Superhero 4: a recap.

Dear Hunter,

I remember the day you were born like yesterday. Well, sort of. I don’t actually remember a good portion of it due to pain killers and lack of sleep but I remember most of it. Now, all of a sudden, you are four years old. Four. Count them, I know you can.

 

I feel at 4 years old you have accomplished so much. Your biggest accomplishment I would say is your baby brother. I think you would agree, I love watching you with him. You love him with all of your being, even if he makes you a little jealous sometimes. You proudly announce him to everyone you see and you ‘taught him how to roll.’ You also fight to sit beside him in the car. He is yours.

As much as everyone is your friend, your very best friend without a doubt is your big brother. Your batman to your robin. Literally considering robin is your favourite. You will do absolutely anything that he asks, which is not always the best, but it shows just how important your family is to you.

You had a big summer, we spent so much time doing what you love. Camping, and you found a new love in hiking. While your little legs get tired after a couple kilometres you still truck along for as long as you can. You are also very excited at the very thought of hunting with your daddy.  You caught not only your first fish but also your second and your third. But once you caught your first one, your biggest concern was making sure everyone else had a turn to catch one.

This is just beginning of how much of a sweetheart you are. You save every penny that you can get your hands on in your piggy bank or your scooby doo wallet. Not for a new toy or candy; but to but your mommy flowers. We can’t teach you that kind of sweetness, it comes straight from your heart. You’re always so concerned about others and how they are feeling.

You are growing up so fast, and I don’t worry about you at all. You are incredibly calm and mature for your age, which was a blessing while I was pregnant. I know it was hard on you at times, but we muddled through it and we both came out stronger on the other side.

There are a lot of big changes coming up for you in the next year, some you are more than ready for, others not so much. Some Mommy aren’t ready for, but I will manage. My pride and love for you overcomes everything else. I am excited, and terrifed to see what you will accomplish in the next year, and forever after that.

 

Grow slow little one, you’re only 4 for 365 days. Enjoy each and everyone of them.

Love Mommy

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Baby H: Month two.

Two months. Wow. Somehow, somewhere time is slipping past at an alarming rate. We are currently into month three and I needed to get “pen to paper” so to speak before I forget. He is learning new things every day and before I know it he will be graduating college. For now, let’s focus on his second month.

Sleeping: Ugh we were doing soo well. He was going to bed at 10:30 and waking up at 5:00. It was glorious. Then he got sick. While he was sick he slept with me. More for my own peace of mind than anything, although he did breath better when propped by my arm. Anyway, after he spent those three days in our bed the struggle has been getting him to sleep in his own bed period. He goes to bed at 10:30 still, sleeps until 3 ish and then wants to cuddle. That’s it. He doesn’t even eat. He just wants in our bed. Where he sleeps until 5 or 6. So if he would skip that 3 am wake up we would be sleeping through the night… almost right?

Feeding: He is still exclusively bottle fed. He is now reliably drinking 4 oz at a time and 30 oz in a day. Still loving the breeza for this. He will drink a room temperature bottle at any point in time, except bedtime. At bedtime, it has to be warm.

Development: We are so close to a giggle but we aren’t quite there yet. Blayne and I keep trying so it is anyone’s guess who will get the first one. Probably Hunter or Levi because they aren’t the ones trying for it. He still isn’t rolling but he will be soon. Every day he looks closer and closer.

Growth: Last month he was at 9 lbs 5 oz and 21 inches, he is now at 12 lbs 1 1/2 oz and 22 1/2 inches. So he again has put on nearly 3 lbs and has grown over an inch. He is in the 80-something percentile for everything (I don’t really care so I didn’t really listen) Still in size 3M clothing so that is awesome. Looks like I might hit the 3-month mark with these clothes which is great.

Hunter & Levi: They both still make sure every person they see meets their baby and says how cute he is. Levi loves to feed him, and Hunter nearly gives me a heart attack. I asked him to go see why HD was crying while I helped Levi wash his hair. He stopped crying, heard Hunter come back and there he was holding his baby brother in the doorway. I guess he is a lot like his daddy when he was a little boy with a baby in the house.

