking adorable. Anyways, it was a success. Baby steps on this whole parenting thing with two kids. <br />
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This was also our first outing as a family... all cora wanted to do was hold henry's hand in the back seat. Pretty sweet.<br />
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This is henry's first Halloween...so he was a panda, courtesy of a cute hooded towel. We will do better next time for your costume little oaks...more time, more planning.<br />
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2012 cora was a <a href="http://ourhomegrownspud.blogspot.com/2012/10/sack-o-spuds.html">sack of spuds</a> </div>
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2011 an <a href="http://ourhomegrownspud.blogspot.com/2011/10/diy-halloween-costumes.html">xray baby</a> in utero. </div>
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Oh, and check out this <a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/graveyard-cake-10000001875461/">graveyard cake</a> I made for Matt's work party. Cute right?! Tiny candy rocks? Fun. I finished this the morning I went into labor and dropped it off on our way to the hospital. I put time into this cake... had to be enjoyed.<br />
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-52338229951969560052013-11-01T14:24:00.000-06:002013-11-01T14:28:56.002-06:00Our tater tot is born!!<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">[welcome to the world henry oaks]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Henry was born Tuesday, October 29th 2013 at 1:10 pm.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He was 8 pounds 10 ounces and 20.5" tall.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He is perfect and healthy, and definitely all boy. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He is eating well, adjusting nicely into our little family and just a content little guy. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I can't wait to tell you all about him, this has been a completely new and wonderful experience for us all.</span></div>
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-7323019350679565232013-10-22T21:21:00.000-06:002013-10-22T21:21:25.627-06:00first day of maternity leave...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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not too shabby, me and tiny matt enjoying some finding nemo</div>
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Yes, I am officially on maternity leave, but no... no new little babe to speak of yet. The other night at work I was feeling a bit more on the patient side of things, instead of being the nurse. So I decided, it was time. I was contracting a TON...so much so that I thought I was going into labor- I was stoked. I went home around 2am... and everything died down and I had one of the best nights of sleep <em>ever</em>. I woke up at 7am...well shit. I guess I didn't have a baby after all. So I have been enjoying Cora, keeping the house clean and really doing much of nothing. All of my projects are done and baby shopping is done. Anytime I try to do something <strike>rigorous</strike> (ok...just a normal activity like grocery shopping) I end up contracting a ton and needing to sit down. So I guess maternity leave was due. So me, tiny matt and regular sized matt are living it up, 38 weeks pregnant... just waiting for tater tot to show up and join the party.Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-17097277207412173892013-10-18T20:54:00.002-06:002013-10-18T20:59:26.086-06:00week 37<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow, we are at the end of 37 weeks... and I feel it. Little oaks is cooking away, healthy and measuring at 40 weeks. He's a big dude (we think). Matt mentioned the other night that henry would for sure be taller than him when he's grown up. It just blew my mind. Our little man, being big and tall and strong. Hmm. Our son. Still CRAZY. But now I am in love with the idea of having a son, it feels right.<br />
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Pregnancy update:<br />
Sleep blows. I can't sleep for longer than 2 hours and then I wake up in pain, contracting, and needing to pee, and sometimes eat cereal. What makes it even less desirable is I know right now is the "good sleep"....that soon we will be sleep deprived and I will wish I had slept more. Oh, also when I wake up each night, contracting, feeling sick to my stomach- like I did when my water broke with Cora, and think- this is it!! Let's go!! Like Christmas morning. But it's not, and I awkwardly climb back into bed to repeat again in 2 hours. So crazy to not know when we get to meet him. Anxiety issues? Oh, probably.<br />
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Little Oaks dropped in the past week, I can feel him riding lower like he might just fall out. This makes me happy. <br />
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I am trying to savor our last days with Cora as our only child. However, I think I will be a more present and engaged mom with this 50 lbs lifted off my body, being able to run, squat, multi-task like the old days. <br />
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Project update:<br />
My projects are winding down and being completed. Henry Oak's room is almost 100% complete (yay!!) and our odds and ends around the house are coming together too. Lots of sewing projects in the past few weeks. I made a bunch of fitted sheets- crib, bassinet, and diaper changing table ones. They are adorable, and quite boy-ish. I am proud of myself for branching out from the turquoise, even though it was challenging.<br />
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Last things on the list... Cora's Halloween costume I am making- she is going to be an owl. And I still have a set of curtains to whip up for Cora's room. Project for Henry, project for Cora... it was only fair. Parents are supposed to be fair right? I guess I should stop telling Cora she is my favorite pretty soon.Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-11351893865514744382013-10-07T06:00:00.000-06:002013-10-07T06:00:15.218-06:00blueberry criossant puff. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh my. I have to share this wonderful recipe with you all. It was easy, relatively cheap....and soo tasty. I had a girlfriend over to chat at my house while Cora played and we had this for a breakfast treat with coffee. Amazing. Almost replaced the wonderfulness of a coffee shop's delicacies. Oh yea, it's not even remotely healthy, so beware. It tastes like a cheese Danish with blueberries, I think next time I'll try a mixture of other berries for fun.<br />