 

Loves:

• Mommy cuddles are still the winner here
• Daddy is probably a close second
• Our dogs, when they casually walk by and kiss his cheek he always smiles
• His brothers
• Baths,  he could literally sit there all day in the warm water

Hates:

• Kisses are still pretty much his most hated thing, it’s only beaten by…
• Tummy time. I made the mistake of not being putting him on tummy time while he was sick now he hates it. Being sick kind of messed with everything at least a little bit

Mom: I am actively (kind of) working towards being more active. My Fitbit say I have increased nearly doubled my steps in the last couple months (yay!) Still have about 8 lbs to lose of baby weight but I just made it through 2 thanksgiving dinners and that has to cut me some sort of slack.

That is for month two, we’re already a week into month three and I am excited to see what he will accomplish in that.

Road trip: with the kids.

By a sheer stroke of luck, Blayne happened to be off on a long weekend. So we packed up three kids and made the 8-hour drive to Lethbridge and we were off to visit Blayne’s grandparents for thanksgiving. Travelling with our kids, even short distances are always enough to give me a migraine, but for the first time, we now had an 8 week old baby with us. With that came it’s own challenges. These are the tricks that I have accumulated over the years to make travelling with our boys a tad easier.

• Let them pack their own bag – kids, or mine at least, get excited when they have some independence. Letting them pick and pack their own clothes really helps them be excited about what is happening and going somewhere.
• Leave early – on the way town we started or journey at 4 am. Cruel I know, worse for me than the kids.  Our hope was that they would sleep for the first part of the trip. HD was asleep the moment he was buckled into his car seat and Hunter didn’t make it out the city. Levi powered through nearly the whole drive but he is a unique boy. On the way home we didn’t get started until 8 and they were awake and fighting from the moment we left.
• Books – neither of my kids can read yet but that doesn’t stop them from flipping through books and making their own stories. I brought a handful and this kept them busy for a few hours.
• Have something for them to look forward to at the end of the drive – Heading home we had the promise of their uncles visiting when we got there. It was thanksgiving so they were making their own journey so it was convenient for us. Hunter and Levi will do anything to see their uncle Shylo and auntie Lissa. on the way down we used swimming as the lure which being me to my next point.
• If possible have a pool at the hotel – this was probably our best move. Levi has never been a strong sleeping and this was going to be his first night in a hotel. We were super worried that Sleep just wouldn’t happen for him. Swimming, even for a half hour is always sure to exhaust my kids so before bed each night we went for a swim by the time they hit the pillow they were already asleep.
• Bring their bedding – our kids each have a special pillow and blanket they can’t sleep without. By bringing them with us it was close enough to their actual bed that it wasn’t a big deal.
• Bring an extra full outfit – kids, especially my boys always seem to need an extra change of clothes no matter where we go. Levi managed to get syrup all over his shirt he was supposed to wear dinner. Hunter two pair of pants. I still don’t know what happened with that. Seriously just pack extra clothes.
• Games – I don’t usually let my kids play video games at all but we have a couple of personal games systems that we let them play with when they really got stir crazy and that kept them busy for a bit.
• Understanding – remember these are little people who normally move 100 miles/minute. Being strapped into a vehicle for hours means that energy isn’t being expelled. They are going to misbehave.

Travelling isn’t easy for anyone, let alone two little boys. We made it through unscathed and spent a wonderful weekend surrounded by family, who we don’t see nearly enough and some I had never met before. Plus I got two thanksgiving dinners and who can complain about that.

The race to six years old: a party.

 

After much debate, and changing of minds, we somehow landed on a Hot Wheels themed birthday. I say themed loosely, because when you only have a room for an hour it is hard to embrace a theme as much as I used to. We started having two parties last year, one for the family and one for kids. This will be the last time that happens. Two parties mean two cakes, two means, two assortments of snacks, and twice I have to socialise with people outside of my usual comfort zone.

The first party went off without a hitch, good news considering it was the family. I wasn’t expecting anything to go wrong, but when you deal with what is essentially 3 families coming together you never know. There usually is at least one argument, usually my mom and my uncle, but nothing this time. We had hot dogs for dinner as per Levis request and a marble transformer cake. He was spoiled rotten by family, and even Hunter got a little something which I am grateful for because he has been having a bit of a hard time lately.

Party number two was with his friends. 28 invites went out, 10 people RSVPed (some were nos), 7 people showed up. I really do not understand what is so hard to RSVP to an event. I was left wondering if the rest of these people were coming or if no news meant no attendance. Apparently, that’s what it meant. We did have one surprise guest, Levis teacher came, it was so sweet. Levi was so excited that she came, the whole morning before hand he was insisting that she would be there and Blayne and I did our bests to not let him get his hopes up, then she came. `This is the second year she has taught him and it was funny because he actually would go ask her permission to do something before Blayne or me.

Levi chose to have a bowling party which is great. The kids love bowling and it leaves little left to plan. for $14 a person you get bowling, pizza, and pop. I didn’t even need to provide plates or anything it was all taken care of. Kudos to whoever thought of that. It was a fraction of the cost we have paid for past birthday parties, before buying food.

Brittany, of course, made his cake. It was fabulous like always and Levi was very excited about it. The cars were a big hit with the kids afterwards, because they were all playing with them while they were waiting to get picked up and we were cleaning up. A bunch of 6-year-olds can make a mess of anything it would seem.

My favourite gift is once again courtesy of Baba and PaPa. After finding out how jealous he was over H.D.’s blanket Baba came to the rescue and made one for Levi, and a matching pillow. Every night he wants that blanket and that blanket only, and when you have 7 other blankets to choose from it is kind of a big deal.

Levis favourite is his hamster. This is something he has been begging for, every time we went to the pet store for months he told me how much he wanted a hamster. He even had a cage picked out. We decided that when he turned 6 he would be old enough. So down to the pet store we went. He picked out this guy, whose name has changed no less than 10 times in the last 3 days; I believe it is currently Bruce Wayne Batman. I often walk into their room to find Hunter and Levi both just staring at it. Hopefully, this teaches Levi some responsibly, before the novelty wears off.

At the end of the day(s) it was a success. We’re off the hook for another month, at which point we will be celebrating Hunters birthday. … I can’t wait.

 

 

 

 

 

Baby H: month one.

Somehow the first month of H.D.s life has come and gone. After a somewhat rocky start, he started to thrive. Watching him grow is wonderful, and depressing knowing how fast it slips by. I find myself watching him sleep every time get the chance.

Sleeping: Hey guess what he’s a newborn which means sleep is neither here nor that. Between 10 and 11 each evening we get him wound down with a bath, lotion, and bottle. After that, he goes to bed in his bassinet and sleeps until 2, and then again until 6. Sometime towards the end of the first month, we are down to only one wake up at 4 (yay!!) hopefully that keeps up. He is awake for the majority of the morning after that, sleeping the afternoon away, and a brief nap in the evening  always waking up and interrupting dinner.

Feeding: He is exclusively bottle fed since day one. Starting at 1 oz every 2-3 hours (about 10 oz in a day) and worked his way up to 3 oz every 3-4 hours (24 ish in a day) He is a little savage about eating, and grunts and growls(sort of) at us at the sight of a bottle. It’s adorable really.

Development: Smiles! Oh, I love his little smiles, I was lucky enough to get the first one. He also rolled over, back to front. Once. It may have been a fluke, but we’ll take it. He has progressed in the sound department,moving from just crying towards happy noises that still sort of sounds like crying.

Growth: Starting at 6 lbs 14 ozs he had lost 10 ozs when we left the hospital. At his one week check up he had already more than gained that back. At his one month check up he now weighs 9 lbs 5 oz, so between coming home and his one month birthday, he gained 3 lbs. He always went from 19 inches to 21 inches. I had to move him from newborn clothes to 0-3 month just days before his 1 month. It was a bittersweet moment.

Hunter & Levi: This is probably my favourite part of watching him grown. Watching his brothers fall in love with him. Hunter proudly announces to everyone that is HIS baby and Levi tells EVERYBODY he sees how cute the baby is, and then waits expectantly for them to agree. Blayne and I often catch them just staring at H.D. and he is now the only one who routinely gets a bedtime hug and kiss these days.

Loves:

• Cuddles, especially with mommy,
• Co-sleeping which is something I don’t love but sometime in the middle of the night he winds up in his bed and not back into his bassinet.
• His stroller, and walks

Hates:

• Kisses, or anything touching his face really. he gives some serious side eye when he gets kisses.
• Being put down, falling asleep on his own definitely, does not happen at this point.