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(adapted from <a href="http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2013/02/blueberry-croissant-puff.html">here</a>, which of course I found on pinterest)<br />
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<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-0" itemprop="ingredients">3 large croissants, cut up </li>
<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-1" itemprop="ingredients">1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries (I used frozen, it was wonderful even though I was fearful)</li>
<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-2" itemprop="ingredients">1 package (8 oz.) cream cheese, softened </li>
<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-3" itemprop="ingredients">2/3 cup sugar </li>
<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-4" itemprop="ingredients">2 eggs </li>
<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-5" itemprop="ingredients">1 teaspoon vanilla </li>
<li class="ingredient" id="zlrecipe-ingredient-6" itemprop="ingredients">1 cup milk</li>
<li class="ingredient" itemprop="ingredients">lemon zest </li>
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<li class="instruction" id="zlrecipe-instruction-1" itemprop="recipeInstructions">Place croissant pieces in a 8 inch square dish. Sprinkle with blueberries. </li>
<li class="instruction" id="zlrecipe-instruction-2" itemprop="recipeInstructions">Beat cream cheese, sugar, eggs and vanilla in medium bowl with electric mixer until well blended. Gradually add milk, beating well after each addition, then top off with lemon zest. Pour evenly over croissant pieces. Let stand 20 minutes. </li>
<li class="instruction" id="zlrecipe-instruction-3" itemprop="recipeInstructions">Bake at 350°F for 35 to 40 minutes or until set in center and golden brown. You may want to cover it with foil for the last 10 minutes if the tops are getting too browned. </li>
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<li class="instruction" id="zlrecipe-instruction-5" itemprop="recipeInstructions">Variation: Instead of baking in a square pan bake individually. Place croissant pieces evenly in 10 (1/2-cup) ramekins; sprinkle with blueberries and pour cream cheese mixture evenly over croissant pieces. Let stand 20 minutes. Bake at 350°F for 20 to 25 minutes or until set in center and golden brown.</li>
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Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054573618269297304.post-43870010141465449022013-10-03T14:36:00.000-06:002013-10-03T14:36:21.705-06:00week 35<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And I am measuring 37 weeks today! Ha. Big ol' tot.</div>
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Well I am 35 weeks pregnant.....and it's October, which I already dedicated a whole post to this week. I usually love autumn for the pretty leaves, random snow falls, pumpkin spice lattes (or ummm <em>everything</em> pumpkin flavored), tasty food, cozy blankets and quite honestly wearing my uggs. But now we get to tack on the excitement of having a babe in the fall. Fun.<br />
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These weeks have been a little more drama, in our very not dramatic life. I have had some busy nights at work (I'm a nurse- 3 night shifts each weekend), and I realized that I hadn't felt little Henry moving this past weekend. Now being a nurse <em>and</em> a patient, is pretty undesirable. I know just enough to freak myself out- to know about all of the scary situations that a body can and can't endure. However, I also feel like I might overlook some symptoms...because come on, I'm not <em>dying</em>. I don't really <em>need</em> to go see the doctor, it will probably pass. So I was at work.... and mentally freaking myself out. Usually I feel Henry moving at night when I sit down. And I didn't. I put my feet up, drank water. Nothing. I called down to labor and delivery and asked... "hey.... so, I'm a nurse here...and I don't feel my baby what should I do?" My midwife happened to be in that late night and told me to just come on down and get monitored. I did... everything was fine. His little heart was fantastically healthy and beautiful to listen to for the 45 minutes of being monitored. They did see a bunch of contractions (which I have been feeling for the past 2 weeks). The nurse was surprised that I had so many, so often...and wondered how I was doing with them. I said fine, it's certainly not anywhere close to labor- labor is quite painful, these were just like punches to my gut. And these don't feel near low enough or productive. Just braxton hicks I suppose, except I have them all of the time irregularly regular. My midwife opted not to check to see if I was dilated...no sense in stirring things up. And that was that, I got to return back to work, 35 weeks pregnant. <br />
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I managed to freak Matt out, being that he was at home, having to wait through my text messages in anticipation. I looked around in the triage L&D room.... this was all so real. Soon we would be delivering another babe here. Crazy. When will it be? Will my water break first? How quick will labor go? What will he look like? A million questions now flood through my head. But I am glad it wasn't that night, but it is right around the corner. Perhaps sooner than later. My appointments with my midwife have also turned into weekly ones. It feels excessive, until I get a scare like...he's not kicking! Then I feel good that I get to go in and hear his sweet heartbeat.<br />
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So now, we have kicked into high gear. Projects <em>must</em> get done. In two weeks I am considered full term, and I am currently measuring full term, for what its worth. Shelves are going up, spray paint is flying, sewing like crazy, pom poms galore. I'm sure Henry will appreciate all of this hard work, including the 32 screws that I just <em>had</em> to prime, spray paint pumpkin-orange, and clear coat. Yea, that's for sure important to him. <br />
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I turn 30 this week....so that's... something. I have felt like I was "30" for awhile, whatever that means. So no big shock, it just feels right. Matt also turns 31 in a few weeks, so perhaps we will have another little birthday close by. Oh and Cora will be 18 months old on Matt's birthday too, big milestone! Our tiny spud is growing up. <br />
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Busy time here in our world. Lindsey [homegrown spud]http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523325327018479357noreply@blogger.com5