Mom: I am nearly back down to my pre-pregnancy weight, which is not at all a healthy weight but I have to start somewhere. I am actively working towards a healthier lifestyle. It took me a tad longer than expected o recover from the surgery but I seem to be all better now. Still zero core strength, however, I didn’t have a lot of that, to begin with.

At the end of the day (month) he is a healthy happy baby boy who is growing at an alarming (to me anyway) rate. We look forward to month two and seeing what it brings.

 

   

The race to 6 years old: a recap.

Dear Levi,

That last year has flown by. I have spent countless hours watching you grow, both physically and intellectually. The changes  I see are both wonderful, and heartbreaking. You are growing far too fast for our liking.

Just days after turning 5 you started kindergarten. It was a big day for everyone. You were nervous but excited to start a new adventure. That what it was to you. They split your class a couple of weeks in and you went to a new teacher. That was the best decision as your new teacher was and is absolutely incredible. She encouraged you to grow and learn in ways that we can’t. You picked up french with no issues and you love that you are learning something that not everyone knows.

You came to live with us full-time, and while it really it a blessing having you here all the time I know how hard it was when your mom moved away. We love having you here, nobody more than Hunter, as you are truly his best friend. As he is yours. You’re also the biggest big brother to H.D. and I know you will be his beat friend as well. You are already completely in love with him and I often catch you just staring at him.

This year you completed three levels of swimming lessons, and while you still have much to learn your swimming skills have increased tremendously. You also did your first year of T-ball and words cannot express how much you loved that. You wear your medal with pride as often as you can. Spring will come soon enough and you can get right back out there.

We finally got you outside this year, hiking, fishing, and camping. At the beginning f the year you wanted nothing to do with it, now you ask for it, and even woke up from a nightmare in which you didn’t catch a big fish. It’s wonderful watching you enjoy the outdoors in more than a park setting. The world is large and we only get to see a fraction of it.

Speaking of seeing the world; your Dimes for Disney bottle was a fantastic idea. The visual really helps you look forward to a goal and you proudly add to the bottle to go to the “lands” whenever you find or are given a dime. Uncle Shylo even slipped a 5 in there, which you need to point out every time you see it.

You are quickly becoming the grown-up you so desperately want to be. I beg of you to slow down and enjoy being a little boy, you will be a grown up before too long wishing for these days back. I hope that one day you will read this letter and remember the age of 5 fondly. I know I will.

 

Grow slow Levi, we love you dearly.

 

Love Jenn

Goodbye, summer.

I’m not sure what it is about September 1st these last few years but, as soon as it hits it feels like fall. Shorter days, cooler weather. We break out the sweaters and I start baking. Even as I write this I have 4 loaves of bread in the oven, and buns rising to go with the chilli I am making for dinner. Every Sunday during fall and winter I make a soup, stew or chilli. I started this last year after finding out that Blayne’s grandmother made soup every Sunday. I can’t bring myself to do it during the summer, but it is something from his childhood I can give to him, a memory he can share with his boys now.

We said goodbye to summer last week, knowing that it would be the opportunity before school started this coming week, we made one last summer trip to the mountains. We were joined by my brother, Shylo, and his girlfriend, Melissa. We made a 6 1/2 km hike through Maligne Canyon. With 3 kids, one in a stroller, and me being 2 1/2 weeks out of surgery, we were slow going but we made decent time, and I can not wait to do it all over again. We ended with a picnic at the 6th bridge.

We had a pretty good summer.

Camping – We spent a total of two weeks camping over a few separate trips. my favourite would have to be the one  to Jasper. We camped 3 nights with Shylo and Melisssa at Whistlers Campground. Beautiful scenery, close to town and multiple hiking points. I can’t wait to do it again next year.

Hiking – We did a few different trips that involved hiking. My favourite would be the last, only because I wasn’t pregnant anymore and I was really able to enjoy the walk without being in pain.

Fishing – Most of this happened while camping, but it still was great. We had a few firsts with fishing this year, with Hunter, Levi and even Me catching their first fish. Go us.

Plus, we welcomed H.D. which, in my opinion at least, was probably the highlight.

Levi starts school in 2 days, which really means the end of summer. We are back to weekends. Monday – Friday will be otherwise booked between school and activities. That doesn’t mean the fun will stop. Fall still mean hikes, and outdoor time, it also means birthdays and parties. In fact, Levis birthday party will be in just a few short days.

While part of me is already wistful for summer days, I am looking forward to Fall. I love crisp mornings and hot lattes (yes Pumpkin Spice). I can’t wait to celebrate the boys birthdays and Halloween. Fall means hot soups, freshly baked loaves of bread, sweaters and cuddles. I think I have finally found a bread recipe I will stick with, and soups I have been collecting recipes all year waiting for this season to return.

Maybe we will still have a few “summer” days before the snow flies, but I thin they will be few and far between. All we can do is hold on to them when they happen, and embrace fall while it is here.

 

 

A party just for baby.

My baby shower was this past weekend. Many people have them before the baby is born but I personally feel it is bad luck. Call me superstitious, or whatever you will, I heard that once when I was younger and it has stuck with me ever since. It also doesn’t hurt to have a wonderful baby for everyone to snuggle while watching the mom open gifts.

My best friend Maranda threw it, it was supposed to be a woodland animal theme. The room, however, that was rented did not allow balloons in it, and I am assured that the theme would have been loud and clear with them. Not that it matters, it was a wonderful party where H.D. and I were spoiled.

My friend Brittany, and go to cake baker, made a WONDERFUL cake. Not that I am surprised at all, they are always delicious but she really outdid herself this time. This was Levis favourite part of course, and he was quite upset when the leftovers came home for daddy and not for him. But his birthday is quickly approaching :(, and he will have plenty of cake then.

Hunter helped me open each and every gift, while Levi enjoyed his cake, and it was clear what his favorite was so we will let him choose for H.D. This blanket that was beautifully made by their Baba Teri. It is Avengers theme, which matches his coming home blanket. It has quickly become a house favorite as it moves around from his bouncer to his swing, to his car seat, and back again. She also gifted us another, that will be used heavily in his nursery when colder weather hits. Baba always makes beautiful blankets and we have quite a collection of them, but they will be cherished for years.

My favorite is hard to pick; because I got so many wonderful gifts for H.D. and me, both pre and post baby. While I am usually a sucker for homemade things, and would be really torn between this and a collection of items we received from Blayne’s Aunt and cousins (bibs, hat, blanket, soother clip, and two pairs of these wonderful pants- all hand made,) I am going to have to choose this.

This balloon, along with flowers that he picked himself, were from Hunter. He is really the most thoughtful little boy. He also picked out a Happy Birthday balloon for H.D. and insisted on making a birthday cake in honor of the special occasion. He proudly brought me this balloon, along with H.D.s when he came to meet his baby brother. It is one, that while deflating, is still sitting beside my bed, and I will keep it forever in a special memory box.

My favorite moment, besides the cake, was when Levi expressed his concern that H.D. didn’t get a birthday party. It took a moment because he hasn’t had a “birthday” yet, but I discovered that he meant for when he turned zero.  To a concerned big brother, that deserved a birthday party. I quickly explained that this was, in fact, his party for turning zero, so no need to worry. This seemed to alleviate his fears and he returned to his cake. I told you it was his favorite part.

Maranda also did something very special, she asked everyone to write a letter to H.D. for him to be given on his 18th birthday. At 18 – that seems so very far away – he may not appreciate it as much as I do now, but this emotional mamma was extremely touched. I have yet to read them because I know there will be more tears than I am prepared for at the moment, but I know how special they will be. I plan to help Levi and Hunter write their own letters, encourage Blayne, and of course write my own to add to it. That is also a task these tear filled eyes are not quite ready for.

Another thing I really enjoyed was that instead of cards, I received books with a note inside. I still have a stack of cards from Hunter’s baby shower that I not sure what to do with so this was super great. My favorite were the three books from Maranda, which were actually her books when she was little. Runner-up would have to be Love you Forever by Robert Munch from my friend Geri. But I do love them all, there are so many that I haven’t read before that I am excited to share with all three boys, not just H.D.

That was the highlights of my shower, there were so many wonderful people, gifts, and moments that I could gush about. I truly love and appreciate every single one.

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Welcome baby H.

After dropping off Hunter Blayne and I went for dinner to celebrate our anniversary. To say I was distracted would be an understatement. In just over 12 hours I would have my baby in my arms. While I was more than excited, I must admit I was also terrified.  The more the night progressed the more that feeling took over. Not only was our lives about to change drastically, I was about to undergo major surgery. I sat on my bed, crying wondering if we were ready for this. Not that we had a choice of course.

The next morning, bright and early, we headed off to the hospital. My nerves were not any better and I felt very much like vomiting. I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in over 7 hours so that also didn’t help. Off we went into the recovery room where they started the prep. Gown. IV. Medication. Potty Break. The closer we got the more nervous I was. This was an entirely different experience than last time. With Hunter I didn’t have time to think about what was happening, I went from labour and delivery to the operating table in practically no time. That was a different kind of fear. Honestly, I don’t know what is worse.

Once the spinal was done and it was confirmed that I was, in fact, numb from the chest down it was time to start. Or it must have been, Blayne was by my head holding my hand and talking to me, I didn’t even realize they had begun. It wasn’t until they warned me that I might feel some tugging that I clued in that we were well on our way. When it came time to get the baby out he was stuck. It took two kinds of suction, and two doctors pushing as hard as they could. – Keep in mind my doctor is well over 6 ft tall and very athletic, he was working hard to get this baby out. – The pushing caused me to vomit, my poor husband, sitting beside me ended up wearing a portion of it I’m sure. With a pop and release of pressure, Blayne was splashed in blood and the baby was out.

No crying. They did warn me that c-section babies don’t always cry right away, so I try not to worry.  So I wait, still no crying. That’s when I overhear that he is on oxygen and not breathing. Talk about terrifying. That was the longest 2 1/2 minutes of my life, finally, I hear a noise, not a cry but definitely a baby. Another 2 minutes and he is crying, and the breath I didn’t know I was holding gets released. He’s okay. Blayne goes over and cuts the umbilical cord, something he didn’t get to do with Hunter. I can hear him talking to our son about how I am not going to believe he has hair. Hunter and Levi both looked like bowling balls on their first birthdays, there is no way this baby has hair. When he brings him over to sit beside me I see that he does have hair, not a lot but hair just the same.

Blayne left with the baby, the doctors finished closing me up, and I was wheeled into recovery. My toes were already regaining feeling, and I wiggled them as much as possible. I asked how big he was, 50 cm and 3160 grams. That meant nothing to me, but when I asked what that was in pounds, they said just under 7. I couldn’t believe it. Hunter was over 10 lbs, they estimated this baby would be around 9. Surely this nurse was mistaken. When they took me to my room with my waiting husband and baby, and I finally got to hold my sweet baby boy, I realized that he was so very small.

I got to hold my baby for the first time, and I got to feed him for the first time. These were things I don’t take for granted because I don’t remember them with Hunter. I will cherish them forever with this baby.

Meet Herman-Daniel Joseph, H.D. for short. A name deeply rooted in our family on both sides. He really is a bundle of joy. I was wrong we are more than ready for this. He is the perfect addition to our family, and I would not change a thing.

 

Just one more hug.

It has been a week since my hardest goodbye, goodbye to my our last fleeting moments of alone time with Hunter before the baby came. I knew this was going to be hard, I had spent months agonizing over it. In fact even a week later I still am emotional thinking about it.

My c-section was still hours away but it was scheduled for 7 am, long before Hunter is usually out of bed, it only made sense for him to start his sleep-overs the night before. Plus, Blayne and I were going to have our anniversary dinner, and try to enjoy our last baby free night.

Hunter loves sleep-overs, he counts down the days until his next one. Also, he knew that this sleepover meant that “his baby” was coming, so he was bursting with excitement. I’m glad that someone was. My nerves were getting the best of me. I was torn between my excitement to hold my baby, and the sadness I was feeling at saying goodbye to my other baby.

This was going to be the last moment where he was my youngest, where he was my baby. I was going to have a new baby tomorrow, and as much as I had the last 39 weeks to prepare for that, emotionally I still wasn’t ready. I must have asked for another hug and kiss at least 15 times before Blayne said we had better go. He was right, we did still have dinner to go to, and Hunter was more than happy to go do his thing. He’s three, he didn’t understand how hard this was for mommy. So I got one more hug and kiss and off we went.

The next day Hunter was the only person that got to meet his little brother. This moment I will cherish forever.

 

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